All language subtitles for Janet King - 02x06 - The Thaw.w4f.English.HI.orig.Addic7ed.com

I do declare that the
frozen embryo presently in storage

forms part of the estate
of Ms Larsson.

What?! Please, Your Honour...

Sorry, but...
Order!

The item is now Ms King's
to do with as she pleases.

RICHARD: Keisha knows
we had surveillance in her house.

Her flatmates
brought pot home yesterday

and it'll all be on camera.

OK, don't panic...
I'm dealing with it.

Can I call you back later?
What now?

I'm just reminding Richard
about the Filippetti case,

putting the drugs
in the communal...

I know, I know.

I'm looking at this bill of lading.
See this contact number here?

Simon's mobile?

Except it's not Simon's.
It's Amil Nobakht's.

MAN: Is that Simon Hamilton?
(ON PHONE) Yes, speaking.

Container JL1349-76
has been cleared for pick-up.

Hey, any activity?
Nothing yet.

Nothing?
Have they been tipped off?

MAN: If it was anyone in Customs,

the State Corruption Commission are
the guys we should ask. Roger Embry.

So, Janet doesn't think
we finished the job properly.

Is that the implication?
No.

I need an executive summary of what
will be in your interim report

and I need evidence
it will be written.

I can't promise anything.
Hang on, what are you...?

We have authority to confiscate
all phones, computers

and devices capable of storing
or transmitting digital information.

Bianca, if you can get Felix
to name the person who shot him,

that opens up everything -
but now I need him fast.

Did you know
about the corruption commission?

Obviously, Lincoln's behind it.
It's got nothing to do with me.

OK, OK. Here he is.

MAN: I do not fuckin' believe you,
Steph!

Fuck.
Brett.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(ON PHONE) It's Brett Bonar.

He knows you're a cop.
Don't let him in.

(BIANCA PANTS)

(THEME MUSIC)

(CAR BEEPS)
You'd better not bloody die!

(TYRES SCREECH)

Has the ambulance been sent to
12 Barclay Crescent, Bass Hill?

Mm-hmm.

BIANCA: 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26...

(POLICE SIRENS APPROACH)

Ah, Commissioner Janet King.

(MEDIC COUNTS COMPRESSIONS)

ANDY: Janet.

You OK? No-one's hurt?

We only realised it was him
seconds...

As soon as he saw me,
he pulled his gun.

It's a good thing you had yours.

I took on what you said
about being prepared.

Good, you needed to be.
MAN: This is your weapon?

We'll need your clothes
and swabs of your hands.

But first,
walk me through what happened.

I was standing...
Why are you stopping?

There's nothing more we could do.

What do you mean?
It's over.

Ready?
Yep.

Did he say anything?

After you shot him,
did Brett say anything at all?

No. No.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?
OWEN: Should I ask?

He's dead.

Fuck.

Bahman and Sam Nobakht
are at the airport.

We've got pass alerts
on the whole family.

They were trying to
board a flight to Dubai

with a connection to Tehran.

They can't go to Iran,
we're not finished with them yet.

And are their visas valid?

Can we stop them from leaving?
Well...

..the $30,000
in undeclared US currency.

Bahman was carrying might help.

US currency?
Yeah.

Apparently, it's accepted in Iran.

Where did they get that much?

Question on my lips too.
Alright, bring them in.

I'll search Brett's house
before his death hits the streets

and someone beats us to the punch.
Alright.

I'm going to meet with Felix,

debrief him, make sure he's safe.
Alright.

Who was Brett working for?
Who did Felix owe?

Do you think he can tell us that?
I'll ask.

Well, seeing the way
things have played out here,

he's unlikely to give you any more,
so don't feel you have to.

I'll do what I can, Janet.
You're sure you're up to it?

I'm fine. Really.

Here's the brief you asked for.

I don't know why I gotta wait here
all day, Steph!

I don't fuckin' know! Hey?

Fuckin' talk! You talked.

I didn't tell them anything.
Will you stop lying to me!

I'm not!
Hey? Just stop lying to me.

You want more of this, huh?

No.
You fuckin' want more?

You want fuckin' more?
No, please! No!

This is fuckin' serious shit, Steph.

This is serious shit, OK?

I've gotta know.

(CLICK!)

Nobakhts here yet?
Haven't arrived.

Janet, what's going on?

Good, it gives us a moment.
Lina, Richard. Heather!

(GUNSHOTS)

So, Bianca went undercover
to get close to Felix

to see if she could get him
to reveal who kneecapped him.

Yesterday, she and Andy played out
the violent boyfriend scenario,

which was designed to convince Felix
that the only way to protect her

was to contact that man.

