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Eyewitness alleges defendant pushed

the witness from a rooftop located at...

This rooftop?

You must find Craig Allen not guilty.

- (CORK POPS)
- Oh!

- Great job today.
- You haven't seen anything yet.

Did Mr Whitley tell you?

We'll be sharing chambers
when I get back from Noosa.

My name is Skye Stewart.

I'm with United Trustees Insurance.

197,000?

Oh, that's bullshit.

Looks like more than a few dents.

Just doing my job.

My company told me you
would cooperate fully.

If that isn't the case,

let me know now and I can
make some phone calls.

I have a great deal of
photographic information.

Let's say I raised this
information with my boss

and was asked to ignore it...

I like that girl. She
has a lot of integrity.

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IN BACKGROUND ON TV)

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S01E03
Control Theory

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LEWIS: Mrs Devries?

I don't want to talk
about that day again.

We understand that suddenly changing
counsel can't be easy for you, Lana,

but your trial starts soon

and it's vital that we
clarify a few final points.

We just want to get the best
result for you possible,

but we can't do that without your help.

So, please, don't give up now, okay?

So, going back to the afternoon
before the death took place,

you said that you went to the
gym to talk to Dylan Norris

about breaking your contract as
the Total Control Success Story.

- Fitness studio.
- Pardon?

Madison always called
it a fitness studio.

Said it sounded much better.

And it does.

Right.

But the thing is,

you said that you wanted to
break your contract with Dylan

because he was exploiting you.

How?

He just wanted to own me, and
I didn't want to be owned.

I wanted to do what I wanted to do.

What was that?

Whatever I wanted.

So, when Dylan Norris said

that you couldn't get out of
the contract, it was binding,

you had a full-on meltdown that
resulted in you ramming your vehicle

into the back of his
vehicle several times

- in the fitness studio car park.
- Poor Andy.

By the time I got home,
I was so freaked out.

He couldn't calm me down.
I couldn't eat.

I didn't know what to do,

so I just went upstairs to run a bath.

But then I crashed out on the bed.

Still fully clothed?

And from that moment until the
next morning when you woke up,

you can't remember a thing?

The jury's never going to
believe she can't remember.

Not when the murder weapon's from
her personal set of weights.

And covered in her prints.

We've still got the husband's statement

that she never left the house.

Let's just hope he's credible.

You know, all this case has done

is confirm what I've always suspected.

Hey.

That gyms are dangerous places.

All that loud music and clanging metal

and sweaty bodies on the
verge of heart attacks.

- I don't think of gyms like that.
- That's 'cause you never go to one.

You never do any exercise at all.

You drink like a fish and
you party until dawn

and you're disgustingly healthy.

Very annoying.

You're wrong.

You took me to a gym once...

after drinking like a fish
and partying till dawn.

It's over 10 years ago, but I remember.

National Mooting Comp, Canberra.

Mm. Yeah, I was right the first time.
Gyms are dangerous places.

Oh, morning!

Craig.

First day?

Need a help moving your things?

No, thanks. This is it.

The gallery's dropping the desk later.

Don't worry, I'm a
tight unit. Minimalist.

You'll hardly notice me.

- Excuse me.
- Heard you inherited that gym case.

- If you find yourself stretched...
- Oh, we'll let you know, Craig.

Here we are.

Morning.

Hang on.

Ah, they're right here somewhere.

While we're sharing chambers,
maybe I should get another key.

That's one option.

Getting warmer.

- Yes.
- Good.

Yep.

Just tell me when your desk comes
and I'll rearrange things.

Ah, you've tidied up.

Cool chair.

Oh, thanks. It's Lewis's.

We'll leave you to settle in.

Mm.

Have you checked them for ladders?

You don't think we should
throw the puppy a bone?

He was accused of murder!

But you got him off.

He can dig up his own bones.

- Your room?
- Definitely.

We've got our interview
with Lana's husband.

Lewis Hughes.

Thanks for coming in at such
short notice, Mr Devries.

We really appreciate it.

Oh, just tell me how I can help her.

Right this way.

The dynamic duo.

Why are you still wearing them?

What?

I told you last week,
they needed resoling.

Oh, give them to me. I'll get them done.

I didn't mean now!

Why not? I don't have court.

You can't roam around here in
your socks. It's undignified.

Well, I'll... I'll wear those
slippers I bought in Istanbul.

Been collecting dust for years.

For a very good reason.

- Craig!
- (CLEARS THROAT) Sorry.

How was your call from
our favourite clerk?

Mm, good, good.

Nothing in concrete yet,
but he's working on it.

Got a few calls to make.

Poor lad.

No one in their right minds
would give him a brief.

