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* Try and get some rest

* Try and get some sleep

* All these roads
will take you to me

* Try to slow your heart

* Try and clear your head

* Night is just the day giving in

* A sandman parade

* All on their way

* To encompass you

* And here I will stay

* Though miles away

* I can protect you... *

* Try and get some rest

* Try and get some sleep

* All these roads

* Will take you to me

* A sandman parade

* All on their way

* To encompass you

* Here I will stay

* Though miles away

* I can protect you. *

Looks like an OD.

We called you in to sign off.

She was found by a neighbour.

The night duty manager found him.

No ID but she lives up there, 2B.

G'day. What's your name?

Oi, mate. Come on.
What?

This is your wake-up call.

I didn't know him, not personally.
But I know he checked in alone.

You sure about that?
Absolutely.

Who's the dead girl
at the bottom of the stairs?

She was like that when I got home.

So you left her there in the garbage?

There was no-one else with him?
Definitely not.

How do you explain this? Hey?

Someone was here
but they took off in a hurry.

She was already dead.
What was I gonna do?

I don't know anything.
Why don't you come with us?

You 're coming with us.
Come... Argh. Change your pants.

Do you guys want to see his face?

I know him.
Couldn't happen to a bigger prick.

He's a crook?
No.

He's a judge.

'Lron Bar' Irving.

You see, we know you 're lying,
but we're not sure what about.

Can't we take this into the office?
No.

Did you party with the judge
or did you kill the judge?

What? No, wait a minute.
It was an overdose.

So you were there when he died?
No.

So you had sex with him?
What? No!

You 're the night manager.
You work at night.

So?

So, the maid didn't find him, room
service didn't find him. You did.

Look, Ashley, we understand
that you are the man.

You 're the man who gets people things,
people like the judge.

So when he wants stuff, you get it
and he gives you a tip, a big one.

You got him heroin,
left him here to shoot up.

You came back and he was dead.
No. I never got him any heroin.

Someone else supplied him with that.

So what did you supply him with?

Escorts, OK?

I supplied him with top-of-the-line
escorts once a fortnight.

That's all.

So, this girl you dumped in the garbage.

I assume she had a name or didn't
you bother to find that out either?

It's Monique and I didn't dump her.

She was there.
Monique who?

Sangster.
You didn't think to call anyone?

She was already dead.
What were they gonna do?

They gonna bring her back to life?
How about get her out of the garbage?

How long has she lived with you?

Couple of months.

We were... we were getting it together.

Sure you were.
Get stuffed, man, alright?

I was a fashion photographer.
Mitch Blake.

You might have heard of me.

Lused to... I used to take
all of the covers and shots.

I don't care what shots you 've taken!

Take a look at these pictures.

Does she have family? Parents?

I don't know.
You must know something about her.

She liked rabbits.
Huh!

It was her birthday next week.

How old was she?

She was turning 20.

Yeah, she was... she was
gonna call her sister.

And what was her name?
I don't know.

Look, can I get outta here?
I don't feel very well.

Sit up!

When was the last time you saw her?

Ah... last night.

We went to a party.
Where?

I don't remember.
What time did you leave?

Useless.

Mitch!

Matt, we can't just keep him here.

We only have his word
she was dead.

He could have been the one
who shot her up.

Look, he's hopeless and he's an addict.
But do you really think he's a killer?

This is somebody's daughter.
They have no idea she's dead.

He can stay right where he is
till we get something out of him.

Besides vomit.

Escort business must pay well.

Oh, hi. I'm Narelle.

Wasn't expecting you quite this early.

Oh! Great use of stripes. Matching.

Great. Come on in.

I think you 'll love the plans.

Terrazzo floors are so in right now.

And if you don't mind me saying,

my gay clients always have
the best taste.

Have you been together long?

A while.
Oh, lovely.

We met at work.
Oh, great.

Yeah.

You 're not Malcolm and Glenn,
my courtyard clients?

