All language subtitles for Jack Irish S04E04 Last Rite 2018 Episode 4 BDRip x264 [i_c]

The air is basically just about that
forbidden illicit moment.

Did you see anyone else put money on
Crimson Tide? A woman and her daughter

on a couple of hours. Freaking bloody
cash.

I've got a story for you. I think it's
really big. There's been two deaths and

cover -up. There's more names. There's a
list.

Time to get your pen, Jack.

It's not mine.

You ain't gonna need it now, is he? I
found this list inside a pen. The name's

on the list.

I can't trace them to India. You'll need
someone on the ground. There's 18

people I need to locate in India. I need
to know if they're alive, and if

they're not, how they've died.

Yeah, I'll do it.

Hey, can I get some water?

No, I... Okay.

Right.

Thank you.

What's the population of the city of
Fitzroy now? Is it 10 ,000?

Nine and a half.

That's not even a village in India.

Take Shapura, for instance, where I'm
sitting.

Population 800 ,000 and only 1 ,747
people called Raaldev.

That many? Yeah, apparently it's the
most popular name in the entire

subcontinent, so if you have any
suggestions... Well, I don't right now.

mind if I call you back in a bit?

Sorry, are you with someone?

Well, not on the evidence.

I don't mind. I'm happy for you.

Well, I don't need your blessing. You're
the one who left me, remember?

And thank you for reminding me why.

I'm serious. I don't care. I'm not
trying to make you feel bad or anything.

What you are experiencing is the complex
human reactions to guilt and regret,

and mainly regret because I'm such a
special person and it's dawning on you

the likelihood of you finding anyone
like me again is remote.

You're missing me. I can tell. Why am I
having a discussion about a dead

relationship at exorbitant international
phone rates?

Jesus, it's like I'm right back there
again, except now I'm having a drink

the Shapura Youth Club, yes.

Like I never left Fitzroy.

Bye, Jack.

Hang on, hang on, don't go. Rahul
studied bookkeeping at Meredith

why don't you see if you can track down
any accountants named Rahul Dev.

I mean, how many can there be?

Thank you, Deckard.

Go tell that low -tongue liar.

Go tell that midnight rider.

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the
backbiter. Tell him about a life or let

down.

I thought you said you weren't going to
be a patron of mine anymore.

I just came in to finish this article I
started the other day.

Did you know that on the World Happiness
Index, Australia is ninth?

What are you doing here, Jack? The
Norwegians are on the top of the ladder.

have they got to be happy about?

Pickled herring and 340 days of rain.
Jack?

Yeah, I don't want to be a home wrecker.

Too late for that.

Philip already did a bang -up job with
his girlfriend.

And the one before her.

Right, so he knows you.

See other people, then. I haven't.

Until now?

No pressure, then.

You should be flattered.

Generally, as a rule, husbands aren't
too keen on their wives flattering other

blokes on the side.

Oh.

Philip and I agreed that when the kids
finish school, we'll get a divorce.

Yeah, on the way home from speech night.

Until then, we'll both be there in the
morning for the kids.

It's all been theoretical until now.

Well, maybe we're just overthinking it.

Occupational hazard.

How is your happiness index, by the way?

Punching well above Norway today.

Madam!

Welcome. I'm looking for Raoul.

You have the pleasure of finding him.

So relieved I found you.

I'm also relieved.

Would you like some tea?

Ah, if you... Chotu, two tea, quickly.

Please, come in.

So, immigration had you all deported
together?

Yes, the very same plane.

What did the college do?

Merit is said it was out of their hands.
They couldn't do much.

But then they handed me this degree.

Even though you had two years left of
the course?

Very unusual, but...

You know, my father spent everything he
had to send me there.

He's most proud today. I'm sure he is.

And how did you hear about the college?

Mrs. Khurana.

From Meredith.

She belongs to this area originally.

She was in all the high schools speaking
to the parents. She came here?

Yes. She told us how we could get first
class education and how we could come

back and help our families.

Chai is here.

Ah, thank you.

Are you a fan of cricket?

Not a huge fan.

Sorry, do you mind if I make a quick
call?

No, please.

Bookkeeper.

You know, bookkeeper is the only word in
English dictionary which has three

consecutive double letters.

Linda. Sorry. Any luck?

Define lucky.

Day two and no dysentery.

