All language subtitles for Episode 19 Ties That Bind

OK. This is it, Liam. Decision time.

There's a deal on the table
and I've worked hard to get it there.

But the magistrate doesn't
have to go along with it.

It'd be unusual if he didn't.

Take the offer, Liam.

Give them the name
of your accomplice,

the one who hurt the girl,

then you're free to go back to
New Zealand with Anne and the kids,

and put this whole mess behind you.

If I even make it to the plane.

OK.

I want this deal signed, sealed
and delivered before I give up a name.

Fair enough.

Let's get it happening.

Liam.

You're doing the right thing.

Solidarity, brother. Sorry.

Daniel...

No! Stay here! it's not safe.

It always amazes me - why people think
they can catch a bullet.

Reflex. Self-preservation.
Well, it never works, does it?

Crime Scene?
On their way.

Touch nothing.

Wouldn't wanna be in their shoes.

Be more than the usual
questions asked.

Yeah, like how the hell
did someone get a gun past them,

the cameras and the metal detectors?

Guys. The senior guard's here.
You wanted a word.

Mr Ingleton, I'm Detective Buchanan.
This is Detective Freeman.

Let's talk downstairs, shall we?

I was in the main corridor
looking for the police prosecutor, yes.

Right. And you were
the only one in the corridor?

Er, no, just me, I came out,
I didn't see anybody else.

It's just not possible to get
a weapon into the building.

What about outside normal hours?
Sorry?

Say if it was planted in a toilet
or something.

No, no, the cleaning and maintenance
staff are all thoroughly vetted

What about unsecured access points
without metal detectors and cameras?

Not possible, either.
They're all on electronic Keypads.

What, like this one here?
Yeah, yeah.

And the codes are rotated
every couple of weeks.

Who chooses them?

They're what you call
�randomly generated� on a computer.

So who has access to the codes?
Just me and my staff, as needed.

But you don't think one of them
let in someone with a gun, surely?

Well, we're open to
all possibilities, Mr ingleton.

Where are these codes kept?

In my office.

The court will have no problem
with us looking at this document?

No, no, no. The codes will
all be changed now, anyway.

What was the number of that exterior
access door we just passed?

17.

Come on, you can't
be serious about this.

All my staff are thoro...

Hey, sorry to interrupt,
but I've just finished

taking a statement
from the victim's solicitor.

She reckons she knows
who killed her client.

Can you tell us about your client?

His name's Liam Phillips.

Liam's a construction worker,
a dyed-in-the-wool unionist.

Why would someone want Liam dead?

Liam was charged with the invasion of
Parnell Constructions.

He and an unknown associate
trashed the office

using a baseball bat
and an iron bar, and...

And one of the animals
bashed one of the female staff.

She suffered permanent brain damage.

Was it Liam?

He says not, and for what it's worth,
I believe him.

After he found out,
Liam couldn't live with himself.

He came to me and he said
he wanted to give himself up.

Why you?
I used to represent the union.

Before things started
going off the rails.

Right, so he got himself
a conscience.

Did he give you
the name of his mate?

He was just about to
when this happened.

And now you think that
the guy he was gonna name

is behind the shooting.

Who else?

You told our colleague
you knew who the killer was.

Yeah, 'know' as in
'had a bloody good idea'.

The guy's name is Dennis Monk.

He sees himself
as the union enforcer.

Monk's a thug. He spouts a great line
in incitement to violence.

Bigger redneck than
a Territory truckie.

You from up that way?
I'm a Nareema girl.

Nareema's a girl's home
in New South Wales.

Before that?
Not sure.

My folks are dead. Car accident.
I was a ward of the state.

Liam had a wife and two little kids.

Yeah, he made a mistake,
but he didn't deserve this.

This is the attack
on Parnell Constructions.

The guy with the baseball bat
is Liam Phillips.

The other one is either
Ray Donovan or Dennis Monk.

Similar height and build.

Now, Ray Donovan's the boss

and by all accounts, workers' rights
actually means what it says for him.

He's a hard man, he's uncompromising
but he's straight.

And that was
the company owner's niece.

So Workers Rights Union,
what's their history?

Well, since Monk joined, it reads
something like out of a mob movie.

Yeah, cars smashed with
baseball bats, machinery sabotaged.

And, most recently, the trashing of
Parnell Construction offices.

