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You see, that was the first time.

Fell off my skateboard when I was 14.

Can you feel it?
I do.

I'll just go and fix that.
OK.

Don't you ever stop?

She asked for my number.
What could I do?

Yeah. Right.
We're landing in half an hour.

You want to, ah... clean up?
Yeah. What about him?

No, he's flying into a shit storm.
Just let him sleep while he can.

Alright.

As a matter of fact,
I wasn't sleeping.

But thanks anyway, Matt.

Told you not to use my first name.
Sorry.

Detective.

I was wondering
if I could ask you a favour.

You seem like a decent enough
sort of bloke.

What favour?

Inside pocket of my jacket.

I'm hardly in a position
to do anything, am I?

That's Mum.

If you could see she gets that
I'd appreciate it.

She can come and see you, Conway.
You can give it to her yourself.

No, she can't get around.
She's got MS.

And you guys aren't going to take me
to see her, are you?

Ring her from remand. I mean,
she'll be glad to hear your voice.

Yeah. You can keep a letter, Detective.

You can take it out and you can hold it.
You can't cherish a phone call.

It's my mother.

It's just a favour.

Ah, Sleeping Beauty's awake.
Good morning.

Yeah. Good for me maybe.

Definitely not so good for you, mate.

Here we go.

What? No pressies?

Saving the T-shirts for later.

Did Waverley organise the back door?

Yeah. To stop the media vultures
from having a feeding frenzy.

Mr Conway.
Detective Mapplethorpe and Freeman.

Pleased to meet you.
I bet you are.

Nice holiday?
I wish.

Thought I was going straight to remand.

You're here until the press get tired
and go home.

No spa bath, I'm afraid.
You'll have to cope.

Sorry, mate, no press.

I'm not press. I'm in the job.

Mike Davies. Used to be in Homicide.

What can we do for you, Mike?

Heard your redirection on the band.

I was the one who handled
this scumbag's case.

Just thought I might renew
the acquaintance.

Bet you never thought
this day'd come, Conway.

Four walls now, mate. For life.

Your parole officer
hasn't even been born yet.

Just as vindictive a bastard
as ever, eh, Davies?

Don't play that game!
OK, Mike, you had your look.

Now back off.

Fair enough.

Hate to hold you up.

Sooner this arsehole's inside
the better.

We've got company. Let's go.

Hey, Conway, I'll be in court
when they send you down, son.

See if you're still smiling then,
you arsehole.

Don't forget.

Arggh!
Move!

James Lionel Conw ay.

Who fled this country
after being charged

with the 1999 murder
of photographic model...

What a monumental cock-up.

... w as killed whilst trying
to escape custody

on his return to Australia this morning.

Conw ay had been extradited
from Britain for over six years.

Your crew given their statements?
Yeah.

Ethical standards
are reviewing the tapes.

Mmm. Oh, the dead girl's father.

AKA the Inner Spring King.

You know, I can't help wondering

why Conway didn't fight
extradition proceedings.

That's been exercising my mind too.

He didn't say anything of significance

when your team
picked him up in London?

Not as far as I know.

According to them, he was polite,
respectful, basically said nothing.

... from the balcony
of her inner-city apartment block

during an argument with Conw ay.
A government driver

and her secret lover.

Oh, well, maybe they've done us
a favour this time.

Well, assuming he was trying
to escape.

If what your boys are saying is true,
that wasn't the case, was it?

He killed himself.

The press is stupid.

Why would he do that?

To piss us off, if you ask me.

Sure, Duncan, he killed himself
just to piss you off.

I suggest you all get home.
You've given your statements.

So what now, Sarge?
Nothing, as far as I can see.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

Unless there's something
that I don't know about.

OK. Well, I'll let you know
if they need anything further.

Do not talk to the press.

That goes without saying.

And Simon and Matt, put together
the extradition report tomorrow

and go through
the original case notes.

See if there's anything there

that might explain
what was in his head at the time.