Who turned out to be Brett Bonar?
Yep.

Why did he play the boyfriend
when there was a risk

whoever shot Felix
might be someone he'd met?

We had to work fast.
No time to bring in anyone else.

Pity.

Do we think Brett
shot up the Nobakhts' house?

That doesn't make sense.
He was a mate.

And weapons are passed around
all the time.

Brett probably onsold that gun
months ago.

Considering he used it
to put a hole the size of a dim sim

in Felix's patella first,
I think we can safely assume

he was involved in criminal activity
of some kind.

Although what and who for,

unfortunately he's no longer
in a position to tell us.

This undercover thing's
been going on for a while?

Yep.

Known only to you and Bianca
and Andy and Owen?

It's standard security protocol.

So, the police are running
Brett's DNA against crimes

under our terms of reference -
in particular,

does it match either trace
found at George Healy's murder.

But we know that one of the people
that killed George killed Ash.

What if that was Brett?

I said under OUR terms of reference,
Richard.

Get the police, Lina,
to chase up the lab.

They'll have only just got the
sample. Tell them it's urgent.

Tell me as soon
as the Nobakhts come in.

Sure.

Where's Andy now?

Doing his job.

(SIREN WAILS)

Guys!

Thanks.

Bag 'em up.

Steph!

God, I'm so glad to see you.

For you.
Felix.

I knew that bastard
would do the trick.

He's a seriously scary dude, eh?

Your ex won't have known
what hit him.

(CHUCKLES)

Felix...

My name's not Steph.

Pardon?

It's Bianca.

I'm a sergeant
with the Australian Federal Police.

The man you asked to help me,
Brett Bonar,

I...

..he was shot dead this morning.

Bullshit.

I'm working for
the King Royal Commission.

That gun that was used
to shoot you in the leg,

that matched a weapon
used in other crimes

under our terms of reference.

I was tasked with getting you
to reveal who shot you.

When Brett turned up at the house,
he, um...

..recognised my colleague
and fired on us both.

So... so you... you killed Brett?

After I sent him to you?

Well...
Well, then they'll know it's me.

They'll know I've talked.
We'll protect you.

I knew this was too good to be true.

The surest way to be safe, though,

is for us to find out
exactly who was behind this

and get them off the street.

I really must have 'sucker'
stamped on my forehead.

We will provide security,
get you into witness protection.

Witness bloody protection?

There's nothing you can do
to protect me.

Nothing.

You got me to sign
my own death warrant.

Ah, Janet?

It's Roger Embry from
the State Corruption Commission.

Line three.

Right, thanks.

Roger.

Just a courtesy call to let you know

your initial hearing
is scheduled for tomorrow.

Listen, what's this actually about?

The paperwork's
being couriered over.

Hope the RC's progressing.

Hey, when the Nobakhts get here,
do you want me...

What have they got on me?

Uh...
The SCC?

Well, have you ever defamed anyone?
Judge? Pollie?

Well, every now and then
I send Tony texts

when some idiot
overturns a conviction,

but that's hardly
evidence of corruption.

Lina, have you got a moment?

So, I'll now be appearing
before the SCC in the morning

and, given they took
both your phones,

it's a fair bet
that you'll be called as witnesses.

Do you know what it's about?
No, but whatever it is,

they'll want to catch me in a lie,
make me look unethical.

And if they can do that with the
help of my own staff, even better.

So, is there anything on your phones
the SCC might throw in my face?

Some texts to me or from me
that aren't quite appropriate?

Oh, like that sext you sent me.

Have I ever sent you anything
off-colour?

Alright, have you ever texted
or emailed anyone about me,

about my work?

How... how far back?
Oh, I don't know.

Let's start with
the last couple of weeks, I suppose.

Well, I...

I texted Andy about your...
your manner.

What about it?

Well, it's hard to remember
the exact words.

Try a precis.

I think it had to do with
you knowing it all

and making the rest of us
feel stupid.

Any others?

I might have suggested that
sometimes you can be a little bit...

..unyielding
and maybe something about, um...

..you being condescending
and patronising.

Thank you, Lina.

Me?

Oh, no, no, nothing like that.

Ah, Heather did send me a text once,
um, comparing you to an ice queen,

all phenomenal cosmic powers
and a heart of ice,

But I set her straight -
I replied and said

that you're not an ice queen,
you're just a control freak.

But in a good way.
In... in a good way.

There was that text you sent me

after I told you
I found that bracelet

that Todd bought for Elaheh.

Remember when I said
we'd have to spend $1,750

and you said,
"Don't tell the taxpayer."