We're talking a few years jail
for the assault in the office.

Murder buys you a much longer stay
than that.

I think there was more at stake here,
Sarge.

If the DPP had have got a conviction,

they'd have had a great shot
at getting the union deregistered.

Meaning?
Meaning no more union.

No power. Nothing.

Liam Phillips was about
to take the deal.

Naming his accomplice.
Yeah, more than likely Monk.

And at the same time,
the union, they would've been stuffed.

Maybe Donovan just
couldn't let that happen.

You really like the sound of
your own voice, don't you, darling?

If you'd kept your dogs on a leash,
none of this would've happened.

Was it worth it, Ray?

Listen, what happened to Liam
was tragic,

but it's not my problem
and it's certainly not yours.

Liam was my client!

He shouldn't have been, because
you don't give a rat's about this union.

Like you and your thugs do?
Listen, you cow...

This union is in deep trouble
because of you and your kind, Monk.

You're gonna pull me into line,
are you?

Liam Phillips would've done that.
At least he had some shred of decency!

Well, Liam's dead.

Because you killed him,
you arsehole.

Shut up, you silly cow.
A defenceless man, you gutless...

Shut it!
Hey!

Stop right there! Police! Back off.

This stops now. Everyone back off,
or I'll arrest the lot of you.

You OK?
Yeah.

I'm fine.

You can't keep me here.
I know my rights.

I'm sure you do.

It was an unprovoked attack.

You mean your attack
on Grace Barlow?

No, she provoked me alright.

And I restrained you.

Pity you didn't restrain yourself,
innit? And her for that matter.

It's our belief that
you and Ray Donovan were involved

in a conspiracy
to kill Liam Phillips.

Why would we kill Liam?
He was a brother.

When it comes to us and them,
he was with us.

Was he?
Solid.

Except he was on the verge
of naming names, wasn't he?

What for?

The attack on Parnell Constructions,
who was with him and who planned it.

Liam could've done it with anyone.
Parnell had pissed off a lot people.

Geoff Parnell is
a good old-fashioned

bloodsucking capitalist.

He's got absolutely
no regard whatsoever

for the welfare
or the rights of his workers.

Is that right?
Yeah.

So before you start
sticking us with it,

maybe you should take
a closer look at him.

We believe that Liam Phillips
was murdered

due to revelations
he was about to make,

revelations that would've resulted
in the deregistration of your union.

That is pure speculation.

I'll say it for you again -
I had nothing to do with

the attack on Parnell Constructions,
or with the death of Liam Phillips!

No?

Not even to protect your precious union
from deregistration?

Where were you
at 10am yesterday?

Picking daisies.

In a meeting.

With members.

We were discussing
Geoff Parnell's intentions

to illegally terminate
employment of our members.

They would do that, wouldn't they,
cover for each other? Solidarity.

The union the only possible player?
No.

The girl who was injured
at the construction office

is related to Geoff Parnell.

Daughter?
Niece.

You're thinking revenge?
it's a strong motive.

And he's a self-made man

who's kicked plenty of backsides
growing his construction business.

See you later, boys.

Can't say it's been a pleasure.

You're letting them go?
You're kidding me.

Piss off, Parnell.
In here, please, Mr Parnell.

You start getting up me
while these bastards wander off

and burn my building down
or something?

We don't have to burn your building,
mate, because we'll shut you down...

Arseholes! Over my...

Take Mr Parnell inside,
please, Allie.

Get off me, you prick!
You wanna have another try, do you?

Or do you just take on
defenceless civilians.

Ooh, I'm terrified, Ray. I've bit off
more than I can chew this time.

You count on it, you have.
Cocky black bastard.

Hey.
Come on!

Freeman! Freeman!

Get him out of here.

What were you thinking putting
the two of them in the same room?

I thought if I didn't put Duncan
in Monk's interview,

it would show
a lack of conviction on our part.

A lack of conviction.

You could be accused of
inflaming the situation.

I wanted to keep the pressure
on the suspect

to show him we were in charge.

And you didn't think to inform me
of the earlier altercation?

I planned to, Sarge...
Come in.

Calmed down, have we?

I'm fine, thanks, Sarge.
Yeah? Well, I'm not.

This is the second time

you've allowed this man
to provoke you, is it not?

The first time
he was hitting a woman.

