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The death of Steve Blakely's wife

has shocked the state,
and the burning question is,

were his actions deliberate or accidental?

Observers in the packed courtroom

were surprised by several heated exchanges

between the Coroner and
a clearly distressed Blakely,

who refused to concede
it was an act of mercy.

Experts from each side took
a backseat as the arguments...

Many of
Blakely's critics

say the criminal justice system

will treat a high ranking police officer

more leniently than an ordinary citizen.

Nonetheless, amid demands
for his immediate dismissal,

Assistant Commissioner
Steven Blakely remains on leave

until the Coroner's findings
are published.

But this is one more scandal

the government would like to end quickly,

and one of the most highly
respected investigators

in the State may soon find
his career in tatters.

Janet!

Are you sure it's in here?
I can't see it!

It must be in there somewhere.

Are you sure?

What are you doing with
your phone in here, anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

I was trying to clean up...

Here's your ride.

Ah, here it is.

I'll sort all this.
Go, go!

- Good-luck talisman?
- They'll still be here tonight.

I have to go.

Be a grown up.

Yes. You do.

- Now.
- Right, yes. Okay.

- Got all your court stuff?
- Yes.

Hey.

- Sorry about the short notice.
- That's all right.

It's been a while since I've
worn anything except trackies.

You look fabulous,
after a year with the bubs.

Janet, wait!
Forgot something.

- I thought I had that.
- Well, it was on the floor.

A little hand must have gone exploring.

Did someone want to try on
Mummy's curly hair, did they?

Who was that, I wonder?
Come on, 'fess up.

Come here, sweetheart.
Want to come here?

One final goodbye, yes?

- Mmm...
- Mama.

Um, we should really...

Yeah, all right.
Go to Mama.

Hope it goes well.

Text me with updates, yeah?

Of course we will.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye...

So whose case am I taking over?

Uh, Geoff Green.

He called in this morning
with whooping cough.

- How long are we adjourning for?
- Um, we're not.

- Directions hearing?
- Nope. First day of the trial.

I'm starting a trial with no preparation?

It's pretty straightforward.

Nothing's straightforward.
Not in my life. Not anymore.

- What's he like?
- Who?

The accused, Alex Moreno.

Average. Normal.

Normal? He was grooming a 13-year-old girl for sex.

There's nothing normal about that.

- Hmm.
- 13, God!

We'll be fine.

You should meet Caroline.

- Hi.
- Hey, Erin.

Detective Caroline Martin,
Janet King.

- You're the new Geoff.
- That's me.

So we're going ahead, no more delaying?

- Nope.
- Good.

Been after this bastard for years.

So when you first joined that chat room, you, um...

You knew who you were targeting?

Absolutely.

And in the chat room,
Constable Martin,

did you post many messages yourself?

One or two, mainly just agreeing with something

one of the others had said...
They were pretty short.

So nothing directly to Mr Moreno,

no question or invitation?

- No.
- Why not?

Well, groomers are looking
for vulnerability.

You want to appear shy and innocent,

so I logged on as Sophie...

Who had the profile of a 13-year-old girl?

Objection.

I'm aware that you've been
changing nappies

for the last year,
Madam Crown,

but certain rules of advocacy,
such as not leading the witness,

are still part of the Evidence Act.

Yes, Your Honour.
I withdraw the question.

Uh, Constable Martin, when you logged on as Sophie,

what information about her was available

to the other people in the chat room?

They thought that she was
a 13-year-old schoolgirl.

And then?

- I waited.
- Just waited?

The quieter you are,
the more attractive a target.

I did nothing and he made contact.

And all subsequent communication

between Sophie and Mr Moreno

is the full transcript in Exhibit A,

Your Honour, which I tendered earlier...

Yes, which you have already tendered, yes.

I haven't forgotten.
I still have all my faculties.

I have no further questions,
Your Honour.

- Mr. Bernard?
- No further questions.

You're excused,
Constable Martin.

Your Honour, if the court pleases...

The court is rather peckish,
in fact, Mr Bernard.

What say you put your no-case submission,

if that's what it is, after lunch?

Actually, I will be asking the court's permission

to call a witness after lunch,
Your Honour.

Really?
Rather late in the day

for that piece of news, isn't it?

I want to call the defendant,

- Mr Moreno.
- Very well.

Your Honour, my learned colleague cannot

just spring a witness
on us without proper notice.

It is the accused,
Madam Crown.

It's hardly pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

We'll break for lunch and resume at two.

All rise.

Did we have any idea about this?

What did he tell the police?

When we first dragged him in, he was on about being an artist.

That was his excuse.

Says he was making a photographic record

of the journey between

innocence to maturity, or some crap like that.

Well, then his lawyer turned up,

told him to put a sock in it.

In the circumstances, if you want my opinion,

that's the line they'll run with.

- Ha-hey, welcome back!
- Thank you, Richard.

Great office.
I'll miss it.

