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Come and get me, then, coppers!
Come on!

Come and get me!

Where's Clive? Inside.

I can see you there, coppers.

I've already shot one of your mates.
Now, come and get me!

Bill! Bill! Go on and shoot me!
Jesus.

Drop the gun!

Drop it now!

Drop it!

Aah!

Stay here.

Christ!

Bill?

Bill!

Bill!

Bill!

Just shoot me, you mongrels!
Go on and shoot!

Come on!

Dr Blake to see Sean McBride.

Thank you. Doc.

Bill. They want to hang him in the
morning.

Oh, I better be quick, then.
His brother's in there now.

His brother? The priest.

Sister.

Presented with joint pains and blood
in his urine.

Temperature of 104.
Father McBride.

Blood pressure 110 over 60.

I gave him some aspirin to help with
his fever.

Aspirin? That's all? Mm-hm.
Any history of infection?

Not that I know about.

Right.

Let's have a little listen, eh?

See what's going on.

It's all right, Sean.

Rapid heart rate.

SEAN MUTTERS

Systolic heart murmur.

Spots on his palms.

Splinter haemorrhages under his
nails.

Some blood work, I think, Sister.

Now, it's all right, Sean.

Thank you, Sister.

Oh, there we are. 200 units
penicillin IV, thank you.

The IV might help, Bill.

Might?

Until I get a proper diagnosis.

I...I didn't kill him.

I didn't do it!

Sean? Sean? I didn't do it!

Sean, listen to me. It's Xavier.
Can you hear me? Sean?

Let's pray together.

HE RECITES A PRAYER IN LATIN

You heard what he said, Bill.
He said he was innocent.

They all say that at some point.

No-one wants to die, especially not
like this.

Perhaps his level of fever, the
conscious mind has already shut down,

which means he's not capable of
lying.

That's not my business.

Ah, yes. As long as he hangs on time,
that's all that matters.

It doesn't matter what either of us
think.

He's due to hang tomorrow and it's
our job to make that happen.

Eggs, Daniel?
Oh, thanks, Auntie Jean.

Well, you need it for the game.

Been working on your batting?

Don't need to.

You keep getting out LBW.
It's getting tedious.

Don't.

So, how is the great man?

A lot more mature than some people I
know.

Oh, yes, of course.

Only mature people write letters to
girls about books.

At least we have something to talk
about.

Well, who's interested in talking?

Ooh! Looks like they're going to
have to deny themselves the pleasure

of killing Sean McBride for at least
another day or so.

What?

I was at the prison last night.
The boy is seriously ill.

It's just barbaric.

Oh, what, so it's OK to kill police
officers?

That's not what I said.

Clive was a mate! His wife was
pregnant.

Oh, and that wins the argument, does
it?

Mattie and Daniel, eat your
breakfast.

Sorry, Auntie Jean, I want to hear
how Mattie and her boyfriend

would deal with crooks like McBride.

Well, the crime rate actually goes
up after an execution.

They solve nothing.
Everyone knows that.

Thank you, Mattie, but not everybody
knows or believes that.

Doc, I was there.

And you saw McBride kill that man?

Well, no, after that.

The bloke wanted to die.

Well, he's changed his mind, Danny.

Yeah, well, it's a bit bloody late
for that.

Temperature normal,
heartbeat regular.

Anything more in his medical history?

He had an abscessed tooth removed
about a month ago.

You didn't mention that
when I asked you.

I didn't think it was important.

I'm the doctor. I decide what's
important.

Sean, how are you? Dr Blake, I saw
you last night.

Would you mind putting that down?

Not one for smoking, Doc?

It will kill you.

Now, how are you feeling?

Better. Better? Good.

Now, last night you told me you
didn't shoot Clive Cooper.

Must've been delirious. Really?

Sounded very definite.

I shot him, Doc, OK?

End of story.

Imotil. 100ml. Imotil?

100ml, thank you.

All done, Sean.

Endocarditis brought on
by a previous infection.

You'll be glad to know
he's on the mend.

How soon?

Yes, we wouldn't want to hang a man
who was feeling sick, would we, Bill?

Doctor, Sean seems better
this morning.