Well, let him junior on one of yours.
He is your godson.

But not by choice.

She was a complete mess.

She didn't want to eat or watch TV,
so she went upstairs for a bath.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Lame duck hotline.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

So you stayed downstairs. What then?

Not much.

Um, I ate dinner, had a
glass of wine, watched TV.

Then when I finally went to bed, she
was lying on top of the covers.

And in your statement, you said
this was around 11 o'clock.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

I'd been watching Lateline. I
went to bed when it finished.

The thing is, Mr Devries,

is the prosecution is going to
argue that it's entirely possible

that while you were downstairs
your wife left the house,

killed Mr Norris and then
returned without you knowing.

- That's crazy.
- Is it, though?

The TV was on, you'd had a few wines,

probably nodded off.

Well, maybe I...

Yeah, maybe I fell asleep for a minute.

Okay.

But it wouldn't have been long,

and I would've heard
the car driving out.

I just wish I could've seen this coming.

I don't mean that. Lana
wouldn't hurt anyone.

I should've got her to a doctor

and made sure she got help long
before things got that bad.

What do we know about
Lana's mental health?

Issues with depression a few years ago.

Was she on anti-depressants?

Yes, and she's on them again.

But that's par for the course in remand.

Oh, I hope she survives
the trial all right.

I'm more worried about the husband.

Once he's in the box,

the prosecution will accuse him of
saying anything to protect the wife.

Mm. What about the widow?

Madison Norris.

Mm, I mean I know she found the
body and she called the police,

but where was she before that?

At home with the kids.

Who were three and five at the time,

so when the murder took place,

the only people who can
vouch for her whereabouts

are two sleeping children.

The police grilled her. She
doesn't have a motive.

Business was booming. Happy marriage.

Still, the second witness up,
I wouldn't mind meeting her.

- You don't have to come.
- No, no. I love a little excursion,

especially if we're going to the gym.

Why is this happening?

I thought you put in a new thingy.

Oh, it's cheaper to refill the old one.

You said to cut costs.

Yeah, this looks like a
censored document from ASIO.

You know, if you took on more cases,

serious ones where you get
paid properly to go to court,

this wouldn't be an issue.

There is nothing wrong with
wills and conveyancing.

Selling a house and dying
are very stressful events,

and if I can make that
easier for anyone...

We need more money.

There's no more old clients.
We've sorted them all out.

Well, there's the insurance
payout from the fire.

That should come through any day now.

You know what those scumbags are like.

It'll take another Molotov
cocktail before they shell out.

There's the damages case
between the landlord

and Josephine's sister.

Yeah, where was she last spotted?
Sunning herself on a beach in Bali?

Why do you have to be so difficult?

I thought we were going to get
a counter lunch at the pub.

Get out of the car or I'll
take you to a sushi place.

Ms Stewart!

How lovely to see you again.

My dad needs a lawyer.

- No, I don't!
- He has to go to court.

Great!

- For us.
- (BEEPS HORN)

Lunch!

Mr Stewart, if you are in
desperate need of sustenance,

I have some leftover lamb
I'd be happy to share.

Curry doesn't agree with me.

The dish is barbecued.

It's from last week's
Mediterranean Culinary Adventure.

Oh, yeah, I know the show. The
wanker with the ponytail.

But a magician with lamb.

All he did was plant a rose
bush, but there are rules.

They have a landscape gardener
in his retirement villa,

so Dad gets all these warnings
from the manager, does nothing.

So, the manager turns up,
tries to dig it out himself.

Now he reckons that I assaulted him.

I didn't touch the slimebag,
I just merely disarmed him.

He yanked the spade off the manager

and he falls backwards
and breaks his arm.

Oh, no!

For heaven's sake, throw it
out and go and buy a new one.

And while you're there, get
this copied in triplicate.

Do you know what that
office shop charges?

I don't care!

Make sure you lock this one down.

Just go!

Put it down!

I am so sorry about that.

You were saying.

The main problem is,

if Dad gets convicted of
assault, he'll have a record,

and if he has a record, the
rules say he can be evicted.

Though, personally, I don't know why

he wanted to live all
alone in the first place.

I like it there! It's peaceful.

There's no way I'm going back to
live with that mob of ratbags.

I married your mother, not her family.

Unless you want me to
come live with you.

He really needs to win.

Mr Stewart, did anyone
witness the incident?

Oh, the old Russian bird
from across the street.

She reckons she saw the whole thing.

And has she made a statement?

No, but she promised me she would.

In that case, we could
easily resolve this

without even stepping
foot inside a court room,

which is always my preference.

No.

I know you may still end
up with a small fine,

but you would definitely
save in legal fees.