You don't think...
Yeah, no.

Can't be that. It's too trivial.
If I was the Attorney-General

with evidence that a political enemy
had misappropriated public funds...

The Nobakhts are here.

Bahman's up first.
Start with the money?

Or go back to the shooting?
Money.

Great.

You alright?

Yes. Let's get going.

Ms King,
can we get on with this, please?

Sam and I have already
missed our flight

and we've got to get home
so we can rebook for tomorrow.

I'm afraid you won't be
going anywhere, Mr Nobakht.

What?
You were trying to leave the country

with more than twice
the permitted amount of cash.

Our credit cards don't work in Iran.
We have to take cash.

$30,000 American?

I need it to stay out of the Army,

to avoid
compulsory military service.

We are still Iranian citizens,
so I have to.

Although, you can buy
an exemption certificate.

That's how Amil got off.

That's how all Iranian guys
who live overseas get off.

But now with the war with ISIS,

Iran needs soldiers more than money,

so we cannot buy certificate
after this week.

If I don't go back to Tehran
by Friday,

I will be sent to the Iraqi border.

Just don't go back at all.

I mean, they can't extradite you
for missing military service.

You're an Australian resident.
My mother.

Her exit visa was rejected so she
can only visit once or twice a year.

And we can go back, but it's very
difficult to all live in Australia.

If I don't get exemption in time,

they will find a reason
to arrest her.

So please, Ms King, can we just go?

We haven't finished
with Sam's evidence, Mr Nobakht.

Please sit down.

Sit down.

Where did you get US $30,000?

We've accessed
your family bank statements.

There's no record of you having
anything like this kind of cash

available before.

Amil and Todd
have a friend from school.

I think you have spoken to him.
Brett Bonar?

Brett knew we needed the money
for Sam,

so he come to Amil

and he said
he could pay us $40,000...

..if we could put our business name
and address

on the bill of lading
for some overseas container.

OK.

What was in the container?
I don't know.

Weren't you curious?

I didn't particularly like
the arrangement.

Was Brett setting this up
for himself or someone else?

I don't know anything more about it.
I just needed the money.

I told you what you wanted to know!
May we please go?

You're not going anywhere,
Mr Nobakht,

until you're straight with us.
I am!

Night of the 31st, someone
shot 14 bullets into your house.

Who?
I don't know.

Not cooperating with the
royal commission - that's contempt.

Committing perjury is worse
and now you face charges

of taking undeclared cash
out of the country.

So I'll ask you once again.

Who shot up your house?

It was Brett, OK?

Why?

I changed my mind
about the container,

wanted nothing to do with it.

But when I told Brett,

he said we still had to be
the point of contact, had to.

You understand?
He shot up your house to warn you?

It was very upsetting.

Brett was the first friend Amil made
when we come to Australia,

and for him to do this...

Why didn't you want to be involved
with the container anymore?

Todd was murdered!
Whatever was going on,

I wanted no more part of it!

But you still took the money.
We were desperate!

By then, it was our only choice.

Did Todd tell someone about
the arrangement with the container?

Is that why Brett killed him?

Brett didn't kill Todd.

How can you be sure?

Brett loved Todd.
He was shocked when he die.

Devastated! We were all devastated!
Do you know who shot him?

No. He was a good young man.

A bit foolish sometimes,
but a good husband to my daughter.

And he would have been a good father
to my grandchild.

Do you really think I wouldn't
tell you who killed him if I knew?

Alright. Thank you, Mr Nobakht.
We'll take a short break.

Then I'll call Amil for evidence.
Thank you.

Well, you've had one hell
of a morning.

Hey, you OK?
Always.

Look what just turned up
at Brett's place.

Whoa! Who needs that many guns?

Someone who shoots people
for a living.

And also, I found this
in Brett Bonar's fish tank.

It's a 9mm Zodiac PT92.

Ballistics just confirmed it put
one round into Felix Murphy's leg

and 14 into Bahman's house.
(PHONE BUZZES)

Oh, that's great news.

Lina Badir? Thank you.

Brett's DNA results are in.

Brett's DNA matches
one of the two traces

found at George Healy's murder.

And he did the drive-by
and shot Felix.

Got around, didn't he?
Has Bahman said

who Brett was arranging the
container importation for?

Doesn't know, or says he doesn't.

Andy, did Brett's DNA match traces
found at any other crime scene?

It didn't match the DNA
at Ash's murder.

Brett didn't kill her.

But he knew who did.

Must have, he worked with him.

He murdered George alongside him
and...

..and now we can't ask Brett
who that man is.

Thanks.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

FELIX: Who is it?
Me.

Get them to say their name.