Simon and Duncan. State's finest.

We're investigating
a suspicious death.

Another of your clients.
Different business.

Oh, my God. How did you find me?

Look, if anyone finds out...
I've got people due here any minute.

Well, that's not our problem,
Ms Anderson.

We need a statement from you.

Look, I don't know what happened.
He paid, we had sex, he was fine.

I came out of the shower, he was dead.
What can I tell you?

The agency said
he always asked for you.

He seemed to like me.

But it was strictly business.
Every second Sunday.

Did he use heroin every time?

Did you ever use the drugs with him?
No, never!

Did you help him shoot up?
No!

That was his thing, not mine.

Well, you 'll need to come with us,
make an official statement.

Sure. Oh, now?

Yes.

Nobody knows that I do that.

My parents, my friends...
It's just a statement.

But I told you everything that I know.
You 've failed to report a death.

That's an offence
under the Coroner's Act.

Technically.

Look, we do need an official statement.

Why don't you come past the office

when you 're finished
with your clients, OK?

OK. Absolutely. Thank you so much.

Technically.

Anyone banging 'lron Bar' Irving
once a fortnight deserves a break.

We need to sign off on these ODs.
Where are we at?

This is our girl, Sarge.
Monique Sangster, 19-year-old junkie.

Getting by on Youth Allowance,
bit of petty theft

and some waitressing on a good day.

We couldn't get anything
out of her flatmate

so we went back there
and we found an address book.

We've managed to locate her parents.
They're on their way in to make the ID.

OK. Your man?
Richard Irving.

Judge in the County Court.
We all know him, of course.

Simon's his biggest fan.
Hard man, hard judge.

Never heard any rumours
about heroin, though.

Hey, it's typical.

High and mighty on the bench,

then on the weekends
he's shooting up heroin with prostitutes.

Not that we allow our personal feelings
to get in the way of our work.

No, ma'am.

Whatever else he did, Richard
Irving was a well-respected judge.

Kid gloves on this one.

And I'd like to be on top of the case,

so let me know
if anything awkward comes up.

Well, apart from being found dead
from a drug overdose

in a hotel room
with a prostitute awkward?

Yeah. I've moved his autopsy up the list.

Better we know sooner rather
than later what we're dealing with.

What about our girl?

Irving gets top-billing
because he's a judge?

Works for us.
You know how these things go.

Yeah. Unfairly.

There's a bunch of family members
down at the morgue waiting to do IDs.

I knew she'd end up like this.
I tried to warn her.

How did it all start?

She met some drop-out at a netball
match, someone's older brother.

Real low-life
but charming enough for Monique.

Where is he now?
Long gone.

He hung around just long enough
to get my sister hooked on heroin

and then he split.

When did you last see her?
Christmas.

She lurched in high as a kite,
drooping over everyone. It was awful.

Mum and Dad...

...they told her not to come back.

It was her birthday next week.

How did you know that?

Her flatmate said
that she wanted to see you.

I was the one who told them
to kick her out.

Tough love, you know?

I thought if we stopped supporting her
she'd stop using.

Come home clean like she used to be.

Never happened.

Oh, the photo you asked for.

That's the wife?

Apparently.

Yes.

That's my husband.

His name?

Richard... Wallace... Irving.

You OK?

Yes, I'm... I'm...

Drive her home.
What?

Since when are we
a chauffeur service?

Since Superintendent Waverley
said kid gloves.

There's not much more I can tell you.
I, um... I came home after the opening.

I didn't call him or anything.

I see your husband
was an art collector.

No. That's me.
Really?

I like to surround myself
with interesting things.

I was sorting through these
when I got the news.

What are they for?
I support young artists.

These are the ones
that didn't make it into the exhibition.

Was your husband with you?

For the speeches, but he left early.

And went to the hotel?
Yes, his work is very stressful.

Sometimes he stays
in the city overnight.

Alone?
Of course.

