The Secrets She Keeps (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
-REPORTER 1: Here they are.
-REPORTER 2: Yep,
here they are here.
-Got a statement, Detective?
Detective, is it true?
Detective.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-MEGHAN: We've asked, "Why us?"
But we don't know
the answer to that.
What I do know is that I hate
what's happened to our lives.
I hate how she stole our child.
Stole our trust.
Stole our security.
I do know that I
hate Agatha Fyfle.
Two years ago, her
actions broke my family.
My daughter feels unsafe,
my oldest son has fits
of uncontrollable anger
and my youngest, Ben,
stolen by her at birth, his
trauma reveals itself everyday.
Jack, my husband, lives
with unbearable guilt
and self-recrimination.
Jack?
We should be going.
-Ready.
-"None of this
pain can be erased,
"but it can be
alleviated by justice."
-Finished?
-I don't think I can
read this out in court.
It's too angry.
-This is your
chance to be angry.
You can say whatever you want.
-But she's going to
be sentenced, today.
What's the point of
exposing ourselves more
when it's already over?
And that's the only
thing I care about.
I just want this
behind us, forever...
And where is Grace?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Ding-dong.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-I am so sorry.
I could not get out of
the house, this morning.
-Oh, you're good. Your
house or someone else's?
Forget one of your earrings?
- Aunty Grace.
-Oh, hi.
-I've left a note on the
table about Ben's food,
and please don't
take them out, today.
-OK. Alright.
-I got this, I got
this. You guys, go.
-Alright, let's go.
- LUCY: Give it back.
- OK.
- How are you doing?
- Argh. Give it.
-GRACE: Oh. Benny,
I know. I'm sorry.
Come on.
-I should go back.
-No, he'll settle in a bit, OK?
We gotta go.
-GRACE: Come on.
(CAR HONKING)
-She's here.
-REPORTER 2: On her, on her.
Come on.
-Agatha, over here.
Agatha.
-REPORTER: Agatha.
-Move.
-Pick up the pace.
-JAKE: The sentencing
of Agatha Fyfle
for the kidnapping of
well-known TV sports identity,
Jack Shaughnessy's baby,
and the manslaughter of two
other infants, has drawn a crowd.
Two years ago, the nation was
transfixed by the manhunt for Fyfle,
after she kidnapped Baby Ben.
The court is expected to hear the
victim impact statements, today.
Calling for the severest
penalty for those crimes.
-Meghan. (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Charlotte, how does it feel
to be Agatha Fyfle's mother?
What are your hopes for today?
-We all hope that mercy prevails
and that Agatha is
not unduly punished.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Do you want to say something?
-Good to see you
two still together.
Anything you want to say?
-ZOE: Your Honour, my
client pleaded guilty
to the manslaughter
of two infants,
Emily Symons and
Elizabeth Cholodenko,
and to one count of kidnapping
in the case of Ben Shaughnessy.
Agatha pleaded guilty
to prove to the court
that, despite the heinous abuse
she suffered at the
hands of Church elders,
despite her tragic
loss of two children,
one stolen from her at birth
at the tender age of 16,
another stillborn after
years of heartache,
she is capable of remorse
and more than willing to take
responsibility for her crimes.
Your Honour, this is a
woman who mercy abandoned
at a very young age, and
now, while incarcerated,
her notoriety inspires
regular targeted abuse
at the hands of the hardened
criminals she is housed with.
Agatha Fyfle does not deserve
to be further brutalised
or marginalised in maximum
security protection.
I, therefore,
petition, Your Honour,
to consider a fair sentence
in minimum security
where she has the
opportunity to rehabilitate
and show her the mercy that has
eluded her in life, until now.
-Your Honour, minimum security
is patently inadequate,
in this case.
Agatha Fyfle is a manipulative
felon and a high-risk inmate.
-We've heard the
Crown's petition.
Please sit down.
Is there anything you would like
to say before sentencing begins?
-Yes, Your Honour.
-Even though I never
set out to hurt anyone,
I've come to understand
how wrong my actions were.
-Meghan Shaughnessy
was a friend, to me,
and I betrayed that friendship
in a way that is unforgivable.
I can't take back
anything I did.
All I can do is
accept punishment
in the hope it will bring
peace to all those I hurt.
-What?
-I have nothing but
regret in my heart
for all the pain I have caused.
-What heart?
-JUDGE: Given the difficulty
of housing this prisoner
in maximum security,
I require a psychiatric report
to determine the prisoner's fitness
for a minimum security facility.
As emotions are
running high, today,
I will postpone victim
impact statements
until the court resumes in
nine weeks for sentencing.
-Nine.
-KAREN: Nine weeks?
-COURT OFFICER: All stand.
-Excuse me.
Excuse me. It's
Karen, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- Baby Emily's mother?
I'd like to help you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-You back, Fyfle?
-For nine more weeks.
-Welcome home, then.
-Lock up your babies, ladies.
-You in forever, Fyfle?
-Oi, claws away. Move on.
-KEELY: Watch your
back, baby killer.
-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.
-Watch your back, baby killer.
-Stay in your cell. The
girls are all stirred up.
I'll check in tonight.
-Thanks, Mr Jones.
-PRISONER: Rot in hell, Fyfle.
-Fyfle, you bitch.
-PRISONER 3: We're gonna
fuck you up, bitch.
-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-PRISONER 4: Come on, baby.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-PRISONER 5: Hey, baby killer.
-KAREN: We'd been trying for years,
and Emily was our only child.
-LORELEI: Can I ask why
you spat at the van?
-KAREN: Because I
wanted her to know,
I want everyone to
remember, how we feel.
All the papers just
talk about Baby Ben
and the kidnapping, but we
didn't get our baby back.
We completely lost her.
We completely lost her.
Even today, she got to speak in
court while we were silenced.
-LORELEI: She pleaded guilty.
-KAREN: Agatha's
only pleading guilty
so she'll get off lightly,
and you know what?
Rotting in jail for life is
too good for that monster.
(TAPE REWINDING)
-KAREN: life is too
good for that monster.
-MEGHAN: Can you please go
relax? It's under control.
- We're hungry.
- I know, I know.
Daddy's going to be
home from work soon.
We're waiting for him.
Can you please go wash up?
- Grr.
- Lachie.
-Lucy.
-What about your work?
-I've got my hands full.
-I don't mind.
Plus, I don't want to put
myself out there, anymore.
People recognise me and
they want to talk about it.
-Well, I regret
letting my career go.
-Ben needs me more than we
need the money right now, so...