And Jennifer, the Superintendent
wants to see you before you go.

What for?
Didn't say.

Oh, Detective Mapplethorpe.

Ah, sorry, I have to be somewhere.

Um, are you doing alright now?
Yes, I'm fine. Thanks.

You're back on duty sooner than
expected. What's it been - two weeks?

Ah, three. Just over.
Mmm.

Unfortunate business.
Are the media leaving you alone?

Ah, yes, they are now.
It's old business.

Hmm. Well, you were wise
to keep your head down.

Only way to deal with those buggers.

Was there anything else?
Oh.

The mother of the boy you shot.
Victoria Semple.

She wants a meeting with you.
A meeting?

At this stage it's an informal request.

One of the partners
in her law firm rang me.

He's of the opinion
that a face to face with you

might help her find some closure
over her son's death.

So, um... think about it.

Let me know what you decide.
No pressure.

You said at this stage
it's an informal request.

What does that mean?

Well, it's possible Ms Semple
could make a fuss.

Nothing was said but it is important

to read between the lines
with these things.

Are you ordering me to do this?
Not at all.

It's entirely your decision.
Let me know.

Goodnight, Detective.

What have you done?!

I mean, she probably wants you
to apologise for her son's death.

It's usually what they mean
by closure.

I've got nothing to apologise for.

Brett Semple was off his nut.
We're lucky we're not dead.

Good morning, Jennifer.
Morning.

You OK?

Something up?

Oh. Conway.

It's a long way to come
to kill yourself.

Maybe he didn't want to face
his last day in court.

Maybe.

"Hilda Conway".

Jim Conway's mother.
He gave it to me.

He asked me to pass it on to her.
And you agreed?

Well, given what's happened,
this could be a suicide note.

Gee, he had you picked, didn't he?
It's his mother.

So? Give it to Wolfie.
With an apology.

I think he's had his breakfast.
It's a bit late for that.

I mean, I accepted responsibility
the moment I let Conway give it to me.

And a mother deserves
the last letter from her son.

Matt, come on.
She does.

I'll make it clear
she has to tell us if it's relevant.

If it isn't,
well, it's none of our business.

Oh. So I'll be coming with you?

Yeah.

Maybe she isn't here.
She's sick.

Conway said that she's sick.

Mrs Conway?

Yes. What do you want?
I'm Detective Ryan.

And this is Detective Mapplethorpe.

I already know about Jim.

Yes. We're sorry for your loss.

We came to give you
a letter from your son.

Oh, yes. Jim said someone might come.

He said that to you?
Mmm.

Mrs Conway, if this has any bearing
on your son's death

or on the death of Suzanne Fendleton,

we may need to take it in
as evidence.

Hilda. You should call me Hilda.
That's my name.

OK. Hilda.

What did you mean,
Jim said someone might come?

With this letter.

He phoned me from Spain.

That was just before he went
to England and was arrested.

And he said if somebody
should come with this letter

I was to give them
something in return.

Come inside.

Jim said I could open it.

I can tell you what's inside,

but you'll want to read it
yourself, I suppose.

Now, that explains
exactly what happened

the night Suzanne Fendleton died.

You mean,
this is your son's confession?

No, dear, it's not a confession.

My son didn't kill anyone.

Hilda, may I?

Oh, well, there's nothing really
to interest you there.

It's just he loves me, he's sorry
for everything he put me through.

You know, that sort of thing.

And you believe this,
that he didn't kill Suzanne Fendleton?

Throwing a young woman
off a balcony, no.

He was not capable of murder.

So you're saying someone else
killed Suzanne Fendleton.

Well, Jim says so.

It's in there.
It's on page 10. You look.

They tempted him with the sort of life
he always dreamed about.

And he couldn't resist, you see.

But somebody else
killed the girl, alright?

Alex Zammit.

The cabinet minister?

Sorry, Sarge, we know
it's way out of left field.

And how long has Hilda Conway been
sitting on this particular time bomb?