At which time you struck him,

and then attempted to break his nose
with that thick head of yours.

That is unreasonable
use of force, Duncan.

I'm gonna have to ask you this.

Your behaviour, has it
got anything to do with

the race of the woman in question?

I think you know me
a little bit better than that, Sarge.

I don't know what I know about you.

What are you gonna do
about this, Sergeant?

You're off the case, Duncan.
Allie can take over.

But Nick and I are about
to interview Geoff Parnell.

No, you're on corro.

Duncan, you have put yourself
in a position

where not only your safety
but your integrity

may well have been compromised.

Sarge.

It is now your word against all of
theirs at any disciplinary hearing,

and let me tell you, that can and has
put an end to careers.

And cases.

Nick and Allie
will interview Parnell.

Make sure Allie's across your notes.

Sergeant.

I've had the odd run-in with
the union over the years, sure.

We're on opposite sides.

These pricks just hate
being beaten at their own game.

You play pretty tough, don't you?

It's a tough world.
You have to be tough to survive.

I push the rules to the limits
from my end, that's all.

No broken heads, then?
No.

What about your niece?

She's got permanent brain damage,
according to her medical files.

She's not part of the equation.

One of the men that injured her
is now dead.

That makes her very much
part of the equation.

Why?

You think I killed him
because of what he did?

Did you?
No.

Were you in court for the hearing?

There was no way
I could sit through it.

So you went round the back,
gained access via a security door,

delivered some justice of your own?

No. I went to the hospital
to see my niece. That's it.

So, this conversation
is over, right?

It's not a conversation, Mr Parnell,
this is an interview.

And it's over when we say it is.

Which was about 20 minutes ago,
when his Lawyer got involved.

You get anywhere?
No. He's full of it.

Yeah. Like the union.

Damn it!

Mate, you can't be surprised
you're off it.

You decked the guy once and then
you had a second crack at him.

Matt didn't even try
and argue the point.

What, with Wolfie? Why should he?

Matt's balls are
on the block as well.

And you were out of control
at the union office, you know that.

Unreasonable force, my black arse.

One common denominator, right?

And that is?
The race thing.

He called you a black bastard
and the woman that he attacked...

And here was I thinking
you had brains.

Well, so what?

Don't tell me
you've got the hots for her.

Don't be stupid.

It's a homicide, she's a witness.

I would have lost it no matter
who Monk was laying into.

Mindless thugs like him shouldn't be
allowed to get away with that crap.

OK. Fine.

But punching people out
is not an option.

Now you're off the case,
and Monk and Donovan have got

a handy police brutality card
up their sleeves when we nail them.

We? What do you mean 'we',
white man?

Whoever killed Phillips had to
have had somebody on the inside

if they were gonna get him
in the court.

How are we going on that?

The software from the security pads
shows that door 17 was accessed

from both in and out
during the time of the gunshots.

So that's definitely how our shooter
got in, and how he escaped.

Any cameras on that entrance?
None.

And we've checked all the security staff
firearms. None were fired.

And ballistics say
it was a smaller calibre gun.

Still, we're gonna re-run
all the interviews

with the security staff, anyway.

According to Nick,

the codes were locked in a drawer
in the security office.

Whoever passed them on
had to know where to find them.

Yeah, that makes sense.

OK. Well, you and Allie
can run the interviews.

Actually, Sarge, can somebody else
could do that?

I need some personal time,
effective immediately.

Is something wrong?

Just something that
I need to deal with.

Head security guard from the court
is downstairs. He wants to talk.

Yeah. Just a minute, thanks, Nick.

The most I can give you without
a certificate is five days.

We're already up against it
without Duncan.

I understand that.
No, that's enough time, thanks, Sarge.

Can you get Allie and Rhys
to interview Ingleton?

Why five days?

I need some time out.

From Homicide or from me?

When were you gonna tell me?

We can't have
this conversation at work.

You had it with Matt.
I'm sorry. I just need some...space.

I think you do too.

Can't we just...

Can we talk about it?
Yes, we could talk about it.

But this is the one thing
we never talk about.

We deliberately avoid
talking about it.

If we stay together, one of us
is gonna have to leave Homicide.

Why didn't you tell us
this yesterday, Mr Ingleton?

I just didn't think of it
at the time.

I mean, bloody hell, a guy's just been
shot dead, hasn't he, you know?