Please, go. Sit.
- OK.
Oh, Rufus, bro. Cutlery
goes from the outside, in.
-Literally, the least
important piece of information
I've ever received.
-JEN: Is Mother's Day
hard for you, Simon?
-SIMON: I'm OK.
-I'm sure there'd be
plenty of women lining up
to spend Mother's Day with you,
if they could see how good
you are with that baby.
-Hey Ben?
How about we give Uncle
Simon a bit of a break?
-No, he's alright. He's
just chilling, hey?
Waiting for Dad.
Do you mind if, um,
I put the TV on?
I just don't want to
miss it going to air.
-When a young player
with so much promise
dies of a cocaine-related
heart attack on the field,
you have to...
- Yo. Family.
- ALL: Hey.
- JACK: What have I missed?
-Happy Mother's Day.
- Oh.
- These are for you.
-Oh my goodness. Thank you.
Oh.
-Happy Mother's Day.
Sorry I was late.
I was at the studio.
These are for you.
- Wow. Thank you.
-Let's go say hello
to your ugly old man.
- Where's my little munchkin?
- Yo.
- Oh!
-How're you doing, buddy?
- Alright. Lunch.
- Lunch.
- Lunch is on.
- Lunch, yes, please.
-Hey, guys, how're you doing?
-Happy Mother's Day.
-No clue how you
fold those things.
-I need something.
This.
-Pills?
-Vitamins.
-What's this writing?
-It's the name of the movie
I was telling you about.
Thanks, Rocco.
I mean, Mr Osman.
-Heard you got a visitor, today.
-OFFICER: Back to your
cell, Pope. She's a no-show.
- Don't fucken touch me.
- It's time, Pope.
-I don't fucking care.
-Move.
Move.
-Hello, Agatha.
I'm so glad you put my
name down on your list.
-My solicitor said
it would look good
to show I'm reconciling
with my mother.
-So, how're they
treating you in here?
-I'm not the most
popular prisoner.
-Do you get many visitors?
-Only lawyers.
And shrinks.
To be honest, I thought
the trial would be over
and I'd thank you for
paying my legal fees,
but now there'll be more, so...
-Mother's Day.
Without my children.
-Am I meant to
apologise for that?
-No.
I've tried to tell you,
I regret how we made you
feel it was your fault.
Elijah...
-Don't ask me to forgive you.
-I've forgiven you.
-What for?
For being blamed?
-Being abused?
Having my baby taken away?
What exactly have I done that
you need to forgive me for?
-Do you know how people
look at me in the streets?
Your name is everywhere.
No one visits me, either.
-Don't worry.
After this, you won't have
to do me any more favours.
Asking you, at
all, made me sick.
-Oh. Oh, wow.
Oh, thank you Marky-moo.
Oh, I love, love, love.
-What did I get you?
-New cans.
Just what I needed.
-MARCUS: No, it's what we needed,
so we don't have to
listen to your music.
- Happy Mother's Day.
- Oh, darling. Oh.
-Flowers.
That's original.
-At least I bought them
myself, you little shit.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
-Marcus, I think Dad, probably,
needs help with the meat.
-Uh-huh. Come on.
-Ah, sorry, I've gotta go.
It's about my podcast.
I've got the address.
I'm going to take these,
but I'll get you a
proper present, instead.
-Oh no, darling, I love those.
That's...
- I love you.
- That's more than enough.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-Hey, we're having a family lunch.
-I've gotta go.
-Want another cup of tea, Mum?
- Can I drive home?
- Yep.
-Darling, it's been a long day.
We really should pack up and go.
I love my presents.
Here, give us a kiss.
- Where's Ben?
- Here, give me a hug.
-Luce, where's Ben?
-LUCY: I don't know.
-JEN: Hey.
-Ben?
Is that a joint?
-I'm sorry.
-Jesus, grow up, you two.
- SIMON: Sorry.
- Mum's going.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Hi.
-Hello.
My name's Lorelei Kelly.
I was wondering
if we could talk?
These are for you.
-Sorry, you're...
-I'm Lorelei.
I'm a journalist and I'm hoping
to speak to you and your husband
about Agatha Fyfle...
-No, sorry, that's
inappropriate.
- I'm doing a podcast for my...
- You need to leave.
-SIMON: Are you
OK? Who was that?
-It was a journalist.
Oh, she's from the trial.
-SIMON: Are you kidding me?
Who sends a door-knocker
on Mother's Day?
- MEGHAN: Parasites.
- Meghan.
This explains everything.
Directions to Katoomba.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
-CHARLOTTE: Such
a sweet gesture.
I haven't had to get
a vase out in a while.
-Yeah, since it's Mother's Day
I thought it was only
right to bring flowers.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-I watched you in
the court room.
I felt for you.
-I saw you there, too.
That jacket.
What kind of story are you
going to tell about Agatha?
-One that'll change everything.
-SIMON: You left an
earring the other day.
I found it on the carpet.
- Great.
Jack noticed.
-SIMON: Did you tell
Jack where you left it?
-GRACE: No, I did not
tell Jack where I left it.
-Oh.
You ashamed of me?
I'm just, I'm joking.
I'm joking. I shouldn't
have brought it up. Grace.
Grace.
-We have to stop doing this.
I know I keep saying that
and then doing all
the drunk dialling.
-I love it.
-Not telling anyone is different
from being at a family thing
and pretending like...
It's lying, and it's
crossing a line.
-So do we tell them?
-God, no.
I don't mean...
-I've got no ties to Meghan,
and you don't have to spend your
life tiptoeing around your sister.
-Look me in the eyes and tell
me you're not terrified of her.
-So what then?
-This was the last time.
-Sure.
-Shake on it.
-NURSE KIANA: Hey
Lil, how are you?
-Shit.
-Oh, surprising.
George.
Good.
Good.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-OFFICER: Lights out, ladies.
Lights out.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-They asleep?
-MEGHAN: Did you notice, today,
that Ben doesn't look at anyone?
-There were a lot
of distractions, OK?
Did you read the letter?
-No.
-Do you want me to take a look?
Maybe we can work out
who she's working for.
-No, I threw it away.
-OK.
Why don't you come to bed
and I'll give you another
Mother's Day present.
Like a proper present.
How does that sound?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-Hey Ben, can you
say flower for Mummy?
Flower?
Ben?
Can you see the flower?
Can you please say...
Can you say flower?
Ben?
Please.
(PHONE RINGING)
Meghan Shaughnessy speaking.
Oh.
No.
Yeah, look, ah...