Yes, in some respects.

That's a blessing.

Has he ever spoken to you about what
happened?

I'm not just his brother,
I'm his priest as well.

Oh, of course he confessed.

What's said in the confessional is
between the supplicant and God.

Has he ever spoken to you about what
happened outside of confession?

He regrets what happened. We all do.

Just seems a bit odd, doesn't it?

Man pleads guilty in court, then says
he's innocent.

Not so odd under the circumstances.

Must be difficult ministering to your
own family, Father.

Faith offers great consolation,
Doctor.

It sometimes blinds us to the truth.

Do you believe in God, Doctor?

I used to believe in a just and
merciful God.

And now?

Now I'm not so sure.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Doctor. Joy McDonald,
I'm with the Herald.

I believe you're the doctor treating
Sean McBride.

I'm a doctor, Joy.

Is that no comment?
No comment.

What can you tell us
about his state of mind?

Should his execution go ahead
anyway?

I'm fixing this man up

so the state can put a rope around
his neck and kill him.

Does that make sense to you?

Me either.

May I quote you? No comment.

Ah! Yep!

Got a bob on Parks to make 50.
Really.

Might not take you up on that.

Suit yourself.

Saw Sean McBride last night.

Said he was innocent.

I would never have picked you for
the gullible type, Blake.

You know I'm not.

McBride confessed.

Really? What did he say, exactly?

He killed Cooper and took a shot at
Parks and Hobart.

That's what he said.

McBride had a fever of 104.

So?

The conscious mind ceases to function
at that point.

That's when he told you he was
innocent?

Yes.

He was incapable of lying.

So, whatever McBride did,
he didn't believe he was guilty.

Have you spoken to him this morning?

Yes. What did he say?

That he shot Cooper.

Oh, shot!

Jean, if someone confessed to a
crime, then recanted that confession,

which would you believe?

It would depend on the situation.

No, just off the top of your head.

The recant. Probably means they've
had time to think about the truth.

Or get worried about the
consequences.

You said off the top of my head.

This is about Sean McBride.

Who murdered a policeman.
Apparently.

You know he had a shot at Danny?

Maybe you should talk to a few of
the young girls

who he's apparently left to bring up
bastard children.

Thank you, Jean.

Or Clive's widow.

It's out of your hands.

He was pretty drunk.
Had a bit of a crack at us.

Us? Me and Harris.

It's McBride's brother.
Not the priest, the other one.

Oi, wake up.

Doctor's here to see you.
I don't need a doctor.

Shut up.

Goodness me. What happened here?

He came at us.
We had to protect ourselves.

My name's Dr Blake. Now...

let me just have a little look at
you.

Where else are you hurt?

Everywhere.

You got a pill for that?
Good luck with it, Doc.

Ta.

Danny.

I'd like to see the incident report
on Clive Cooper's death, please.

Why?

Because I'm a police surgeon
and I'm asking you for it.

Don't push this one, Doc. Please.

Thank you.

Right.

Post-mortem says cause of death was
gunshot wound. Yep.

There was a second wound caused
by a blow to the back of the head

inflicted before he was shot.

Now, where was that bullet wound,
Danny?

Entered the front of chest.
So, Sean,

apparently pulled a gun.

No, he took Clive's.

Neighbours report hearing a gunshot
around 6.20.

You and Harris arrived around...
6.30.

Yeah, 6.30.

Why was Cooper there in
the first place?

Well, he was questioning McBride
over a robbery.

And what Sean ever charged?

Put it back, put it back,
put it back!

Gentlemen.

Righty.

DOOR OPENS

What are you doing here?

Minding my own business.

Where'd you get these?

This has nothing to do with you,
Bill.

Boss know you're here, Doc?

The role of police surgeon affords me
a certain investigative freedom.

Good for you.

You're under arrest.

So, you broke into McBride's old
house.

Abandoned house.
Don't you correct me.

I was checking the reports on Cooper.

Right after Sean McBride's
miraculous about-face, is that it?

McBride's a liar.
What about the photos?

I borrowed them. Borrowed?!

That'll be Constable Parks, sir.
Sergeant!