No way. There's a right
and there's a wrong.

I'm right and he's wrong.

There are ways to make our point,

and if you feel that this
is a matter of prejudice...

I don't feel it, I know it.

He's got it in for me because...

I'm an ex-cop.

Oh!

Dad once arrested the manager
for careless driving.

Yeah. Nearly hit a kid on the crossing.

And this namby-pamby negotiation stuff

- is the reason why he got off.
- Mmm...

(SIGHS)

If I'm going to hire you,

we're going to have to do
this the old-fashioned way.

Thrash it out in a court of law.

Yes!

- (BEEPING)
- Yes!

Who... who are you?

Uh, Jonathan Allbright. I'm
attached to Josephine Newton.

Oh.

Well, if Miss Newton had an intern,
I should've been informed.

Oh, you know what these
lawyers are like.

No time for the details.

Sorry, this lot's in triplicate,

but I'm, uh, happy to run that
through for you if you leave it.

Unless it's highly confidential.

Oh, no.

Annual report on environmental law, no.

- How many copies?
- One. Both sides.

Saving paper. Saving the planet.

You should be reported.

Well, don't staple it.

Use a paper clip.

- They're in here.
- Of course.

(DANCE MUSIC BLARES)

If memory serves me well,

you and I managed to
get our heart rate up

on something that looked a
little like this bench press.

I can hardly remember. The
whole night was a blur.

For you, maybe.

Uh, Madison Norris?

Oh, my three o'clock?

Oh, you know our couple's deal
is still good for this month.

- Josephine Newton.
- Lewis Hughes.

Uh...

Sorry, I told you when you
rang you're wasting your time.

I've got nothing else to add.

In fact, I don't know if I'm
even allowed to talk to you.

There's no rule against it.

- You were a friend of Lana's.
- Yeah, once.

I mean, look, losing Dylan
has been a total nightmare,

but there's a part of
me that feels for Lana.

I mean, what a mess.

Sure.

MAN: Hey, Madison!

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't have time to talk and
I've got nothing else to add.

I'll see you in court, okay?

- Hey, Jase! How's it going?
- Yep, yep.

(LAUGHS) Oh, sweetheart.

Widowhood suits her.

Grief affects everyone differently.

Four years ago, Madison
Norris filed for divorce,

but it was never heard.

Huh. Was it a joint application?

Uh-uh.

We should have a chat
to the family solicitor

and find out what prompted it.

Yeah, I wonder why she had it withdrawn.

What would make you go
back to a former partner?

- Well, if I was Madison...
- Mm.

Uh, maybe for the kids.

Or maybe the business?

It's certainly a flourishing enterprise.

Not because you loved him?

(PHONE RINGS)

More cries for help from downstairs?

What? No, I told you, we operate
completely independently.

Why haven't you answered
any of my calls?

(LAUGHS) Yeah, well, look, I know
I said I'd never do pro bono,

but it's a man's prerogative
to change his mind.

He used to be a police officer.

An old-school police
officer charged with...

- I've got to go.
- Assault and refusing to negotiate.

Sorry, we'll be five minutes, tops.

I was just leaving. Got a late meeting.

Okay.

The magistrate will show no mercy.

Look, so what if this
guy used to be a cop?

You said he has a witness.
It's like a breeze.

- It's open and shut.
- No, no, no, no, no.

He needs more than a lowly solicitor

who should stick with
wills and conveyancing.

He needs someone with
a gift for oratory...

- Oh!
- An extensive vocabulary.

And you're the only barrister
I know who'll do it for free.

Oh, thanks, but I've
got a murder trial on.

You know that.

I will do everything. You
only have to walk into court.

Oh, and there we have it.

- Walk into court.
- Oh!

Helena, don't start that.

- (HYPERVENTILATES)
- Don't start that.

You know how to breathe.

Hey, Helena, you are a
damn good solicitor.

All you have to do is
get over your nerves.

This is a nice, simple case
for you to cut your teeth on.

Now get back downstairs and
get on with your prep.

I know I have neglected you, but
please save me from the courts!

I couldn't help overhearing that
you're looking for a barrister,

someone who'll do pro bono.

Not that I'm touting or anything.

I just thought you should
know that I exist.

LANA: I don't understand. How
could Madison have done this?

We're not saying that she did.

We just need to create reasonable doubt

in the minds of the jurors
that someone other than you

could have perpetrated the crime.

And from what we've uncovered,
Madison's relationship with Dylan

wasn't as happy as she
liked to make out.

Were you aware of that?

I don't feel very well.

I'm sure I'm allergic to the
rubbish they're feeding me.