Did you know your husband
uses heroin, Mrs Irving?

My husband and I led separate lives.

Now, I, um, I really must get on.
Some follow-ups for the gallery.

Can't someone else do that for you?

Life goes on, Detective,
and this exhibition is important to me.

Did your husband share your interest?
No.

Did you share his?

Your husband wasn't the only one
using heroin, was he, Mrs Irving?

I am not a user.
Then what?

Lf, hypothetically speaking,

my husband and I
were to purchase certain products

in the same way as we do wine
or imported cigars,

that hardly makes us drug addicts.

Heroin is heroin,

whether you buy it from a friend
or from a street pusher.

Thank you for the lift home,
detectives.

Come on.

What's he doing here?
How are you going?

Two drug cases.
ODs. Why would Jarvis care?

Stanley, you 're holding
someone of mine, Mitch Blake.

And a very good afternoon to you,
Superintendent.

He's the bloke on the nod
in Interview 1.

Yeah, well, I need him.
He's helping us with some inquiries.

I'd suggest that he wouldn't be
much help to you in his current state.

Look, I'm across both your cases, OK?

Monique what's-her-face,
she was a low-life junkie.

The judge was a high-end user.

If you 're looking for a connection,
there isn't one.

Uh, we like to be thorough
here at Homicide.

Look, Mitch Blake had nothing to do with
the judge's death. I can guarantee it.

No-one's suggesting
that he was involved, sir.

Why are you still holding him?
We want to speak to him.

He might know something
about Monique Sangster's death, sir.

Ah, crap. You just want to watch him
climbing the walls.

He left her in the garbage!

I have a very good reason for getting him
back out there on the street.

Thanks, Stanley.

Bloody idiot.
I'm sorry.

I told you, we give you
as much as you need.

We give you
just as much as you need.

You do not go to outside sources.
I know, I'm sorry.

I need you to be able to function.
I will, I promise.

Shut up, shut up.

Mattie. Mattie, can you hear that?

What?
I think it's the pub calling.

Ha. Come on, Dunny. Jen's shout.

- Ha-ha!
- About time!

Ah, Ronnie!
Evening, all.

Come for a drink?
Uh, no. You 've got a problem.

Actually, two problems.

The tox screen on 'lron Bar's heroin.
It was laced.

Laced? I just put that in the out-tray.

Well, pop it back in your in-tray.
That's the first problem.

Second one is
there's two for the price of one.

Your girl had the same dose.

Two hotshots?

Two homicides.
So the deaths are connected.

Bloody Jarvis.

I seem to remember you insisting

these two cases had nothing
to do with each other.

I know. I know.

And that was the basis
for your demand

for us to release Mitchell Blake
back into your custody.

Yes, and having him back out
in the streets is going to be invaluable.

Not for us.
We need to talk to him again.

Alright.
You want Mitch, I'll bring him in.

I just need to find him first.

Look, how can you be so sure
these cases are connected, eh?

OK. They're connected.

And the heroin that killed these two
didn't just come from the same batch.

It came from the same baggie.

The judge and the junkie
had to have shared.

How do you know that?
The spikes are exactly the same.

Same chemical components.

If the whole batch was bad, everyone
who scored on Sunday would be dead.

We'd need a truck out there
to pick up the bodies.

So this is a personal supply.

We're definitely talking homicide.
Two homicides.

You wouldn't put that much
cleaning product in your dose

unless you wanted to kill someone.

High-class judge
and the low-life junkie. Why?

That's what you lot need to find out - the
connection between these two people

which, as I said,
is why we need Mitchell Blake.

In which case, as I said, I'll find him.
And when are you going to do that?

There must be other people
you need to talk to. Get on with it.

I'll let you know
when I've found Mitch Blake.

Jarvis is taking the piss.
He'd know exactly where Mitch Blake is.

Tell me about it.
You leave me to deal with Jarvis.

You two get over to Judge Irving's place.