Yeah, but we were talking to you
about security arrangements.

You're supposed to be off this one.

I just didn't remember it
at the time.

But how could you
not remember?

Well, I've been a bit preoccupied.

I mean, my job could be
on the line over this.

I've got a wife, young kids.

When did this incident
happen, exactly?

About 10 days ago.

It was definitely within

the last rotation period for
the security codes, that's for sure.

OK, so you were coming back to
your office 10 days ago and...

She's coming out, yes.

Use names, Thomas, for the record.
Sorry.

Grace Barlow, the Lawyer.

And you're willing to sign
a statement to that effect?

Yes. Grace Barlow was coming out
of the security office.

And she should never have been
in there in the first place.

Did she explain herself?
Yes.

She said she was worried about
the safety of one of her clients,

wanted to talk to me about it,
put us all on alert.

Did she name that client?
Yes. Liam Phillips.

Alright, so you're saying you think
Grace Barlow could have checked out

the security access code
for door 17?

And passed it on
to someone else, yes.

Now, why would she wanna do that?

Why would she organise
to have her own client killed?

I don't know. I'm just telling you
what I remembered, you know?

The access codes are kept
locked in a drawer, right?

Yes. And that's why I've been worried
about losing my job.

It's why I was coming
back to the office.

I'd left my keys on the desk.

You left your keys
on the desk?

No way.
It was bloody careless of me.

That doesn't make sense.

All things aside...
that doesn't make sense, mate.

Detective Freeman, take a seat.
I'll be with you in a minute.

We may not have a minute.
I need to talk to you now.

Why? What do you want?
The truth.

Have you been lying to us about

your involvement
in the murder of Liam Phillips?

What? What are you talking about?
Of course I wasn't involved.

Have you ever been in the security
office at the Magistrates' Court?

No.
Don't lie to me, Grace.

I'm not lying...

Yeah, once. Only for a minute.

But I went in there to see Tom,
the head guard.

And?
I went in, he wasn't there.

I came out, saw him in the corridor,

I spoke to him there about
Liam's security arrangements.

What is this about?

All the access codes for all the secure
areas are kept in that office.

That's ridiculous.

You think I let someone in
to kill Liam?

Well, somebody did!
Well, not me!

No, because it doesn't make sense.
I just wanted to hear it from you.

Well, now you've heard it,

so I suggest you leave
so I can get back to my work.

Duncan? What are you doing here?
Looking for legal advice.

Leave.

Now.

What is going on?

Can somebody please
answer my question?

Miss Barlow,
we're currently applying

for a warrant
to search these premises,

but we can undertake a legal search
if you give us your permission.

Are you prepared to do that?

Is this about
Liam Phillips's murder?

Yes, it is.
Search away.

Like I just told Detective Freeman,
I had no part in my client's death.

Knock yourselves out.

Duncan, still in detention?

Very funny.

Hello.

I'm Detective Senior Constable
Duncan Freeman

from the Victorian State Police.

Yeah, I'm just inquiring about
a former resident.

The name's Barlow. Grace Barlow.

Hey, you're meant to be off this.
Don't let the Wolf catch you.

I'm not on it, right?
Right.

Different Grace Barlow.

Nothing?

After Duncan gave her the heads-up,
I doubt it.

Duncan wasn't here, OK?

Yeah, OK, whatever you say.

Detective Freeman
didn't give me a heads-up.

He came here to ask me
a few questions

and I gave him some answers.

I've got nothing to hide.

Maybe because you already hid it.

Found this in the rubbish out back.

911243.

Access code to door 17.

One - that's not my handwriting.

Two - anybody can buy
these legal pads at any stationer's.

And three - I wasn't present

to observe your colleague
finding that in my rubbish.

One - anyone can disguise
their handwriting.

Two - you happen to have
a whole bunch of those legal pads.

And three - Senior Constable Mills
is willing to sign a sworn statement

saying when and where
she found this.

Yeah, well, someone put it there.
it's a set-up. Are you stupid?

Who would want to set you up?
The union.

You helped them gain access.

Why? I don't have anything
to do with them anymore.

I represented Liam Phillips

and I was gonna advise him
to take a deal from the DPP,

which is another good reason why

I didn't have anything to do with
Liam Phillips's murder.

It doesn't make sense!

What about
Thomas lngleton's statement?