Nice to be on the same team, at last.

- Owen Mitchell.
- Janet King.

Hey, uh, Tony wants a word.
You got a couple of minutes?

- Mm.
- Take care of that?

Sorry.
Apparently I have to run.

- That's Chief Superintendent...
- Jack Rizzoli.

Yes, Erin introduced us.

- What is he?
- What, you mean...

Nationality, sexual orientation?

I mean, what squad?
Fraud, vice?

He was boss of the Intel Directorate.

Now Acting Head of State Crime Command.

Got the nod when Steven Blakely
had to step down.

- Oh, you heard about Blakely?
- This morning.

Shit! I need to express.

Moreno could claim he
and Sophie never even met.

It doesn't matter, does it?

As long as he incited a minor
to commit a sexual act,

- that's all we have to prove.
- Did he?

He sent her a text
telling her to masturbate

- before the photo shoot.
- Okay, that's pretty conclusive.

He can't he say it wasn't him
who sent the text, can he?

There was a call from the same phone

- to his wife 20 seconds later.
- Good.

Of course, if you're saying
he's an artist,

he might claim he was trying
to encourage his model

to have a greater sense
of adult confidence.

Mm, so he wasn't seeking
any gratification at all?

"No, Your Honour, I was simply
trying to relax

a nervous subject before an
important artistic endeavour."

You still sent the text.

"But I was only trying
to get the best photo.

- It was all for art."
- It's still no defence.

Did he send the text?
Yes.

Is masturbation a sexual act? Yes.

He can rave about art
till he's blue in the face,

but the fact is, that is all we need.

What are you staring at?

Um, is that okay?
It's just a bit watery.

Yes, that's because I am not,
in fact, a cow.

The Coroner's report just landed.

He's recommended charges.

Against Steve?

Under that new legislation,
assisted suicide.

Shit.

Course, you don't have to accept

- his recommendations.
- Imagine how that'd look.

Well, it's not gonna
look good either way, is it?

Arrest him, you're betraying
a friend and role model.

Don't arrest him,
you're protecting a mate.

Is this helping?

Eh, don't suppose it is, really, is it?

What a bloody joke!

Do they realise what this
man has done for this State?

His wife was dying, for God's sake!

And they really want him charged?

Although if we do charge him,

doesn't mean that you have
to agree to proceed, does it?

Helping our newfound friends

in Crime Command is one thing,
but let's see the brief

before we start assessing our options.

Nonetheless, it is an option,
theoretically.

Theoretically,
but we're both accountable here.

Neither of us think a man
like Steve Blakely

should end up in jail, though, do we?

We both can agree on that.

Well, I don't think he should, no.

But we can't rort the system

just to get a particular outcome.

Did I say "rort"?
I didn't say "rort".

Why don't we just leave it
to a jury and let it run?

I'd do it.

You'd prosecute Blakely?

I handled both assisted suicide
matters last year,

I know the case law.

It's one of the rare times you
can do your job as a prosecutor

and have to not call
for the defendant's blood.

Yes, the law was broken,

but it was a dying wish and all for love.

We get the right judge
and everything is sweet.

I mean, he'll get a bond,
but that's the end of it.

No need for any real punishment.

Works for all of us, doesn't it?

Can you state your
full name for the court, please?

Alexander Moreno.

Mr Moreno, you are charged
with inciting a minor

to commit a sexual act.

Yes.

- Did you?
- No.

And why can you say that?

Because I knew that she was an adult.

Right from the beginning?

Yes.

Thank you.

How are we going,
Madam Crown?

- Any questions for the witness?
- Yes, Your Honour.

Would you care to share them with us?

Yes, Your Honour.

I just, um... Ahem.

Mr Moreno, when you were online
on the... On the 27th,

and Sophie first joined the chat room,

there were six users logged on.

- Yes.
- And one of the others,

not you, asked Sophie how old she was.

Correct.
Ben asked her.

And she answered "13", didn't she?

- Yes.
- So you thought she was 13.

- No.
- No? Why?

Do you just assume people lie,
is that what you're saying?

No, because Ben's next question
was, "Where are you?"

and she typed, "Home alone, parents out."

- So?
- Well, Ben's also 13.

We all knew that.
He logged on often.

So just because Ben's 13,
you knew Sophie wasn't?

I'm sorry, do you expect the court

to believe that sort of gibberish?

No.

Teenagers don't use the word "parents".

Well, not to each other, anyway.

I know. I have a 15-year-old,
and I've watched her.

If Sophie was 13 and she was real,

she would have typed "parentals"

or "rentals" or "rents".

So I looked at all that
and I thought, "You're not 13".

Yet, I mean, you and Sophie
stayed in contact for months,

and never questioned her age.

You kept on asking about young models

for an exhibition you were doing
on the loss of innocence.

Sure.

Well, I put it to you
that you're lying to us,

and that you did believe that she was 13.

No, I didn't.