Well, she got the envelope

around the same time
her son was arrested in London.

He posted it before he left Spain.

And you were at Hilda Conway's,
and let me get this right,

because you wanted to give her
another letter -

a letter which Jim Conway gave you
on the flight going over.

A letter which I'm hearing about
for the first time now.

What was I supposed to do, Sarge?

It was to his mother.

After he killed himself,
I just wanted to make sure she got it.

I covered the bases.
You didn't cover this one.

No. I didn't expect this.

She let us see the letter, Sarge.
There's nothing in it.

Just mother and son stuff.

Mmm. Very touching.

And in this document,

Jim Conway specifically names
Alex Zammit as the girl's killer?

Black and white. And more than
just the name, the whole thing.

He claims that Zammit
was up there with her.

We checked. Jim Conway was
the minister's chauffeur at the time.

He claims in there
that he was standing down by the car

when Suzanne Fendleton
came off the balcony.

Zammit persuaded him to say
he was the one who was with her.

Persuaded - how?
Half a million dollars.

I mean, he wasn't supposed
to be confessing to a murder,

just claiming to have
witnessed an accident.

Initially, he fed in the story
about Suzanne standing on a chair,

trying to change a light bulb
on the balcony when she fell,

but that went sour
when the physical evidence suggested

that there was no way
she could have fallen off the chair

and gone over the balcony.

She had to have been pushed. Hard.

So he bumped up the offer to two
million. With a ticket to nowhere.

Said he could make Conway
disappear forever.

Jim went for it. "Spain, here I come."

Jim.

The idea was to make it look
like Conway had done a runner

so that Zammit was in the clear.

The statement is very convincing,
Sarge, it's got all the details down.

He's had six years
to get all the details down.

You don't charge a cabinet minister

on the word of someone
like Jim Conway.

The man has spent six years in Spain
laughing at us

under the non-extradition umbrella

and now we're supposed to believe
he is innocent?

This is the word of a man who is now
dead and cannot be cross-examined.

It's a legal document, Sarge.
An affidavit witnessed by a solicitor.

A law firm in Spain.

Conway covered all his bases too.

Bernice, why do you keep letting
your people do these things to me?

It's nothing personal, Bill,
I can assure you.

I thought this was how
you wanted things.

I smell a hot potato,
I tell you about it.

Well, I don't see what the problem is.
Conway's dead.

Why stir the pot if we don't have to?

I don't think his mother'd
necessarily share that point of view.

And even if he is dead,
the affidavit's still there, isn't it?

How do we know he hasn't
instructed his lawyers in Spain

to go public
if nothing's done about it?

Bloody hell.

Alright, we move on it.

But in no way, shape or form
is that affidavit to be mentioned

in any investigation.

It doesn't go beyond
these four walls.

We are simply following up
on Conway's suicide, is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Who was the lead
on the original investigation?

Mike Davies.
Right.

Get him into Wolfe's office.
We'll show our faces down there.

Bit of blood on the floor
should make the point.

Political agendas -

this is not simply just a matter
of good government.

It's a question
of social responsibility.

If we don't place the welfare
of our young people

at the very forefront
of our aspirations...

This is going to get very ugly.

And not just for Alex Zammit.

Conway even names the people
in DFAT who Zammit bribed

to swing him a dodgy passport.

They're going down.

Why have you got the affidavit?

I thought that Wolfie
had the only copy.

You didn't photocopy it? You dick.

I don't remember asking you guys
to look at it.

Matt, why the hell would you do that?

I don't know.

I'll shred it.
Would that make you happy?

This is all
we damn well need

with Zammit about to front
a major international conference.

That affidavit stays under wraps.

Clear?

Yes, sir.

They're giving the case
back to Davies?

He isn't even in Homicide anymore.
No, I know that.

But as the original investigator,
he gets first crack at it.

But he hates Jim Conway's guts.

I mean, how much effort
is he going to put

into proving that
he didn't kill that girl?