You were in his office.

Duncan...

Save it, Matt.
-Explain it again.

You're only gonna end up
in more trouble

if you don't get some distance here.

These are your financial records.

That practice of yours
isn't doing so well, is it?

She's been set up.
..take on pro bono work.

You struggle.

So, what, you weren't
being paid for this number?

For your involvement
in the murder of Liam Phillips?

Why don't you just tell us
who you gave the access code to?

You know how this works -
favourable mention, all that.

Yes, I know how it works.

I admit to something that I didn't do
so you get a conviction.

You're going to have to
do better than that, detectives.

You cut her loose?
Had to.

Pending further inquiries.
Unbelievable.

Look, Duncan, we all know
this stinks of a set-up,

but evidence is evidence
and you still need to look at it.

You expect me to have
an argument with that?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.
Come on, what is it?

Well, one thing,
if she wrote down that number,

why didn't she just give it to
the person that she stole it for?

Why keep it? Or why dump it
where we can so easily find it, hey?

I'm done for the day.

I'm going to the pub.
Drink somewhere else.

I don't want any company.

What's going on?

If I'm gonna be hanging out to dry
with you here, I wanna know why.

That way I can either help you,

or cover my traitorous arse
when things go horribly wrong.

Why are you backgrounding
Grace Barlow?

Have you been going through my stuff?
Yeah.

I wanna have your back, but I can't
unless I know what's going on.

It's not a black thing.

OK.

I believe her because she's credible,
plus she's got no motive.

And all the the evidence against her,
at best, is questionable.

We've got better suspects
on that board right there.

Yeah. And you've got
the hots for her.

I'm going for that drink now.

And if it's still OK by you,
I don't want any company.

Just a few more questions,
if that's OK.

Just a few loose ends
that we need to tie up.

How can I help?

I gave a statement to
the other detectives yesterday.

I know. That's what
I wanna talk to you about.

You're sure that you saw Grace Barlow
coming out of this office?

Yes. Yep.

And you were returning to this office
because you'd left your keys here?

Yeah, yeah.

Pretty hard to forget your keys
when they're tied to your belt.

Yeah, l-I'd unclipped
the chain earlier.

It gets in the way
when you sit down.

Doesn't look too uncomfortable.

So in your statement, you said
the keys were on the desk.

That's right, yeah.

And the drawer was locked?
Yeah. So?

Put the keys on the desk.

Now unlock the drawer.

There's a lot of them, um...

How did she know which key it was?
I don't know.

She must have tried them.
I don't know.

How long did you say
she was in here? An hour?

Didn't you say you only left your keys
for a couple of minutes?

Listen, she was in here.

She had to have unlocked this cabinet
and passed on that code.

It all seems a bit
too convenient to me.

The one day that
she comes into this office,

you happen to forget your keys.

Yeah, well, I don't
have to listen to this.

Yes, you do.
Because you're lying to me!

And because, for some reason, you
wanna put Grace Barlow in the frame!

Why would I wanna do that?

Because if she's in the frame,
then there's no room for you in it.

Because you're the one that passed on
that access code, aren't you?

Mr Ingleton would like
to revise his statement.

I was the one who copied
the access code and passed it on.

And did it come to be found
in Grace Barlow's rubbish?

I put it there.

It was all starting to come apart
and I needed to look after my job.

What about the legal pad?

There's dozens of them
all around the courthouse.

I knew you'd search her offices
after I spoke to you.

So you just gave out
the security code, did you?

Who did you supply
the access code to, Mr Ingleton?

I don't know who it was.
It was all done by phone.

I was given a mobile number to call.

Which I checked. Throwaway, prepaid.

So, what happened
when you called the number?

The guy on the phone threatened me
and my family.

Did you recognise the voice?
No. I don't know who it was.

But then there were more threats.

Then my car got smashed up.

I had to give him that code.

I had no idea what was gonna happen,
but...then that bloke was killed.

Who's to say my family
won't be next?

Look, no-one can do anything
if they're in jail, OK?

I'll put this right,
about Miss Barlow, I mean.

But I don't know
who I gave that number to.

And I swear to you
that's the honest truth.

He really doesn't. I already tried.
You did well.

Should we be checking him
for bruises?

We don't need an answer,
anyway, do we?

Smashing up cars
and threatening phone calls,

it's either gonna be
Ray Donovan or Dennis Monk.

