Janet King (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Episode #2.5 - full transcript
Keisha, it's Richard.
Is everything alright?
I think I had a panic attack.
Have you had them before?
No. What, do you think
it'll happen again?
Your Honour, Mr Dolan waived
parental responsibility at the time.
In regards to a child.
We're talking about an embryo.
It's my genetic material.
It's my right to decide
what happens to it.
I believe you are all
in the wrong jurisdiction.
This is a probate issue.
So Todd was your mate.
Yeah, he was.
Why would someone want to kill him?
He tried to rip off the wrong
person. They've come after him.
We still have Felix Murphy, yes?
Correct.
He was shot in broad daylight,
at point-blank range.Yes.
So he saw who shot him.
He claims he never saw anything,
but he must have.
He knows exactly who shot him.
I want to organise
another undercover operation,
but this time, we'll use a woman.
How long ago did you leave him?
Like six months ago.
Hey, that file that Simon deleted
from his computer?
It's a gun.
OK, there's a container
arriving at the docks tonight.
Imported by Simon Hamilton.
Arriving?
The bill of lading says fridges.
I'll believe that when I see it.
It'll take at least a day
to remove all the firing pins.
Then we've got to repack everything
just the way it was.
Then we can
tell the cargo terminal operator
to notify Simon it's cleared customs
and ready for pick-up.
Does the delay need to be explained?
I don't think so. I mean,
it's not that unusual, is it?
Nah. Some ships carry
hundreds of containers.
Can take a week to get 'em all off.
Hey, I just had a close look
at this bill of lading.
See this contact number
written here?
Simon's mobile.
Except it's not Simon's.
It's Amil Nobakht's.
Are you sure that's Amil's number?
Yeah, it's on his file.
I remember those sort of details.
Phone numbers?
Is that really so unusual?
You need to get out more.
Yeah, I was trying to.
So who's really behind this?
Just Todd and Amil together
or Simon and the Nobakht family?
I guess we'll find out
when someone comes to collect it.
Alright, you stay here.
You're in charge, Richard.
Text me when it's done.
I checked that mobile number
on the bill of lading.
You doubted Richard's memory?
Well, it was worth a check. He has
made the occasional factual error.
When? Anyway, this time
he does happen to be right.
Lina, go back
over Karen Parker's interview.
Check if there's any suggestion
Simon Hamilton knew the Nobakhts.
I'll have a look.
I bet it was Todd
using Simon's identity again.
This is him and Amil, this import.
It's a pretty tough import
to arrange from Australia.
How much do the guns cost?
In America, about $1,000 each.
Over here, maybe $15,000.
So they spent half a million dollars
buying weapons
and organising an importation.
It's pretty unlikely
anyone can do that over the phone.
You have to be working
with people you've met, trust.
Well, I'll see who's been to America
lately.
Check the entire Nobakht family
and Simon Hamilton, just in case.
Janet! We just got an email
from Macquarie Street.
Our illustrious Attorney-General
wants to see you and me.
What about?
Urgent matter of business.
Let me guess. His slice off the tee?
His bad short game?
Something like that.
Flat white?
Thanks.
No, thanks, I'm good.
A little something for you.
The night before last,
third item on the news.
This is the face of crime
out of control.
Jane Carter is now only
being kept alive by life support.
Her devastated husband Robbie
hasn't left her side.
Her car was hit by convicted
drug dealer George Healy
three minutes after the horrific
shooting of Todd Wilson.
And George has himself
since been murdered
and Todd's in-laws fired at.
So far, to explain all this,
$3.5 million has been spent
on a royal commission whose hearings
have mostly been held in private
and whose progress
has been revealed to no-one,
if there has been any progress
at all.
Is the Attorney-General
going to comment?
The Opposition grilled us
all afternoon.
We pleaded operational
confidentiality all afternoon
because we had nothing.
Before Parliament resumes
I need an interim report
with some preliminary findings.
We're not ready.
Being ready doesn't matter, Janet.
With all due respect,
I don't think you understand...
Obviously some parts of it
can be suppressed
or for non-publication or whatever.
But I need to demonstrate
material progress.
Once we make material progress,
I'll write a report.
Perhaps I'm not making myself clear.
You're not here to debate the merits
of an interim report.
I am telling you to write one.
Before Parliament resumes.
I can't write an accurate report
until we know exactly
who's bringing in these...
Did I say accurate? I said a report.
That's three syllables.
Which one of them
is not getting through?
Well, if she won't write it,
you will.
Understood?
I can draft one, but it can only
be delivered under her signature.
Just highlight whatever pebbles
of truth you've managed to...
I'm still in the room here.
...kick down the street.
The most likely scenarios
are disputes over drug buys
and we heavily suspect that
the current coke and ice epidemics
underpin all major gun crime,
et cetera, et cetera.
Needs a firm hand, et cetera.
Sure.
Don't be ridiculous! You can
change it in the final report
if by some fluke, you ever manage
to make any real headway.
No!
I don't want lies.
I want informed and educated
speculation...
OK. Alright.
..from disparate incomplete sources.
Fortunately you work for me
and we do not respond to threats.
Nor do I make them. I merely explain
what I need to happen!
I am not required to solve
your political problems, Attorney.
We have gathered a considerable
amount of intelligence
and we are on the cusp
of understanding the whole picture.
If we all just take a step back...
And I will not risk all of that
to stop and write
some half-baked piece of fiction.
If you hang me out to dry next week
in Parliament, I will destroy you.
Bloody arrogant fool.
Don't make him an enemy.
He's already an enemy.
Learn how to bend.
I won't give him the ammunition
to say I'm incompetent.
That's not what he wants.
We both know this report's nonsense.
And so down the track,
if he ever wanted to...
He's not thinking that far ahead.
Well, I am.
You know
and if we write this piece of crap
to momentarily
help shore up his approval rating,
that piece of crap, signed by me,
will be on the public record forever.
- Hey.
- Progress?
Maybe halfway?
There's over 500 weapons here
and missing just one
could be disastrous, so...
They can't rush.
Yeah, I know.
But to make an arrest,
whoever owns these guns
has to take possession
of the container and open it.
That's our payday, so the sooner
you're ready, the better.
Janet, you want to have a look?
Yes.
Federal Police printed it
from Simon Hamilton's computer.
Not the easiest thing
to put together.
You have to assemble it, add a
firing pin and buy your own bullets.
But if you want it to work
you do need
some expertise in how guns are made.
Which I'm assuming
Major Hamilton's got, being a major.
Nothing on America. Todd and Amil
have never been nor Bahman.
Susie and Karen went to Disneyland
when they were ten and eight
and Simon Hamilton's last trip
to America was seven years ago.
Hamilton would have met Americans
in Afghanistan.
A soldier
moonlighting in the gun trade?
I can sweep through his contacts
again,
look into any residing in the US.
Thanks. When are you testing this?
Tonight hopefully.
Till when?
Late, probably. Sorry.
Hang with me
if you want some excitement.
Big fight in council
over netball courts.
It was a truly vicious
non-contact sport
the way we played it at high school.
Only matched in aggression
by local council
development approval meetings -
come see.
Hello.
Hi.
They're asleep.
What can I say?
I'm not going to wake them.
No, um... No, don't do that.
I'll... I'll try again
tomorrow morning.
How you going, dear?
Good. Yeah.
Make sure you eat well.
And watch your water intake.
Sure, Mum.
I know you love your work,
but you've got to get a balance.
And settle that thing with Deborah.
Well, it's not that easy, actually...
Listen to me. You don't need it.
Gotta go. Doctor Blake.
Talk tomorrow.
Enjoy.
Bye.
Have you written anything?
I've started a draft,
if you want to see...
When we let the container run
and arrest whoever claims it, then...
then I'll write something 'cause
we will have made real progress.
Bianca and Felix?
Yeah, they went well, apparently.
Despite the close call,
they're on again tonight.
Right. And Andy's...
He's running it, yes.
Anyway, I can't bear
just sitting here waiting.
If anything happens,
you'll hear from me.
Hi. Has she started?
Just about to meet him.
You want to stay?
Let me know if there's a problem.
Thanks.
Hey.
Hey. How you going?
Busy day?
Yeah. Yeah. You?
It was sort of slow, actually.
But maybe that's
just 'cause I was feeling...
I couldn't wait for it to end.
That's a bit sad if I'm the most
exciting thing in your life.
Don't undersell yourself, handsome.
Yeah.
Although modesty is attractive.
Yeah.
Drink? What are you having?
Yeah, sure. Great. Um...
Um... um...
I don't feel like a beer
or anything.
Maybe like a vodka tonic?
Yep.
I'll just have a beer, thanks.
No, I've got it.
Is that my drink?
Sorry, yeah. OK.
I never noticed that before.
Yeah. Long story.
OK. OK, you can tell me later.
Alright.
Here it is.
Jetsetter London.
Five?
Yep.
Watch out.