I'm really sorry.
There's...
Can I ask, sorry,
which child did he hit?
Right. OK.
Thank you.
-So, you've known for a while?
-Excuse me.
-SARINA: Oh, hey, hon.
-What's going on?
-I'm just talking to Sarina.
-You have no right to approach
my friends or go to my house.
-This is an invasion of privacy.
- I'm allowed to speak to...
- She said she knew about it.
-She does know about it.
-So, you misrepresented
yourself.
-LORELEI: Can I
talk to you, please?
-Sorry.
-Did you read my letter?
-No, I didn't.
-It explained that I'm
speaking to everyone
for a podcast
about Agatha Fyfle.
-Since you're
central to the story,
it's important that I
give you a voice, too.
-I don't want my family
in the spotlight, again.
-Is that why you
deleted your Mummy Vlog?
Because you think it attracted
Agatha to your family?
-My husband and I
are both journalists.
If I wanted a voice,
I would have one,
and not from some
student journalism major.
-So, you did read my letter.
I understand why you
feel this way, Meghan,
but I'm going to
change your mind.
See you, Sarina.
Thank you.
-I am so sorry.
-I'm sorry.
I had no idea.
-LORELEI: Thanks for
taking my call, Hayden.
I know you haven't
spoken to any media
since just after the kidnapping.
-HAYDEN: Because they made me out
to be a massive dope, didn't they?
-LORELEI: Did they?
-HAYDEN: Oh, "What
kind of idiot
"doesn't know his girlfriend
didn't give birth?
"Blah, blah, blah, blah."
But I was away at sea,
and I had no idea about
her infertility, so yeah.
Anyway, why should I
be on your podcast?
-Well, because
you'll get a chance
to tell your side of the story.
And I actually see Agatha
as a victim of trauma.
She didn't have any
chance to heal from it.
-HAYDEN: She's
not a bad person.
I don't think she
meant to hurt anyone.
But you're right
about the trauma.
Her little brother got
run over in front of her.
The thing with Brother
Bowler abusing her,
getting her pregnant and...
- Sorry, who's Brother Bowler?
-HAYDEN: The Church elder.
-Oh, they didn't
name him in court.
-HAYDEN: All that must have
done something to her head.
It'd have to.
But the Aggie I know
is kind and funny.
And she did love Rory, Ben.
-JAKE: A judge has come under
attack from a victim of crimes group
who fear baby killer Agatha Fyfle
will be given a light sentence.
The controversy overshadowed
newly-appointed Minister
for Corrections,
Vicky Michaelson's
debut press conference,
as she appeared unprepared
for the questions.
-I haven't yet been
briefed on this,
so, it's too early
for me to comment.
But I will say any undisciplined
or criminal action
by lobby groups
on this or any other issue
within my portfolio
will not be tolerated.
-JAKE: Agatha Fyfle faces
a recess before her fate...
-Why is that on?
Jack, these are choking hazards.
-Oh, sorry, I didn't
hear you come in.
-Lucy was watching a really
inappropriate news story.
-What?
-Didn't they tell you about
the incident at school?
-Yes. We had a chat,
didn't we buddy, hmm?
Talked to your teacher?
- Mm, yep.
-Yeah.
Everything OK?
-No.
That girl was at the park.
She was interviewing
the mothers.
-JACK: What girl?
-The one who doorstepped us.
-Babe, if there's a story
they're gonna chase it.
Alright?
True crime podcasts
are gold, right now.
It was inevitable someone
was going to do it.
-MEGHAN: Mm, turns out
she's just a Uni student.
-Well there you go.
-Can you please deal
with the groceries?
I've got to call the paediatrician,
book an appointment for Ben.
-Does he really
need it, right now?
-Yes.
He's not hitting his milestones.
-Jack, he was late to walk.
He's not using his words.
He's not making eye contact.
-Maybe he's just
moving at his own pace.
Alright?
-OFFICER: Move it along.
-PRISONER 1: Fuck off, bitch.
-PRISONER 2: Don't touch me.
-I said, move along.
-Hands off.
Stop it.
-OFFICER 1: Break
it up, ladies.
-OFFICER 2: Oi, break it up.
(SCREAMING AND SHOUTING)
-Enough.
-How far along are you?
-30 weeks.
-I couldn't catch my
breath after 30 weeks.
So tiring.
Will the baby stay with you?
-I've applied for the
Mother-Child program at Jalala.
-I'm hoping to get
a transfer, there.
Minimum security.
-And you'll have a chance
to be with your little one.
How long can you
keep him, or her?
-Him.
Till he's five.
But I'm going to be
out before then, so...
Jail's no place for a baby.
-Oh.
Well, all a baby needs is love.
Thank you for being nice to me.
Where are my greens?
-You want greens?
(PULLS SALIVA)
-Stay the fuck away from the
pregnant lady, baby killer.
-PRISONER: Shame, bitch.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PHONE RINGING)
-Hello?
Yeah, I spoke with
him, yesterday. Why?
OK, listen, mate, you've gotta
get your own sources, alright?
OK, I gotta go. Bye.
- Ah, I've read your story.
- Oh yeah?
-I think your intro's too long,
and you really haul his
family through the mud.
You know what it's like.
I think you should cut it.
-OK. Yeah, will do.
-MEGHAN: Grace is coming over.
I'm going to do a roast.
-Oh, yum.
-MEGHAN: Story's
really blowing up, huh?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, hi, Simon, mate. Yeah, sorry.
I'm heading out the door, now.
OK, I'll see you in 20.
Alright, bye.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
-Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
-Ah, yes.
Hello you.
Tell me that wasn't
your butt calling me.
-No, I hung up on you because
I shouldn't be calling you.
-SIMON: I see.
Well, if it makes
you feel any better,
I've spent all day
not calling you.
-Well, that sounds like
a giant waste of energy.
-I didn't call you
when I woke up.
I didn't call you when I
found a hair in my lunch.
And I especially didn't call you
when I thought about how
articulate your right eyebrow is
when you're being sarcastic.
-So, why are you
calling me, now?
-SIMON: I'm not.
-What are we gonna do?
-I don't know.
-I think we've got to tell Meghan
that we're seeing each other.
-OK.
Do you want to
tell her together?
-No, it's better if
I do it, I think.
I'm watching Jack go
to air tonight at hers,
so I'll tell her after.
-SIMON: OK, I've gotta
go. I'll call you later.
-What are these, mate?
Scicluna's already
agreed to the questions.
-Yes, and we are
going to surprise him.