It wasn't Daniel's fault. I see this
as an extension of my duties...

For God's sake, shut up, Blake.
Book him now, sir?

Goodbye!

Now, it says here a certain unnamed
doctor made statements

to a journalist outside the prison
yesterday.

Do you know anything about that?
I may have been misquoted.

Why is that your concerns are more
important than anyone else's?

Well, they're not!
Stuff up again and you're history!

SHE TAPS ON THE DOOR

A patient for you. No appointment.

Thank you, Jean.

Come through.

I wasn't sure I needed an
appointment.

Well, it's a quiet day.
What's the problem?

Nothing at all.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm here under false pretences,
and I apologise.

I was hoping you might give me more
of an extended interview.

I'm afraid I won't be making any
further comment.

You were very eloquent at the
prison.

I was very angry.

Perhaps you're worried your
arguments don't stack up.

That's an interesting tack. Please.

So,

how do you deal with what must be
such a painful conflict of interest?

I annoy the hell out of my boss,
and I drink. What about you?

Mostly I smoke, and I bite my nails.

What would you say if I told you I'd
discovered certain links

between Sean McBride and the police?

What kind of links?

Sean McBride was known to pass on
the occasional piece of information

when it suited him.

Do you know who he passed information
on to?

Bill Hobart. Oh!

Mean anything?

Do you think I could ask you
a couple of questions?

I don't think so.

I try never to incriminate myself
during work hours.

After work?

After work would be fine.

Right, get your hat.
Where we going?

You need to learn where your
loyalties lie, Constable.

HE RINGS DOORBELL

Deb? It's Bill.

Deb, you remember Danny Parks.
Hello, Danny.

Hi.

Danny and I thought we'd call round
just to see how you're going.

That's very kind.

HE DROPS A COIN

Jean!

Would you mind popping in here
for a moment, please?

Oh!

Um, yes.

Would you mind terribly just laying
down on the floor over here?

Face up?

Face down.

This is still...
Sean McBride, yes.

Well, you know what I think.

Yes.

Thank you.

Just down here.

That's right.

Um...

Do excuse me... Oh!
I'm just...

His leg...yeah.

Perfect.

Um, how old is she?
He's six months.

Oh, right.

Deb, have you got a small
screwdriver?

Yeah, it's in the kitchen.

I'll take him.

G'day.

Hello.

She's doing it tough.

It's not going to get any easier.

Kid's not going to have a dad.

Pension's not worth Jack.

So, we've got to look after her,

don't we?

She's family.

You clear? Yeah.

Good man.

Thanks.

Here's Mummy.

Mattie, I borrow you
for a moment, please?

Come in and help me with something.

Can you please get a move on?
The rabbit's almost ready.

Yes, of course. Jean, hop up for me
for a moment,

and threaten each other, yes?

Threaten each other. Right.

Because you're fighting, you see,
you're fighting,

struggling with each other,

and, Jean, you would fall to the
floor, hitting your head.

Oh, really? What on?

Well, I don't know.

Oh! How violent is this supposed to
be?

OVEN TIMER DINGS

The rabbit is done!

You can tidy up when you've
finished.

Right, so,

a bullet into the front of
the chest, yes,

but the head wound was at the back,
you see, so...

Well, maybe he hit his head on the
table as he fell.

No, no, no,

it was too far away from him, you
see? The body was here.

Well, what sort of a head wound was
it? Blunt force.

And there was nothing he could have
fallen on?

Someone else was there.

Someone else was in that bloody room.

Sorry to make you wait.
Peter will be out in a moment.

Oh, it's quite all right.

I imagine he's feeling somewhat
fragile.

I'll give him fragile. Excuse me.

Timothy McBride, put that down!

Doctor.

Seems like you've been treating the
whole family.

Yes. Father.

Bridget called me. Peter's not in
the good books today.

So I gather. The wife's giving me
hell.

Look, if I said anything before...
No, no, no. Forgotten.

Gentlemen, I think there was someone
else in the room

when Clive Cooper died.

Peter, did Sean ever talk to you
about that night?

Well, I haven't seen Sean since he
went to jail.

We might leave it at that.

Father, forgive me for asking, but...

where were you when Clive Cooper
was shot?