Nevertheless, we pass the case notes
back to Davies.

Come on, Sarge!
This is just all political bullshit!

Matt.

Suzanne Fendleton's a little fish, mate.
She doesn't count.

That's enough. The decision's already
been made. Thank you. That's all.

Matt, one moment.

I'm not particularly interested
in your analysis

of why Davies gets this case,
but other people might be.

So I suggest you keep
your opinions to yourself

unless you want to flush your career
down the toilet.

You know why I'm in this job, Sarge.

Either they all matter
or none of them do.

Isn't that how it's supposed to work?

Sometimes this job really shits me.

I don't see
what your problem is, Matt.

No? Maybe that's because
all you ever worry about

is your career, Duncan.

Hey, Ryan!

Thanks for bloody nothing.

Don't blame him, mate.

If you'd done your job properly
in the first place we wouldn't be here.

What did you say?
That's why I hate drinking here.

Work, play, play, work.
Let's not get them confused.

No problem here, alright?

No problem.

No problem?

I have to re-open this investigation
with my hands tied behind my back.

If there's one word about
that prick's written statement,

we're all on the griller,
you got that, son?

Have you?!

Did you notice the funny walk?

It's all to do with having
a boot up your arse.

Swallow it, Matt.

Simon's right. Davies is the one
who stuffed up. It's his problem.

Anyway, if Conway was so keen
on his version of the truth coming out,

why'd he kill himself?

Why didn't he just make
an official statement?

I don't know.

What I do know is that that letter
he asked me to give to his mother

was... kind of a test or something.

Something I had to do
so she'd hand us that information.

It's a bit out there, mate.
No.

The trust thing.

Make sure the truth came out.

Or the lies.

What if he was just trying
to get at Zammit?

Not going to find out
either way, are we,

because looks like it's all just going
to get swept under the carpet.

Our little friend, Davies, he'll be
quite happy pushing the broom.

Goodnight.

? There's something I'm feeling

♪ There's something that's wrong... ♪

Mattie? That you?

Yeah. It's me, Dad.

Just... I've got some work to do.
Go back to sleep.

? In the early morn

? The war was last night

? These wounds are not healed

? If we keep believing

? Then we've got to feel

? As it goes

? By the story that's already told

? Comes a time when we all must let go

♪ What happened to the story♪ ♪

Well, I won't be able to talk today.

? Discontent, it cuts inside

? It's not meant to be this Ionely

♪ We were never meant to fail. ♪

This won't take long.

You can wait in the car.

Tell me this hasn't got
something to do with Jim Conway.

Look, just let me do what's right, OK?

Stay in the bloody car
if you don't want to get involved.

I don't want to get involved.

Alright. So what am I
not getting involved in?

The bloke who lives there,
Harry Mackintosh.

He was the caretaker
at the apartment block

where Suzanne Fendleton was killed.

He talked to Davies at the scene

but there's no formal record
of any statement so...

Why not?
That's what I want to find out.

Matt, it is a no-win situation.
Leave it to Davies.

What? So he can not interview
the guy again?

Look, according to Conway's affidavit...

Oh...

...Harry Mackintosh
was standing with him by the car

when Suzanne Fendleton
came off that balcony.

He was a witness.

So you tell me
he's not getting paid off.

Yeah, if Conway's telling the truth.

I'd offer you a drink
but you're on duty, right?

That's correct, Mr Mackintosh.

Besides, I've got an appointment.

Busy life. Retirement's
not all it's cracked up to be.

It's a lot better.

Now, what's this about?

Suzanne Fendleton.

She was murdered six years ago

at an apartment block
where you were caretaker.

Right. Nasty business.

How well did you know her?

She always gave me
a gift at Christmas.

But she could afford to, couldn't she?

Her father was one of those
self-made types -

what was it again,
the... Inner Spring King.

Beds.

Um... I don't really know
much about what happened, really.

Jim Conway, the man charged
with her murder, he says you do.