The union.

Where are you off to now?

Something I've gotta to do.

Hey, how are you?

If it wasn't for those coffees,
this could be police harassment.

You sure you can afford
to be seen with me?

Well, you're not a suspect anymore.
I meant a Lawyer.

Ingleton the security guard
set you up.

I don't even know the guy.

Well, it's amazing
what fear will do to you.

Who was he scared of?
We haven't worked that out yet.

Thanks for sticking by me.

Your mates already had me fitted for
prison fatigues and a six-by-three.

Not really.
They were just doing their job.

And you weren't?

Thought it maybe had
something to do with this.

Not you too.

Either that,
or you'd taken a fancy to me.

Let's just say I knew that
you didn't set up your client.

See, now I'm disappointed.

A nice, handsome, black detective,

and me, a totally available,
sexy black Lawyer.

Just think of
the babies we could make.

Just kidding.

I'd better get back to work.

Only just getting
to know each other.

I'll see you soon.

What about tonight? Dinner?

OK. Dinner. Tonight.

I'll call you.

We got sidetracked.
Grace Barlow's in the clear.

Ingleton tried to frame her
to save himself.

But we still don't know who
the security access code was given to.

We could try waterboarding Ingleton,

but he can't tell us something
he doesn't know.

What about a deal? He was coerced.

No, he's too scared.
He won't go near it, Sarge.

He knows what we're dealing with here.
These people are violent.

They're violent alright.
Check this out.

This is our killer, and that is
lngleton's car he's smashing.

To make him hand over
the access code.

So, is it Donovan or Monk?
-Or some other thug.

We've discounted Geoff Parnell,
have we?

Not per se, Sarge.
But why kill Liam Phillips?

He was about to hand over
the guy that bashed his niece.

Plus, Parnell went to the hospital,
like he said. We checked.

Well, that leaves the two unionists.

They're only alibied
by their fellow members.

All of who are more than happy
to lie to save the union.

Get them in. Over to you, Sergeant.
Sarge.

So, we bringing in Donovan and Monk?
Yes.

You two interview Monk.

Allie, you and I will take Donovan.

Time for a bit of
divide and conquer.

I told you, I don't know
anything about this.

We've got a signed statement...

A confession relating to
the conspiracy to murder Liam Phillips.

Bull.

And who's supposed to
have given you this confession?

A security guard at the court.

He's confessed to passing on

a security code to an access door,
under duress.

I've got no bloody idea
what you're talking about.

His family were threatened,
he himself was threatened,

so he passed on the code.

Not to me, he didn't.

We're not suggesting
it was given to you.

We're suggesting
it was given to Ray Donovan,

and then he passed it on to you.

And you used it to gain access to
the rear corridor of the court

and kill Liam Phillips.

You're pissing in the wind, mate.
Really, 'mate'?

What would you say if I told you

that Dennis Monk
has claimed you did?

He wouldn't say that.

Your union's not as important to him
as it is to you.

You think he wouldn't
point the finger at you

to buy himself a few points?

I know he wouldn't. He's a brother.

You know how important
the union is to Ray.

Is it important enough for him to
try and dump the whole thing on you?

That doesn't sound like
the Ray Donovan I know. You're lying.

You wouldn't know
the first thing about unions -

you and your precious State Police
Federation or whatever you call it.

You're nothing but a bunch of
jumped-up civil servants.

Our union's had to fight tooth and nail
for every inch of ground

and, let me tell you,
all of it deserved,

whatever the bosses might say.

That, mate, is what makes us solid.

So you think Monk wouldn't
sell out the union?

He's a brother, mate!

No, he's a thug.
Not a very bright one either.

Look, I might have picked
a few fights, smashed a few windows,

frightened a few people, but killing
somebody, that's not my game.

So who did it?

I told you, I don't know.
I was in a meeting.

Donovan too?
Yes.

He's putting it on you.
No, he isn't.

No, he isn't.

We don't sell each other out.

Yeah?
How are you going?

Not so good.

You get anything
from the union guys?

Not so far. We tried bluffing them,
but they're sticking solid.

Solidarity forever?
Yeah.

We're letting them think about things
for a while,

then we'll have another crack.

You may not need to.

Security footage of someone
bashing lngleton's car.

We've seen this before.
Just keep watching.