I was holding a private mass.

At 6.20 on a Thursday evening?

I minister to both my brothers,
Doctor.

Yes, of course.

Daniel, how did Bill Hobart know I
was going to be at McBride's...

I was a bloody idiot to show you
that file.

No, you showed me the file
because I asked you to.

Yeah, well, don't ask me again.

You need anything, photos, files,
whatever,

check with the boss, all right?

All right.

Clive was family!

What was that about?
None of your business.

Is this about Sean McBride?

You have no idea, Mattie,
so shut up.

Oh, so, now we see your true
colours, do we?!

Go talk to your boyfriend!

The night Clive Cooper showed up at
your place, what were you doing?

I was drinking.

So, why was he there?

Well, he was interviewing you
regards a robbery, was he not?

Ask them. I'm asking you, Sean.

There was no robbery.

I gather you're friends
with Bill Hobart.

No!

Well, perhaps not friends.
Perhaps you just...

pass on the odd bit of gossip
from time to time, is that right?

Sean, what was Clive doing at your
place?

Doc?

A word.

I know what you're doing.
And what's that?

I understand Imotil mimics the
symptoms of the original infection

without causing the ill effects,
is that right?

Our nurse has been doing her
homework.

Nurse is bloody worried about your
lack of ethics,

and I don't blame her!

Yes, of course.

You've got an execution to put on.

We mustn't keep your superiors
waiting.

Just because I'm a prison warden
doesn't mean I'm in favour

of capital punishment.

Keep your comments to yourself.

I have a duty of care to the patient,
Bill.

Not any more, you don't.

I'm relieving you of your duties.

Leftovers for lunch are on the
top shelf in the fridge.

How did you know?

Oh, intuition.

So, am I next? Huh?

You were very rude to the Doctor
last night, Danny.

Well? Well, it's all right for him.

He just waltzes in and do whatever
he wants.

Ha! Is that what you think he does?

Well, apart from making my life
impossible at work.

Yeah.

We're in his house, Danny.
Don't ever forget that.

Sometimes the Doctor has his mind on
other things.

He doesn't always notice the rest of
us.

Yeah, well, maybe he needs to.

Hmm.

Maybe he does.

THE BABY CRIES

Mrs Cooper?

HE KNOCKS

Mrs Cooper, it's Dr Blake!

Mrs Cooper!

Mrs Cooper, please.

Oh!

I told you to stay out of it!
Bloody...

Cooper was one of your most
experienced men, was he not?

How did Sean McBride manage to
inflict a wound

at the back of his head

and then a gunshot wound to the front
of his chest?

I mean, I just can't imagine McBride
getting the drop on him somehow.

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

Look,

a table was overturned in the
fight.

There was small change on the floor.

That's part of the evidence file.

You don't bet on cards if you're
playing by yourself,

nor do you smoke corked and uncorked
cigarettes.

Someone else was in that room when
Cooper was shot,

which makes Sean McBride's conviction
unsound, even if he confessed.

One of these days I'm going to kill
you.

Look, one more thing.

The official reason for Cooper being
there

was to question Sean McBride about
the robbery.

What robbery, hmm?

Which robbery was it?

Sean McBride certainly doesn't know.
Do you know why?

Because no-one's ever questioned him
about it.

Have you quite finished?
Nearly. Cooper was shot around 6.20.

Bill Hobart was outside the building

when Parks and Harris arrived at
6.30.

Now, why wasn't he inside?

Where was he when Cooper was shot?

I want you to explain to me what
this is all about!

What's going on?!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

The superintendent's not happy, eh?

Nope.

What's Bill Hobart's usual pub?

The Pig and Whistle.

Well,

I reckon he could use a drink
later on.

Yeah.

Hello. I was wondering if Dr Blake
is in.

Do you have an appointment?

I didn't have one earlier.
I remember.

It's Jean, isn't it?

That's right, Mrs McDonald.

Oh, you're Lucien's secretary,
aren't you?

I'm the Doctor's receptionist.

Wonderful. Would you mind giving him
this? It's the number of my hotel.

Tell him to call me.

Thank you, Jean.