This photo was to be the last in a series.

Me and an adult.

My loss of innocence in believing

that you can just take online
conversations at face value.

So why did you ask her
to masturbate before the shoot?

That was a joke.

Should we ease back
on your workload, perhaps?

Oh, just for your first few weeks.

No, no, no special treatment.

You sure? It's obviously not
quite like falling off a bike.

I'm fine thanks, Tracey.

Is that the warrant?

For immediate execution,
I was told.

Where is he?

He's with Maya and Drew,

up at North Head with Sally's ashes.

Her body wasn't released
until after the inquest,

so they're up there saying
goodbye to her right now.

To hell with immediate execution.

I'm not going to arrest him there.

When he gets home.
I'll see him then.

Might all take a few hours,
I'm sorry.

That's okay.
Just wake me.

We shouldn't waste a good week.

Nice...

Yeah.

Handy having this so close, huh?

- Oh, hello.
- Bit of a tough day in the end.

They pulled a bit of a swifty.

Yeah, but we've still
got closing addresses,

so all is not lost.

Might come and listen to them.

By all means.

It must be a slow day for policing

if the head of Crime Command
wants to hang around the courts.

Part of my previous job with Intel.

Convictions were getting harder, you know,

all that work coming down to nothing,

so word came down from the top that we

had to start working a little
bit closer with the DPP.

Lucky you.

- Boy and a girl?
- Twins.

Twins? You seem so calm and relaxed.

Only to the untrained eye.

Mr King must be a very supportive husband.

Actually, I don't have a Mr King, uh...

- Sorry.
- No, it's fine.

I do have...

It's my mother.
Yeah.

I'm cooking for her tonight, and, uh,

she wants to make sure
I've got everything.

- Once a mum, always a mum.
- Yeah, heh.

One more. That's it.

I couldn't get them in sync today.

- Is there a trick to it?
- Blind luck.

Okay, that's good.
I'll stop feeling so inadequate.

Can you be home by five on Wednesday?

Yeah, um, Wednesday.

- Pilates, remember?
- Oh. Yep, sure.

- Good boy. Come on.
- Come on, darling.

How was your day?

Um, challenging.

We had a paedophile who was posing as...

Just ignore him... Punishment
will be counterproductive.

...who was posing as an artist.

He knows it's wrong.
He's just trying to test me.

Sorry. What?

Is punishment counterproductive?

That's actually quite a big statement.

It all depends on the context,
I suppose.

Let's just try and distract him.

Mm, yum.
You are brilliant.

You wouldn't say that
if you saw me in court today.

Oh, give me a break.
Day one.

Nothing seemed to quite... Fit.

- Do you want me to...
- No, are you kidding?

She's settled.

Do you want to talk about work?

Later.

We might watch some TV.
We'll keep the volume down.

- Night-night.
- Goodnight.

What's on TV?

Well, Assistant Commissioner
Blakely

was, uh, very cooperative,

as you'd expect.

Will he be pleading guilty?

Uh, well, that's a question

for the Assistant Commissioner
and his lawyers.

So he hasn't made any indication

of his intention to plead?

Uh, no.
No, he hasn't,

which is entirely appropriate

considering the circumstances.

Assistant
Commissioner Steven Blakely

first came to prominence in the mid-1980s

with several high profile
underworld arrests.

He then transferred to
the National Crime Authority,

where he was responsible for
the seizure of illegal drugs

with a street value
of more than 200 million...

- Who's looking at it?
- Richard.

Oh, good. He needs a bit
of real world pressure.

Have you assigned a crown yet?

I thought you might want to be consulted.

Oh, whatever you think.
I'm impartial.

Anyone in particular
I should impartially favour?

No. Yes. No.

Yes or no?

Maybe not Owen Mitchell.

- Not Owen?
- Too close to Jack Rizzoli.

Oh, I thought we were now in favour

of closer ties with the police.

I was, am, but I'm beginning to sense

why my illustrious predecessor
was opposed to it.

Look, whoever's got the least on.

Just keep it purely objective.

- Owen.
- Tracey.

How did I know you'd be wanting a word?

In case you're wondering, yes,
I've moved that assault matter,

delayed the Butcher of Branxton case,

and I am primed and ready for Blakely.

Janet's got it.

She has no prior history
with Blakely at all.

That's what it came down to.
Much better for everyone.

Well, not everyone.

For the transparency of process.

So in deciding who gets what
now Janet's back,

what, sometimes it's seniority,
sometimes it's take it in turns,

and sometimes it's like,
what, a judgement call?

You could express it that way.

Chance of getting a little heads-up

on which ones fall into which category?

Possibly.

What happened?
50 words or less.

Sally Blakely was diagnosed a year ago.

Oesophageal cancer, aggressive.

She was at home, couldn't swallow,

very little chance of recovery,

but not quite in the final stage.

Had a butterfly needle in her abdomen

so Blakely could give her
a syringe every so often,

a mixture of midazolam and morphine.