Well, I am currently having a selfie
with Raul Dev, the human abacus.

Who, incidentally, serves a delicious
chai. Well, thank you.

And? Say hello to Jack.

G'day, mate.

Well, it's the lady's head, so that's
good. Yeah, good for Raoul. Bad for your

conspiracy theory. Very good for Linda,
who is now going home.

What about the other names?

Listen, I'm not interested in the story
about shonky schools giving away dud

diplomas. Can you just show him the
list?

It's a dead end, Jack. Can you ask him
what he knows about the others?

This is the last paper I'm doing you,
okay?

Do you know if anything strange happened
to any of the other students?

Oh, yes.

Nithul Verma.

He was in the same plane.

But he was very sick when we landed in
Mumbai, you know?

How sick was Nithul?

I had to call for an ambulance. That
sick.

Jake, are you?

My name's Linda.

I'm a journalist from Australia. I'm
looking for Me Too.

Sure.

Me Too.

Can I speak with Me Too, please?

Me too.

Me too. Me too. Me too.

Has anyone ever died from lavender fumes
before?

From Stella's pillowcase.

Is the hood absolutely necessary?

Absolutely not, but Harry's got a beard
in his bonnet, so let's just leave it at

that, all right?

Step over. Step up. Yep.

Straight ahead.

Apologies for the cloak and dagger, a
necessary precaution.

This is the inner sanctum of the racing
world. We have to protect our anonymity.

Yeah, I've met everyone here thousands
of times before, Harry.

Today, we're incognito. No one in this
room has a name.

Harry.

Jack. Dougie. Cam.

Cheryl.

Ray. Terry.

Troubling times.

That's why we're here.

It's hardly a meeting of the five
families, though, is it?

There's trouble brewing and it's my duty
to put it right.

That's why the fates have recalled me to
the sport.

Gentlemen, Cheryl, our sport is in
crisis. The integrity of racing

is in jeopardy. Oh, not the integrity.

There's a line you don't cross.

A code... that binds us in a fellowship
of men and Cheryl.

But there's one menace who not only
flaunts the regulations of racing, but

breaks even the unspoken rules.

And he needs to be brought into line.

Mr. Ricky Kirsch.

Or more recently, Mrs.

Sick Bastard. And like a cane toad,
Ricky has snuck across the border to

again poison our industry.

So far it's just weekday races, nobbling
winners, fiddling weights, just so he

can push his nags up into the winner's
circle.

I mean, he's already fitted up Dougie
and Colin.

I've got done for a drug I can't even
say.

Yeah, Cavalli's walking around like the
Fonz, two broken thumbs.

He can't even wipe his own arse. In the
meantime, Kirsch has skimmed 20 large

and dodgy bets.

So tell Cynthia what you know and let
the stewards handle it.

If you want to uphold the law, sometimes
you have to go outside it. So we'll

have him clipped.

No, not that far outside the law,
Cheryl. Not yet.

Well, it's not as expensive as you might
think.

It's got to be something you won't
forget.

Well, he'd remember that.

What I want to know is where all this is
leading.

Well, he's built into a big payday.

Yeah, exactly.

When we find out what it is, we'll hit
him where it hurts. Right in the bank

accounts.

Sooner or later, the cane toad's ego is
going to get the better of him. He'll be

trying to fix a group one and then just
bet the house.

So how do we know which race he's going
to hit?

Well, we're going to shadow him, and
we're going to bug his home.

So, everyone in? Of course. Is it the
point where perhaps a legal opinion

come in handy?

No, not really.

In hindsight, probably a mistake getting
you here so early on.

Oh, you think?

Now, forget everything you've heard.

Let that pillow slip there, Ken.

Yep.

Got you here.

Is that you, Gus?

Gus!

Rack off, you perv!

Can you

type

this for me?

Look, I'm not up with all these
newfangled gadgets.

There used to be a time when you just
watched it when it was on or you missed

it, you know.

Hard cheese.

Made it special.

It's not special.

There we are.

Fitzroy's last game at the G.

Who wins?

It's not about who wins, love.

This will help you camouflage the
gristle.

You must do this a lot.

No. This is the first time I've seen
inside his place.

It's not that sort of relationship.

No.

You disappeared.

Yep.

You didn't tell me where you were going.
I looked everywhere.

No need.

Well, good. We're back to monosyllables.

That was two.