-Surprise him?
OK, he's not gonna like that.
And he is massive.
- Yes.
So, whatever happens from
here on out, I love you.
-This is just a load
of hyped-up gossip,
damaging my reputation.
-So, you're denying regularly
supplying cocaine to team members?
-I deny that, yeah.
-So the footballers
are lying, not you?
-I'm not saying anyone's lying.
-JACK: So why would they name you
if you're not supplying it, mate?
-I don't know, mate.
You're gonna have to ask them.
-Well, maybe I will.
-HOST: Thank you, Jack.
A heated conversation about
one of League's greatest...
-Alright, great job
everyone. Let's pack it up.
-You changed the questions.
You screwed me over.
-You'd better watch
your back, mate.
You and your whole
stuck-up family.
-PSYCHIATRIST: Well,
the staff reports say
you've been a model prisoner,
but that you don't get
along with the other women.
-I'm not like them.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
I like people.
I've accepted my punishment,
but I can't join in any
of the activities, here.
They won't give me my food.
They won't talk to me.
Even the new inmates hate me.
Can I see what you're writing?
-Do you feel reconciled to never
having a child of your own?
-AGATHA: I'll probably be in
prison for the next 20 years
so what does that matter?
-You...
-Oh.
-PSYCHIATRIST: Your
lawyer has requested
you be transferred to a
minimum-security facility,
where there are
women and children.
-If you're asking if I plan
to kidnap a child in prison,
that's absurd.
How could I? Why would I?
What are you writing?
I'm healthy and I'm stable.
I'm remorseful.
Write that down.
-Nighty-night.
-Are you taking your medication?
-Yes.
Yeah, of course.
-Yeah, and you
switched the questions.
-Mate, we got what we needed.
Can you focus on that?
This story's going to
win you an Atly Award.
-Yeah, if I survive the fallout.
Scicluna's got dodgy
connections, mate.
-Yeah, relax. They still
award Atlys posthumously.
If this lands you the most
prestigious journalism award
in the country it is
worth every bit of pain.
-Oh, even death?
Sweet.
Right, I gotta run. Come
to ours for roast dinner?
-Mm-mm.
No, I won't.
-Turn down a Meghan roast? OK.
I hope she's hot.
Do I know her?
-Yep, it's your sister-in-law.
-Since when?
You're kidding me.
-Ah, a while.
We met out one night and
we ended up partying.
Woke up the next day...
Oh, hello. And then
it kept happening.
Started off casual
and now it's...
-It's what?
-Yeah, it's definitely
going somewhere.
- You sly little fox...
- No, no, no, it's different.
- OK.
- She's under my skin.
-Cheers to that, bro.
-And before you say
anything to Meghan,
can you wait till I
give you go ahead?
-Mm-hmm.
-Because Grace wants
to tell her first, OK?
-Lips are sealed. (WHISTLES)
- OK.
- Alright.
See ya later, brother.
- See ya, brother.
-I'm worried if this podcaster
approaches Mum about
Agatha, she'll talk.
You know what she's like.
-Mm.
-You won't,
though? Promise me?
-What, what?
-Talk to the podcaster.
-Of course, not.
-I'll warn Simon, too.
She'll probably go there, next.
Is your phone broken?
-Huh?
-Where is the swiping?
I need my vicarious sex life.
-Um, I actually
haven't really been on.
I'm actually kind
of seeing someone...
-Hey.
-Lachie, Ben, what's going on?
-He's doing it again,
Mum, and he's breaking it.
-Lachie, please just
give him the spinner.
-LACHIE: That's not fair.
-I've told you, I ordered
another one online.
It'll be here in the
letterbox very soon.
- When?
- Soon.
So give him this one and if he
breaks it, it doesn't matter.
No.
-You've probably gotta get
them to bed, so I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
- Wait...
- Love you guys.
- No, Grace.
- GRACE: Bye.
-Grace. No, tell me
who you're seeing.
-I'm going in.
Chase it.
- Hey.
- Bye.
-See ya.
- RHEA: Chase it.
- JACK: Down the hatch.
Fuck.
-Ooh.
-Governor.
-LORELEI: Dear Agatha,
my name is Lorelei Kelly,
and you may have
seen me in court.
I always wear a red jacket.
I'd like to ask if you could
put me on your visitors' list,
to talk to you about my podcast.
I am sympathetic to your case,
and hopefully, I can find an
audience that feels the same way.
-Who did this?
If you think you can intimidate
me, you picked the wrong person.
-Wasn't me.
I'm not the only one in
here who hates your guts.
-There's nothing
you can do to me
that's worse than what's
already been done.
(WHISTLES)
-LORELEI: Are you
looking for letters?
- Is that mine?
- Lachie.
-Can you give this to your Mum...
-Get back inside.
This is harassment.
-I'm putting something
in your letterbox.
That's not illegal.
- You approached my son.
-Meghan, I want your
side of the story.
-There's only one side
of the story, here.
A deranged woman kidnapped my
baby and nearly killed him.
That's it.
-Well, I happen to think
that Agatha's also a victim.
Don't you have any empathy for
her? You've heard about her life.
-Why don't you try
asking the mothers
whose babies died about
empathy for Agatha?
-I have. I'm a journalist.
-Oh, my god, you are...
You're unbelievable.
We have been through enough
without being exploited, as well.
And if you really think that
Agatha is the victim, here,
then you are just as
delusional as she is.
-You don't have to
get crazy, Meghan.
-Oh, I'm crazy?
No, no, I am not the one
that is staking out my house,
stalking my friends.
-Get the fuck away from us,
or I will not be responsible
for what happens next.
Are you recording this?
-I informed you in my letter
I would be recording
all of our contact...
-You delete that. You
delete that, right now.
I did not give you permission.
I'll wait here till
you're ready, Meghan.
-Get away, now.
I am warning you.
(ALARMS BLARING)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
(ALARM BLARING)
(KNOCKING)
-She needs an ultrasound.
-Just a punch in the guts.
How bad can it be?
-Pregnancy test.
It's positive.
-How?
-It's a miracle.
-LORELEI: I didn't
mean to scare anyone.
I was just trying to
do some interviews.
-POLICE OFFICER: Yeah, well
maybe come back another day.
-LORELEI: Of course.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-Can I get you anything?
-I wanna see my husband.
-You're entitled to
chat to a lawyer,
but it's not possible
to see your husband.
Meghan, why don't you
tell me everything?
It will be easier on you.
Meghan.
Unless you can
convince me, otherwise,
we will be charging
you with murder.