He kept a record of what he used

and how much he had in the house.

Just after 7pm, she started looking

in a lot of pain, according to him,

and within ten minutes,
he'd given her three injections.

How many?

- Three.
- Three syringes?

And then he called the hospital at 8:14,

and when the ambulance arrived
at 8:26 she was already dead.

So it was intentional?
Three in ten minutes?

Oh. So you've brought in
some backup for Moreno.

Uh, no. Richard's instructing
on the Blakely matter.

Oh. Good.

So, intentional?

Well, the police have charged him

- with assisted suicide.
- That's law now, is it?

It's still a crime
because you kill someone,

but if the evidence supports
a terminal illness

and the victim clearly wanted death,

then the range of sentencing is quite low.

- That's what the Coroner thinks?
- Yes.

But Blakely says it was just pain relief.

Well, she's certainly not
in pain any longer.

Well, he's maintained
it was just the stress

of watching a loved one in agony,

just wanting it to stop.

There was no real thought of death at all.

Although according to the daughter,

Mrs Blakely said she'd rather
die quickly than linger on.

- What about the son?
- No, no.

He doesn't agree, interestingly.

Should I bring
Drew Blakely in?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Thank you.

So why Janet King?

I believe it came down to availability.

You didn't think to look
at who might be a better fit?

I'm sorry, are you questioning
how I manage my staff?

Just a query.
She only just came back to work.

She's bringing up twins.

It wasn't exactly a stellar return

to the courtroom yesterday.

I'd back her against
anyone else on this floor.

Even out and out champions
don't win every race.

Maybe so, but she hasn't had

an assisted suicide case before,
and Owen has.

So when the media asks why the DPP

hasn't gone back to the man
with the runs on the board

regarding a tricky piece of new law,

your answer's going to be?

Well, how could we?

Owen Mitchell came to the bar
via police prosecution.

- Yes, I know that.
- And before that,

he actually worked as a detective

under Steven Blakely.

It would have been a clear
conflict of interest.

I knew it was something.

Yes. I see your dilemma.

When was the last time
you saw your mother alive, Drew?

- The day before.
- Your dad was there?

He was in the house, but he left
us alone for half hour or so.

Hi. Keep going, please.

I talked to her for a bit...

About stuff, nothing serious.

CDs, books.

She wanted me to buy some books on CD.

You know how much she liked to read.

Yeah. Always had a book in her hand.

Yeah, that was Mum.

Did she ever indicate
that she'd had enough,

was tired of living, words to that effect?

I mean, maybe to Dad.

- But not to you?
- No.

Are you absolutely certain
you never heard her

say anything like that at all?

Yeah.

And if you were asked whether you thought

your father could've
ended your mother's life,

what would you say?

I'm not gonna have to say any of this

in front of him in court
or anything, am I?

Well, we honestly don't know
at the moment.

I suppose...

Look, the thing is, see,

everything's black or white to Dad.

He loved her. I mean, you know
how much he loved her.

You saw us all together, right?

But he's always like,
"That's right, that's wrong".

There's very little grey in Dad.

So if it ever got to a point
where that seemed

like the right thing to do, then...

..then, yeah, it's possible.

God, I suppose I could see it
going that way.

Okay. Thanks, Drew.

We'll be in touch, mate.
Someone will see you out.

Just this way.

He's a credible witness.

So is his sister, and she says

her mum did want to die.

So where are we?

Well, whichever way we go,
we can't drop it.

What do we go with?

You've charged him with assisted suicide,

and yet Blakely himself says
it was an accident.

- Which could be manslaughter.
- It was sort of an accident.

I mean, that's what we think.

But if it really was intentional,

then that could be murder.

Which is what it would've been a year ago.

If we can't prove
that Sally wanted to die,

then we have to go for manslaughter.

Do me a summary
and I'll discuss it with Tony.

Charge me with assisted suicide,
they bump it up to manslaughter.

They want a big scalp, do they?

Not really. I mean,
you know, it's not like they

want a custodial sentence
or anything, but...

They don't want it to look like
a sham, either.

And the problem is,
Sally didn't leave anything

indicating what she really wanted.

And while Maya'll say
Sally did want it to end,

if Drew's asked he'll say she didn't,

or at least that he never
heard her say it.

Yeah, but Drew and Sally,
they loved each other.

She would never have wanted to burden him

with something like that.

- He would have freaked out?
- He's getting better now.

He's found his niche in computing.

Makes decent money, but if you
put something on him, you know,

I mean, emotionally, he just clams up.

Always has.

I tried to shake it out of him,

but you are what you are,
I suppose.

But then I would say that
in my position, wouldn't I?

And I can see their point.

A weak charge makes them look weak.

Oh, well, there's nothing
I can do about it.

- You got a good lawyer?
- A good lawyer?

Now what makes a good lawyer,
I wonder?

You got any plans for tonight?