Hear what the wife has to say
about a possible connection.

Ah, Superintendent, a word.

What now?
In my office.

Do you want me
to find Mitch Blake or not?

What I want is a clear understanding
of the rules here.

Alright. The rules are
I tell you what the rules are.

I'm a superintendent.
You 're a senior sergeant.

Can we forget about rank
for a minute?

You and I both know that you could
lay your hands on Mitchell Blake

any time you wanted to.

Let's get on the same page here,
shall we?

Share our information. Share
our conclusions. Nothing held back.

As soon as I have enough information
to draw any conclusions,

you 'll be the first to know, Stanley, OK?

Good. You get your snitch in here.
My people will talk to Annette Irving.

But we didn't associate
with drug addicts.

Even though you are one?
I explained.

It's personal use only.
Once a fortnight, if that.

I didn't need it
and my husband certainly didn't.

He wouldn't have had anything to do
with anyone like that.

No. The night he died,
he was with a high-class prostitute.

Well, there you go.
He must have got his heroin from her.

We don't think so.

You said yourself
she was a prostitute.

Not all prostitutes are drug addicts.

Mrs Irving, we need to find out
who your husband's supplier was.

I don't know. He would come home
every fortnight with a bag.

He'd leave me a small amount,

then he'd go off to the hotel
to spend the Sunday night.

That's what he was doing all this time.
He was with prostitutes.

Last Sunday night?
Exactly the same as usual.

He left you some from his bag?
Yes.

Your husband's stash was spiked.
Two people are dead.

Somehow this girl ended up
using your husband's heroin.

Oh.

So where is it?

Down the toilet.

The police came to me on Monday
morning to tell me about Richard

and I... I flushed it down the loo.

Are you saying
that I... I might have died too?

Maybe.

Or maybe you poisoned your husband's
share and you left yours alone.

Your husband's heroin
was spiked.

It was laced with a common
bathroom-cleaning product.

The kind of thing a jealous wife
might put in her husband's heroin

when she found out
that he was using prostitutes.

I didn't know he was using prostitutes
until you so delicately spelt it out for me.

Besides, I wouldn't know
a cleaning product if I fell over one.

I've never cleaned a bathroom
in my life.

You don't seem very upset
about your husband's murder.

Whatever I feel,
I'm not going to trot it out

to satisfy your ideas
of what grief is supposed to look like.

I'm looking for him.
Look a bit harder.

You know how it is, Bernice.

Yes, I know how it is.
I know how you work, Terry.

Cards so close to your chest
they're practically sewn on.

Now, Bernice...
I don't want to hear it!

You should have told us
from the beginning

you suspected the connection
between the two homicides.

I didn't know!

I want this Mitchell Blake down
in that interview room within the hour.

See what I can do.
Hmm!

Thanks for putting me in it.

You put yourself in it, Terry.
We had an agreement.

If you 'd been up-front with me
from the beginning,

we would not be here now.

He looks different.

Methadone in. Heroin out.
He's a new man.

50 minutes, Terry. Well done.

Start by telling us
who supplied Monique with the heroin.

She had her own pusher, I had mine.

How long do you reckon
you 'll need him for?

As long as it takes.

And you never shared?

Never.
You were flatmates.

You shared the coffee,
the breakfast cereal.

And the heroin.
No.

Did you ever see anyone
deliver drugs

to Judge Irving at his hotel room?

No. He always had his own supply.

And did anyone else ever use heroin
with him in the room?

Not that I saw.

So how did she get the money to buy it?
I don't know.

Did she ever work as a prostitute?

No.

Well, maybe.

The escort agency insisted
that you were the only one he asked for.

That doesn't mean
I was the only one that he saw.

I'm pretty conservative. Nothing kinky.

I got the impression that he sometimes
sampled a bit of rough trade as well.

On the side.

Where did she pick up
when she was hooking?

I left her in the garbage.