Conway went AWOL,
didn't he, before his trial?

You know, that's a nice plasma.

Don't you watch it, Harry?

See, Conway was extradited
a couple of days ago.

And when he got...
Yes. I know, I know.

I saw it on the news.
Yes, killed trying to get away.

Yes, yes. See, I do watch it.
I do watch it.

Now... what is this all about?

Maybe it's about you standing,
talking to Conway beside the car

when Suzanne Fendleton
came off that balcony.

Matt.
Nonsense.

I did chat with him, yes,

but half an hour
before anything happened.

I was inside when I heard the bang.

Terrible. Yeah.

I came out and there she was.

I have no idea where Conway was
when it happened.

Um, what did he say?

What if it's not
just something he said, Harry?

What if we had a written statement
testifying...

I don't think Mr Mackintosh
needs to know.

I'd better get that.

You know that statement's off-limits.
He's lying.

Hello, you silly old you.
Conway is lying.

Oh. Three for the price of one.

Hi, boys.

This is Doris. My appointment.

Now, if you'll excuse us, Doris
wants to mix us a nice gin and tonic.

Mr Mackintosh...
We were just leaving.

And we won't disturb you any longer.
We were actually just leaving. Doris.

I've got to see that apartment.
No, you don't.

It's just over in the city.

And the doorknock is in Fitzroy.

Yeah, I've got to get a feel
for the scene -

how she died,
where they were standing.

Six years ago.

There won't be any feel, Matt.

Drop it.

Either you can come with me
or you can get a cab to Fitzroy.

You can get a cab or you can
come to your bloody senses

and do this doorknock.

You want to put your dick
on the chopping block,

do it in your own time.

I'm keeping mine intact.

OK.

Doorknock it is,

but I'm going to be late
for work tomorrow

so maybe you can cover for me then?

If it's not too much trouble
for your dick.

What the hell's going on?

Good morning, Mr Fendleton.
I'm from Homicide.

I know where you're from.
My caretaker called me.

What the bloody hell
are you doing up here?

You still own the apartment.
I own the whole bloody block.

And I asked you a question.

You know about Jim Conway's death?

Yes, of course I do.

Killed trying to escape.

Look, what is this? He's dead.

Surely that means this is all over
and done with now.

What if I told you
he actually killed himself?

Well, I wouldn't be surprised.

Conway was a coward.

He avoided justice for six years

and when he finally got caught
he took the easy way out.

How long do you think it'd take...
to fall from this height, Detective?

I'm sorry, sir, I know that this...

What are you doing here, Detective?

Your daughter's relationship
with Jim Conway,

did she ever talk about it?

Not to me. Why?

Was she seeing anyone else
at the time?

Suzanne and I didn't talk
about that side of things.

She appreciated her privacy.

I hardly ever came here
when she was alive

and I've avoided the place
since her death.

My wife wanted to keep this place
exactly as it was

so as she could... come here and...

..."Be with her," she said.

I had the place redecorated.

Put new tenants in
as soon as I could.

You know what she makes me do now?
The wife, that is.

Every Wednesday afternoon,

I have to take her out
to sit with Suzanne at the cemetery

because she feels more present there.

That's what the wife says.

She'll never be present to me.

She's just... gone.

Do you know Alex Zammit at all?

I made contributions
to three of his political campaigns.

I went to a few fundraisers

but he's not what I'd call
an intimate acquaintance.

So you're convinced it was Jim Conway
who killed your daughter?

So that's what this is.

What, do you think
there's some sort of doubt?

Who re-opened this case?

Look, sir, it's not exactly re-opened...

What's your name?
Show me your identification.

I don't want to put you...
Now.

Mulholland.

Waverley.
Wolfe.

Thanks for coming up,
Senior Sergeant.

Ma'am.

Mr Fendleton's been speaking
to the Assistant Commissioner

who suggested to him that we
might be able to clarify the situation.

Mmm. Of course.