Oh, no, I...

I guess I'll finish this
if there's nothing on telly.

Oh, well, we can't have that, can we?

I'll just give Lina a call.

Mm.

So, um...

- Oh, Lenny.
- Ah, Lenny McPherson.

Had hands like bloody shovels.
No, he was a good get.

I worked on that for bloody years.

- Anyone you didn't get?
- Not many.

George Freeman and Danny Novak.

They were the two
I really wanted.

But George beat us to heaven,
or hell, as the case may be,

and Danny got smart, didn't he?

And then there was the Royal Commission.

In one year we went from a dodgy force

that was controlling the whole
bloody State to a clean one

that handed the crims the advantage.

Still, you can't be wishing
for the good old days.

Oh, no, don't get me wrong.

Something had to be done.
It was getting ridiculous.

But we lost a whole
generation of experience,

and then all of a sudden we've
got kids and university students

taking on hardened killers.

And everything's on camera
now, so you can't get angry,

you can't get upset.

Well, no wonder the bloody
conviction rate's plummeted.

Well, actually, they're
going up again this year.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, I heard that from Jack Rizzoli too.

Isn't it funny, that when
the pollies swear blind

they're going to get tough
on crime, convictions go up.

Is that because all of a sudden
we're better at our job,

or your lot are better at yours?

- Uh, both.
- Us.

Maybe, maybe. Be hard to explain
otherwise, wouldn't it?

Good polly.
Good cop.

Good lawyer.

What are they,
when you get right down to it?

I tell you one thing,

a good man is never beaten by fear.

You're ready?
Watch this!

If there's anything, you know,
I can do, just...

Nah, nah.
Thanks, mate, thanks.

Thanks, Lina, thanks.

Oh, God, I miss her.

No, no, no, no, see...

They don't understand how it feels.

You watch your love,

the love of your life, in so much pain.

She could barely breathe, mate.

But then afterwards she was so full,

and not just her, the whole room

was full... Of peace.

- Love.
- Ready? We're on.

That's all there is.

Mr Blakely, we have a lady here

who claims you deliberately
shut down the investigation

- into her daughter's death.
- Please.

Do you remember
Oriana Vasilich?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- This is her mother Dianne.

Do you know who killed her daughter?

No, I do not.

Liar! You've known for years!

Here's everyone saying

what a great man you are,

but it's all lies, isn't it?

He was paid off, that's what happened.

He never lifted a finger.

That's enough.

Was it laziness or was it corruption?

Do we know all the facts about Steven Blakely?

And could it mean the recent death of his wife

is simply the callous act of a man with much to hide?

Can't get an unbiased jury
with these sort of headlines.

Well, I think that's up to the defence,

given the accusations.

Well, I would've thought a general respect

for fairness might reflect well on us.

Owen, don't you have your own matters?

I also thought second and third
opinions were valued in here.

- Yes...
- When sought, usually.

Who is this Oriana girl, anyway?

Unsolved case from '94.

Working girl. Smart, gorgeous
and apparently a fantastic root.

So I heard.

Then got involved with some
very powerful people,

and one day she disappeared.

Probably started wanting too much.

Background knowledge can help.

It can also highlight

an existing relationship with the accused,

for those who want to find reasons

- to get a trial abandoned.
- So it gets abandoned.

Where did the manslaughter
charge thing come from anyway?

What genius thought that was appropriate?

- We all did.
- Brilliant.

Well, it might work out better
than assisted suicide, actually.

- Hey.
- Oh! Don't scare me!

What's new in the Sex Crimes Unit?

Sadly, nothing.
Just more and more of the same.

What's this?

36,000 hard copies of child porn

from a Russian Internet site.

Who takes these?

Mostly candid shots,

bedrooms and bathrooms.

- Their parents?
- Don't think about it.

Just contemplate
the marvels of the Internet.

Timothy Clarke, 50-year-old father of two,

takes in his computer for repairs.

Bingo. These are all found
a hundred folders deep.

The problem is,
if they really are from Russia,

how do I prove that these girls
are under 16?

I can either find one
who's, like, a five-year-old,

like, beyond argument,

or find one I can somehow identify.

Well, let's hope you find a five-year-old.

Do I?
Do I really hope that?

Alex Moreno asserts that he knew
from the second message

Caroline posted that she was an adult.

But what does his behaviour tell us?

None of his subsequent emails
or text messages

suggest that at all.

In fact, every single one
of them implies the opposite.

If he always thought she was an adult, wh...

Why didn't he say that
the minute he was picked up,

or during his record of interview

or at any stage during
the committal hearing?

Innocent people simply accept the world.

They don't imagine deceit or subterfuge.

But if we are to believe
Mr Moreno here,

all we are doing is revealing
our own innocence,

because experience tells us he is making

a desperate bid to save himself.

But the evidence of his guilt

is in every line of the transcript.

Nothing further,
Your Honour.

Thank you,
Madam Crown.