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-REPORTER 2: Yep,
here they are here.
-Got a statement, Detective?
Detective, is it true?
Detective.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-MEGHAN: We've asked, "Why us?"
But we don't know
the answer to that.
What I do know is that I hate
what's happened to our lives.
I hate how she stole our child.
Stole our trust.
Stole our security.
I do know that I
hate Agatha Fyfle.
Two years ago, her
actions broke my family.
My daughter feels unsafe,
my oldest son has fits
of uncontrollable anger
and my youngest, Ben,
stolen by her at birth, his
trauma reveals itself everyday.
Jack, my husband, lives
with unbearable guilt
and self-recrimination.
Jack?
We should be going.
-Ready.
-"None of this
pain can be erased,
"but it can be
alleviated by justice."
-Finished?
-I don't think I can
read this out in court.
It's too angry.
-This is your
chance to be angry.
You can say whatever you want.
-But she's going to
be sentenced, today.
What's the point of
exposing ourselves more
when it's already over?
And that's the only
thing I care about.
I just want this
behind us, forever...
And where is Grace?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Ding-dong.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-I am so sorry.
I could not get out of
the house, this morning.
-Oh, you're good. Your
house or someone else's?
Forget one of your earrings?
- Aunty Grace.
-Oh, hi.
-I've left a note on the
table about Ben's food,
and please don't
take them out, today.
-OK. Alright.
-I got this, I got
this. You guys, go.
-Alright, let's go.
- LUCY: Give it back.
- OK.
- How are you doing?
- Argh. Give it.
-GRACE: Oh. Benny,
I know. I'm sorry.
Come on.
-I should go back.
-No, he'll settle in a bit, OK?
We gotta go.
-GRACE: Come on.
(CAR HONKING)
-She's here.
-REPORTER 2: On her, on her.
Come on.
-Agatha, over here.
Agatha.
-REPORTER: Agatha.
-Move.
-Pick up the pace.
-JAKE: The sentencing
of Agatha Fyfle
for the kidnapping of
well-known TV sports identity,
Jack Shaughnessy's baby,
and the manslaughter of two
other infants, has drawn a crowd.
Two years ago, the nation was
transfixed by the manhunt for Fyfle,
after she kidnapped Baby Ben.
The court is expected to hear the
victim impact statements, today.
Calling for the severest
penalty for those crimes.
-Meghan. (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Charlotte, how does it feel
to be Agatha Fyfle's mother?
What are your hopes for today?
-We all hope that mercy prevails
and that Agatha is
not unduly punished.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Do you want to say something?
-Good to see you
two still together.
Anything you want to say?
-ZOE: Your Honour, my
client pleaded guilty
to the manslaughter
of two infants,
Emily Symons and
Elizabeth Cholodenko,
and to one count of kidnapping
in the case of Ben Shaughnessy.
Agatha pleaded guilty
to prove to the court
that, despite the heinous abuse
she suffered at the
hands of Church elders,
despite her tragic
loss of two children,
one stolen from her at birth
at the tender age of 16,
another stillborn after
years of heartache,
she is capable of remorse
and more than willing to take
responsibility for her crimes.
Your Honour, this is a
woman who mercy abandoned
at a very young age, and
now, while incarcerated,
her notoriety inspires
regular targeted abuse
at the hands of the hardened
criminals she is housed with.
Agatha Fyfle does not deserve
to be further brutalised
or marginalised in maximum
security protection.
I, therefore,
petition, Your Honour,
to consider a fair sentence
in minimum security
where she has the
opportunity to rehabilitate
and show her the mercy that has
eluded her in life, until now.
-Your Honour, minimum security
is patently inadequate,
in this case.
Agatha Fyfle is a manipulative
felon and a high-risk inmate.
-We've heard the
Crown's petition.
Please sit down.
Is there anything you would like
to say before sentencing begins?
-Yes, Your Honour.
-Even though I never
set out to hurt anyone,
I've come to understand
how wrong my actions were.
-Meghan Shaughnessy
was a friend, to me,
and I betrayed that friendship
in a way that is unforgivable.
I can't take back
anything I did.
All I can do is
accept punishment
in the hope it will bring
peace to all those I hurt.
-What?
-I have nothing but
regret in my heart
for all the pain I have caused.
-What heart?
-JUDGE: Given the difficulty
of housing this prisoner
in maximum security,
I require a psychiatric report
to determine the prisoner's fitness
for a minimum security facility.
As emotions are
running high, today,
I will postpone victim
impact statements
until the court resumes in
nine weeks for sentencing.
-Nine.
-KAREN: Nine weeks?
-COURT OFFICER: All stand.
-Excuse me.
Excuse me. It's
Karen, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- Baby Emily's mother?
I'd like to help you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-You back, Fyfle?
-For nine more weeks.
-Welcome home, then.
-Lock up your babies, ladies.
-You in forever, Fyfle?
-Oi, claws away. Move on.
-KEELY: Watch your
back, baby killer.
-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.
-Watch your back, baby killer.
-Stay in your cell. The
girls are all stirred up.
I'll check in tonight.
-Thanks, Mr Jones.
-PRISONER: Rot in hell, Fyfle.
-Fyfle, you bitch.
-PRISONER 3: We're gonna
fuck you up, bitch.
-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-PRISONER 4: Come on, baby.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-PRISONER 5: Hey, baby killer.
-KAREN: We'd been trying for years,
and Emily was our only child.
-LORELEI: Can I ask why
you spat at the van?
-KAREN: Because I
wanted her to know,
I want everyone to
remember, how we feel.
All the papers just
talk about Baby Ben
and the kidnapping, but we
didn't get our baby back.
We completely lost her.
We completely lost her.
Even today, she got to speak in
court while we were silenced.
-LORELEI: She pleaded guilty.
-KAREN: Agatha's
only pleading guilty
so she'll get off lightly,
and you know what?
Rotting in jail for life is
too good for that monster.
(TAPE REWINDING)
-KAREN: life is too
good for that monster.
-MEGHAN: Can you please go
relax? It's under control.
- We're hungry.
- I know, I know.
Daddy's going to be
home from work soon.
We're waiting for him.
Can you please go wash up?
- Grr.
- Lachie.
-Lucy.
-What about your work?
-I've got my hands full.
-I don't mind.
Plus, I don't want to put
myself out there, anymore.
People recognise me and
they want to talk about it.
-Well, I regret
letting my career go.
-Ben needs me more than we
need the money right now, so...
Please, go. Sit.
- OK.