This young Ryan bloke says
he wasn't officially involved in the case.

Do you just let your people
run around bailing up citizens

as and when they like, do you?

I've spoken to Detective Ryan

and he has admitted to being
somewhat overzealous.

Mr Fendleton, we're simply trying
to establish

the motive for Jim Conway's suicide.

Detective Ryan isn't officially
part of the inquiry.

So why'd he get involved?

I noticed in the case notes
the caretaker hadn't been interviewed...

The case notes were meant to be
returned to Detective Davies...

I photocopied them.
He read them.

It's like Conway
was forced to come back...

If you have any opinions,
any theories, any facts,

you will give them
to Detective Davies.

This is his investigation.

Has Zammit been interviewed yet

or are we waiting
till he retires from politics?

Detective Davies will work this
investigation any way he sees fit

and you, son, will calm down.

And you, Davies,
can wipe that smile off your face

and get upstairs to see
the Superintendent

who is waiting to be briefed
on your intended course of action.

Go.

If there's another copy of that case file
floating around, get rid of it.

In my bag.
I don't want to hear it.

Do it. Simon.

The rest of the day you are with
Mapplethorpe delivering subpoenas.

I will be instructing her
to consider you a Siamese twin -

joined at the hip.

Either that or you can
take some time off.

Why would I need to do that?
You know why.

You have an anniversary
coming up so...

I'm good, Sarge.
I don't need any time off.

Fine. Joined at the hip then.

Subpoenas. Delivery thereof.

Word is you're this far
from losing the fancy suit.

Study the humble tortoise.

What?
Pull your head in.

You ready to go?

No choice. Joined at the hip.

Jennifer? Keep him on a leash, OK?
Sure.

On your orders, are you?
Don't worry. I'm backing off.

Right. So that's why you're still
running through old notes.

Frank, what's the problem?

Is he OK?

No, just leave him where he is.
I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Got to make a detour.

Matt, I thought you said
you were backing off.

I'm supposed to be...
This isn't about Conway.

It's personal.

Arrh!
Come on.

Ah, jeez, mate.
Stop being a goose.

You're only costing young Matt money.

Dad, mate, that's enough, eh?

Mattie.
What do you think you're doing?

Where'd you spring from, mate?
Frank called me.

Frank! The bastard.

No, no, no, mate, he's just trying
to look out for you, eh?

You know it's too much booze, yeah?

It doesn't agree
with your medication.

My medication's no bloody use.
It doesn't work. Look at me.

It's alright, mate.
Just take it easy.

You know what day it is tomorrow?

You haven't forgotten?
Of course I do.

It's alright, Dad, yeah?

It's going to be alright. Just...

It's not right.
It's not bloody right!

Oh, mate.

Gee, Dad.

Look what you've done now, mate, eh?

Cut your hand. Yeah?

Sorry, mate.

You're alright.

I miss her, Mattie, I miss her.

I miss her too.

Come on, let's get you home.

He's a good bloke, young Mattie.

Sorry about this.
That's OK.

He's not a drunk.
It's his medication.

He has these... blackouts.

Mini blackouts, really.

Most of the time he's fine.

Won't be long.

Someone's coming over
to look after him.

Mum's...

...sister's...

...mother's...

...mother.

Something like that.

Italians.
It's fine, Matt.

Is that your mum?
Yeah.

It's none of my business, but...
She's dead.

Well, at least...
that's the assumption.

She disappeared.

It was, um...

...actually the last photograph
she had taken

before it happened.

How long ago?

16 years tomorrow.

Tears him up.

Worse than me, I think.

Happened on my birthday.

She was making a fennel salad, ran
out of balsamic, went down the shops.

She never came back.

I was just a kid at the time.
There was nothing I could do.

Well, maybe you're doing it now.

We need to talk.
No, you don't.

You've got subpoenas to fill in.
This won't take long.

Matt.
It's OK.

Toilet.

You think I'm bent, don't you?
I never said that.