I'll review the evidence
and deliver my judgement

on a date to be confirmed.

So you talked to Gillies?

Yeah, I saw Tony.

According to him,
we all share the same goal.

Got to be seen to play fair and yet

play our cards in a way
that keeps you out of jail.

I'll drink to that.

It'd be much easier to do

if the old pisshead
trusted me a bit more, but...

It's okay.

Good. So?

The problem with assisted suicide

is it admits an intention to kill.

But there's a lack of evidence
supporting the assertion

that Sally wanted to be killed.

So then it starts to sound like murder.

There was never any intention.
It... It was accidental.

That's right. That's their
point, or our point.

- Their point?
- Our point.

What can I say?
I've got a foot in both camps.

Anyway, as a cop looking at the scene,

us cops can see what happened.

It was an accident,
with unintended consequences,

that nonetheless could have been foreseen

if you hadn't have been so emotional.

Exactly.
An accidental death.

Right.

The bummer is, to us lawyers,
that's called manslaughter.

The good news, however, is...

Well, it'll all be better
if you plead guilty.

Fuck off!

Steve, if you fight it and
lose it, you will go to jail.

Have you all gone fuckin' mad?
This is bullshit!

My wife dies in my arms,

and before I can even scatter the ashes,

I'm in the Coroner's court.

And then some mad bitch
tells everyone I'm bent,

and the good news, the good news,

is I've got to cop it!

Fuck off!

- Who's running this prosecution?
- Janet King.

What about her?
Can we get to her somehow?

She been shagging a postman or something?

She's gay.

Well, surely that's
still illegal somewhere.

Fuck, I don't know.

Just give me her address
and a bottle of uppers,

and I'll take care of it myself.

- Come on.
- I'm joking, Clive.

I'm just letting off steam.

Nobody's wearing a wire, are they?

- No! Come on.
- Please.

Look, if you plead guilty
and you show remorse,

it lets them argue
for a suspended sentence.

And I wear a manslaughter conviction.

You stay free.

I've still got to face myself, Owen.

Just think about it, Steve, eh?
For all of us.

Is your client ready to enter a plea?

Yes, Your Honour.

For the charge of manslaughter,
how do you plead, Mr Blakely?

Guilty, Your Honour.

Is Wednesday clear,
Counsel?

- As the court pleases.
- Wednesday, then.

I'll hear submissions
on sentencing at 10am.

And, given the unusual circumstances,

I am happy to continue

with the current bail conditions
unless the Crown objects?

No objection, Your Honour.

The matter is adjourned
until Wednesday at ten.

Bail to continue.

Heading back?

No, I've still got the Moreno case.

Do you want me to start
on a draft for Blakely?

What do you recommend?

Well, if we want it suspended,

maybe we should just ask
for a year, 18 months?

Man of fine character, impeccable record.

An act driven solely by love
for a terminally-ill wife.

Do you think?

I could say it with feeling.

Tatum.

Janet, hi!

Erin said that you went somewhere.

Yeah, yeah, I'm down in Canberra
at the Commonwealth DPP.

But we're here for three or four weeks

for a big trafficking case.

Sex?

I mean the case, is it...

Is it sex trafficking or is it,

what, drugs or guns...

- Yeah, it's sex.
- Right. Do you have any time...

Anyway, I'm running a little bit late, so...

- Good luck.
- Yeah, thanks. You, too.

- So...
- What?

- Why did she leave?
- Why should I know?

I... I mean, I don't, obviously.

Change of scenery.

Better architecture.
Who knows why women do anything?

Some women.
Young women.

Younger... Women.
Forget it.

Ignore me.

- Do you know?
- No. Don't ask me.

I had six months out,

and when I came back, she'd left.

- And don't say it.
- I knew you'd come back.

I knew you'd say it.

We must be mindful
that Mr Moreno's reputation

both as husband and father,

and as an artist, has been on trial here.

In the end,

the crown case relied
on the absence of evidence.

Nothing directly proves Mr Moreno

did know Sophie was really 27, so...

He must have believed she was 13.

Mr Moreno's argument, on the other hand,

rested on a real piece of evidence,

the word "parents".

Plus, his rather convincing explanation

for why he kept his knowledge
of Sophie's real age to himself.

Did Mr Moreno believe he was
communicating with a minor?

Despite Madam Crown's
rather smug assertion

that I will be outing myself

as childishly innocent,
I am not persuaded he did.

Therefore, the charge is not proven.

Mr Moreno,
I find you not guilty.

You are free to go.

All rise.

Don't worry, we'll get him,
sooner or later.

Mr Moreno's "convincing explanation".

Is that what Judge Renmark called it?

Well, you could've asked for help.

I'm in the Sex Crimes Unit now.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- So I do know a bit

about the case law in this area.

If we had time, we would've
asked, but we only had an hour,

and we thought we had
to prepare for a defence

on the grounds of art.