But now I'm gonna become an addict,
'cause gambling's fun.
Again.
Beginner's luck.
It has potential to create
significant equity when well-planned.
Mr Bao Long, we've heard enough
about tourism and revenue.
What about the plan
to replace 26 netball courts?
Well, the council has assured me
that they will find the land
to build the new netball...
So there's no plan, is there?
Will any of the money from
your 250 addictive poker machines
go towards community sports for the
young girls of south-west Sydney?
Yes, we're... we're building a pool.
You're bulldozing their courts.
They'llget more.
Will they?
Yes, if the council does their job.
I'm buying the land
from the State Government...
And how much are you paying?
Well, until the contract
is actually finalised,
that's between State Cabinet
and myself.
They want $15 million.
You're offering 12. Isn't that it?
I'm investing in resources
and infrastructure
for the community
that gave me a start.
You do exactly the same, Patrick,
unless you're outbid.
OK, I don't create a mass
of gambling addicts
to fund a personal edifice.
Christ's sake.
It's a leisure centre...
Bullshit, it's halfway to a casino!
Now, if I could continue
my proposal, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you for a lovely evening.
Again.
Glad you enjoyed it.
You know,
if you ever meet my parents
we might have to rewrite history
a bit.
'Where did you two meet?'
'Um, in the holding cells.'
Wouldn't go down well?
Unlikely.
Yeah.
What do they think about your ex?
Good job, steady income.
They think he's great.
It was hard to tell them
about the other stuff.
Yeah.
How many people
knew about your knee?
What... what about it?
What happened?
I don't remember what happened.
I see. Off-limits. I get it.
No, it's not off-limits.
I just... just don't remember.
OK. Well, this is me.
What are you doing on the weekend?
Um...
Am I being pushy?
No. No, no.
I'd... I'd love to do something.
Um... Picnic maybe or a movie?
I don't mind.
Text me?
I will.
Promise?
OK, see ya.
See you. Have a good night.
You too. Bye.
Keisha.
I... I don't know where to go!
You have to come get me!
What... what happened?
Please, please, please!
Please, Richard! Please!
I'm at work.
Keisha.
Fuck this.
Hey, it's Keisha. Leave a message.
Did she say where she was?
Look, I know that her shift
finished about ten minutes ago,
so she could be anywhere
between work and home.
OK. Hey mate, have we still got
a feed on Keisha Gibson's house?
Righto, here we go.
Why is she still on surveillance?
She's not a suspect.
Relax. We haven't looked at the feed
since she brought in Todd's money,
and we wouldn't be now if you hadn't
called in asking to find Keisha.
Yeah, I...
OK, OK. I'm just...
..checking to see if she's alright.
Yep, all good. She's coming in now.
Great, OK. Thank you, Owen.
Hey, hang on, Richard.
Think she might be getting some help
from someone else.
It's that mate of Todd's,
the one that was with him
when he broke into Boccarro's car.
Brett Bonar?
Yeah, that's him.
You gonna be OK?
I mean, it was just...
It was just the lights.
I don't know.
I don't know what's happening.
It just suddenly feels like I'm...
I'm there again and...
Sorry to break it to you, mate.
Looks like you have
some competition there.
Look, I was just making sure
that she was safe, OK?
Yeah, sure. See you, mate.
Yeah, thank you.
See you tomorrow!
Hi.
Hi! Come in.
I can come back in the morning.
No, no, don't be silly.
I'll just get changed.
So how did it go?
Good, I think.
Cautiously optimistic.
So you don't think that
he's ever doubted you or...?
No, no, he likes me.
I like him too, actually.
I mean, not like...
but he's nice. A softy.
So in that sense,
it's an easy relationship
to work on.
But in terms of the end game,
getting him to talk about
the shooting... it's tough.
Huge. Brick wall.
So that'll take some breaking down.
Well, if anyone can do that...
Yeah, well, it must be
hard for him to trust,
feeling he has enemies so close.
Well, everyone has to trust someone.
I have.
Go insane otherwise.
How are the kids?
Not sure tonight.
Tried a Skype call, but my darling
mother had put them to bed early
so she could watch
her favourite TV show.
I'm trying to imagine
what your mother's like.
She's an irritatingly single-minded
control freak.
I believe I said that
without a hint of irony.
She must worry about you.
I'm sure she does
in her own way.
At the moment, she thinks
I've got everything out of balance.
I need to relax, apparently.
Hence the workout?
Yes, well, you do what you can.
Cheers to that.
Cheers.
Janet, interesting news
Andy got from police ballistics.
When you fire the gun we printed,
the barrel flies back off the stock.
So you can only fire it once?
Apparently.
And Todd Wilson was killed
with one bullet.
Do you know of all the cases
I've run involving guns,
I can't remember any other times
someone fired just one bullet.
He was probably killed
with a homemade plastic gun.
Yeah, it makes sense why the marks
on the bullet and casing
don't match any normal firearm.
It's Richard.
Guns are ready.
The terminal operator
will contact Amil when we tell them
and he's almost certain
to call a trucking company
to organise a pick-up and delivery.
There's a bug in his phone, yeah?
Yep.
As are Bahman, Sam, Susie
and Elaheh's and the landline.
And LDs are inside the house
and smash repair shop.
OK, the team's ready at the docks?
We're all set.
OK.
Yeah?
We're on. Shut the container.
We'll make the call.
Hello?
I'm Dave Reynolds
from Sydney Cargo Terminal.
Is that Simon Hamilton?
Yes, speaking.
This is a courtesy call to let
you know that container JL1349-76
has been cleared for pick-up.
OK, thanks.
So Amil's happy to impersonate
Simon Hamilton.
What do we have here?
Yum, yum, yum.
Don't! Stop!
Do we have any hummus left?
There's another bowl, I think.
Salaam.
Brett - all good?
Yeah, sorry I'm late.
Bahman outside?
Yeah, he's just murdering some lamb.
Smells good.
Any activity?
Nothing yet.
Nothing?
This is crazy.
So what are they doing?
Do they know they're being watched?
They can't know, can they?
Haven't they at least
organised a pick-up?
Nup.
They've organised a barbecue. Listen.
Yeah, you left us
early last night.
Yeah, mercy mission.
Keisha was having a freak-out.
Had to pick her up, take her home.
Then what? Tuck her into bed, huh?
No, man, it's not like that.
She's struggling.
Did you know this about Keisha?
It's really got to her.
She's such a mess.
Is she getting help?
I told her she ought to see someone.
Well, maybe she needs a little nudge.
Had she heard
anything more on Todd?
No, you?
Nothing. What that bastard's done
to our family...
Just try not to do anything
too stupid, OK?
What, that's it?
No calls to anyone, no sense
of excitement or fear - nothing!
Wow.
Have they been tipped off?
You do have to wonder.
I mean, there were dozens
of Customs guys and Feds around.
It only takes one.
If it was anyone in Customs,
the State Corruption Commission
are the guys to ask - Roger Embry.
Great.
So what, now we just wait?
Your call.
Heather, great - I got you a meeting
at the State Corruption Commission
with Roger Embry.
We need to check the Customs guys
who helped with the container...
..didn't tip off the Nobakhts.
Sorry. I can't be there.
That's OK, I can handle it.
Thank you.
Hey, would you like a flat white?
Where I'm heading
that'd be helpful.
My tab must be enormous by now.
Let me pay you something.
No, you're obviously late.
Fix me up later.
Anyway, your muscle men buy
more than enough to keep me rich.
Muscle men?
Your security.
I thought it was overkill,
but I can see why you need them.
Loads of people
check this place out.
Really?
Yeah.
A guy hung around on that seat
all morning yesterday.
I thought he was gonna to hit on me,
but as soon as you left, he went,
which was a bit weird.
Anyway, I guess
it comes with the territory.
Thanks.
See ya.
Who's here?
We all are, except for Deborah's QC.
She's on her own today -
must have got his first bill.
You OK?
What? Yes, of course - why?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
No, I'm fine.
Well, let's just stay calm
and rely on legal argument.
Leave the emotion to Tim and Deb.
Justice Stanton has four kids.
Perhaps this once
the court will respond to emotion.
She's not a mother, she's a judge
and judges are emotionless.
Humourless and emotionless.
Then I showed the email to Brad,
my husband,
and he couldn't stop smiling.
So we... we rang Ash
and she repeated what she'd written
and we were so excited and grateful,
because after all these years trying
we actually felt hopeful we would
get the chance to be parents.
On second thoughts, Mr Gillies,
I think I might start with you.
What are the issues here?
This isn't a criminal matter.
No, Your Honour.
I assumed, as the Director of
the DPP, that it must be criminal,
which would be a novelty for us
in the probate division.
Yes.
Very amusing, Your Honour.
No, Your Honour,
I'm on leave for a fortnight
and appearing as amicus for Ms King.
In your spare time?
Mm, yes, Your Honour, this is how
I choose to spend my spare time.
In court?