"Me"? Could be anyone.

Yeah, could.

I've briefed
the witness security team.

You should have a new identity and
a ticket to the UK within 24 hours.

The UK?

Well, given the level of threat,
overseas was deemed safest.

What about my car? My stuff?
You can't.

Mum. I gotta...
You can't go home.

That part of your life's over.

Dead and buried.

Felix, you're safe here.
We weren't followed

and I've organised
a police guard for overnight.

You really are a cop, aren't you?

That doesn't mean I don't know
how scary this must be.

Or that I didn't enjoy
getting to know you.

I felt good with you...
or with Steph.

Felt like a better person
for a minute.

You are a good person, Felix.

You tried to help a woman
in fear of her life.

Seems you can look after yourself.

Giving us Brett
was a really important piece

of this gun crime puzzle the royal
commission's trying to solve.

But he didn't shoot you for free.

Whoever you owed money to paid him.

And that person, he's up to his
eyeballs in the drive-bys,

the kneecappings, the murders.

Who lent you the money?

Oh, so that's how this works?

I don't tell you what you want

and my shiny new identity and
ticket to Neverland just goes away?

No...
And I get shoved out the door

to be shot
and dumped in the Parramatta River!

You gave us Brett. Tomorrow,
we're getting you out of here.

But if we don't take down
whoever he worked for,

tomorrow there'll be another Brett

in Western Sydney,
shooting people for money.

I can't tell you.
They'll find out.

No, they won't. You're safe here.
Well, how do you know?

They could have got in
and bugged the place.

This place is secure, Felix.
Trust me.

Trust you?

I already did.

The phone number on the bill of
lading for the container was yours.

Yes, I put my number on the form.

When I was told
the container arrived,

I let Brett know, but that's it.

Who did Brett report to?
No idea.

Get the call it was there,
let Brett know.

It was
a straightforward arrangement.

Which included
falsifying Port Authority documents

and knowingly
making bogus claims to Customs.

For which you were paid.

Thank you, you're excused.

My hands are tied on the money.

My wife faces jail in three days.

If you give me your wife's address,

I can make sure that
we involve the relevant authorities.

Australian police
have no power there!

ISIS is 100km
from the Iran-Iraq border.

Sam is not a soldier.

This royal commission of yours

is set up to protect us
from gun violence.

And you're going to send
my youngest boy, a film student,

to face the bullets of ISIS?

Are you?

Shame on you, Miss King!

Janet. Janet, please.

You know what it's like
to lose someone that you love.

We've already lost Todd.

Please.

OWEN: Do we believe
that the Nobakhts had no idea

that the container
was full of guns

or who Brett was working for
or with or...

I believe them.

I think they considered him
to be part of the family.

And now they've lost him too.
Well...

Live by the sword...

Hi.
Bianca.

Ever noticed how undercover work
on TV seems so glamorous?

I saw Felix.
He's not gonna tell us anything.

Right. The expression
'square one' springs to mind.

Did you explain
how critical that name is?

He's terrified they'll blame him
for Brett's death.

Short odds.
I've got him into WitSec.

They're moving him OS. But for him,
the only safe path is silence.

I'll speak to him.

You won't change his mind.
I'm the one who's lost a partner.

He won't see just another cop. He'll
see a victim of crime, just like him.

Just another cop?
That's not what I meant.

Why didn't you speak to him
yourself?

Instead of creating a situation
where someone got killed!

We need that name.
He's traumatised, Janet.

We've stirred up serious shit
for him. It's not fair do this.

If Felix doesn't tell what he knows,

another innocent person's
gonna end up with a bullet in them.

That's not fair.

Briefing room now.

Lina, the woman Keisha
heard scream when Todd was shot?

I'm going through
the police interviews,

contacting every female
in the area - there are hundreds.

Alright, what about Brett?
I've been going through his phones.

He had three. He had numbers for all
the powerful men in Western Sydney,

including Patrick Boccaro, Sam Hall,

Luigi Alfarno, Ahmed Mohammed,

Mustafa Ibrahim, Bao Long -
practically every POI on the board,

including Simon Hamilton.

Brett Bonar called Simon Hamilton
three weeks before Todd was killed.

This major's looking dodgier
by the minute.

OK, unless we get any more
out of Brett's phone,

the Nobakhts are unlikely.

And until Felix Murphy reveals
at whose behest he was kneecapped,

best line of inquiry
for Todd Wilson's murder

and the container of guns
is now Major Simon Hamilton.

There are connections.
Todd stole Simon's identity.

We can't prove Simon knew that.

Todd was shot with a 3D-printed gun

Simon had a file
for one of these on his computer.