Mrs McDonald...

Dr Blake doesn't need you making
things difficult for him.

Difficult?

I know the kind of articles you
write.

How do you know I'm a journalist?
He speaks before he thinks.

I'm just asking you to respect him
when you're writing your articles.

His reputation is important to you.

I don't give a fig about his
reputation,

but he forgets that other people do.

I'm asking you to keep that in mind.

And that's speaking as his
receptionist, is it? That's right.

Good afternoon, Mrs McDonald.

Oi, we're closed!

Two beers, thanks, Stan.

You've got a nerve.
So have you.

It's after closing time.

Thank you, Stan.

Where were you when Cooper was shot?

Here.

Yep.

Clive Cooper takes one in the chest

and I'm knocking back beers after
closing time.

Great.

So, you're here knocking 'em back,
Clive goes to visit Sean.

And the next time anyone saw you

was outside McBride's place after the
shooting, yes?

Yes.

Hmm.

Bill, how did you know to go there?

You chaps don't usually carry your
guns. Why was Clive carrying his?

Unless you were there the whole time.

Maybe you smacked your mate in the
back of the head.

Sean was going for his gun.

Maybe...

maybe you're the one who pulled the
trigger.

Why in God's name would I do that?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe you hated
him. Maybe you owed him money.

Maybe you were in love with his wife.

Maybe you'd been giving her one all
along.

I thought doctors were supposed to
be smart.

I wasn't the bloke giving her one.

Sean McBride was.

Mattie?

If I wanted to consult a child's
vaccination records,

how would I go about that?

You could ask the district nurse.

Yes.

I thought so.

You realise this is the kind of
thing that gets you into trouble?

Yes. Do you have an alternative plan?

No.

That's my point.

SHE KNOCKS THE DOOR

Mrs Cooper, it's Mattie O'Brien,
district nurse.

I apologise for the lateness of the
hour, Mrs Cooper.

I understand Andrew is late for his
diphtheria-pertussis shot...

Mrs Cooper, I'm Dr Blake.

Sean McBride told me he didn't kill
your husband, and I believe him.

How is that possible?

I don't know yet.

Then why are you telling me?

Because I'm trying to find a way
to save him.

Now,

I know you and Sean were...

..intimate.

Did your husband know?

Mrs Cooper,

this is really important.

You must've cared about Sean.

Yes.

Please, take your time.

Clive came home that night.
I don't know how he found out.

He was so angry.

Then he said he was going to Sean's?

He had a gun.

I didn't know what to do.

So, you called Bill Hobart
at the pub.

I knew he'd be there.

Yes.

Mrs Cooper,

have you seen Sean since
your husband died?

Of course not. No, of course.

Just one more question, if I may.

Is Sean the father of your baby?

I am sorry, Danny. I know I've made
things difficult for you.

Yeah, you did, but looks like you
were right.

I still can't prove it, though,
can I?

Bill being out the front when we got
there,

I didn't even think about it at the
time.

McBride was shouting at us,

and when he said he'd shot Clive,
Bill just headed straight for him.

And what did Sean do?

Well, he was waving his gun around.

I fired at him, missed him, and got
him on the second shot.

He never took a shot at us.

He had bullets, he had time.

But he didn't shoot.

I don't think he was ever going to
take a shot at you, Danny.

I thought I was going to die!

If there's ever police stuff you
really need to know,

I'll try and tell you,
if it's important.

But it's gotta be my decision,
all right?

All right, Danny.

SHE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

Yes?

Your pacing up and down is keeping
me awake.

Oh!

There you are.

There was a note for you.
I left it on the kitchen table.

Yes, thank you.

Jean?

Would you join me, please?

I, um...

I know how you feel about
all of this.

Yes, you do.

It's just...

..they're going to hang Sean McBride
tomorrow

and I don't think he killed anyone.

In fact, I think he's protecting
someone.

Who? Oh, I don't know.

Bloody Bill Hobart.

Why would he lie
to protect Bill Hobart?

I don't know, but someone else was
there.

Who else, then?

His brothers.
Well, that sounds more likely.

Who else would you put your life at
stake for?

Family.

It's always about family.