Yes.
Extraordinary.
Your Honour, this is about
my sister's wish
for me to be given a last chance
to have a child.
Yes, thank you...
I'm sorry.
What about me?
It's my genetic material.
I'm the only one
with a genuine interest...
Your Honour, who paid for it,
and who supported Ash through...
It's part of me.
She said I could have it.
Yes, yes. Thank you.
You will all get a chance.
Mr Gillies, why is this
in the probate court?
If it concerns children
or potential children,
shouldn't it be in the Family Court?
Ms King is seeking a declaration
of her proprietary interest
in an item that by agreement
with the entity storing it,
belonged to her deceased de facto,
Ms Larsson, the applicant's sister.
What is the property in dispute?
A frozen embryo, Your Honour.
Is that property?
Well...
..yes, that is the question.
We believe it is.
All we're asking
the court to discern
is to whom the frozen embryo
belongs, not what happens to it.
Once the ownership is determined,
the party to whom it belongs
can decide its fate... or future.
Do I have affidavits
from all parties?
Yes.
In that case, I'll take
a short adjournment to read them.
If the court pleases,
Your Honour, may I observe
that this matter has been through
several jurisdictions
and costs are mounting and we would
all, I'm sure, welcome a resolution.
I will review the material
and then we will reconvene.
All rise.
Hey, hi.
She wants info from me?
That's a turn-up.
We thought we'd let a container run
from the cargo terminal,
but no-one's coming to pick it up.
They been tipped off?
Maybe.
We're not sure, to be honest.
But we know you put a blowtorch
through Customs last year,
got rid of some bad apples,
and we were wondering if you'd done
any other follow-up surveillance,
or might know of any other people
in Customs who might be suss.
So Janet doesn't think
we finished the job properly.
Is that the implication?
No.
Sounds like the implication.
Just ruling out possibilities.
You haven't worked with her before,
have you?
What's your opinion?
Smart, fair. Pretty good, actually.
Divides people, don't you think?
When people are wrong, she'll
point that out and explain why.
That's what divides people.
You either have to admit
she was right
or you resent her
for not letting you win.
So basically, if she was a bloke,
you'd all think
she was bloody fantastic.
I'll tell her Customs are clean,
though, yeah? That was the message?
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Here we are.
Dr Orsmond's in there.
So if you didn't make this
appointment, was it you, Lina?
It was Janet.
She said that Adie's really good
with trauma.
She squeezed you in as a favour.
So, what, you're here because...?
Good question.
It's a business hours thing.
Nights are OK,
but during work hours,
the commission staff technically
shouldn't see anyone on their own,
if we can help it.
See ya.
See ya.
She's got this idea
that I just do whatever Janet says.
I mean, if we were questioning her,
I can see how it should be
both of us.
But to take her to an appointment?
When Janet says 'above board'...
She probably meant
don't pash her on the street.
I think it's a bit more than that,
but...
If you want me to take you back...
No, hardly worth it now.
Here's a question.
Five years ago when we started at
the DPP, you, me, Erin, Tatum, Ben,
all standing next to each other,
where did you see yourself
in five years time?
Actually, I thought
I'd get a few years experience,
then take the bar exam
and start building my own career.
So what happened?
What you've described
isn't remembering the incident,
but reliving it, which is a classic
indicator of post-traumatic stress.
Well, can I still go overseas?
I'm doing Europe soon.
Let's go back to that night
and describe what happened.
Take it slowly.
Try to remember every detail.
Everything?
As much as you can.
Close your eyes
and describe just what you heard.
I know.
I know that I brought it.
Todd was saying,
'It's in here somewhere.'
I know that I had it...
..when I left.
I heard him unzip the bag.
I heard a train.
The screech and the rumble
as it went past.
There were fireworks.
And then the bang from the gunshot.
A scream.
A thump as Todd fell back
into the car.
Todd screamed when he was shot?
No. No, it was...
..it was high-pitched.
You screamed.
Yes, I started screaming and crying.
There was a different scream.
But not Todd?
No and before me.
A witness?
It must have been.
But no-one saw it?
No - some woman did and screamed.
I remember.
I didn't see her, but I heard her.
We've got to get back to the office.
If we've got another witness,
that's gold.
Brilliant. Well done.
You're a genius.
Glad some good came out of that
freak-out I had the other night.
I'm so sorry
I couldn't help you out.
That's OK.
I'm glad Brett could.
How did you know it was Brett?
Thank you, everyone.
Having read the parties' affidavits
and written submissions,
I have decided
that I am in a position
to make a decision viva voce,
with a written judgment to follow.
Janet King was the partner
of Ashleigh Larsson.
They went into this venture
collectively,
notwithstanding whose genetic
material was used in the process.
These facts are not in dispute
by any of the parties.
Accordingly, I do declare that the
frozen embryo presently in storage
forms part of the estate
of Ms Larsson,
and will now be held in the name
of the first respondent, Janet King.
What? Please, Your Honour...
I'm sorry, I don't think...
Order! Order.
I make no finding as to whether
the item is property or life.
The item is now Ms King's
to do with as she pleases.
Thank you.
What's next?
Hirst and Armfield.
Are the respondents present
for this matter?
We are, yes, Your Honour.
Happy?
I don't know.
I'm more relieved than happy.
No, I am. I'm happy.
I'm glad it's over.
Who are you?
Did you even once stop to think
about what Ash wanted?
No, because as usual
all you think about is yourself.
Deb...
Shut up!
Just shut up.
Shit. Six missed calls
from Lina and Richard.
Problem?
There was a witness
to the Todd Wilson shooting.
Hang on, I just need
to call him back.
Janet.
Richard, I just got all your texts.
It's Janet? I suppose
she knows what shirt I'm wearing.
Can I call you back?
Richard...
Keisha knows that
we had surveillance in her house
and her flatmates
brought some pot home yesterday
and it'll all be on camera.
OK, OK, don't panic. I'll see...
I'm dealing with it.
Can I just call you back later?
What now?
This is about something else.
I'm just reminding Richard
about the Filipetti case.
You know, putting the drugs
in the communal...
I know, I know.
OK, done.
Something about a witness.
Yeah, it says here they don't know
who it is yet, but Lina's onto it.
A toast to having minions.
Let's get out of here.
So Keisha's certain she heard
a witness scream when Todd was shot?
Yep. Now it's just a matter
of finding her.
What about the calls
that came after the media appeal?
We've triple checked.
She's not among them.
OK. If you need to get out there
and doorknock, go for it.
Hey, listen, Amil still
hasn't made any phone calls
and as far as we know,
he hasn't talked to anybody.
He's just ignoring it.
Completely?
Like, 'Container? What container?'
So any suggestions?
Go surfing, play golf?
I mean, what else can we do
except wait?
Given the pressure for progress,
we can't wait any longer.
Well, the options
are pretty limited.
Hang on, where is it?
Were the cleaners in last night?
No. No, they wouldn't take an iPad
anyway. That's way too obvious.
It was on my desk. I know it was,
because I Skyped the kids
and Mum had put them to bed early,
so...
According to this, Heather was
in here at 2:16am for seven minutes.
At quarter past two in the morning?
Apparently.
Or at least it was her security code
that opened the doors.
Hey, Heather! Here a sec?
Don't we have cameras in here?
Not infra-red.
With no lights, we'd be looking
for a black cat in a coalmine.
Can we fix that today, please?
Sure.
I sent you a note about
the SEC's opinion of Customs.
Got that, thanks.
Um... how was Roger?
As patriarchal as ever?
He tried to pull you down
a peg or two in my eyes.
Successfully?
Not really.
Basically, I said against him,
you'd win a dick measuring
competition without even having one.
He would have loved that.
Those weren't my exact words,
but I think he got the message.
Is that all?
Um...
Where were you, last night
after midnight?
Asleep.
Anyone verify?
Yes.
Who?
If I'm under official investigation,
I'll give you his name.
Until then,
a bit of trust would be nice.
Have you written
your security code anywhere?
Told anyone? Let people see it?
No.
Someone used it
to get in here last night.
As far as I can remember,
I just stand like this
and press the buttons.
I've never seen anyone behind me,
at least not close.
But if you're like that,
well, maybe from this angle...
If someone was looking
along this line
and had a good pair of binoculars
or a long lens camera,
they could have been on that seat
or by that bus stop.
Thatseat.
Well, anywhere along this line -
No, the seat.
The man was sitting on the seat.
The coffee girl. Where is she?
Two or three hours maybe.
I don't know.
I didn't have a stopwatch on him,
butitwasmostofthemorning.
And he just sat there?
He was there whenever I looked,
so every five or ten minutes
I guess I'd look over.
A bit more towards the end
when I was a bit more curious.
Can you describe him?
Um... dark hair, black pants.
Asian, I think.
You think?
He was 50 metres away.
Can't be certain.
Age?
30s, I guess.
Had you seen him before?
Idon'tthinkso.