Oh, you didn't have to.
Why else are you on the case?

Every time I talk to somebody
you've already been there.

Why didn't you formally interview
Harry Mackintosh

the first time around?

Caretaker?
I spoke to him on the night.

He told me he saw nothing.
Have you spoken to him since?

Yes. This afternoon. After you.

And what about Alex Zammit?

Get real.

The braid aren't going to let me
anywhere near a government minister.

And that suits you just fine.

You want to see how bent I am?

How'd you like to sit in
on my next interview, hmm?

Oh, jeez.
Hey.

I've been thinking
about what you said

about Conway coming back from Spain
for no good reason.

I got in touch with one of the coppers
who picked him up in London.

He said Conway wasn't surprised
when they arrested him.

It's like he knew they were coming.

How'd they get the tip-off?

Anonymous phone call - male.

Plus, Conway hadn't booked
a return flight

because he knew he wasn't going back.

So he was forced to come back here...

...and face the music
on Suzanne Fendleton.

Correct.

And there's only one bloke
I can think of

who had any interest
in seeing that happen.

And I know where to find him.

Thanks for this.

It's amazing what they can do
these days, separating Siamese twins.

I'll cover for you.

Get rid of the rest of the subpoenas.

I'd say you've got about three hours.

Thanks.

This is my gig, Ryan.

See if you can manage
to keep your mouth shut.

I haven't got a clue
what you're talking about.

I'm suggesting, Walter,

that it was you who forced Jim Conway
to come back to Australia.

And how did I do that?

Wouldn't be hard to find out where
he was living in Spain, would it?

It was pretty common knowledge.

And I've already checked,
so I know you didn't travel.

So what did you do?

Phone him?

Because we can check that out too.

What if I did phone him?

Why would I want him back here?

Because it wasn't just Suzanne's life
he took, was it?

How did you get him
to come back, Walter?

I told him in no uncertain terms
that if he didn't return to face justice,

I would do to his mother
what he did to my daughter.

Take her up to some high place,
chuck her off.

Conway's mother's in a wheelchair.

Oh, for God's sake,
I wouldn't have actually done it.

But that... that scum...
had to be punished before I died.

And how did he react to your threat?

Oh, he carried on.

Pleaded with me.

"Don't hurt her.
She's been through enough already."

But I didn't back down.

Then he started mewling on
about his innocence.

Did he offer any alternatives?

A certain government minister,
perhaps?

What, Zammit?

You're not taking that
seriously, are you?

Jim Conway killed my daughter
and now he's killed himself.

He committed suicide
to take himself out of the equation.

Because he was afraid
of the jail sentence.

Maybe.

But he was also scared
that if he told the truth

you'd think he was lying
and still carry out your threat.

With him gone there'd be no point
doing that, would there?

Did he say anything to you about
Harry Mackintosh, the caretaker?

He claimed that he knew the truth,

that... Zammit had paid him off.

But I... I didn't believe that.

I... I knew Zammit. I'd met him.

And so...

...so had Suzanne.

Well, we've got nowhere to go now.

Conway's mother deserves the truth
and we have got somewhere else to go.

What? The caretaker? You're joking.

Not if we play by Mulholland's rules.

So we don't.

Tits in the wringer time.

Oh. Back here to see Casanova,
are you?

Bit of a lad, is he - Harry?

He's on with Norma as well, you know.

Oh, here he comes,
looking very pleased with himself.

Where have you been? You and Norma
had a bit of a win, did you?

Why are you back?

Same reason I am, Harry.

We've come to take you
with us, Harry.

We know all about the deal you did
with Alex Zammit.

Well, that's preposterous.

Harry, mate...

...either you tell us the truth
and we protect you

or you wait for Zammit to realise
how ugly this is getting

and you take your chances with him.

He's been paying
for your silence so far.

Maybe now he'd be looking
for a more permanent guarantee.

I knew this'd come back
and bite me on the backside.

Did Jim Conway murder
Suzanne Fendleton?