I mean, to do that is bad enough.
To drag her down even more...

I can't tell you this stuff and I can't...

Monique was murdered.
We need to know why.

Where did she work as a prostitute?
The street?

No.
Where, then?

Sometimes she'd go to a party
and pick up.

The party you went to
on Sunday night.

This party, was it an opening night?
A young artist's exhibition.

How'd you know?

Because that's where she met the judge.

Why'd you have Judge Irving
in your sights?

I didn't.
He wasn't the one we were after.

The time is long gone for you
to be keeping anything from us!

Look, I've been working on this
for over a year.

Fine. And now you 're
going to share it with us.

Bernice.
All of it!

This is how most people
see the drug world. Four levels.

At the bottom you 've got the junkies,
like Mitch Blake, the Sangster girl.

Then the pushers who supply them.
Then you 've got the middlemen.

These guys get their drugs
from the importers.

Now, I believe there is an importer
working on the fringe of all this.

Who?

A high-end player
with a small niche market.

I mean, this guy, he flies under the radar
because he's got a small clientele

with a small but high-paying turnover.

So his middle man supplies people
like Judge Irving.

That's right. Pollies, showbiz types,
sportspeople. The works.

Where does Mitchell Blake
fit into all this?

Mitch used to be a photographer.
A good one. Arts, fashion.

That'd be a while ago?
Look, he moves easily in that world.

We picked him up for possession.
He tipped us off to this high-end trading.

Which gave you Judge Irving.
Right.

We all know
'lron Bar' Irving's reputation?

Hmm. Hard man. Puts everyone away.

Used to.
About five years ago, things changed.

How's that?

All of a sudden he's letting people off.
CSOs, bonds, suspended sentences.

But not everyone?
No. Smart boy.

Only the clients of this bloke.

David Karas, solicitor.

So you think this guy's
your high-end importer?

I know he is.
So what's his business worth?

High-grade, wealthy clients. Big bucks.

So did Karas know that you made
the connection between him and Irving?

I don't think so.

But if he did know, that'd be motivation
to spike the judge's heroin.

You could have told us
Karas was a suspect.

We've had that conversation,
Freeman. Let's move on.

Fair enough. Arrest Karas.
Shake him on the homicides.

No. No way. This is all speculation.
I haven't got any proof.

I need Karas's middleman
to tie him to the drugs.

So pull the middleman in.
I need to identify him first.

That's why I put Mitch back out there.

Let's move on. This is no longer
just a drug investigation.

Look, I'll talk to Mitch,
but this is still my gig. Alright?

If Karas thinks you 're onto him for
the murders, I'll lose him on the drugs.

We'll bear that in mind.

There's another angle we could
work here - Annette Irving.

Let's push her. Talk to her.
See if she can ID Karas.

I told you before. I have no idea
where the heroin came from.

That was my husband's department.

He never mentioned anyone?
Like the place where he picked it up?

Mrs Irving, anything would help.

Well, it was a man
and it was always the same man.

How do you know that?

Because my husband said,
"He's been good to us today,"

or, "He's packed
a little light on this time."

A name?
He never said. I never asked.

Sorry.

OK. If you can think of anything,
please. Come on.

Detective,
it... it wasn't always like this.

After our son died, everything changed.

He wanted to be a painter.

My husband wanted him
to go into the law or medicine.

Did you ever meet my husband?

I did, yeah.

Well, then you know
he always had to get his way.

Kyle couldn't take a trick.
He hanged himself when he was 15.

I don't remember
when we started taking the drugs,

but I do remember
it took the edge off the pain.

My husband didn't die
in that hotel room. He died with Kyle.

We both did.

Here's our man.
Uh-huh.

I'm in. They've got me taking
the publicity shots for the closing.

And guess what?
What?

Bloke who runs the place likes my stuff.

Said he might even put up
a few pictures in the next exhibition.

That's great.
Yeah, that's great. That's great.

What's going on
with the supply side of things?