But you know, that doesn't mean
he hasn't been hanging around.
OK. Well thanks, Peta.
And sorry, it's Peta...
Vickers.
Vickers.
Alright. Well, if you see him again,
please let us know.
Sure.
Thanks, Andy.
What's he done?
Or shouldn't I ask?
I guess
it's not something you can say.
How are you doing? In general?
Is that a secret too?
Perhaps.
But listen, thanks for your help.
It could be really important.
No, that's OK. I'm glad to help.
And it's nice to chat a bit.
I wondered what sort of person
takes on a job like this.
So have I lately.
Yeah.
And now you know that I can do more
than just make a good flat white.
And quote Oscar Wilde.
Mm, full of hidden talents, huh?
Right, so there you go.
If you want more,
you know where to find me.
Thanks. Thanks, Peta.
Janet! Glad you're here.
I'm showing Lincoln around.
He asked where you were based.
Hope you don't mind?
No, no.
An unexpected surprise,
but no, not at all.
I've just been inspecting
netball courts.
I can't imagine a better way
to spend an afternoon.
It is the number one
participation sport in Australia.
My point exactly.
More registered players
than Aussie rules, union, league,
cricket or soccer,
but, to hell with it,
let's rip out the courts
and put in a gambling hall.
Why not? That's the Aussie spirit.
And I shall take your argument
to cabinet, Patrick.
There's no need to sell me
anything twice.
Could you give us a minute?
A rare insight into
how mates lobby each other.
Not really.
He's still $4 million short
of his competition, unfortunately,
which won't please
my cabinet colleagues at all -
mate or no mate.
Moving on, however,
I did want a quick chat.
In 24 hours,
I need an executive summary
of what will be
in your interim report
and I need evidence
it will be written.
I can't promise anything.
But I can.
The view is nice at the top,
but one misstep
and it's a very, very hard fall.
I'm looking forward to the read.
I thought we had weeks
to finish this operation?
- Not now.
- We've got no choice.
Just write a report.
Who cares what it is?
It has to be real.
It just has to save his neck.
No, it doesn't.
I won't write anything
unless I can defend it.
He can't force me to play his game.
Well, he is,
judging by this meeting.
This isn't just
about the Attorney-General.
The victims' families
are out there -
parents, sibling,
partners, children -
and if we're gonna stop the shooting,
the commission does need
the big answers.
We need to get to someone who knows
who brought in those first guns.
And if no-one's picking up the
container, that someone is Felix.
Bianca, if you can get Felix
to name the person who shot him,
that opens up everything.
But now I need him fast.
The long game was to let him
form an attachment to Steph,
let that grow
into emotional commitment,
then make that bond so tight
he couldn't say no.
And the short game?
Do we have one?
It will have to be something big...
..life or death, probably -
sudden, now.
If he genuinely believed
I was gonna die without help
and he couldn't help me himself...
..maybe then.
A kidnap, that could work.
No coulds. What will work
beyond reasonable doubt?
It's got to be simple.
And hard - in your face.
And I need an ex - I think
he's got to see him in action,
not just hear about him.
Any sign yet?
Hey, what's this?
It's OK. It's for the job.
Is it make-up?
Jesus!
Not this time. Felix might touch it,
put ice on it.
Make-up would run.
It had to be real.
So... so who...?
It doesn't matter, it's done.
Did you know about this?
No.
So she did that to herself?
What, just picked a fight in a pub?
Don't worry, it's happened.
Does Janet know you...
Just go with it, OK?
How it happened doesn't matter.
Felix has to think you did it.
That's what matters.
OK, he's coming.
Here we go.
I don't know why I got
to wait here all day, Steph!
I don't fucking know!
So why don't you tell me
what you told the royal commission?
- Why don't you tell me?
- I didn't tell them anything!
- Stop lying to me!
- I'm not. I'm not.
You've been lying to me
all bloody week!
It's pretty bloody simple. Tell me
what you told the royal commission.
Just tell me.
It wasn't anything.
Stop lying to me!
Hey? How come you got out
so quick if you didn't talk - how?
I don't know!
Because you talked, didn't you?
You talked!
I know you said something.
Everyone knows. Everyone knows.
So all you've got to do
is tell me what you said.
I didn't!
You want some more of this, huh?
I've got plenty more
where this came from.
Please don't!
Tomorrow, this is gonna be loaded.
And we're not going through
this shit again at all, OK?
Right, bitch,
you get where I'm going?
OK. I've got to get you
to hospital.
No, no, I can walk. It's OK.
What sort of person...
I still think you should have gone
with a harmless little report.
I can't do anything!
Well, let's see if it works first.
It's gonna be OK.
How can I stop him? I can't!
It's OK. It's gonna be OK.
OK, it's alright. It's OK.
Thanks for going with it.
Let's hope it's not for nothing.
She just threw
the mother of all curve balls.
I'll talk to her.
Thanks.
You should see the other guy.
Well, you sure gave Andy a fright.
We had one shot
at getting that name,
changing his entire belief system
so that he'd give it up.
I had to cover all bases -
psychological threats,
physical damage.
Who did this to you?
Look, it's the job.
No-one's breached
the Crimes Act here.
I couldn't live with myself, knowing
there's more we could have done.
Now we wait.
Did Filippetti do the trick?
Yes, it did. Thank you very much.
Drugs in the living room,
no proof of ownership.
Keisha is very relieved
now the cameras are gone.
Hey, hey. Where have you been?
Just, um... looking into
that breach in security.
Ruling out possibilities,
checking on the container.
I'm... I'm pretty busy.
I gotta go.
I begged Felix so hard.
It was shameless.
I said, 'Whoever shot you
had to be scarier than my ex.'
I didn't want a name.
Just someone to get rid
of this dickhead...
..before he kills me.
He's coming to Steph's house
tomorrow.
The guy who shot Felix.
He's coming.
W-We got him!
Good.
Good! OK.
Well, um... I should go
back to my room so I can...
No, um...
Please, stay.
The least I can do is look after you.
You need to at least ice that
all through the night, right?
A bit of TLC for the wounded warrior.
Hopefully there's some ice here.
Yes!
Look, I know the job's about
getting close to dangerous people,
but even you have to admit that...
..this is a different league, yeah?
Just trying to impress you, Janet.
Well, it worked.
Shit, sorry.
You little shit!
Thank you. This is... nice.
You know we're gonna still miss the
Attorney-General's 24-hour deadline.
Fuck him.
You need to sleep.
And I...
..I will keep watch.
Wha...?
OK, what?
Yes?
Miss Janet King?
Who is this?
I'm agent Steven Moore from
the State Corruption Commission.
We have a search warrant
for these premises.
I beg your pardon?
Hang on, what are you...?
We have authority to confiscate
all phones, computers
and devices capable of storing
or transmitting digital information.
What is this about?
Hers too.
Miss King, we have
anonymous information
regarding serious corrupt behaviour
which could result
in criminal charges.
Further details about this matter
will be forthcoming
at a preliminary hearing
of the State Corruption Commission
on a date to be fixed.
Thanks for your cooperation.
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
This must be Lincoln Priest.
If this is the A-G,
this is pretty bloody serious.
How do they know you're here? This
is supposed to be a secure facility.
Let's...
We'll talk about this later.
You go. We need to keep going
with this undercover op.
They took yours too?
My phone.
Laptops, iPads.
OK, what about you?
No.
No, it's just me and Lina.
Feeling a bit left out, actually.
What is it about?
I don't know and I'm sorry.
I know the type of exchanges
people have on their phones.
I'll do what I can to stop them
becoming public, I promise.
In the meantime,
let's just... keep going.
Owen?
How'd you sleep? Looks like it hurt.
Luckily, winners
don't feel the pain as much.
You ready?
And what the hell happened
this morning?
Were you caught up in that?
Yeah, they took my phone.
Did you know about
the Corruption Commission?
What?
Anonymous information -
that's what they said.
Call me suspicious,
but it smacks of insider info...
Cut the bullshit, Janet.
I'm on your side.
Really? I've heard that before.
I'm working for you.
Obviously, Lincoln's behind it.
It's nothing to do with me.
OK, OK. Here he is.
I told you, Steph. I told you
I need to know what you told them.
I need to know
what you told them, OK?
I didn't tell them...
Tell me what you said!
I don't know what you've told them!
I need to know!
Please don't hurt me.
I know you said something!
Tell me what it is.
Fuck!
Brett.
Please don't hurt me.
It's Brett Bonar. He knows
you're a cop. Don't let him in.
He's dead.
This royal commission of yours
is set up to protect us
from gun violence?
Shame on you, Miss King!
God forbid you do anything
to upset your boss!
It's got nothing to do with her.
You always do what she says.
She's usually right!
Our searches
through your personal devices
have confirmed
the allegation has substance.
If behaviour looks,
sounds or smells corrupt,
then it probably is.
Jesus, Janet, you do not
want another court case now.
We will provide security.