Lana, you know if you're convicted
you'll get at least 20 years

in a maximum security prison,

so if there's anything that you
do know or could tell us...

You don't know what Maddy meant to me.

She saved my life, all right?

I mean, you've seen the commercial.

I was fat and depressed.

I mean, Madison got me off my
meds for the first time in years,

and it was so great.

But then Dylan took over.

He was waiting to get me.

I'm sorry, I don't quite follow.

Are you saying he
sexually assaulted you?

No!

Maybe.

No, I don't know.

All I know is that I stopped him.

But Madison thought
there was more to it.

She called me a slut.

And when did she do that?

Uh, when she called, on
the day that Dylan died.

MADISON: (ON RECORDING) Yeah, me again.

Just wanted to say, don't
worry about Dylan.

I'll take care of him.

You left this voice-mail message
for Lana Devries at 8:36pm

on the night in question,
is that correct?

Well, I wouldn't have remembered
the exact time, but, yes.

When you said, "Don't worry about
Dylan, I'll deal with him,"

what did you mean?

Well, they'd just had a massive
fight over her contract,

and I wanted to let her know
I was going to sort it out.

And you also said, "Me again."

Does that mean that you'd
made a previous call?

Yes.

After watching Lana drive
off like a maniac,

I was really worried about her.

I wanted to make sure
she got home all right.

I mean, it's hard to imagine now,
but back then we were really close.

So, you called her, she answered,

and you tried to get to the
bottom of the altercation

that she'd had with your husband, Dylan.

- Yes.
- In the course of that conversation,

did you or did you not accuse her

of having an affair with your husband?

MAN: Your Honour, there is nothing

in the accused's record of interview,

nor the witness's statement,

to indicate that such a
thing was ever discussed.

Your Honour, I'm acting on
instructions from my client,

and evidence will be
given to this effect.

JUDGE: Please answer the question.

Yes.

What did Lana Devries say
when you accused her?

She denied it.

Said she only went to see
Dylan to break her contract.

But did she also tell you that,
in an effort to change her mind,

your husband had showered her with
flattery and attempted to kiss her,

and that's why she became
angry and rammed his car?

Yes.

So, you get off the phone
from Lana Devries.

Did you immediately call
your husband to confront him

with these claims?

No.

By that time, I was
home with my children

getting them ready for bed.

So, all that time, while you
fed and bathed the kids,

you were stewing away, thinking
about how to deal with him,

and that's when you
decide to call Lana back.

Could we please hear the audio again?

(ON RECORDING) Yeah, me again.

Just wanted to say, don't
worry about Dylan.

I'll take care of him.

"I'll take care of him," in
light of what we've heard,

takes on a whole new
meaning, doesn't it?

- I love it when it flows like that.
- Mm.

Reminds me of Canberra again.

- How?
- The moot.

I nailed the key witness on the cross,

but you brought it all
home in the final address.

Yeah, I remember that part.

And when we went out and
celebrated our victory

and it was your idea to
break into the hotel gym.

Yeah, I was drunk.

Not too drunk to put the brakes on.

Hm. I was going out with Cal.

Callum was off patrolling
the Mururoa Atoll

and he wouldn't even tell
you if he was coming back.

Yeah, but he did, and
he made a commitment.

Some men can't manage
that for a weekend.

(PHONE RINGS)

Lewis Hughes.

We'll be right there.

As I said, it's called a
FormTrack, Your Honour.

It monitors and records
ever aspect of fitness,

and this particular FormTrack
belongs to the accused.

And why is this only
coming to light now?

Because when the accused was arrested,

the case detective mistakenly
believed it was a...

piece of plastic jewellery.

For some time, it's been
held in the evidence room.

At Homicide, a junior detective
finally made the link

and we'll be calling Dr Ryan Watkins

of Forensic Services who
retrieved the data.

And what relevance does the
data have to the case?

Ooh, yes.

Well, one of the many wonders
of this latest model FormTrack,

Your Honour, is that
it has a built-in GPS,

and on the night in question,

the data indicates that
there was movement

between the home of the accused and
the Total Control Fitness studio

at the precise time of
Dylan Norris's death.

Mr Hughes...

do you have anything to say about this?

- Your Honour, like your good self...
- (WAILING)

the defence finds this sudden
revelation deeply unsatisfactory.

Therefore, we'd like to
request an adjournment...

(WAILS)

Mrs Devries, please try
and control yourself.

But this means it had to be me! (CRIES)

They've even got her heart rate here.

That's mainly what
fitness data is, Lewis.

You really are totally uninterested
in exercise, aren't you?

43 beats per minute. Is that good?

- That's asleep.
- Oh.