Not much. I can give you a face
to that middleman you 're looking for.

What? When were you
going to tell me that?

I wanted to wait till I got a name.
And the name is?

Well, I don't know.
That's why I'm waiting.

Look, I just wanted to do things right.

Mitch, we had a deal.
I'm keeping my end.

What deal?
Can you point this guy out to us?

Sure. I'm covering
the closing party tonight.

He'll be there.

And I can bring extras.

Valery and Michelle, it's wonderful
to see you. Let's go through.

I've got some great work to show you.

This one.

The judge's wife.

You 'd never dream that her husband
was bonking a prostitute

and took a hotshot a few days ago,
would you?

Yeah.

Still see Mitch?

Yep.

And Jarvis?
Yeah. He's down the back.

Well, interesting.

Do you like it?
Yeah.

Annette Irving.
I put the exhibition together.

Yes, terrific. I really like
the sense of... proportion.

Yes, he has a wonderful eye for detail,
and he's only 23.

Wow.

It'd make a marvellous bedroom piece.

Hear that, darling?
Anyway, I'll leave you to it.

Don't hesitate to ask any questions.
Thank you.

It's perspective. Not proportion.
What?

Mitch just gave the signal.

Evening, gentlemen.

We can either do this quietly or...

Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop, stop!

Watch the camera! Alright, alright.

Apologies, ladies and gentlemen.

No appreciation for, uh... the art.

It isn't mine.
- It was in your pocket.

You must have planted it.

At least try to be original.

Look... we can do a deal.

I've been here before.
I know how it works.

Good.
You give me a name, we can talk.

I can tell you everyone
my people sell to,

starting with the man
you arrested with me...

...Mitch Blake, photographer, 32,
buys a quarter ounce a week.

Look, I'm not interested
in who your people sell to.

I wanna know who the importer is.
You give me that name, we can talk.

No deal.

You 're looking at five years.
We can halve that.

I'll do the time.

Look! Let's stop pissing about.
Yes. Let's.

We know the name.

Starts with 'K', ends with 'S'. Solicitor.

If you expect me to spell it out,
think again.

His smack may be refined, he isn't.

If I tell you, I'm dead.

I can't help you.

He's not gonna change his mind, Terry.

Maybe we should come at this
from another angle.

Let's get Karas in
and question him on the homicides.

And achieve what?
You can't tie Karas to the murders.

We can put him under pressure.
See what we come up with.

He's not the type of bloke to confess
up front. Trust me, Bernice.

OK. Spirit of co-operation,
it's a message from my snitch.

He wants to meet tomorrow, first thing.

Maybe we can hold off
bringing Karas in till then? Yes?

Yeah. Alright.

OK. As long as you take
one of my crew.

In the spirit of co-operation.

Hilarious.

What happened
to that Adrian Spencer dude?

They're still holding him.

Yeah, but he bought it...
that I was arrested too?

Yeah, we think so.

Look, you 're fine.
Your cover's not blown.

What's the word on the street?
You said you had something for us.

Everyone's strung out.

I mean, the pushers
haven't got any product.

Once Spencer was arrested,
the supply went cold.

Mitch, blind Freddy
could work that out.

But the word is there is
some very special gear coming in.

When?
Next couple of days.

Sure about this?
It's what I'm hearing.

Good lad. Piss off.

So what now?

Now? Obvious.

We keep watching Karas
until he picks up the gear.

Basically,
over the last 48 hours,

Karas spent his days in the office
and his nights at home.

The only time he left the house,
apart from to go to work,

was when he put out the garbage
and then brought it in the next day.

In other words, we've got bugger-all.

It's only been a couple of days, Bernice.
Don't worry. He'll make his move.

Two days ago, you said
the drugs would be arriving yesterday.

Why hasn't he made his move already?

This is a very careful operator
we're talking about here.

The world thinks he's a respected
businessman and solicitor.

The middleman, Spencer?