You got me
to sign my own death warrant.
Is everything alright?
I think I had a panic attack.
Have you had them before?
No. What, do you think
it'll happen again?
Your Honour, Mr Dolan waived
parental responsibility at the time.
In regards to a child.
We're talking about an embryo.
It's my genetic material.
It's my right to decide
what happens to it.
I believe you are all
in the wrong jurisdiction.
This is a probate issue.
So Todd was your mate.
Yeah, he was.
Why would someone want to kill him?
He tried to rip off the wrong
person. They've come after him.
We still have Felix Murphy, yes?
Correct.
He was shot in broad daylight,
at point-blank range.Yes.
So he saw who shot him.
He claims he never saw anything,
but he must have.
He knows exactly who shot him.
I want to organise
another undercover operation,
but this time, we'll use a woman.
How long ago did you leave him?
Like six months ago.
Hey, that file that Simon deleted
from his computer?
It's a gun.
OK, there's a container
arriving at the docks tonight.
Imported by Simon Hamilton.
Arriving?
The bill of lading says fridges.
I'll believe that when I see it.
It'll take at least a day
to remove all the firing pins.
Then we've got to repack everything
just the way it was.
Then we can
tell the cargo terminal operator
to notify Simon it's cleared customs
and ready for pick-up.
Does the delay need to be explained?
I don't think so. I mean,
it's not that unusual, is it?
Nah. Some ships carry
hundreds of containers.
Can take a week to get 'em all off.
Hey, I just had a close look
at this bill of lading.
See this contact number
written here?
Simon's mobile.
Except it's not Simon's.
It's Amil Nobakht's.
Are you sure that's Amil's number?
Yeah, it's on his file.
I remember those sort of details.
Phone numbers?
Is that really so unusual?
You need to get out more.
Yeah, I was trying to.
So who's really behind this?
Just Todd and Amil together
or Simon and the Nobakht family?
I guess we'll find out
when someone comes to collect it.
Alright, you stay here.
You're in charge, Richard.
Text me when it's done.
I checked that mobile number
on the bill of lading.
You doubted Richard's memory?
Well, it was worth a check. He has
made the occasional factual error.
When? Anyway, this time
he does happen to be right.
Lina, go back
over Karen Parker's interview.
Check if there's any suggestion
Simon Hamilton knew the Nobakhts.
I'll have a look.
I bet it was Todd
using Simon's identity again.
This is him and Amil, this import.
It's a pretty tough import
to arrange from Australia.
How much do the guns cost?
In America, about $1,000 each.
Over here, maybe $15,000.
So they spent half a million dollars
buying weapons
and organising an importation.
It's pretty unlikely
anyone can do that over the phone.
You have to be working
with people you've met, trust.
Well, I'll see who's been to America
lately.
Check the entire Nobakht family
and Simon Hamilton, just in case.
Janet! We just got an email
from Macquarie Street.
Our illustrious Attorney-General
wants to see you and me.
What about?
Urgent matter of business.
Let me guess. His slice off the tee?
His bad short game?
Something like that.
Flat white?
Thanks.
No, thanks, I'm good.
A little something for you.
The night before last,
third item on the news.
This is the face of crime
out of control.
Jane Carter is now only
being kept alive by life support.
Her devastated husband Robbie
hasn't left her side.
Her car was hit by convicted
drug dealer George Healy
three minutes after the horrific
shooting of Todd Wilson.
And George has himself
since been murdered
and Todd's in-laws fired at.
So far, to explain all this,
$3.5 million has been spent
on a royal commission whose hearings
have mostly been held in private
and whose progress
has been revealed to no-one,
if there has been any progress
at all.
Is the Attorney-General
going to comment?
The Opposition grilled us
all afternoon.
We pleaded operational
confidentiality all afternoon
because we had nothing.
Before Parliament resumes
I need an interim report
with some preliminary findings.
We're not ready.
Being ready doesn't matter, Janet.
With all due respect,
I don't think you understand...
Obviously some parts of it
can be suppressed
or for non-publication or whatever.
But I need to demonstrate
material progress.
Once we make material progress,
I'll write a report.
Perhaps I'm not making myself clear.
You're not here to debate the merits
of an interim report.
I am telling you to write one.
Before Parliament resumes.
I can't write an accurate report
until we know exactly
who's bringing in these...
Did I say accurate? I said a report.
That's three syllables.
Which one of them
is not getting through?
Well, if she won't write it,
you will.
Understood?
I can draft one, but it can only
be delivered under her signature.
Just highlight whatever pebbles
of truth you've managed to...
I'm still in the room here.
...kick down the street.
The most likely scenarios
are disputes over drug buys
and we heavily suspect that
the current coke and ice epidemics
underpin all major gun crime,
et cetera, et cetera.
Needs a firm hand, et cetera.
Sure.
Don't be ridiculous! You can
change it in the final report
if by some fluke, you ever manage
to make any real headway.
No!
I don't want lies.
I want informed and educated
speculation...
OK. Alright.
..from disparate incomplete sources.
Fortunately you work for me
and we do not respond to threats.
Nor do I make them. I merely explain
what I need to happen!
I am not required to solve
your political problems, Attorney.
We have gathered a considerable
amount of intelligence
and we are on the cusp
of understanding the whole picture.
If we all just take a step back...
And I will not risk all of that
to stop and write
some half-baked piece of fiction.
If you hang me out to dry next week
in Parliament, I will destroy you.
Bloody arrogant fool.
Don't make him an enemy.
He's already an enemy.
Learn how to bend.
I won't give him the ammunition
to say I'm incompetent.
That's not what he wants.
We both know this report's nonsense.
And so down the track,
if he ever wanted to...
He's not thinking that far ahead.
Well, I am.
You know
and if we write this piece of crap
to momentarily
help shore up his approval rating,
that piece of crap, signed by me,
will be on the public record forever.
- Hey.
- Progress?
Maybe halfway?
There's over 500 weapons here
and missing just one
could be disastrous, so...
They can't rush.
Yeah, I know.
But to make an arrest,
whoever owns these guns
has to take possession
of the container and open it.
That's our payday, so the sooner
you're ready, the better.
Janet, you want to have a look?
Yes.
Federal Police printed it
from Simon Hamilton's computer.
Not the easiest thing
to put together.
You have to assemble it, add a
firing pin and buy your own bullets.
But if you want it to work
you do need
some expertise in how guns are made.
Which I'm assuming
Major Hamilton's got, being a major.
Nothing on America. Todd and Amil
have never been nor Bahman.
Susie and Karen went to Disneyland
when they were ten and eight
and Simon Hamilton's last trip
to America was seven years ago.
Hamilton would have met Americans
in Afghanistan.
A soldier
moonlighting in the gun trade?
I can sweep through his contacts
again,
look into any residing in the US.
Thanks. When are you testing this?
Tonight hopefully.
Till when?
Late, probably. Sorry.
Hang with me
if you want some excitement.
Big fight in council
over netball courts.
It was a truly vicious
non-contact sport
the way we played it at high school.
Only matched in aggression
by local council
development approval meetings -
come see.
Hello.
Hi.
They're asleep.
What can I say?
I'm not going to wake them.
No, um... No, don't do that.
I'll... I'll try again
tomorrow morning.
How you going, dear?
Good. Yeah.
Make sure you eat well.
And watch your water intake.
Sure, Mum.
I know you love your work,
but you've got to get a balance.
And settle that thing with Deborah.
Well, it's not that easy, actually...
Listen to me. You don't need it.
Gotta go. Doctor Blake.
Talk tomorrow.
Enjoy.
Bye.
Have you written anything?
I've started a draft,
if you want to see...
When we let the container run
and arrest whoever claims it, then...
then I'll write something 'cause
we will have made real progress.
Bianca and Felix?
Yeah, they went well, apparently.
Despite the close call,
they're on again tonight.
Right. And Andy's...
He's running it, yes.
Anyway, I can't bear
just sitting here waiting.
If anything happens,
you'll hear from me.
Hi. Has she started?
Just about to meet him.
You want to stay?
Let me know if there's a problem.
Thanks.
Hey.
Hey. How you going?
Busy day?
Yeah. Yeah. You?
It was sort of slow, actually.
But maybe that's
just 'cause I was feeling...
I couldn't wait for it to end.
That's a bit sad if I'm the most
exciting thing in your life.
Don't undersell yourself, handsome.
Yeah.
Although modesty is attractive.
Yeah.
Drink? What are you having?
Yeah, sure. Great. Um...
Um... um...
I don't feel like a beer
or anything.
Maybe like a vodka tonic?
Yep.
I'll just have a beer, thanks.
No, I've got it.
Is that my drink?
Sorry, yeah. OK.
I never noticed that before.
Yeah. Long story.
OK. OK, you can tell me later.
Alright.
Here it is.
Jetsetter London.
Five?
Yep.
Watch out.
But now I'm gonna become an addict,
'cause gambling's fun.
Again.