Oh, Rufus, bro. Cutlery
goes from the outside, in.
-Literally, the least
important piece of information
I've ever received.
-JEN: Is Mother's Day
hard for you, Simon?
-SIMON: I'm OK.
-I'm sure there'd be
plenty of women lining up
to spend Mother's Day with you,
if they could see how good
you are with that baby.
-Hey Ben?
How about we give Uncle
Simon a bit of a break?
-No, he's alright. He's
just chilling, hey?
Waiting for Dad.
Do you mind if, um,
I put the TV on?
I just don't want to
miss it going to air.
-When a young player
with so much promise
dies of a cocaine-related
heart attack on the field,
you have to...
- Yo. Family.
- ALL: Hey.
- JACK: What have I missed?
-Happy Mother's Day.
- Oh.
- These are for you.
-Oh my goodness. Thank you.
Oh.
-Happy Mother's Day.
Sorry I was late.
I was at the studio.
These are for you.
- Wow. Thank you.
-Let's go say hello
to your ugly old man.
- Where's my little munchkin?
- Yo.
- Oh!
-How're you doing, buddy?
- Alright. Lunch.
- Lunch.
- Lunch is on.
- Lunch, yes, please.
-Hey, guys, how're you doing?
-Happy Mother's Day.
-No clue how you
fold those things.
-I need something.
This.
-Pills?
-Vitamins.
-What's this writing?
-It's the name of the movie
I was telling you about.
Thanks, Rocco.
I mean, Mr Osman.
-Heard you got a visitor, today.
-OFFICER: Back to your
cell, Pope. She's a no-show.
- Don't fucken touch me.
- It's time, Pope.
-I don't fucking care.
-Move.
Move.
-Hello, Agatha.
I'm so glad you put my
name down on your list.
-My solicitor said
it would look good
to show I'm reconciling
with my mother.
-So, how're they
treating you in here?
-I'm not the most
popular prisoner.
-Do you get many visitors?
-Only lawyers.
And shrinks.
To be honest, I thought
the trial would be over
and I'd thank you for
paying my legal fees,
but now there'll be more, so...
-Mother's Day.
Without my children.
-Am I meant to
apologise for that?
-No.
I've tried to tell you,
I regret how we made you
feel it was your fault.
Elijah...
-Don't ask me to forgive you.
-I've forgiven you.
-What for?
For being blamed?
-Being abused?
Having my baby taken away?
What exactly have I done that
you need to forgive me for?
-Do you know how people
look at me in the streets?
Your name is everywhere.
No one visits me, either.
-Don't worry.
After this, you won't have
to do me any more favours.
Asking you, at
all, made me sick.
-Oh. Oh, wow.
Oh, thank you Marky-moo.
Oh, I love, love, love.
-What did I get you?
-New cans.
Just what I needed.
-MARCUS: No, it's what we needed,
so we don't have to
listen to your music.
- Happy Mother's Day.
- Oh, darling. Oh.
-Flowers.
That's original.
-At least I bought them
myself, you little shit.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
-Marcus, I think Dad, probably,
needs help with the meat.
-Uh-huh. Come on.
-Ah, sorry, I've gotta go.
It's about my podcast.
I've got the address.
I'm going to take these,
but I'll get you a
proper present, instead.
-Oh no, darling, I love those.
That's...
- I love you.
- That's more than enough.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-Hey, we're having a family lunch.
-I've gotta go.
-Want another cup of tea, Mum?
- Can I drive home?
- Yep.
-Darling, it's been a long day.
We really should pack up and go.
I love my presents.
Here, give us a kiss.
- Where's Ben?
- Here, give me a hug.
-Luce, where's Ben?
-LUCY: I don't know.
-JEN: Hey.
-Ben?
Is that a joint?
-I'm sorry.
-Jesus, grow up, you two.
- SIMON: Sorry.
- Mum's going.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
-Hi.
-Hello.
My name's Lorelei Kelly.
I was wondering
if we could talk?
These are for you.
-Sorry, you're...
-I'm Lorelei.
I'm a journalist and I'm hoping
to speak to you and your husband
about Agatha Fyfle...
-No, sorry, that's
inappropriate.
- I'm doing a podcast for my...
- You need to leave.
-SIMON: Are you
OK? Who was that?
-It was a journalist.
Oh, she's from the trial.
-SIMON: Are you kidding me?
Who sends a door-knocker
on Mother's Day?
- MEGHAN: Parasites.
- Meghan.
This explains everything.
Directions to Katoomba.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
-CHARLOTTE: Such
a sweet gesture.
I haven't had to get
a vase out in a while.
-Yeah, since it's Mother's Day
I thought it was only
right to bring flowers.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-I watched you in
the court room.
I felt for you.
-I saw you there, too.
That jacket.
What kind of story are you
going to tell about Agatha?
-One that'll change everything.
-SIMON: You left an
earring the other day.
I found it on the carpet.
- Great.
Jack noticed.
-SIMON: Did you tell
Jack where you left it?
-GRACE: No, I did not
tell Jack where I left it.
-Oh.
You ashamed of me?
I'm just, I'm joking.
I'm joking. I shouldn't
have brought it up. Grace.
Grace.
-We have to stop doing this.
I know I keep saying that
and then doing all
the drunk dialling.
-I love it.
-Not telling anyone is different
from being at a family thing
and pretending like...
It's lying, and it's
crossing a line.
-So do we tell them?
-God, no.
I don't mean...
-I've got no ties to Meghan,
and you don't have to spend your
life tiptoeing around your sister.
-Look me in the eyes and tell
me you're not terrified of her.
-So what then?
-This was the last time.
-Sure.
-Shake on it.
-NURSE KIANA: Hey
Lil, how are you?
-Shit.
-Oh, surprising.
George.
Good.
Good.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-OFFICER: Lights out, ladies.
Lights out.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
-They asleep?
-MEGHAN: Did you notice, today,
that Ben doesn't look at anyone?
-There were a lot
of distractions, OK?
Did you read the letter?
-No.
-Do you want me to take a look?
Maybe we can work out
who she's working for.
-No, I threw it away.
-OK.
Why don't you come to bed
and I'll give you another
Mother's Day present.
Like a proper present.
How does that sound?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-Hey Ben, can you
say flower for Mummy?
Flower?
Ben?
Can you see the flower?
Can you please say...
Can you say flower?
Ben?
Please.
(PHONE RINGING)
Meghan Shaughnessy speaking.
Oh.
No.
Yeah, look, ah...
I'm really sorry.
There's...