Still won't name Karas, ma'am.

Too scared. Should be wearing a nappy.

You 're sure he actually knows Karas?
He knows him.

Spencer is one of Karas's
many clients, Sarge,

and he's had a dream run
from Judge Irving.

Have you offered him more incentives -
reduced sentence, protective custody?

No. He's not buying it.
I could have something here.

I've been processing
registration numbers

of people that have been
visiting Karas

both at his home and at his office.

There's one guy, Dean Knutley.

He's met with Karas four times
in the last two days.

At his office and at home
so it's probably not legal.

No. Get this. Knutley is the manager
of a shipping wharf.

He could be bringing
heroin for Karas.

Exactly.
Hang on, maybe they're good mates.

We've gone through Karas's phone
records for the last three months,

and the times they'd connect

coincide with surges
of high-quality smack.

Pick him up and question him.

You can't be serious.

Hmm.
Hey! Excuse me!

If we pull in Knutley,
he'll clam up just like Adrian Spencer,

then we really will have bugger-all!

What are you looking at?

Now, Terry, when you say 'we',
do you mean Drug Squad or Homicide?

It's a joint operation.
Really?

Well, if that's the case,

let's talk about how arresting
Karas on drug importation charges

is going to assist us

in solving the homicides
of Judge Irving and Monique Sangster?

Where are you going
with this, Bernice?

You wouldn't even know Knutley existed
if it wasn't for Stanley and his team.

Oh! So this is a negotiation, is it?
Call it what you like, Terry.

At the end of the day,
I want those homicides in the out-tray.

OK. What do you have in mind?

If and when Karas is arrested,
I want your guarantee

that you 'll hand him over to us
for questioning on the murders.

Then what?

Well, if he confesses,
Homicide takes precedence.

Your drugs charges will have to wait.
I see. So you get the kudos.

Or you do. It depends
if we can crack Karas or not.

Oh, you are a cracker, Bernice.
Thank you.

OK. You 've got a deal.
But I'll tell you what.

If Knutley's made contact with Karas,
this thing is going down soon.

Let's not bugger it up.

I want people at Karas's house,
I want people on the wharves,

I want people in between.

Relax, Freeman.
Could be here all night.

We could be here another two days.

How'd I get the short straw?

Stuck in a car with me, you mean?

Unit One to all units. Any sign?

Unit Two. Negative.

Unit Three. Negative.

Copy that.
Keep awake. No mucking about.

What does he mean,
"No mucking about"?

What does he think
we're gonna be doing?

It was clearly meant
for Simon and Wolfie.

Been a while since you 've done
one of these, eh, Sarge?

Not so long.

Did you bring that thermos of coffee?
Yep.

Do you think Jarvis is married?

Hm, if he is,
my heart goes out to Mrs Jarvis.

Oh!
Help keep us warm.

Windows! Ohhh.

Not if you open the door.

Hey.

Yeah. That's him.

Unit Three to all units.
Knutley's just arrived for work.

How long's his shift?

Doesn't matter. He's the manager.
He can come and go as he pleases.

So keep your eyes open.

So keep your eyes open.

Do you think it was a good idea

to put Duncan and Jarvis
in the same car, Sarge?

No. Jarvis requested it.

Anyway, Duncan can
more than look after himself.

So what's the story with your informant,
Mitch Blake?

No story. He's a junkie.

And you 're maintaining him. Right?

He's got a pretty serious habit.
He's trying to get straight.

And you 're helping him.
Listen.

I keep him straight enough
to get the job done, that's all.

And what if the job gets him killed?

He's just another pawn
you 're prepared to sacrifice.

Hey! I didn't make him a junkie.
He did that all by himself.

He trying to get straight.
I'm helping him do that.

Helping yourself, you mean.

Chew them up, spit them out and if they
get killed in the process, who cares?

Just like Claire.

How I deal with my informants
is up to me.