Beginner's luck.
It has potential to create
significant equity when well-planned.
Mr Bao Long, we've heard enough
about tourism and revenue.
What about the plan
to replace 26 netball courts?
Well, the council has assured me
that they will find the land
to build the new netball...
So there's no plan, is there?
Will any of the money from
your 250 addictive poker machines
go towards community sports for the
young girls of south-west Sydney?
Yes, we're... we're building a pool.
You're bulldozing their courts.
They'llget more.
Will they?
Yes, if the council does their job.
I'm buying the land
from the State Government...
And how much are you paying?
Well, until the contract
is actually finalised,
that's between State Cabinet
and myself.
They want $15 million.
You're offering 12. Isn't that it?
I'm investing in resources
and infrastructure
for the community
that gave me a start.
You do exactly the same, Patrick,
unless you're outbid.
OK, I don't create a mass
of gambling addicts
to fund a personal edifice.
Christ's sake.
It's a leisure centre...
Bullshit, it's halfway to a casino!
Now, if I could continue
my proposal, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you for a lovely evening.
Again.
Glad you enjoyed it.
You know,
if you ever meet my parents
we might have to rewrite history
a bit.
'Where did you two meet?'
'Um, in the holding cells.'
Wouldn't go down well?
Unlikely.
Yeah.
What do they think about your ex?
Good job, steady income.
They think he's great.
It was hard to tell them
about the other stuff.
Yeah.
How many people
knew about your knee?
What... what about it?
What happened?
I don't remember what happened.
I see. Off-limits. I get it.
No, it's not off-limits.
I just... just don't remember.
OK. Well, this is me.
What are you doing on the weekend?
Um...
Am I being pushy?
No. No, no.
I'd... I'd love to do something.
Um... Picnic maybe or a movie?
I don't mind.
Text me?
I will.
Promise?
OK, see ya.
See you. Have a good night.
You too. Bye.
Keisha.
I... I don't know where to go!
You have to come get me!
What... what happened?
Please, please, please!
Please, Richard! Please!
I'm at work.
Keisha.
Fuck this.
Hey, it's Keisha. Leave a message.
Did she say where she was?
Look, I know that her shift
finished about ten minutes ago,
so she could be anywhere
between work and home.
OK. Hey mate, have we still got
a feed on Keisha Gibson's house?
Righto, here we go.
Why is she still on surveillance?
She's not a suspect.
Relax. We haven't looked at the feed
since she brought in Todd's money,
and we wouldn't be now if you hadn't
called in asking to find Keisha.
Yeah, I...
OK, OK. I'm just...
..checking to see if she's alright.
Yep, all good. She's coming in now.
Great, OK. Thank you, Owen.
Hey, hang on, Richard.
Think she might be getting some help
from someone else.
It's that mate of Todd's,
the one that was with him
when he broke into Boccarro's car.
Brett Bonar?
Yeah, that's him.
You gonna be OK?
I mean, it was just...
It was just the lights.
I don't know.
I don't know what's happening.
It just suddenly feels like I'm...
I'm there again and...
Sorry to break it to you, mate.
Looks like you have
some competition there.
Look, I was just making sure
that she was safe, OK?
Yeah, sure. See you, mate.
Yeah, thank you.
See you tomorrow!
Hi.
Hi! Come in.
I can come back in the morning.
No, no, don't be silly.
I'll just get changed.
So how did it go?
Good, I think.
Cautiously optimistic.
So you don't think that
he's ever doubted you or...?
No, no, he likes me.
I like him too, actually.
I mean, not like...
but he's nice. A softy.
So in that sense,
it's an easy relationship
to work on.
But in terms of the end game,
getting him to talk about
the shooting... it's tough.
Huge. Brick wall.
So that'll take some breaking down.
Well, if anyone can do that...
Yeah, well, it must be
hard for him to trust,
feeling he has enemies so close.
Well, everyone has to trust someone.
I have.
Go insane otherwise.
How are the kids?
Not sure tonight.
Tried a Skype call, but my darling
mother had put them to bed early
so she could watch
her favourite TV show.
I'm trying to imagine
what your mother's like.
She's an irritatingly single-minded
control freak.
I believe I said that
without a hint of irony.
She must worry about you.
I'm sure she does
in her own way.
At the moment, she thinks
I've got everything out of balance.
I need to relax, apparently.
Hence the workout?
Yes, well, you do what you can.
Cheers to that.
Cheers.
Janet, interesting news
Andy got from police ballistics.
When you fire the gun we printed,
the barrel flies back off the stock.
So you can only fire it once?
Apparently.
And Todd Wilson was killed
with one bullet.
Do you know of all the cases
I've run involving guns,
I can't remember any other times
someone fired just one bullet.
He was probably killed
with a homemade plastic gun.
Yeah, it makes sense why the marks
on the bullet and casing
don't match any normal firearm.
It's Richard.
Guns are ready.
The terminal operator
will contact Amil when we tell them
and he's almost certain
to call a trucking company
to organise a pick-up and delivery.
There's a bug in his phone, yeah?
Yep.
As are Bahman, Sam, Susie
and Elaheh's and the landline.
And LDs are inside the house
and smash repair shop.
OK, the team's ready at the docks?
We're all set.
OK.
Yeah?
We're on. Shut the container.
We'll make the call.
Hello?
I'm Dave Reynolds
from Sydney Cargo Terminal.
Is that Simon Hamilton?
Yes, speaking.
This is a courtesy call to let
you know that container JL1349-76
has been cleared for pick-up.
OK, thanks.
So Amil's happy to impersonate
Simon Hamilton.
What do we have here?
Yum, yum, yum.
Don't! Stop!
Do we have any hummus left?
There's another bowl, I think.
Salaam.
Brett - all good?
Yeah, sorry I'm late.
Bahman outside?
Yeah, he's just murdering some lamb.
Smells good.
Any activity?
Nothing yet.
Nothing?
This is crazy.
So what are they doing?
Do they know they're being watched?
They can't know, can they?
Haven't they at least
organised a pick-up?
Nup.
They've organised a barbecue. Listen.
Yeah, you left us
early last night.
Yeah, mercy mission.
Keisha was having a freak-out.
Had to pick her up, take her home.
Then what? Tuck her into bed, huh?
No, man, it's not like that.
She's struggling.
Did you know this about Keisha?
It's really got to her.
She's such a mess.
Is she getting help?
I told her she ought to see someone.
Well, maybe she needs a little nudge.
Had she heard
anything more on Todd?
No, you?
Nothing. What that bastard's done
to our family...
Just try not to do anything
too stupid, OK?
What, that's it?
No calls to anyone, no sense
of excitement or fear - nothing!
Wow.
Have they been tipped off?
You do have to wonder.
I mean, there were dozens
of Customs guys and Feds around.
It only takes one.
If it was anyone in Customs,
the State Corruption Commission
are the guys to ask - Roger Embry.
Great.
So what, now we just wait?
Your call.
Heather, great - I got you a meeting
at the State Corruption Commission
with Roger Embry.
We need to check the Customs guys
who helped with the container...
..didn't tip off the Nobakhts.
Sorry. I can't be there.
That's OK, I can handle it.
Thank you.
Hey, would you like a flat white?
Where I'm heading
that'd be helpful.
My tab must be enormous by now.
Let me pay you something.
No, you're obviously late.
Fix me up later.
Anyway, your muscle men buy
more than enough to keep me rich.
Muscle men?
Your security.
I thought it was overkill,
but I can see why you need them.
Loads of people
check this place out.
Really?
Yeah.
A guy hung around on that seat
all morning yesterday.
I thought he was gonna to hit on me,
but as soon as you left, he went,
which was a bit weird.
Anyway, I guess
it comes with the territory.
Thanks.
See ya.
Who's here?
We all are, except for Deborah's QC.
She's on her own today -
must have got his first bill.
You OK?
What? Yes, of course - why?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
No, I'm fine.
Well, let's just stay calm
and rely on legal argument.
Leave the emotion to Tim and Deb.
Justice Stanton has four kids.
Perhaps this once
the court will respond to emotion.
She's not a mother, she's a judge
and judges are emotionless.
Humourless and emotionless.
Then I showed the email to Brad,
my husband,
and he couldn't stop smiling.
So we... we rang Ash
and she repeated what she'd written
and we were so excited and grateful,
because after all these years trying
we actually felt hopeful we would
get the chance to be parents.
On second thoughts, Mr Gillies,
I think I might start with you.
What are the issues here?
This isn't a criminal matter.
No, Your Honour.
I assumed, as the Director of
the DPP, that it must be criminal,
which would be a novelty for us
in the probate division.
Yes.
Very amusing, Your Honour.
No, Your Honour,
I'm on leave for a fortnight
and appearing as amicus for Ms King.
In your spare time?
Mm, yes, Your Honour, this is how
I choose to spend my spare time.
In court?
Yes.
Extraordinary.