195? That's way up there.

That's either a heart attack or...

a murder.

That must be when the
dumbbell came down.

We could try insane
automatism as a defence.

Yeah, I was just going to say that.
Insane automatism? Are you mad?

Well, she said she was
suffering from depression

and having suicidal thoughts.

Suicidal thoughts are
not homicidal thoughts.

And her husband said that she
was heading for a breakdown.

And she described that
weird fugue state.

Mm.

I mean, how can she be held
responsible for her actions?

Who's going to tell the
judge we're doing a U-turn?

He might not be that surprised.

He did see her having a
breakdown in the dock.

I think we should take a closer
look at Lana's medical history

and get a current psych report.

So, not guilty by virtue
of mental impairment.

Ah, see? When you say it right, it
just sounds totally reasonable.

And I can't see how else to save
her from a long jail sentence.

Got the wrong sized toner! (GRUMBLES)

I hate to tell you this,

but the old Russian
bird's pulled the pin.

Why? She was our only witness.

Well, it's obvious. The
bastard's gotten to her.

Come off it, Dad.

He's a retirement village
manager, not a drug lord.

How about I go and talk to her?

No, he knows you're my kid.

Plus, he'd be all over
the Russian like a hawk.

- Well, why don't I go instead?
- That sounds good.

Dad, he's the office boy, when
he's not running a car wash.

I think Johnny could be spared.

Fine.

But I'm the professional investigator.

I'm coming with you.

As long as I drive.

She's so much like Eleanor it scares me.

- Your wife?
- Yeah.

She was always calling the shots
and whipping me into line.

How long ago did she pass?

Bit over a year now. That's
why I moved into the villa.

New chapter. Plus it's
easier for Skye as well.

She's always over there at the
house fussing about something.

I don't really understand why she's
taken so much time off work.

I mean, she's on a good wicket
there at the insurance company.

Yeah, good luck making her listen.

Afternoon!

Is the manager in?

That'd be me.

Johnny Allbright. I'm interested
in taking a tour of the place.

Sure.

Yeah, me, uh... Me Nan's
getting on a bit.

She's a bit, uh, worse
for wear, you know.

Right.

So, she's had to start wearing those
orthopaedic stretchable shoes,

- 'cause she has diabetes.
- Right.

And her house is full of stairs,

so I was looking for
somewhere a bit more...

have some paperwork
you'd like to show me?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

I know you're at home, Mrs Lazarenko.

I saw you at the window!

Tomorrow? I don't know. That
might be her hydrotherapy day

Sorry I'm late with my
Wi-Fi fee. (LAUGHS)

My daughter's moved to New
Zealand so we do that Skype-y.

That's nice.

I'll have to charge you
interest next time, Beverly.

- Oh! I saw that lass before.
- Mm-hm.

You know, the daughter of the
old copper who broke your arm?

Eh?

- And I don't think she signed in.
- Uh, hey.

- Did she sign in?
- No, she didn't.

Actually, I know you get
huffy when people forget!

I think Nan does
hydrotherapy on a Thursday

- so a tour tomorrow should be fine.
- Excuse me.

I'm not going to leave
until you talk to me!

I mean it!

If I'm going to have to stand here
all day and keep on knocking,

then that's what I'll do.

- Oh!
- In! In! Away from the window!

Sure, no worries. I'm Skye.

I know who you are. And I
know why you are here.

Great, because I would
really like to know

why you suddenly changed your mind
about being my dad's witness.

- (TABLET CHIMES)
- Ohh!

- 'Glug' is a word? No.
- Yeah.

- No!
- Mm.

If you put 'gulag' in the same spot,
you could get a double word score.

Yeah.

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, 14 points, not great.

But no shame.

I have opponents all over the world.

That must keep you busy.

- But about my Dad...
- Oh, I saw nothing.

But why did you say you did?

I'm an old woman. I get confused.

You're playing an international
word game, in English,

which is not your first language.

You're not confused.

- (KNOCKING AT DOOR)
- Mrs Lazarenko!

- Are you there?
- It's him!

We need to talk.

Oh, hello! Come in, come in!

What word...?

What word is that... that...
a word that uses four Os?

Oi!

Come on!

Stop! Oi!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

You had one job! One job!

Distract the manager, and
you couldn't even do that!

Well, if you'd kept a low
profile like we planned!

- Did you get anywhere?
- There wasn't time.

Oh, so much for the
trained professional.

Wait a minute! Wait! Oi!

Look, I'm sure you'd rather I wasn't
there in court distracting you.

What? No.

I need you at the table if I'm
going to come in late on this.

But it's very straightforward, as
long as we have our eyewitness.