No.

It was Alex Zammit.

I was with Conway when it happened.

We were having a smoke
when the girl came over the balcony.

Like one of these?
Yeah.

She didn't even scream, poor kid.

What was Conway doing there?

Alex Zammit was one of the pollies
he chauffeured for.

It was Zammit
who was seeing Suzanne.

She was his... bit on the side.

Why didn't you come forward, Harry?

Mate, I had nothing
my whole life. Nothing.

There I was pushing 70 and no super.

Then along comes Alex Zammit
offering to set me up.

He's a powerful man.

It was take the deal and enjoy
a comfortable retirement...

...or tell him to shove it...

...and end up somewhere at the bottom
of Port Phillip Bay.

So we're about to arrest
a senior political figure.

And Bill Mulholland
is about to have a brain snap.

You know what, Bernice?
Oh, I know.

I agree.

Stuff Mulholland.

That Matt Ryan...

...he's lucky his bluff worked.

Has he got a career death wish
of some sort?

He does what he thinks is right.

They all count.

There is one other thing, Bernice.

There always is with you, Stanley.

You get to be on the arrest
with Davies.

Thanks, Sarge.

Don't screw it up.

Sarge.

One other thing, Matt.

Don't you ever question my commitment
to this job again.

I might have to have one eye
on the politics,

the other one's always going to be
on getting to the truth,

getting it right.

For all of them.

Now you can get out.

You've got to look good if you're
going to arrest a cabinet minister.

Why don't the big ones
ever land on my plate?

Well, mate, it's a mixed metaphor.

Sometimes you actually
have to go out on a limb

to have something land on your plate.

Got the warrant.

Ready to go?
All set.

Oh, yeah, thanks for, you know...

Thanks.

I need to pee.

Jealousy does that to me.

You're not really jealous, are you?

No, no, good on him.

He's got balls.

Jesus, this is taking "one of the guys'
thing a bit too far, isn't it?

I need to ask you something.

That guy you shot.

What about him?

How did you feel?

I mean, did life just go on
as if nothing...

Well, he was a low-life junkie.

He was threatening me
with what he said

was a syringe
full of HIV-positive blood.

I'd blow him away again. No problem.

This is about the dead kid's mum
wanting to talk to you, right?

How did you know?
Simon told me.

Simon's got a big mouth.

No argument from me.

If you want my advice,
I'd say talk to the woman.

I mean, it's obvious that you have
a problem with what happened,

even if you shouldn't.

And what's talking to her
going to achieve?

You want to stop the dreams, right?

Mr Zammit! Mr Zammit!

Mr Zammit, sir, is there any truth
to these allegations?

No, of course not. It's all been
a misunderstanding and I'll be...

No! Just think about your wife.

I'm not a killer. Not like him.

I trusted you.

Alright, that's enough.
Let's go. Come on.

Mr Zammit?
Excuse me. Thank you.

I'm done for the day.

You'll be private in there.
Thanks, ma'am.

You'll be fine.

It's funny, isn't it?

When there's something
you don't want to do...

...things have a way of conspiring
to remind you

that you really should do it.

What things?

Other mothers.

Other sons.

Doesn't matter. I'm still nervous.

Well, if it's any consolation,
so is Ms Semple.

She was just talking to me.

It seems I misread her motives.

It's not a question of blame,

it's not even about closure
for her, really.

Then what is it about?

Well, she needs you to know
she forgives you, I think.

That she realises you had no choice.

Everyone has their own way
of dealing with grief.

Detective.

? There's something I'm feeling

? There's something that's wrong

? These streets are revealing

? In the early morn

? The war was last night

♪ These wounds are not healed... ♪

I can't do this anymore.

Dad.
She's not even there, Mattie.

It's just an empty space
behind that photo.

If she was there,
there'd be some point.

I'm not doing this again.

? Comes a time when we all must let go

? We were never meant to fail

♪ We were never
meant to fail. ♪