Your Honour, this is about
my sister's wish
for me to be given a last chance
to have a child.
Yes, thank you...
I'm sorry.
What about me?
It's my genetic material.
I'm the only one
with a genuine interest...
Your Honour, who paid for it,
and who supported Ash through...
It's part of me.
She said I could have it.
Yes, yes. Thank you.
You will all get a chance.
Mr Gillies, why is this
in the probate court?
If it concerns children
or potential children,
shouldn't it be in the Family Court?
Ms King is seeking a declaration
of her proprietary interest
in an item that by agreement
with the entity storing it,
belonged to her deceased de facto,
Ms Larsson, the applicant's sister.
What is the property in dispute?
A frozen embryo, Your Honour.
Is that property?
Well...
..yes, that is the question.
We believe it is.
All we're asking
the court to discern
is to whom the frozen embryo
belongs, not what happens to it.
Once the ownership is determined,
the party to whom it belongs
can decide its fate... or future.
Do I have affidavits
from all parties?
Yes.
In that case, I'll take
a short adjournment to read them.
If the court pleases,
Your Honour, may I observe
that this matter has been through
several jurisdictions
and costs are mounting and we would
all, I'm sure, welcome a resolution.
I will review the material
and then we will reconvene.
All rise.
Hey, hi.
She wants info from me?
That's a turn-up.
We thought we'd let a container run
from the cargo terminal,
but no-one's coming to pick it up.
They been tipped off?
Maybe.
We're not sure, to be honest.
But we know you put a blowtorch
through Customs last year,
got rid of some bad apples,
and we were wondering if you'd done
any other follow-up surveillance,
or might know of any other people
in Customs who might be suss.
So Janet doesn't think
we finished the job properly.
Is that the implication?
No.
Sounds like the implication.
Just ruling out possibilities.
You haven't worked with her before,
have you?
What's your opinion?
Smart, fair. Pretty good, actually.
Divides people, don't you think?
When people are wrong, she'll
point that out and explain why.
That's what divides people.
You either have to admit
she was right
or you resent her
for not letting you win.
So basically, if she was a bloke,
you'd all think
she was bloody fantastic.
I'll tell her Customs are clean,
though, yeah? That was the message?
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Here we are.
Dr Orsmond's in there.
So if you didn't make this
appointment, was it you, Lina?
It was Janet.
She said that Adie's really good
with trauma.
She squeezed you in as a favour.
So, what, you're here because...?
Good question.
It's a business hours thing.
Nights are OK,
but during work hours,
the commission staff technically
shouldn't see anyone on their own,
if we can help it.
See ya.
See ya.
She's got this idea
that I just do whatever Janet says.
I mean, if we were questioning her,
I can see how it should be
both of us.
But to take her to an appointment?
When Janet says 'above board'...
She probably meant
don't pash her on the street.
I think it's a bit more than that,
but...
If you want me to take you back...
No, hardly worth it now.
Here's a question.
Five years ago when we started at
the DPP, you, me, Erin, Tatum, Ben,
all standing next to each other,
where did you see yourself
in five years time?
Actually, I thought
I'd get a few years experience,
then take the bar exam
and start building my own career.
So what happened?
What you've described
isn't remembering the incident,
but reliving it, which is a classic
indicator of post-traumatic stress.
Well, can I still go overseas?
I'm doing Europe soon.
Let's go back to that night
and describe what happened.
Take it slowly.
Try to remember every detail.
Everything?
As much as you can.
Close your eyes
and describe just what you heard.
I know.
I know that I brought it.
Todd was saying,
'It's in here somewhere.'
I know that I had it...
..when I left.
I heard him unzip the bag.
I heard a train.
The screech and the rumble
as it went past.
There were fireworks.
And then the bang from the gunshot.
A scream.
A thump as Todd fell back
into the car.
Todd screamed when he was shot?
No. No, it was...
..it was high-pitched.
You screamed.
Yes, I started screaming and crying.
There was a different scream.
But not Todd?
No and before me.
A witness?
It must have been.
But no-one saw it?
No - some woman did and screamed.
I remember.
I didn't see her, but I heard her.
We've got to get back to the office.
If we've got another witness,
that's gold.
Brilliant. Well done.
You're a genius.
Glad some good came out of that
freak-out I had the other night.
I'm so sorry
I couldn't help you out.
That's OK.
I'm glad Brett could.
How did you know it was Brett?
Thank you, everyone.
Having read the parties' affidavits
and written submissions,
I have decided
that I am in a position
to make a decision viva voce,
with a written judgment to follow.
Janet King was the partner
of Ashleigh Larsson.
They went into this venture
collectively,
notwithstanding whose genetic
material was used in the process.
These facts are not in dispute
by any of the parties.
Accordingly, I do declare that the
frozen embryo presently in storage
forms part of the estate
of Ms Larsson,
and will now be held in the name
of the first respondent, Janet King.
What? Please, Your Honour...
I'm sorry, I don't think...
Order! Order.
I make no finding as to whether
the item is property or life.
The item is now Ms King's
to do with as she pleases.
Thank you.
What's next?
Hirst and Armfield.
Are the respondents present
for this matter?
We are, yes, Your Honour.
Happy?
I don't know.
I'm more relieved than happy.
No, I am. I'm happy.
I'm glad it's over.
Who are you?
Did you even once stop to think
about what Ash wanted?
No, because as usual
all you think about is yourself.
Deb...
Shut up!
Just shut up.
Shit. Six missed calls
from Lina and Richard.
Problem?
There was a witness
to the Todd Wilson shooting.
Hang on, I just need
to call him back.
Janet.
Richard, I just got all your texts.
It's Janet? I suppose
she knows what shirt I'm wearing.
Can I call you back?
Richard...
Keisha knows that
we had surveillance in her house
and her flatmates
brought some pot home yesterday
and it'll all be on camera.
OK, OK, don't panic. I'll see...
I'm dealing with it.
Can I just call you back later?
What now?
This is about something else.
I'm just reminding Richard
about the Filipetti case.
You know, putting the drugs
in the communal...
I know, I know.
OK, done.
Something about a witness.
Yeah, it says here they don't know
who it is yet, but Lina's onto it.
A toast to having minions.
Let's get out of here.
So Keisha's certain she heard
a witness scream when Todd was shot?
Yep. Now it's just a matter
of finding her.
What about the calls
that came after the media appeal?
We've triple checked.
She's not among them.
OK. If you need to get out there
and doorknock, go for it.
Hey, listen, Amil still
hasn't made any phone calls
and as far as we know,
he hasn't talked to anybody.
He's just ignoring it.
Completely?
Like, 'Container? What container?'
So any suggestions?
Go surfing, play golf?
I mean, what else can we do
except wait?
Given the pressure for progress,
we can't wait any longer.
Well, the options
are pretty limited.
Hang on, where is it?
Were the cleaners in last night?
No. No, they wouldn't take an iPad
anyway. That's way too obvious.
It was on my desk. I know it was,
because I Skyped the kids
and Mum had put them to bed early,
so...
According to this, Heather was
in here at 2:16am for seven minutes.
At quarter past two in the morning?
Apparently.
Or at least it was her security code
that opened the doors.
Hey, Heather! Here a sec?
Don't we have cameras in here?
Not infra-red.
With no lights, we'd be looking
for a black cat in a coalmine.
Can we fix that today, please?
Sure.
I sent you a note about
the SEC's opinion of Customs.
Got that, thanks.
Um... how was Roger?
As patriarchal as ever?
He tried to pull you down
a peg or two in my eyes.
Successfully?
Not really.
Basically, I said against him,
you'd win a dick measuring
competition without even having one.
He would have loved that.
Those weren't my exact words,
but I think he got the message.
Is that all?
Um...
Where were you, last night
after midnight?
Asleep.
Anyone verify?
Yes.
Who?
If I'm under official investigation,
I'll give you his name.
Until then,
a bit of trust would be nice.
Have you written
your security code anywhere?
Told anyone? Let people see it?
No.
Someone used it
to get in here last night.
As far as I can remember,
I just stand like this
and press the buttons.
I've never seen anyone behind me,
at least not close.
But if you're like that,
well, maybe from this angle...
If someone was looking
along this line
and had a good pair of binoculars
or a long lens camera,
they could have been on that seat
or by that bus stop.
Thatseat.
Well, anywhere along this line -
No, the seat.
The man was sitting on the seat.
The coffee girl. Where is she?
Two or three hours maybe.
I don't know.
I didn't have a stopwatch on him,
butitwasmostofthemorning.
And he just sat there?
He was there whenever I looked,
so every five or ten minutes
I guess I'd look over.
A bit more towards the end
when I was a bit more curious.
Can you describe him?
Um... dark hair, black pants.
Asian, I think.
You think?
He was 50 metres away.
Can't be certain.
Age?
30s, I guess.
Had you seen him before?
Idon'tthinkso.
But you know, that doesn't mean
he hasn't been hanging around.