Unit Three to all units. Knutley's leaving.
Copy. Knutley's on the move.

We're go.
- Standing by.

Copy that. Good sign. Late night exit.
He's picked up the drugs.

He wants to get shot of them as soon
as he can. He's going to meet Karas.

- He's putting a bag in the boot.
- Stay on him. Keep us advised.

Unit Three in pursuit.

Got your ears on, Stanley?

Yeah. No changes. We're still in place.
Karas is still at home.

If Knutley turns right at the main drag,
I reckon we're onto him.

He just did that.
Heading in your direction.

Heads up, Stanley. 10 minutes.

Back off, Mapplethorpe.
We'll take up the tail.

Don't want to spook him.
- Copy that. Pulling back.

OK. Here we go.
Remember, wait for Jarvis's call.

Go, go, go.
Moving into position now.

Do you wanna check it?
Do I need to check it?

Stop. Put your hands in the air!
Stay where you are!

Put your hands where I can see them
now. Police. Don't move. Don't move.

Oi!

David Karas.

I'm Detective Superintendent Jarvis
of the Drug Squad.

This is Detective Senior Sergeant
Stanley Wolfe of Homicide.

You 're under arrest.

We need to ask you some questions
in relation to a double homicide.

Homicide?

Get real.

I've never killed anyone in my life.

You import drugs.
You 've killed plenty of people.

What drugs?

The drugs that were in your possession
when you were arrested.

They weren't in my possession.

They were found
in my neighbour's property.

Yeah! And four sworn officers
saw you chuck it over the fence, idiot.

The straighter you are with us,
the better it...

I don't like your chances,
Bernice.

This guy isn't gonna admit
to two murders.

Well, let's just see, shall we?
Suit yourself.

OK. You got me on the drugs.
I can accept that.

And the drugs link you to the murders.
Crap!

I'm not linked to anything.
You spiked Judge Irving's supply.

Why would I do that?

Well, why don't you tell us that?
I can't.

Because I didn't do it.
Is anyone saying I did?

Is anyone even saying
I supplied the judge? No.

So, charge me with possession
with intent to supply.

Five years and I'm back in the world.
I can live with it.

But murder...

Forget it.

You know her?

No.
She was a junkie.

She's dead. That's your doing.

She couldn't afford my stuff.
I sell quality gear - uncut, pure.

Not anymore.

Now, his stuff wasn't pure.
In fact, we know it was a hotshot.

Why would I kill someone
who kept me in business, hmm?

Doesn't make sense.

He got his drugs from you.
And he died from a hotshot.

How do you explain that?

We got Adrian Spencer.
We've got informants on the ground.

Dean Knutley, he's in there
just singing his socks off. You 're gone.

I don't think so.
Nobody would rat me out.

So let's say you 're telling the truth.

Hmm! That's novel.

So?

So if you didn't spike Judge Irving's
supply, who did? Adrian Spencer?

No balls.
So who else could have done it?

The Judge's buffer?
His buffer?

He's a bloody judge, isn't he?
What do you think?

He's just going to
wander up to Spencer,

say thank you,
and pop a baggie in his pocket?!

He was way too smart for that.

So how did the Judge pick up his drugs?
He didn't.

Someone else did.

I knew you 'd be back eventually.

After our son died, everything changed.

The joy went out of everything.
Richard blamed himself.

I think he knew deep down
what he'd done,

and that's why he started
taking the drugs.

But then he...

...he told me he...
he needed time to be alone.

That he needed time
to grieve for our son but he lied.

All the time, he was seeing prostitutes.

Maybe it was just
another way of escaping.

No, no. I don't believe that.

He might have told himself that, but
it's just an excuse, a pathetic excuse.

So then you killed him?
Yes. I did.

You killed a young girl as well.

I know, and...
That wasn't supposed to happen.

Her name was Monique Sangster.
She was only 19 years old.

It just never occurred to me
that they'd share it.

I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm so sorry.