(PHONE CHIMES)

The witness is definitely out.

But what we do have...

is a dead rose...

by the name of Eleanor, the
same name as Mr Stewart's wife.

That means the rosebush is
more than just a rosebush.

- It was a memorial.
- And that helps us how?

Well, we can argue self-defence.

By snatching the spade off the manager,

Mr Stewart was defending a most
precious piece of property.

It is a highly emotional and
deeply moving argument.

If you want that kind
of tear-jerker angle,

you've chosen the wrong man.

Mm.

Ah, if you'd excuse me for a moment.

I can cope with the fact that

you blatantly ignored
my advice to handle

this case on your own, but do
you know who that is in there?

Of course. It's Whitley's godson.

And my client, from not very long ago,

accused of a very serious charge.

Really? Was he found guilty?

No, 'cause I'm a brilliant barrister.

And that's not the point.

Look, Mr Allen was more than happy
to take this case pro bono.

Yeah, I bet he was.

In case you've forgotten,

it's not so long ago that I myself
was unjustly accused of a crime,

and I can tell you,
that is a lonely place.

Yeah, no, you're right.

It's great that you're
giving Craig a break.

Thank you.

So, tell me, what crime
was he accused of?

Oh, no, it's not important.

Like you said, he was found not guilty.

- So, we're talking criminal.
- Mm, technically, yes.

Indictable?

Look, it was just a
misunderstanding, I'm sure,

between Craig and a senior colleague.

- Oh, that can happen.
- Mm.

- So, the charge...
- Is everything under control in here?

Yep. Be right there.

Murder.

Mr Allen...

about this memorial rose.

Have you heard the expression
'beggars cannot be choosers'?

- She told you, didn't she?
- We are both beggars, Mr Allen.

I am a desperate woman,

but Mr Stewart is an ex-policeman
and if he were to find out

that his barrister had once
been suspected of murder...

Okay. Let's show some emotion.

See young Craig's back on
his horse? What a relief.

I'll be relieved when those
slippers go back in the cupboard.

This time, lock it and
throw away the key.

No way! These are the most
comfortable shoes I have ever worn.

Make me feel like a... like a sultan.

Which makes you... my precious sultana.

What am I supposed to do with these?

Well, we just have a few more questions

about your medical history.

For starters, in the five years

when you were taking the
heavy anti-depressants,

we noticed you changed
doctors eight times.

- Why was that?
- Well, I...

They were all quacks.

Never gave her the attention she needed.

They could never get
her medication right.

Except for Dr Tran.

He was the one who suggested
she get a personal trainer,

start to exercise.

And that's when you met Madison?

Well, from the time you
started going to the gym,

you didn't fill out another prescription

until about a month before
the death of Mr Norris.

What made you start taking them again?

I was really worried about her.

I mean, this whole fitness thing.
Yeah, it's great in theory.

But then she became obsessed
with exercise, losing weight.

At the time of Mr Norris's death,
you were on this medication?

Some of the days.

Well, a lot of the days, actually,

I'd just skip them because

they were making me
feel all foggy again.

But maybe if I'd done the right thing

and taken them like you said...

Oh, Andy, I'm so sorry! (SOBS)

I loved you the way you were.

I just wanted to be better for you!

I don't get it. He loves her
whatever shape she's in.

That's the official
policy line, isn't it?

Ah, he didn't say that.

He said he loved her the
way she was, past tense.

And did you notice that whenever
we asked Lana a question,

she looked to him to answer it?

- She's clearly not well.
- And very dependent on him.

I'm just happy they agreed
to change strategy.

The mental impairment
argument is strong,

if we ignore the year

she was training and medication-free.

And just because she went off her meds

doesn't mean her mental
health was stable.

What about the online
community, the FormTrack forum?

Oh, "Share your fitness journey"?

Yeah, we could look at her posts.

Get a clearer picture of her head space.

I can work late, if you can.

Yeah. I'll call Lydia, let her know.

Here. "Just signed a contract
to help Dylan promo his studio.

"TotalControlFitness Lovinglife."

394 likes and way too many flexed
bicep emojis and smiley faces.

Ah, look at this.

"Hey Lana, props to you for
your awesome weight loss.

"I just hope Dylan from Total Control

"doesn't totally exploit
you like he did to me.

"PM me for details. JenJen83."

'Exploit' is the word that Lana used.

Mm.

We have to find out who JenJen is.

First thing tomorrow.

Mm.

What'd you mean when you said
"Some men can't commit"?

- Sorry?
- At lunch. You were aiming at me.

Oh, we don't need to
rake over old coals.

Yeah, we do, because I committed.