OK. Well thanks, Peta.
And sorry, it's Peta...
Vickers.
Vickers.
Alright. Well, if you see him again,
please let us know.
Sure.
Thanks, Andy.
What's he done?
Or shouldn't I ask?
I guess
it's not something you can say.
How are you doing? In general?
Is that a secret too?
Perhaps.
But listen, thanks for your help.
It could be really important.
No, that's OK. I'm glad to help.
And it's nice to chat a bit.
I wondered what sort of person
takes on a job like this.
So have I lately.
Yeah.
And now you know that I can do more
than just make a good flat white.
And quote Oscar Wilde.
Mm, full of hidden talents, huh?
Right, so there you go.
If you want more,
you know where to find me.
Thanks. Thanks, Peta.
Janet! Glad you're here.
I'm showing Lincoln around.
He asked where you were based.
Hope you don't mind?
No, no.
An unexpected surprise,
but no, not at all.
I've just been inspecting
netball courts.
I can't imagine a better way
to spend an afternoon.
It is the number one
participation sport in Australia.
My point exactly.
More registered players
than Aussie rules, union, league,
cricket or soccer,
but, to hell with it,
let's rip out the courts
and put in a gambling hall.
Why not? That's the Aussie spirit.
And I shall take your argument
to cabinet, Patrick.
There's no need to sell me
anything twice.
Could you give us a minute?
A rare insight into
how mates lobby each other.
Not really.
He's still $4 million short
of his competition, unfortunately,
which won't please
my cabinet colleagues at all -
mate or no mate.
Moving on, however,
I did want a quick chat.
In 24 hours,
I need an executive summary
of what will be
in your interim report
and I need evidence
it will be written.
I can't promise anything.
But I can.
The view is nice at the top,
but one misstep
and it's a very, very hard fall.
I'm looking forward to the read.
I thought we had weeks
to finish this operation?
- Not now.
- We've got no choice.
Just write a report.
Who cares what it is?
It has to be real.
It just has to save his neck.
No, it doesn't.
I won't write anything
unless I can defend it.
He can't force me to play his game.
Well, he is,
judging by this meeting.
This isn't just
about the Attorney-General.
The victims' families
are out there -
parents, sibling,
partners, children -
and if we're gonna stop the shooting,
the commission does need
the big answers.
We need to get to someone who knows
who brought in those first guns.
And if no-one's picking up the
container, that someone is Felix.
Bianca, if you can get Felix
to name the person who shot him,
that opens up everything.
But now I need him fast.
The long game was to let him
form an attachment to Steph,
let that grow
into emotional commitment,
then make that bond so tight
he couldn't say no.
And the short game?
Do we have one?
It will have to be something big...
..life or death, probably -
sudden, now.
If he genuinely believed
I was gonna die without help
and he couldn't help me himself...
..maybe then.
A kidnap, that could work.
No coulds. What will work
beyond reasonable doubt?
It's got to be simple.
And hard - in your face.
And I need an ex - I think
he's got to see him in action,
not just hear about him.
Any sign yet?
Hey, what's this?
It's OK. It's for the job.
Is it make-up?
Jesus!
Not this time. Felix might touch it,
put ice on it.
Make-up would run.
It had to be real.
So... so who...?
It doesn't matter, it's done.
Did you know about this?
No.
So she did that to herself?
What, just picked a fight in a pub?
Don't worry, it's happened.
Does Janet know you...
Just go with it, OK?
How it happened doesn't matter.
Felix has to think you did it.
That's what matters.
OK, he's coming.
Here we go.
I don't know why I got
to wait here all day, Steph!
I don't fucking know!
So why don't you tell me
what you told the royal commission?
- Why don't you tell me?
- I didn't tell them anything!
- Stop lying to me!
- I'm not. I'm not.
You've been lying to me
all bloody week!
It's pretty bloody simple. Tell me
what you told the royal commission.
Just tell me.
It wasn't anything.
Stop lying to me!
Hey? How come you got out
so quick if you didn't talk - how?
I don't know!
Because you talked, didn't you?
You talked!
I know you said something.
Everyone knows. Everyone knows.
So all you've got to do
is tell me what you said.
I didn't!
You want some more of this, huh?
I've got plenty more
where this came from.
Please don't!
Tomorrow, this is gonna be loaded.
And we're not going through
this shit again at all, OK?
Right, bitch,
you get where I'm going?
OK. I've got to get you
to hospital.
No, no, I can walk. It's OK.
What sort of person...
I still think you should have gone
with a harmless little report.
I can't do anything!
Well, let's see if it works first.
It's gonna be OK.
How can I stop him? I can't!
It's OK. It's gonna be OK.
OK, it's alright. It's OK.
Thanks for going with it.
Let's hope it's not for nothing.
She just threw
the mother of all curve balls.
I'll talk to her.
Thanks.
You should see the other guy.
Well, you sure gave Andy a fright.
We had one shot
at getting that name,
changing his entire belief system
so that he'd give it up.
I had to cover all bases -
psychological threats,
physical damage.
Who did this to you?
Look, it's the job.
No-one's breached
the Crimes Act here.
I couldn't live with myself, knowing
there's more we could have done.
Now we wait.
Did Filippetti do the trick?
Yes, it did. Thank you very much.
Drugs in the living room,
no proof of ownership.
Keisha is very relieved
now the cameras are gone.
Hey, hey. Where have you been?
Just, um... looking into
that breach in security.
Ruling out possibilities,
checking on the container.
I'm... I'm pretty busy.
I gotta go.
I begged Felix so hard.
It was shameless.
I said, 'Whoever shot you
had to be scarier than my ex.'
I didn't want a name.
Just someone to get rid
of this dickhead...
..before he kills me.
He's coming to Steph's house
tomorrow.
The guy who shot Felix.
He's coming.
W-We got him!
Good.
Good! OK.
Well, um... I should go
back to my room so I can...
No, um...
Please, stay.
The least I can do is look after you.
You need to at least ice that
all through the night, right?
A bit of TLC for the wounded warrior.
Hopefully there's some ice here.
Yes!
Look, I know the job's about
getting close to dangerous people,
but even you have to admit that...
..this is a different league, yeah?
Just trying to impress you, Janet.
Well, it worked.
Shit, sorry.
You little shit!
Thank you. This is... nice.
You know we're gonna still miss the
Attorney-General's 24-hour deadline.
Fuck him.
You need to sleep.
And I...
..I will keep watch.
Wha...?
OK, what?
Yes?
Miss Janet King?
Who is this?
I'm agent Steven Moore from
the State Corruption Commission.
We have a search warrant
for these premises.
I beg your pardon?
Hang on, what are you...?
We have authority to confiscate
all phones, computers
and devices capable of storing
or transmitting digital information.
What is this about?
Hers too.
Miss King, we have
anonymous information
regarding serious corrupt behaviour
which could result
in criminal charges.
Further details about this matter
will be forthcoming
at a preliminary hearing
of the State Corruption Commission
on a date to be fixed.
Thanks for your cooperation.
What the hell's going on?
I don't know.
This must be Lincoln Priest.
If this is the A-G,
this is pretty bloody serious.
How do they know you're here? This
is supposed to be a secure facility.
Let's...
We'll talk about this later.
You go. We need to keep going
with this undercover op.
They took yours too?
My phone.
Laptops, iPads.
OK, what about you?
No.
No, it's just me and Lina.
Feeling a bit left out, actually.
What is it about?
I don't know and I'm sorry.
I know the type of exchanges
people have on their phones.
I'll do what I can to stop them
becoming public, I promise.
In the meantime,
let's just... keep going.
Owen?
How'd you sleep? Looks like it hurt.
Luckily, winners
don't feel the pain as much.
You ready?
And what the hell happened
this morning?
Were you caught up in that?
Yeah, they took my phone.
Did you know about
the Corruption Commission?
What?
Anonymous information -
that's what they said.
Call me suspicious,
but it smacks of insider info...
Cut the bullshit, Janet.
I'm on your side.
Really? I've heard that before.
I'm working for you.
Obviously, Lincoln's behind it.
It's nothing to do with me.
OK, OK. Here he is.
I told you, Steph. I told you
I need to know what you told them.
I need to know
what you told them, OK?
I didn't tell them...
Tell me what you said!
I don't know what you've told them!
I need to know!
Please don't hurt me.
I know you said something!
Tell me what it is.
Fuck!
Brett.
Please don't hurt me.
It's Brett Bonar. He knows
you're a cop. Don't let him in.
He's dead.
This royal commission of yours
is set up to protect us
from gun violence?
Shame on you, Miss King!
God forbid you do anything
to upset your boss!
It's got nothing to do with her.
You always do what she says.
She's usually right!
Our searches
through your personal devices
have confirmed
the allegation has substance.
If behaviour looks,
sounds or smells corrupt,
then it probably is.
Jesus, Janet, you do not
want another court case now.
We will provide security.
You got me
to sign my own death warrant.