RADIO: This is the news from the ABC.

The execution of convicted police
killer Sean McBride

will proceed today despite
last-minute appeals for clemency

from religious and anti-capital
punishment groups.

The execution date was postponed for
several days

due to an illness suffered by
McBride.

Public interest in the issue has
been mounting, but the premiere...

Doctor?

For Christ's sake, Blake, it's
circumstantial!

The entire case against Sean McBride
was circumstantial!

He confessed! It was a lie!

Cigarette butts, coins... Come on,
one of the brothers was there!

Oh, which one? Peter!

Yeah, you're guessing! Admissions?
No.

Did McBride recant? No!

Then you've got nothing.
They want someone to hang!

Oh, for God's sake, Lawson!
Just go home!

You've done all you can.
Just go home.

No, no! One of you was there!
Sean's covering for you.

For God's sake, Peter, they're going
to hang him!

Ah, corked cigarettes.

Sean doesn't smoke corked and yet
there were both kinds of butts

found on the floor!

Just go. Peter, is everything OK?

Yes, love, it's fine.
Oh, you've not told your wife.

Get out! He's letting his brother
take the blame for something

he didn't do... Get out!
He's letting Sean die!

Now, is this the man you married?
What's he talking about?!

Really, surely not! Is this the man
you married - a coward?!

Shut it! Get out of here!

MUSIC PLAYS

HE SWITCHES THE MUSIC OFF

Mattie, I need your help. Come along.

No.

You stay here. I'll talk to her.

Now, Mattie... No.

Men scare her now. You especially.

You stay here.

THEY RECITE A PRAYER IN LATIN

Bill!

Bill! A word, please!

Doc?

What is it now?
Look, just hear me out.

It'll be all right, OK?

This is wrong! Father.

No, this is not fair!
Sean deserves peace...

Is suicide a mortal sin, yes or no?
Of course it is.

Then going to his death voluntarily,

Sean's committing mortal sin,
and you made him do it.

Hello, Sean.

Sean?

Sean, this is Andrew.

You haven't met him,
but he's your son.

Your little boy.

Now, if you die,

Andrew's going to
grow up without a father.

Do you really think he deserves that?

No.

Sean, who...

Who killed Clive Cooper?

CAR ENGINE HUMS

THEY BANG ON THE DOOR

I was playing cards with Sean.

I stepped outside

and I heard fighting.

When I came in,

Sean was wrestling with that copper.

The copper was really big.

He knocked Sean over and pulled out
his gun.

I...

grabbed a chair and smacked him
in the back of the head.

But the bloke wouldn't go down.

I thought he was going to shoot me.

So, I grabbed him.

That's when the gun went off.

Then they called you.

It was your idea for Sean to plead
guilty.

Peter had a wife and three kids.

Don't say it, all right?

The Doc was right.

It could've ended so badly.
Yeah, I know.

Maybe that's why capital punishment
is wrong.

Just the thought of one innocent
person...

Yeah, well, that's great for you,
Mattie,

but I've come out of all this
knowing absolutely nothing.

But you do know Sean was innocent.

Yeah, he was,

and we nearly killed him for lying,

so what do I do next time?

A copper goes down and someone comes
at me with a gun.

What do I do then?

I don't know.

You're an interesting man, Lucien.

Studied overseas, seen the world.

So, what am I doing here?

Yes.

I came back when my father was dying.
It was his practice.

This is a conservative town.

You're not going to make a lot of
friends here

with some of the views you hold.

Is this for the article?

No, this is for me.

Well, this seems as good a place as
any to try to make a difference,

and it's my home.

You were a POW, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

But what about you? Were you always
the erm...

The intrepid reporter from the
Herald?

I married young.

He walked out, I needed a job,
and I was good with words.

And you still are.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Oh, that's a pity.

I was hoping we could do this again.

Perhaps if you're ever in Melbourne.

Perhaps.

I should go.

Thank you.

An absolute pleasure.

Morning. Morning.

How was your night?

Fine.

How was yours?

Mmm.

Fine.

I see your friend's
written a little article.

Quite well-written, I thought, too.

Really?

Mmm. Does she quote me?

No.

Sorry.

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