Can we just stop all this bullshit?

She had a wedding ring.

The woman you had sex with the other
night?

Uh, yeah, well, that's sort of
complicated.

Sure. Her marriage is pretty much over.

Yeah, nice excuse.

Dad's favorite.

I actually went to your dad's place.

Thought you might have gone there.

Didn't ask you to do that.

Well, I got worried.

Didn't ask you to do that either.

Listen, I'll do you a deal, okay?

You can sleep here whenever you want,
and I can sleep with whoever I want,

whenever I want.

But if someone's going to stay over,
I'll try and give you a heads up. What's

the catch?

The catch is if you're not going to come
home, you let me know, okay?

Yeah, I'll think about it.

I've already left a bunch of messages
for your CEO, Philip Quinn. Listen, the

university told me that the Next Horizon
Foundation was funding Martin Reed's

research.

Yes, I'm aware he's away on a seminar.
Can we just maybe make an appointment

when he gets back from the seminar?

Great, thank you. I will be there.

Walking dead.

Sorry.

It's about 4am.

I'm lying there freezing my moves off
and there's a light dew starting to form

on my face when suddenly it comes to me
like a bolt from heaven, my road to

Damascus. It's not about the hole in the
ground, Jack. It's about the shovel.

Right, so the secret to life is in a
rusty gardening tool.

It's a metaphor.

Life throws all sorts of shit at you,
but you'll be fine so long as you've got

big enough shovel.

You know, with my eyes closed, that
could be pleasure.

Important, important point, mate.

Hi. Very shabby chic.

More shabby than chic.

Yeah, well, I'm, you know, waiting for
the multi -million dollar fit -out to be

completed. If you are still interested,
I wake up at 6 .45 five days a week. I

make adequate school lunches, better
breakfast, drive the kids to school and

manage to get to work on time most days.
I take the kids to sports three nights

a week and on Saturday mornings.

Are you...

Starting to get a picture of my
glamorous life.

I certainly get that you have a family
and I don't. So if we are going to have

sex again, and I would very much like
that, I have limited time.

I can do Tuesday evenings from 8, 10,
30.

Thursday afternoons are a possibility
and Friday nights are good.

But only after 9.

So no sleepovers?

Not how I prefer it, no.

But it is what it is.

I don't need an answer straight away.

I've got to get back to work.

Bye. Okay, bye.

I've written those times down if you
need them.

Hello, my name is Peter.

Hello, my name is Peter.

Hello, my name is Stanley.

He's learning Mandarin.

It's a language, not a fruit.

It's all great to me.

I am from Australia.

I am from Australia.

I am from Australia.

Full steam out here, Jack.

Yeah, yeah, I can see.

Got the flights booked and I'm learning
Mandarin so I can surprise Cherry in a

native tongue.

Isn't she from Guangdong?

Yeah, why?

They speak Cantonese there, don't they?

No, no, she speaks Chinese.

Can I have a beer and a mineral water?

Right, will do. I'll just turn the
internet off.

Beer and a mineral water.

Ni hao.

Oh, I forget the second bit.

Well, it's official.

Water's more expensive than beer.

Can't put a price on your health, Jack.

Did you find out any more information on
my John Doe?

Yeah, it's all about drugs.

Based on ten minutes of exhaustive
investigation, you've determined it's

about drugs?

No, based on it, it's always about
drugs.

Well, I may be able to shed some more
light on things.

Go on.

He's a research scientist.

Well, fucking bingo.

What do they tell you?

Titus. Who do you think puts all the
chemical shit on the streets? Oh, he was

leading biochemist called Martin Reid.

Really?

Leading biochemist, eh? Bugger me.

Do you know all this? Yeah, of course I
know all this.

You know what? I would have known
quicker if you hadn't have withheld

information that was vital to my
investigation.

I just kind of wonder what else you're
holding on to.

Nothing. That's it, though.

Can I give you some advice?

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

Look for...

For someone to get whacked in broad
daylight, they've got to be into some

serious shit, which has you one degree
of separation from said shit.

These guys don't play by pub rules,
Jack.

Yeah.

That's all you had on him, which is a
mystery key and ten bucks.

Don't know what the keys are for.

It's probably from an old car, doesn't
it?

Doesn't matter if it's from the fucking
Spaceship Challenger.

It's still all about drugs.

Come on, reach in.