I proved I was serious, like you said,

and you're the one who never
showed up the next day.

What are you talking about? I
sat in that cafe for an hour.

- Why didn't I see you then?
- Well, why didn't I see you?

I don't know. It's a pretty small place.

No, it wasn't. It had two levels.

I kept going up and down
to see where you were.

- The cafe at the train station?
- No.

No, we said the bus stop.

(HOOVER WHIRRING APPROACHES)

- So sorry.
- Don't be, Zareb.

- We're almost done.
- What happened, Ms Newton?

I can see the carpet.

(LAUGHS) Wasn't me!

Maybe you should keep this man.

Good morning, Madison.

Only my clients are welcome
in my fitness studio.

I'd like you to leave.

- I'm just trying to find out about...
- I don't believe you!

After you people humiliated me in court.

Yeah, I can understand how you feel,

but I'm just trying to
find out about JenJen83.

So, I gather you know
who I'm talking about?

Yeah, of course I do.

She slagged off our gym online,

and then none of it was true and
we didn't even know who it was.

Well, I have a hunch
that she's the person

who convinced Lana to break
her contract with you.

Well, that wouldn't surprise me.

Lana was always swayed
by the strongest voice.

But whatever happens to her
now, I really don't care.

I'll let you show yourself out.

Thanks.

43 beats per minute. 43.

Thank you!

Oh, really, Jonathan, if
you're going to work here,

you need to smarten yourself up.

You're not at university any longer.

Yeah, you're right. Sorry.

Oh. Look, I'm sorry. I just...

I could've sworn that I
had spare toner in here,

and now the supplier's just told
me he can't deliver another one

until after lunch and so all
of this morning's copying

has to go out, and it's
a big waste of my time.

And money.

Hey, if it helps you out, I've
got a mate who's a courier.

He can pick up and deliver
anything you want

within half an hour.

Seriously?

Yeah, just write down the model number

and I'll make it happen.

Zareb! Zareb, no!

Can you take that cartridge
back downstairs for me?

Recycling. That is good.

Just don't let anyone see.

A drive in the Charger?

Deal.

So, what would explain
that kind of heart rate?

Same profile, healthy
adult female, same age?

That's really helpful. Thanks, Sharon.

Five years? I thought
it was a bit overdue.

(WHISPERS) Special courier delivery.

Um, okay, yeah, I promise.
I'll make an appointment.

Oh, thank you!

You're welcome, Jackie.

What size shoe do you take?

10.

I thought so.

Definitely. Definitely.

Okay, thank you.

Do you have a bossy GP?

Oh, no, that's right.
You never get sick.

Well, my doctor said
the resting heart rate

in a woman like Lana is
54 beats per minute,

so 43, even if she's
asleep, is way below.

So, what are we saying,
Lana was in a trance?

To have a resting heart rate that
low, you'd have to be drugged.

Sleeping-pills, anti-depressants...

Well, yeah, but they take time to work.

And then it goes through
the roof, the heart rate,

around Dylan's death.

- Well, that makes sense.
- Well, then it drops a lot.

Well, look, she's
practically unconscious.

That can't happen in one person.

That means someone else was
wearing Lana's FormTrack.

CRAIG: In conclusion, the
prosecution has failed

to prove my client
guilty of common assault

because Mr Stewart was rightfully
defending his property

from damage by the manager of
Seaview Retirement Villas.

And I would ask the
question, Your Honour,

what would make a man
who enforced the law

his entire working life become
a flagrant rule breaker

in his twilight years?

I'll tell you what.

Love.

Frank Stewart was blissfully married
to his high school sweetheart,

Eleanor, for almost 50 years

until, after a long and
painful battle with cancer,

she finally succumbed.

Bereft, Frank sold the family home

and moved to Seaview Retirement Villas,

where he decided to plant a
rose, an Eleanor rose...

as a fitting memorial to his late wife,

one year after her passing.

So, can you imagine how he
felt on that awful morning,

when he saw the manager hacking
away at his precious rose,

wrenching it from the earth
and desecrating his shrine

to his dearly beloved... Eleanor?

So, of course he wrestled the
spade from the manager's hands

to defend his precious
property from attack.

Therefore, Your Honour,
I seek that my client,

this sad and lonely
grief-stricken widower,

be acquitted of all wrongdoing
and be left to mourn in peace.

I have to say, I never would've thought

that any descendant of
Justice Percy Allen

would be capable of employing
such an emotional,

heartfelt horticultural simile.

However, there is still a man who,

in the course of carrying
out his workplace duties,

has been seriously injured,

and to argue self-defence of property,

irrespective of its sentimentality,
draws an exceptionally long bow,

so I'll expect you to
improve on that argument

when we resume after lunch.