Which is no longer valid.

Oh, it's all changed.

Legislation went through last June.

Art is no longer a defence.

I didn't know.

Not trying to be smart.
Just saying.

Okay, let's debrief.

Bad luck.

Was it?

She lost.

I heard.

I'm sure she's really very good, though.

Have I gone mad, or is that the most

perverse judgement you've ever heard?

- Ever?
- We need to go over it.

- Copy it. Get a highlighter.
- Why?

'Cause we have to find an error.

- Why? We can't do anything.
- Well, the Attorney General can.

In the House, move a motion,
take a vote, kick Renmark out.

But he's retiring soon anyway.

Still, it's pretty bloody infuriating.

That sleazy creep's back out there now

because a geriatric judge gave
him a get out of jail free card.

I mean, why wasn't that being
heard by a jury, anyway?

They asked for a judge alone.

No, they can't.
It had to be a jury trial.

- Yes, but we didn't object.
- Why not?

Because Tony told me not to.

Renmark's a pro-Crown judge, or has been.

So what happened today?
What was different? Me?

I mean, he sure didn't like me.

Yeah, I kinda got that.

Was it something I said?
Is that what lost it?

- What?
- Nothing.

No, tell me.
Was I really that smug?

Or was he just getting lazy

and didn't want to write a judgement?

What do you think happened?

- Well, it's as much me as you.
- What is?

Well, we were too busy trying to
guess what the defence would be.

But the charge had three elements to it.

We should have just concentrated
on making sure

we were strong on all three.

Control your emotion,
and go back to first principles.

That's what you always
used to say, and we didn't.

In summary, given the agreed facts,

the Crown accepts
that Steven Blakely's motives

were only to relieve

highly-distressing pain and anguish,

and, as such, we do not seek
a term in custody...

What are we doing here, Richard?

Arguing for a suspended
sentence, I think, aren't we?

Yes, but why?

Put aside who Blakely is for a moment,

and let's relook at the facts
and the circumstances.

Do they make that appropriate?

- Don't they?
- Do they?

Well, here are the facts.

The autopsy report,

the amount of pain she would have been in,

the dosage and frequency of drug
use over the previous month.

Blakely's first statement to the police,

Maya and Drew's first statements.

Three injections of morphine
in ten minutes.

They sleeping?

- Finally.
- Oh, you look exhausted.

- What can I do?
- Nothing.

Go lie down.
I'll join you in 20.

Hmm.
Don't work too late.

Hey, sorry for the
time, I hope I didn't wake...

Don't apologise for calling late.

I wouldn't have answered
if I didn't want to talk.

Thanks. Um, it's just Drew's
credit card account.

He had ordered those audio books
for his mum two days before.

So?

Doesn't that show her intention to live?

Maybe. Then.

So you're still happy

asking for a suspended sentence?

I... I don't mind.
I'm just asking.

People in palliative care

can change their outlook
on life pretty quickly.

If she declined rapidly
in the last few hours,

and he was there like he claims,
panicking, highly emotional,

watching her writhe in agony...
I don't know, maybe it's true.

No-one else was there that day, were they?

When was the last time
the nurse was there?

Was that the day before?

Uh, you've got a report.
It's in the file.

Um...

Okay, here it is.

It was mid-morning on Tuesday.

Tuesday?

Your Honour,

you cannot give a terminally-ill patient

that much morphine in ten minutes

and look surprised when it kills them.

Even given the highly stressed
and emotional state

the accused claims he was in,

somewhere in the back of his mind,

he had to know death
was a real possibility.

And even more tellingly,

Steven Blakely hadn't called his
community nurse for three days.

His wife is in increasing pain
and normally the greatest fear

in that scenario is running out
of painkillers,

and indeed, he was.

So why on earth didn't that concern him?

Can we seriously believe
that was just an oversight?

Under those circumstances, really?

Your Honour, the Crown submits

it was because he must have known,

somehow, consciously or otherwise,

she wasn't going to need any more.

Steven Blakely's a public figure,

in whom the public
had unconditional faith.

This makes his actions,

which were deliberately reckless,

even more appalling.

He didn't order any more painkillers,

and he gave Sally three quick injections

which were always going to be
potentially lethal.

This was an act at the high end
of criminal negligence.

The need for general deterrence
in this case

is demonstrably grave and paramount.

An immediate custodial sentence,

in the upper range of eight to ten years...

- What?
- ...is the minimum

that should be considered.

Thank you, Counsel.

I will consider the issues raised

and sentence the accused tomorrow at 10am.

All rise.

I had no idea.

Let's get out of here, okay?
I'm sorry.

It was widely believed that

Assistant Commissioner
Steven Blakely

would receive a suspended sentence,

but in a surprising turn,

Janet King,
Senior Crown Prosecutor,

argued persuasively
for a heavy custodial sentence.

Others remain horrified at the prospect

of one of our best
investigators being jailed

for nothing more than trying to alleviate

the agony of his dying wife.