Ma 'am, please sit for two minutes.

I'll give you your paper.

You could... Thank you.

I'm very sorry, but your friend is no
longer with us.

Not for several years now.

Do you know where she might have gone?

Nowhere. She has passed away. Disease.

Very sorry.

Why don't we die?

I'm afraid patient records are
completely confidential, ma 'am. Unless

family... I have some other friends that
I believe may have been here around the

same time.

Are you a colleague of Mr. Martin?

Who's Mr. Martin?

A man who was here last year. He showed
me a list just like this. How long will

it take? I want to get this bill cut.

Ma 'am, wait in line for two minutes.
I'm getting it done.

Sorry.

He showed me a list just like this too.
Oh, what was he doing here?

Well, he was an Australian just like
you. Oh. He was here for some special

research. Right, the others on this
list, do you know anything about them? I

mean, maybe they were patients here too,
I think.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid most of your
friends have passed away.

Passed? What's wrong?

I'm not supposed to tell you anymore.

I know, and you've been so helpful.

Do you know, I might actually be able to
get an autograph because my cousin went

out with a sane woman, so... They

seem to have died with dengue fever.

Things were really bad those days in
Mumbai.

Especially with the early rains.

How many on the list are dead?

This one, Mahendra Kapoor.

This one, Neerja Singh.

This one, Salchit Kumar.

Hey, fellas. Jack.

Stan won't pour Norm a beer anymore.

That's like he never existed.

Yeah, careful, or I'll cut you two off
as well. What, after 43 years of loyal

patronage? Just pour them out a beer
with you, Stan. No, I'm not serving

two any more beers until they sort out
what's happening with the stool.

I'm bleeding beer here, Jack. Come on,
it's my show.

You know he's going to try and kick us
all out.

What? They've got the shits because for
the first time in my life, I'm thinking

about my own happiness.

I'm following my heart, Jack. Moving to
China to be with my cherry.

I thought you were just going over there
to surprise her. Yeah, yeah, by moving

there. There's a real estate bloke
coming this week, putting his pub on the

market.

And you don't think that's the right...
That's just the thing, Jack.

I've never done anything rash, not in 40
years.

Whereas before it was all...

grimy fog and now all I see is just blue
skies and possibility.

Yeah. You may want to check the smog
warning before you go to China.

You'll never listen to reason, selfish
bastard.

Shut up.

Hey, Jack.

Say, yeah, I just wanted to pick your
brain and get a professional opinion on

something. All care and no
responsibility.

I'm looking into this scientist who was
shot in front of me in Carlton. Oh,

that's Pilates for you?

Dinner and a show?

Barry Tregear has been pegged as a drug
cook, but I'm not buying it.

Why not?

He's been living out of his van for the
past two years for a start.

Well, he could have pissed someone off.
Someone at the food chain.

Maybe.

He's connected to this dodgy college in
the city somehow, and there's Indian

students who keep having psychotic
episodes and popping themselves.

It's never just straightforward with
you, is it, Jack?

Never a meat and three veg murder.

And it started with a courier company.

And you want my professional opinion.

That's what I'm not paying you for.

Barry's right.

It's drugs.

I mean, you look at it.

You've got a chemist, you've got a mob
cafe, India, you've got uni students

tripping out.

It all says drugs to me.

Was it a bike courier?

Yeah.

So? Oh, come on, Jack.

You've never got a special delivery from
a bike courier before?

No. Is that a thing? It's a classic.

Go couriers.

Yeah, I need a delivery.

Pick up address?

No, I need to order a delivery, a
special delivery.

A friend of mine said to call you.

Hold on.

Who's this?

Hi, my name's John.

A friend of mine, Martin Reid, said that
you do special deliveries. I used to

order directly with him, but... I see.

OK, well, we can sort you out.

COD? Yeah.

But we don't deliver to houses or flats.

You sure it's working?

I'm sure.

Batteries aren't flat or anything? No,
Harry.

For someone who likes the sound of his
own voice, Rick's not talking much.

Here.

Instant.

We're not heathens.

Come on, Selina. Quick, love.

The tablet's kicking in.

Oh, yeah.

What's going on?

Finally. Maybe we'll get some pillow
talk.

Oh, no. What goes on between a man and a
woman is private business.

You've got no respect for the sanctity
of the boudoir. The bedroom's where

everything comes out.