Can I ask, sorry,
which child did he hit?
Right. OK.
Thank you.
-So, you've known for a while?
-Excuse me.
-SARINA: Oh, hey, hon.
-What's going on?
-I'm just talking to Sarina.
-You have no right to approach
my friends or go to my house.
-This is an invasion of privacy.
- I'm allowed to speak to...
- She said she knew about it.
-She does know about it.
-So, you misrepresented
yourself.
-LORELEI: Can I
talk to you, please?
-Sorry.
-Did you read my letter?
-No, I didn't.
-It explained that I'm
speaking to everyone
for a podcast
about Agatha Fyfle.
-Since you're
central to the story,
it's important that I
give you a voice, too.
-I don't want my family
in the spotlight, again.
-Is that why you
deleted your Mummy Vlog?
Because you think it attracted
Agatha to your family?
-My husband and I
are both journalists.
If I wanted a voice,
I would have one,
and not from some
student journalism major.
-So, you did read my letter.
I understand why you
feel this way, Meghan,
but I'm going to
change your mind.
See you, Sarina.
Thank you.
-I am so sorry.
-I'm sorry.
I had no idea.
-LORELEI: Thanks for
taking my call, Hayden.
I know you haven't
spoken to any media
since just after the kidnapping.
-HAYDEN: Because they made me out
to be a massive dope, didn't they?
-LORELEI: Did they?
-HAYDEN: Oh, "What
kind of idiot
"doesn't know his girlfriend
didn't give birth?
"Blah, blah, blah, blah."
But I was away at sea,
and I had no idea about
her infertility, so yeah.
Anyway, why should I
be on your podcast?
-Well, because
you'll get a chance
to tell your side of the story.
And I actually see Agatha
as a victim of trauma.
She didn't have any
chance to heal from it.
-HAYDEN: She's
not a bad person.
I don't think she
meant to hurt anyone.
But you're right
about the trauma.
Her little brother got
run over in front of her.
The thing with Brother
Bowler abusing her,
getting her pregnant and...
- Sorry, who's Brother Bowler?
-HAYDEN: The Church elder.
-Oh, they didn't
name him in court.
-HAYDEN: All that must have
done something to her head.
It'd have to.
But the Aggie I know
is kind and funny.
And she did love Rory, Ben.
-JAKE: A judge has come under
attack from a victim of crimes group
who fear baby killer Agatha Fyfle
will be given a light sentence.
The controversy overshadowed
newly-appointed Minister
for Corrections,
Vicky Michaelson's
debut press conference,
as she appeared unprepared
for the questions.
-I haven't yet been
briefed on this,
so, it's too early
for me to comment.
But I will say any undisciplined
or criminal action
by lobby groups
on this or any other issue
within my portfolio
will not be tolerated.
-JAKE: Agatha Fyfle faces
a recess before her fate...
-Why is that on?
Jack, these are choking hazards.
-Oh, sorry, I didn't
hear you come in.
-Lucy was watching a really
inappropriate news story.
-What?
-Didn't they tell you about
the incident at school?
-Yes. We had a chat,
didn't we buddy, hmm?
Talked to your teacher?
- Mm, yep.
-Yeah.
Everything OK?
-No.
That girl was at the park.
She was interviewing
the mothers.
-JACK: What girl?
-The one who doorstepped us.
-Babe, if there's a story
they're gonna chase it.
Alright?
True crime podcasts
are gold, right now.
It was inevitable someone
was going to do it.
-MEGHAN: Mm, turns out
she's just a Uni student.
-Well there you go.
-Can you please deal
with the groceries?
I've got to call the paediatrician,
book an appointment for Ben.
-Does he really
need it, right now?
-Yes.
He's not hitting his milestones.
-Jack, he was late to walk.
He's not using his words.
He's not making eye contact.
-Maybe he's just
moving at his own pace.
Alright?
-OFFICER: Move it along.
-PRISONER 1: Fuck off, bitch.
-PRISONER 2: Don't touch me.
-I said, move along.
-Hands off.
Stop it.
-OFFICER 1: Break
it up, ladies.
-OFFICER 2: Oi, break it up.
(SCREAMING AND SHOUTING)
-Enough.
-How far along are you?
-30 weeks.
-I couldn't catch my
breath after 30 weeks.
So tiring.
Will the baby stay with you?
-I've applied for the
Mother-Child program at Jalala.
-I'm hoping to get
a transfer, there.
Minimum security.
-And you'll have a chance
to be with your little one.
How long can you
keep him, or her?
-Him.
Till he's five.
But I'm going to be
out before then, so...
Jail's no place for a baby.
-Oh.
Well, all a baby needs is love.
Thank you for being nice to me.
Where are my greens?
-You want greens?
(PULLS SALIVA)
-Stay the fuck away from the
pregnant lady, baby killer.
-PRISONER: Shame, bitch.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PHONE RINGING)
-Hello?
Yeah, I spoke with
him, yesterday. Why?
OK, listen, mate, you've gotta
get your own sources, alright?
OK, I gotta go. Bye.
- Ah, I've read your story.
- Oh yeah?
-I think your intro's too long,
and you really haul his
family through the mud.
You know what it's like.
I think you should cut it.
-OK. Yeah, will do.
-MEGHAN: Grace is coming over.
I'm going to do a roast.
-Oh, yum.
-MEGHAN: Story's
really blowing up, huh?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, hi, Simon, mate. Yeah, sorry.
I'm heading out the door, now.
OK, I'll see you in 20.
Alright, bye.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
-Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
(PHONE VIBRATES)
-Ah, yes.
Hello you.
Tell me that wasn't
your butt calling me.
-No, I hung up on you because
I shouldn't be calling you.
-SIMON: I see.
Well, if it makes
you feel any better,
I've spent all day
not calling you.
-Well, that sounds like
a giant waste of energy.
-I didn't call you
when I woke up.
I didn't call you when I
found a hair in my lunch.
And I especially didn't call you
when I thought about how
articulate your right eyebrow is
when you're being sarcastic.
-So, why are you
calling me, now?
-SIMON: I'm not.
-What are we gonna do?
-I don't know.
-I think we've got to tell Meghan
that we're seeing each other.
-OK.
Do you want to
tell her together?
-No, it's better if
I do it, I think.
I'm watching Jack go
to air tonight at hers,
so I'll tell her after.
-SIMON: OK, I've gotta
go. I'll call you later.
-What are these, mate?
Scicluna's already
agreed to the questions.
-Yes, and we are
going to surprise him.
-Surprise him?