But Steven Blakely has robbed us

of any opportunity
for one final act of love.

He deserves what's coming to him.

All we wanted was a chance to say good...

Did you know Janet was going to say that?

I'll defend her right to say it.

Don't you have any control
over this place?

You are the director, the man in charge,

the bloke who's supposed
to put his stamp on everything.

- So much for working together!
- Don't you start!

And make sure that everyone tows the line

and that proper results are achieved?

Look, can I just speak to her...

I don't want her on any
of our cases, ever again!

Actually, you don't get a say in it.

We have to work on our relationship, Tony.

- Well?
- Read Drew's interview.

And the autopsy, and the nurse's report,

and look at the photos.

And what do you know about him, Janet?

You don't know him at all.

Well, reports don't help you
understand a man.

And is he really who you think he is?

- Oh, for fuck's...
- Don't you tell me

who Steve Blakely is, please.

I have worked with him for 20 years.

You've been brainwashed by that
silly, ranting Vasilich...

No, I haven't...
Oriana's murder

is an entirely different matter,
anomalies and all.

- What's that meant to mean?
- Ah, that's what this is about.

I get it now.
It's all about you.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Ah, she got taken

to the cleaners in the Moreno case,

and your pride took a little bit of a hit.

So now you want to salvage your reputation

by sending Blakely to jail.

Ah, yeah, that'll show us all
how tough you are.

That'll show 'em that
you're back to your best!

To hell with fair play,
to hell with teamwork

and natural justice!

- Christ, you selfish dyke!
- Hey!

I want an inquiry into her, Tony!

Come on, get out!
Go on, get out!

Oh, it's okay for her to send
an Assistant Commissioner

to Long Bay, but I can't
tell her what I think about it?

You know, is that what
the culture is around here now?

Is it, is it?
Oh, no, no.

From the side of the fence
that I sit on, Tony,

if you're gonna give attitude,
you got to be able to take it!

What?

Now, I apologise
for the personal insult, yeah.

Obviously out of line,
and I will put that in writing.

But I won't back away

from what I said about her professionally.

Haven't you thrown the cat
among the pigeons.

No choice.

The joys of appearance work.

It's not for everyone,
I suppose.

No. Uh, they were in the kitchen.

Thank you.
If I'd forgot those,

I would have been in real trouble.

How is Ash?
It is generous of her

to give up her career
for you and your children.

All good?

Yep.

God bless modern refrigeration.

- No more bad apples.
- Yes, everyone thinks

that's such an advance, don't they?

But even the ones
that look good are trouble,

as Adam and Eve found out,
so you never can tell really.

Can you? What do you think
of Owen Mitchell?

Oh, actually, strike that question.

It'd just be gossip and...

No.

Uh, a lot of the blogs
and commentaries this afternoon

were swinging back in Blakely's favour.

"Why lock him up", "happens
every day in cancer wards",

et cetera, but for what it's worth...

I agree with you.

What do you think he should get?

I don't know.
I haven't followed it.

No, but I mean, as a gut feeling.

Like, which side are you on?

Just call me neutral.

Honestly, I've got enough problems

with my own work at the moment.

Well, thanks, uh, for your support.

Bitch.

Well?

Shouldn't be long now,
Your Honour.

And?

We're just trying to locate
Mr Blakely, Your Honour.

Has anyone been in
contact with him this morning?

Not as such, no.

You've obviously tried calling him.

- Of course.
- And gone to his house?

- No-one's answering.
- What exactly are you

telling me, Mr Schaeffer?

He isn't there, he isn't here,

and he's not answering
his phone, and what,

now we're half an hour late?

He's bolted?

Uh, yes,
Your Honour.

Could be car trouble, um, traffic.

I'm issuing a bench warrant

for the immediate arrest
of Steven Blakely.

Sergeant Downs, please contact
the Australian Federal Police

and Australian Customs and instruct them

to issue PASS alerts
on all sea and air borders.

And circulate a description
of the car and the man

to all relevant authorities
in all Australian jurisdictions.

Steve?

Steve!

Whatever happens, you can't blame Janet.

It's never personal.

Basically, she's just her own worst enemy.

Not while I'm alive.

Janet King.

It's Andy.

He left a message

- on his computer.
- What?

It just says, "Please forgive me."

If anyone has seen my father,

please get in touch with the police.

Find him, dead or alive.

I want speed,
I want professionalism.

I want a result.

- So what do we got?
- Car's unlocked.

Keys under the front seat.
No obvious blood.

No obvious damage to the
interior of the car or the boot.

But this car is parked
outside Blakely's house,

and the neighbour heard a female voice

yelling outside the door about 7pm.

- That's the woman.
- Who is she?

And I don't like you
questioning me and my work

in front of a witness.

You totally intimidated her.

I've just secured the assistance
of an eyewitness

in a murder case, while you've been

fluffing around, making cups of tea.