Geez, he got out of the gates quickly.

There's some things you don't need to
hear.

People having relations is on top of the
list.

Turn it off.

I don't think I can take anymore.

Man's a sex addict.

On the kitchen table, for God's sake.

Someone's got to eat off that.

Cynthia!

What a lovely surprise.

Hello, Harry.

Everyone.

Looks like a Jaguar convention out the
front.

Oh, you know, I love just a few old
punters chewing the oats.

Need butcher's paper for that, do you?

I hear Ricky Kirsch is back in town.

That's so.

Well, I hadn't heard.

New camp?

No, we're quite on the western front.

Also heard that you might be planning
something special for him.

Now, where would you hear something like
that?

Little mouse.

Or a little rat, more like.

Come on, Harry.

I'm not some mug punter.

He's a menace to the game.

Someone needs to step into the breach
for the sake of racing.

Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

And then cometh the lifetime racing
bear.

You have a race named after you, Harry.
Don't put that at risk.

Then let's work together like horse and
jockey.

On who'd be riding who?

I'm a steward now.

I took an oath to protect the integrity
and good name of racing in the state,

not join a lynch mob.

Well, a lynch mob was never our plan A.

No, not plan A.

You have to leave Kirstie with us,
Harry. We've been watching him for

I don't want you lot compromising our
investigation.

If Ricky smells a rat, you know what
he's capable of.

Now, all of you, get in your jags and go
home. Meeting adjourned.

Correct wait, sir.

Only because of the deep respect I have
for your office.

Right, back to the camp.

Can't take your mouth shut, can you,
Dougie?

Your soul is a pound of butter in the
sun.

You not joining me?

No, I've already done my exercise for
the morning.

Did a couple of laps of the missus.

Here you go.

Cheers. I just thought I'd keep in the
loop with that guy you met but had never

heard of.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, we found his van. It was parked
around the corner from Belotti's.

Someone broke into it.

Oh.

Any idea who?

Yeah.

The culprit's known to police. Well, to
this cop in particular.

This criminal mastermind left a print.

on the door when he or she popped the
lock.

I was very careless of her.

Yeah, yeah, it was. Yeah, I hope he or
she didn't lift anything from the scene

because that would be a criminal
offence.

I hope she didn't do that.

Yeah, I hope she didn't because that
would piss me off more than almond milk

lattes.

Yeah, understandably.

You wouldn't know anything about this
Sheila Martin was playing hide -the

-tube with, would you?

No.

No, of course not.

Well, I tell you what, if you see this
woman that broke into Reid's car, just

let her know that she's walking a very
thin line, yeah?

I'm talking, like, cigarette paper thin.

Yeah, OK.

Irish. So, you still on schedule?

Ahead even. Oh, sorry about that.

Well, looks like you've got time for
lunch now.

Well, I'm happy to be of service.

Hmm.

I thought the no commitment thing might
appeal to you.

Well, you lone wolf types, you love a
secret rendezvous. Oh, yeah.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

We've all got secrets.

We're all flawed.

Some people, they know it and they admit
it. No, they've been their whole lives

in denial.

Right. And which are you?

Oh, I'm talking about you, Jack.

I'm perfect.

Oh. Is that just the professional
opinion?

My mum died when I was young.

My dad and I were very close. So it's
been me for a long time. I was running

house at 15.

And that...

Is the end of today's session, Mr.
Irish?

Listen, I can commit, you know.

Oh, that's good to know.

I'm going to get dressed and I'm going
to meet you a singer.

A singer?

Mm -hmm.

Philip's away on business for a few
days.

We could do another lunchtime, right?

Three days in a row.

Dad, is that you?

No, it's Quasimodo.

Who's here?

I thought you were at the office.

Well, I'm back.

This is Jack. Jack, this is my father. I
can still speak.

Jack Irish.

Thornton Finch.

So, are you two in love, or just
fucking... Charming, Dad.

Well, I can see I am superfluous to
need.

Fix your makeup before you go out.

What do you want on your sandwich?

Just the same as you.

So now what?

Now we wait for our courier.

How long have you had this place then?

I suppose ten years.

Unbelievable. Well, for a black fella.

No, for a nice echo apartment.

Jack, I don't think I can hit this one.

Shakti.

What's going on?

Let me ask you something.

Your boss, Ryan Newbecker, he's dealing
drugs out of that career company, isn't

he?