OK, he's not gonna like that.
And he is massive.
- Yes.
So, whatever happens from
here on out, I love you.
-This is just a load
of hyped-up gossip,
damaging my reputation.
-So, you're denying regularly
supplying cocaine to team members?
-I deny that, yeah.
-So the footballers
are lying, not you?
-I'm not saying anyone's lying.
-JACK: So why would they name you
if you're not supplying it, mate?
-I don't know, mate.
You're gonna have to ask them.
-Well, maybe I will.
-HOST: Thank you, Jack.
A heated conversation about
one of League's greatest...
-Alright, great job
everyone. Let's pack it up.
-You changed the questions.
You screwed me over.
-You'd better watch
your back, mate.
You and your whole
stuck-up family.
-PSYCHIATRIST: Well,
the staff reports say
you've been a model prisoner,
but that you don't get
along with the other women.
-I'm not like them.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
I like people.
I've accepted my punishment,
but I can't join in any
of the activities, here.
They won't give me my food.
They won't talk to me.
Even the new inmates hate me.
Can I see what you're writing?
-Do you feel reconciled to never
having a child of your own?
-AGATHA: I'll probably be in
prison for the next 20 years
so what does that matter?
-You...
-Oh.
-PSYCHIATRIST: Your
lawyer has requested
you be transferred to a
minimum-security facility,
where there are
women and children.
-If you're asking if I plan
to kidnap a child in prison,
that's absurd.
How could I? Why would I?
What are you writing?
I'm healthy and I'm stable.
I'm remorseful.
Write that down.
-Nighty-night.
-Are you taking your medication?
-Yes.
Yeah, of course.
-Yeah, and you
switched the questions.
-Mate, we got what we needed.
Can you focus on that?
This story's going to
win you an Atly Award.
-Yeah, if I survive the fallout.
Scicluna's got dodgy
connections, mate.
-Yeah, relax. They still
award Atlys posthumously.
If this lands you the most
prestigious journalism award
in the country it is
worth every bit of pain.
-Oh, even death?
Sweet.
Right, I gotta run. Come
to ours for roast dinner?
-Mm-mm.
No, I won't.
-Turn down a Meghan roast? OK.
I hope she's hot.
Do I know her?
-Yep, it's your sister-in-law.
-Since when?
You're kidding me.
-Ah, a while.
We met out one night and
we ended up partying.
Woke up the next day...
Oh, hello. And then
it kept happening.
Started off casual
and now it's...
-It's what?
-Yeah, it's definitely
going somewhere.
- You sly little fox...
- No, no, no, it's different.
- OK.
- She's under my skin.
-Cheers to that, bro.
-And before you say
anything to Meghan,
can you wait till I
give you go ahead?
-Mm-hmm.
-Because Grace wants
to tell her first, OK?
-Lips are sealed. (WHISTLES)
- OK.
- Alright.
See ya later, brother.
- See ya, brother.
-I'm worried if this podcaster
approaches Mum about
Agatha, she'll talk.
You know what she's like.
-Mm.
-You won't,
though? Promise me?
-What, what?
-Talk to the podcaster.
-Of course, not.
-I'll warn Simon, too.
She'll probably go there, next.
Is your phone broken?
-Huh?
-Where is the swiping?
I need my vicarious sex life.
-Um, I actually
haven't really been on.
I'm actually kind
of seeing someone...
-Hey.
-Lachie, Ben, what's going on?
-He's doing it again,
Mum, and he's breaking it.
-Lachie, please just
give him the spinner.
-LACHIE: That's not fair.
-I've told you, I ordered
another one online.
It'll be here in the
letterbox very soon.
- When?
- Soon.
So give him this one and if he
breaks it, it doesn't matter.
No.
-You've probably gotta get
them to bed, so I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna see you tomorrow.
- Wait...
- Love you guys.
- No, Grace.
- GRACE: Bye.
-Grace. No, tell me
who you're seeing.
-I'm going in.
Chase it.
- Hey.
- Bye.
-See ya.
- RHEA: Chase it.
- JACK: Down the hatch.
Fuck.
-Ooh.
-Governor.
-LORELEI: Dear Agatha,
my name is Lorelei Kelly,
and you may have
seen me in court.
I always wear a red jacket.
I'd like to ask if you could
put me on your visitors' list,
to talk to you about my podcast.
I am sympathetic to your case,
and hopefully, I can find an
audience that feels the same way.
-Who did this?
If you think you can intimidate
me, you picked the wrong person.
-Wasn't me.
I'm not the only one in
here who hates your guts.
-There's nothing
you can do to me
that's worse than what's
already been done.
(WHISTLES)
-LORELEI: Are you
looking for letters?
- Is that mine?
- Lachie.
-Can you give this to your Mum...
-Get back inside.
This is harassment.
-I'm putting something
in your letterbox.
That's not illegal.
- You approached my son.
-Meghan, I want your
side of the story.
-There's only one side
of the story, here.
A deranged woman kidnapped my
baby and nearly killed him.
That's it.
-Well, I happen to think
that Agatha's also a victim.
Don't you have any empathy for
her? You've heard about her life.
-Why don't you try
asking the mothers
whose babies died about
empathy for Agatha?
-I have. I'm a journalist.
-Oh, my god, you are...
You're unbelievable.
We have been through enough
without being exploited, as well.
And if you really think that
Agatha is the victim, here,
then you are just as
delusional as she is.
-You don't have to
get crazy, Meghan.
-Oh, I'm crazy?
No, no, I am not the one
that is staking out my house,
stalking my friends.
-Get the fuck away from us,
or I will not be responsible
for what happens next.
Are you recording this?
-I informed you in my letter
I would be recording
all of our contact...
-You delete that. You
delete that, right now.
I did not give you permission.
I'll wait here till
you're ready, Meghan.
-Get away, now.
I am warning you.
(ALARMS BLARING)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
(ALARM BLARING)
(KNOCKING)
-She needs an ultrasound.
-Just a punch in the guts.
How bad can it be?
-Pregnancy test.
It's positive.
-How?
-It's a miracle.
-LORELEI: I didn't
mean to scare anyone.
I was just trying to
do some interviews.
-POLICE OFFICER: Yeah, well
maybe come back another day.
-LORELEI: Of course.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-Can I get you anything?
-I wanna see my husband.
-You're entitled to
chat to a lawyer,
but it's not possible
to see your husband.
Meghan, why don't you
tell me everything?
It will be easier on you.
Meghan.
Unless you can
convince me, otherwise,
we will be charging
you with murder.
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