What the hell was going on
back in there, about my wife?

That's private.

You agreed I could argue
defence of property.

Yeah, well, I thought you'd make me out

as some roughty-toughty sort of a bloke.

Instead, you make me
look like I'm a loser.

Why didn't you tell me you
planted that rose bush for Mum?

I didn't tell 'em. They
must've worked it out.

Why didn't you tell me you got the sack?

I rang them and they said
that you got the arse

because you tipped off some lawyers
about some big insurance case.

(GASPS) Oh, Ms Stewart, I'm
so sorry to hear that.

I'm sorry too, but do you mind
telling me how we can win this case?

Let me have a little think.

Bottom line, that
eyewitness has to talk.

But I told you, she's Russian
and the manager's like the KGB.

Then discredit him.

Find a way to undermine his influence.

What's he like?

He ripped off this woman who was
late paying her Wi-Fi fees.

What were you doing back up there?

- Photocopying.
- Nice shoes!

- Ooh!
- Please, our time is limited.

What Wi-Fi fee? Why is
she paying him anything?

The guidebook said that all Seaview
residents have free internet.

Now, there's a little thread to pull!

When you're ready.

Mrs Lazarenko?

Can you let us in? It's really
important that we talk to you.

Go away!

Mrs Lazarenko, I know you're scared,

but we're here to tell you that you
don't have to be afraid anymore.

You see, my colleague and I,

we've been talking to
the other residents

and it turns out the manager
has been ripping you off.

He's been overcharging
you for the internet.

He'll probably go to jail, or at
the very least, lose his job.

So, what we're saying is,

if you want to speak out against him

for what he's done to my Dad,
you can, and it'll be okay.

We'll make sure of it.

We can't wait any longer. We'll
have to go in without them.

Don't mind me. Just an
interested observer.

Wait! We've got your witness.

And an angry resident for good measure.

Too bloody right!

The amount of money I've paid that man,

I could have flown to
Auckland half a dozen times.

Mm, and you can get him
on threatening a witness.

He said he'd cut off Zora's
internet if she talked.

I am sorry. I was afraid.

(SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN)

It's all right, love. You're here now.

Let's go and crush the
bastard, shall we?

Yeah! (LAUGHS)

Just so you know,

I won't be charging your
father for my services.

JOHNNY: Oi, hang on!

Ms Stewart lost her job
because she helped us

with that insurance case.

But if there's anything I can do.

I hear you have some insurance
problems of your own.

A stalled payout after a
fire at your last premises?

You're on. But we're not settling
for anything less than full value.

So, Mr Watkins,

if the FormTrack was swapped from
one person's wrist to another,

it would simply keep recording data?

Yes.

So, going back to the FormTrack forum,

can you confirm that a FormTrack member,

known as JenJen83,

posted 24 private
messages to Lana Devries

over a two-week period?

Yes.

And that the messages included,

"Break the contract before
that creep owns you.

- "Escape while you still can"?
- That's correct.

Lastly, Mr Watkins, could
you please tell us

who owns the IP address for JenJen83?

Yes, it belongs to Mr Andrew Devries,

husband of the accused.

LANA: Andy was trying to save me.

He drugged you. Framed you for murder.

You were getting happier and healthier

and he didn't want to lose you.

No, he'd rather you were
locked away for 20 years.

ANDY: Lana? Lana!

Wait for me?

- MAN: You have to come with us, sir.
- Wait for me!

Lana! Promise me!

You'll be okay.

Come on, come here.

(SOBS)

Did you really wait at the
train station that day?

What, you don't believe me?

I thought you'd chosen freedom instead.

I thought you chose Callum.
Well, you did choose Callum.

Yes, but I wasn't in
possession of all the facts.

What's on for tonight, then?

More domestic unravelling.

Who pays the school fees,
who chose the school,

does anyone need school at all?

What about you?

Don't know. I might go join a gym.

www.addic7ed.com

- Josephine.
- What?

I'm... I'm just getting
some mixed messages.

Look! Mrs McPherson's paid
for her conveyancing.

In pineapples!

- And you are?
- Jean Paul Deng.

- Mr Ding...
- Deng.

Mr Deng...

Oh, he's up himself!

I was opposed to him
on the Coleman fraud,

when my waters broke all over his shoes.

Damn, these African boys are hot.

Whoo!

- You are a customer of Vart Hem?
- Oh, isn't everyone?

Although, I must admit,

there's been a few crowded
Sunday afternoons

when I felt like stampeding myself.

- Mr Sharma!
- (MOUTHS SILENTLY)

Your Allen key, Ms Newton?

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