We can't protect you.

If he had anything to do with Eddie or
Lakshmi's death, you want him to pay,

yeah? What good will that do them?

Well, it might prevent it happening to
our students.

Ryan looks after all the deals
personally.

GBH mainly.

How do we order?

You need a code word.

My lady.

What the fuck? Shut up.

What's the passcode?

How's fuck off then? What's the
passcode?

9999.

Here we go. All right.

This one can hurt, hey?

Fuck!

Now that evens things up.

Now start answering the man's questions.

Was Martin Reid cooking GBH for Ryan
Newbecker? Who?

I don't know any Martin.

Really.

Where was Ryan's lab? I can't tell you
that.

What do you do to me?

I'd concentrate on the present moment if
I were you. Yeah, we've been very nice

before. So now where is his lab? Fuck
off.

Novel form of transport.

You know that drug courier?

He was either loyal as a dog or shit
scared because nobody lasts three

Meet me at the factory.

Now!

Closer? Closer.

Well, that's just a step up from your
average kitchen, isn't it?

You couldn't overstate.

No?

Well, that explains the hurts.

You don't think... Shall we open it?

We? You do it.

That's taboo for me.

Just do it quickly.

Like a band -aid.

Oh, interesting hidey hole.

Toe tag.

What, what you looking for?

Hands where we can see them.

Now you, you're going to tell me who
you're working for and what the fuck it

you're doing trespassing on my property.

Watch me, Agarwal.

What? I'm working for the girl who was
in this coffin.

What's it doing here?

You ever tried getting rid of an empty
coffin?

Raised a few eyebrows.

Turns out they're perfect for
transporting chemicals.

What cop's going to pull over a hurt?

That was you who picked up her body from
the funeral parlor. I don't know. Was

it? Well, she clearly wasn't cremated.

Where's her body?

You're a fucking nosy prick, you know
that?

Put them up, lads. Brendan.

What are you doing here?

Mind of my word, Jack.

I still feel bad about Belotti's.

You've been following me since then.

Yeah, well, I've been fitting in around
work.

Just as well this didn't happen on a
Thursday between 11 and 3.

Mondays are tricky, too.

The rash is not really clearing up, is
it?

Not too bad if side effects go.

Last test I did, my glands were up for
about three weeks. You can probably put

your hands down now, Jack.

Can we make ourselves scarce?

Hang on one sec.

Listen.

After you picked up her body from the
coroner, where did you take it? Hey!

I'm not getting paid for this. I'm doing
it for pleasure.

Where's her body?

You're going to have to shoot me.

That's the guy.

Take the rest of the day off, boys.

Hi,

babe. Hi.

Why don't you tell Linda about the
picture you drew?

Fatma drew a picture today, didn't you?

This is you, Linda, and this is me,
happy.

Well, you certainly captured the essence
of your subject.

And their underlying reality.

But this person, who is that? He's very,
very handsome. Who is this?

Is that you?

Of course it is.

You're silly.

Yes, I am.

You know, before we go, I think we
should tell Linda how much we miss her.

We miss you.

I miss you, too.

Bye, Linda.

Bye.

We love you.

Yeah, I've got the cord thingy. Where
does it go in? On the left -hand side,

long thin hole.

I've tried that. It won't go.

You know chimpanzees can do this?

Something's blocking it.

No, no, no, really. They can.

They don't even need training. They
think it's from generations of chimps

watching scientists study them with
cameras and computers.

Yeah, well, that's fascinating.

Next time I'll call Jane Goodall. Why
won't it go in?

Turn the plug over. I've turned the plug
over.

It's just... It's working.

How many photos of your feet, Jack?
Five.

Namaste. I'm glad you called. I've been
to the hospital in Mumbai.

What did you find out?

Is it not what I mean? What? I say I've
been to the hospital, and your first

reaction is not, are you all right?

Well, are you all right?

It's too late, Jack. It's always too
late.

What should I ask now?

It's possible I may have been wrong
about this story.

How so?

The hospital confirmed that four more of
the kids are dead, and last year there

was an...

and someone who was at the hospital
asking after them. Oh, that's got to be

Martin Reid. I met him just before his
funeral.

Natural causes?

Not particularly. He gave me this list
of students.

Hey, all the A's on the list, they're
all dead, right?

A's.

Yeah, I see that.