What am I doing here? Haven't you
arrested those arseholes yet?

If you're referring to Ray Donovan
and Dennis Monk, we let them go.

What did you do that for?

We didn't have the evidence
to hold them.

I thought Duncan
was off this, Sergeant.

Miss Barlow is no longer
in the mix, Sarge.

Miss Barlow is only
half the problem.

An operational decision,
Senior Sergeant.

..and then you pull me up
if I get anything wrong, OK?

So, you've been feuding with
the Workers Rights Union for years.

You'd tried everything
to bring them undone.

Court orders, non-union labour.
Nothing worked.

And then when they
ran through your office

and one of them bashed your niece...

Your beautiful, beautiful Christina.
Your favourite.

And you knew it was the union
and you couldn't prove it.

Then Liam Phillips,
he gave himself up.

And he became
the focus of your hatred.

But you couldn't get to Phillips

because they had him
hidden somewhere safe.

So you got to Thomas Ingleton
the head of security,

and pretending to be the union,

you threatened him
and you smashed his car.

No, it's the union!
See, that's how they work.

No, that's what you were hoping.

And you knew that Ingleton
would think the same.

And it worked.
He gave you the access codes.

So on the day of the hearing...

I went to visit Christina.
Ask the hospital!

Great alibi. But you had time
to get back to the court.

I checked.

No.
I walked the distance.

And then you used
the access code to get in,

then you killed Liam Phillips.

No. Got it all wrong.

I didn't shoot him.
They did it, Donovan and Monk.

Which one?
I don't know! One of them!

Donovan gave the order,
Monk did the shooting.

It's as plain as the nose
on my bloody face.

One of these bastards
trashed lngleton's car,

then they broke into the court,
they shot Phillips.

See, he's wearing the same gear he did
when they trashed my place.

That's what you were counting on.

You thought if the police couldn't
tell who invaded your office,

there's no way they'd be able
to tell who smashed up this car.

I'm telling you, that's Monk.

No.

That is you.

You thought you knew where
the security cameras were, didn't you?

But car windows are like mirrors.

Hello, Geoffrey.

So, you trashed the car to get
the access codes to get into the court,

and then you killed Liam Phillips.

But Liam Phillips
didn't assault your niece.

He was just about to tell his Lawyer

who did the bashing
and who ordered it.

You killed the only person
who could have convicted them

and brought down the union.

Mr Parnell, would you like
to make a statement?

Mr Parnell?

Christina is...

She was clever and smart...

..and she was really...
she was really funny.

She was like my daughter.

I'm a pretty serious
sort of a bloke,

not many people make me laugh, but...

Christina...

..will never...never
recognise me again.

She will... She will
never smile again.

I had to do something, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Geoff Parnell?
God, what a bloody tragedy.

So Donovan and Monk
are going to walk?

Can't hold them. Got no evidence.

Aren't you cold?

I can never get used
to these Melbourne winters.

Yeah, me neither.

So, where are your mob from?

They're from the Territory.

I was a ward of the state too.

But not in New South Wales.
I was shipped to Queensland.

I was seven.
My God.

I was two. Why so late for you?

I'd spent a lot of time in hospital.

I mean, the place I was at was OK.
I mean, there was no horror stories.

But it was not as cushy
as Nareema, I bet.

Nareema wasn't cushy.

You ever get back up there?

When I was older, I tried to
hook up with my mob up there

but it just didn't work out.

I ended up being a cop
up there for a while,

until I blew the whistle on a couple of
crooked cops - whitefellas -

and my bosses, they thought
it was best to move me out,

so they sent me here to Victoria.

And that's when I took up
the name Freeman.

Free man. Get it?

Yeah, I get it.

And I'm a free woman.

Do you remember your parents
getting killed?

I was two.

I remember a blue tarpaulin
and a hand sticking out.

That's all.

I was taken to hospital,
then to Nareema.

I don't remember much at all.

All I had, somewhere in
the back of my head, was an image.

I thought it was a dream.

A little kid crying
in the middle of the road.

And a blue tarpaulin.

You mean...

..I'm that kid?

It's funny, when...

..when I first saw you...

..I saw Mum.

Then I knew it wasn't a dream.

I mean, your foster name,
it threw me.

Until I looked into it.

So...

I'm a homicide detective, Grace.

And my little sister's a Lawyer.