Yeah, well, Lakshmi was an A.

Raoul, the accidental accountant's a P,
and he's alive.

So what do A's and P's stand for? I have
no idea. I just know which one I'd

rather be.

The hospital said they all died of
dengue fever.

Doesn't that make your brain swell up
and bleed?

Yeah, in severe cases.

Maybe there'll be something more in
their autopsies.

Do you reckon you can get hold of them?
I'm seeing the coroner tomorrow.

I'm calling security.

Miss Elia, if I meant to harm you, it
would be already done.

What do you want?

I hope you don't mind, but I took the
liberty of preparing myself a drink from

bar fridge.

I have to say that the prices seem very
inflated, even for a hotel.

Can I offer you something? I don't want
a drink. I want you to get out.

You're right to be anxious.

I was paid by a third party to kill you.

But not enough.

Everyone wants a bargain here.

Is that the best price?

How much for two?

There is no appreciation for
craftsmanship or experience.

Coming from a dying industry like
yourself, you would understand.

So their budget only buys them a stern
warning.

There's a flight to Manila tomorrow
morning via Hong Kong.

I checked and they have seats.

Leave the hotel and go directly to the
airport.

And you're not to go back to the
hospital or to the coroner.

What?

Go home, Miss Elliot.

Go home to Fat Man Hotel.

I'm not changing my mind, Jack. I'm in a
taxi on the way to the airport. No, I

wouldn't want you to. Are you all right?
Well, clearly he meant to frighten me,

and it worked.

I'll never forgive myself if anything
happened to you.

I'm... I'm okay. I'm just a bit shaken
up.

There was something.

He warned me not to go to the coroner.
He was very specific about that.

You were the only person I told I was
planning to go there, sir. That's a

coincidence. Maybe they were tapping our
phones.

Well, I don't know how. The only time
mine's not with me is when I'm in the

shower or if I'm locked in the boot of a
car in the middle of nowhere.

What are you going on about?

Uh, nothing.

I better go.

I think you might be right.

Bye bye.

Turn the TV down.

Count me in. Call the JAG convention.

Blinkers are off.

Jack, isn't it?

Yeah. Philip.

Can I get you a coffee or a water?

No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Good. You're a hard man to track down.

Not -for -profit conference.

Earnest Affairs, where charities get
together for a week in a five -star

talking about how cash -strapped they
all are.

Sounds like money well spent.

So you mentioned to Sophie something
about Martin Reed.

Yeah. Are you aware that he died
recently?

Yeah, I saw it on the news.

I didn't recognise him at first, but
then the police came by.

But you're not with the police?

No, I was sitting opposite him when he
got shot, and I'm just trying to make

sense of it all. I know he works for
you.

Not exactly. We provided him with a
grant to do his research.

Have you got any contact for him, you
know, next of kin, that sort of thing?

Somebody beginning with K, by any
chance?

Sadly, no.

K or otherwise.

I pulled his file for the police, and
they seemed to think it was something to

do with drugs.

You know, like ice, GBH, all that new
chemical stuff.

Oh, so he was making crystal meth for
you.

That would certainly solve our cash flow
issues, but no, he was conducting

research. Into what?

Oh, I couldn't tell you. It's before my
time.

It'll be something to do with mice.

You don't want to know how many millions
we've tipped into improving the life

expectancy of mice over the years. Don't
researchers have to publish their

results, though?

Ordinarily, yes.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Martin made off with our grant money.

disappeared off the face of the earth.

Until now.

And you didn't try to recover it?

Not that simple, Jack.

95 % of what we fund goes nowhere.

It's like swinging at a pinata with a
blindfold on.

You can spend five years researching a
new miracle drug for lowering

and it turns out it also gives you
diabetes.

The truth is it wasn't worth chasing,
Martin.

It represented such a small percentage
of what we give away every year all over

the world.

And if Martin was before your time, then
who was in charge then?

My father -in -law, Thornton Finch.

There's no point talking to him, though.
He's not long for this world.

The big Z.

Oh, right.

Sorry to hear that.

It was taken at our holiday house in
Portsea, a place that's falling about

ears, but that's exactly why we like it.

Yeah, it's like fun.

We just had the best summer of our lives
down there.

Wish it was always like that.

Well, I've taken off enough of your
time. I'll let myself out.

This is day 17.

It is beginning.

Bye.