But we searched his house.
No printer, no filaments.

No evidence he'd ever
actually made a weapon.

Could have made it at work,
taken it home.

And Simon's never said where he was
the night that Todd was murdered.

Should we recall him?
No, he stonewalls.

Let's wait until we've got a plan
and we can break him down.

How far back have you gone
into Simon's phone?

Two weeks before Todd's murder.

Maybe we should go further.
Two months, three.

You can find all sorts of things
on phones.

It's the best sav blanc
the house can provide.

Cheers.

Are you not drinking? Shit day?

What do you think?
You were almost killed.

No, the worst thing
that happened to me

was a mountain
of post-shooting paperwork.

I hear this place
does great falafel.

How was it, being undercover?

It wasn't really. I just came in
to play out a scenario with Bianca.

I saw the surveillance footage.

From the reserve.

Yeah.

That's pretty intense, watching...

..watching what you did to her.

It had to convince Felix.

It looked like when you grabbed her
you were doing it for real.

We'd talked about it.
Bianca knew what was coming.

That you'd toss her to the ground
and put a gun to her head?

She said I had to go that far.
It was all with her consent.

And I'm sorry you had to see it.

I'm sorry you had to do it.

Um...

..I've got some news.

Um... I'm pregnant.

(WHISPERS) You're joking?

(LAUGHING) No, I'm not.

Oh, my God, are you serious?

Come in.

Is it true Brett
was killed by the police?

Something to do
with the royal commission?

Yeah.

So like him to want to help find out
who killed Todd.

Why...

Why did you let him be there?
He was helping you.

You should have protected him.
You shouldn't have let him get shot!

Keisha.

Brett wasn't working
FOR the royal commission.

What do you mean?

What do you mean, Richard?

I mean, we were focusing on him.

What, he... he was a suspect?

Royal commissions
don't use that terminology.

We prefer 'person of interest'.

Yes, Brett's activities brought
him under our terms of reference...

What activities?
I can't reveal the details.

He was into some pretty nasty stuff.

I'm sure he wasn't a saint, but...

..he was always
completely sweet to me.

He was involved in gun crime.

You're not telling me
he killed his best friend?

No, other crimes.

Brett wouldn't hurt anyone.

I don't... I don't believe it.

Well, that's up to you.

You're not telling me
what he's done!

God forbid you do anything
that might upset your boss!

It's nothing to do with Janet.
You always do what she tells you!

Yeah, she's usually right!

Sorry.

Why are you here?

Why are you here?
What do you want?

To see you.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Richard.

(THUNDER CRACKLES)

(KIDS SQUEAL AND LAUGH)

LIAM: Then I made a Play-Doh.

Oh, Liam, how fun.
What did you make?

A blue snake.
Oh!

Well, I can't wait
to meet Mr Blue Snake.

EMMA: I bit his head off.
Emma.

Did you put it back on for Liam?

ROBYN: Come on. Wash your hands,
you two. Then fish fingers.

Are you coming up Saturday?
Yeah, I'm hoping to.

Things are just a little bit hectic
at the moment.

OK, keep me informed.

Did you find your iPad?

The kids like seeing your face,
you know.

No, not yet. But I promise
I'll FaceTime them tomorrow, OK?

Alright. I'd better get them fed.

Say goodbye to Mummy.

Bye, Mummy.
Bye, Mummy!

Bye, darlings! I love you!

(PHONE BEEPS)

Nourishing noodles.

Nourishing enough.

Did you speak to Felix?

I decided it was a bad look.

For you?

For the royal commission.

So you're on stand-down?

Automatic, after a shooting.

And the obligatory counselling.

You'll have to talk
about what happened.

Plenty of opportunity.

Between us, police complaints,
the coroner.

Well, you won't have a case
to answer.

I mean, you had to shoot him.

Didn't you?

If I didn't want him to shoot Andy
and then me, yes.

God, all that work.

We don't know that Brett
would have talked.

But to get that close
and lose everything.

You know I'm the one who...

Taking a human life
is not insignificant,

no matter what horrific things
that person has done.

Of course...

And Felix, he rebuilt his life
and now it's ruined,

because I did a brilliant job
winning him over,

which got us nowhere.

On top of that,
the SCC has taken my phone,

trawling through it
looking for God knows what...

I'm sorry all this has happened.

I just don't think I can talk about
your commission right now, Janet.

Then perhaps we should leave things.

NEWSREADER: The 28-year-old man
shot here by police this morning

has been identified
as Brett Ian Bonar.

Police are refusing to confirm.

Mr Bonar's death
is connected to investigations

arising from the King
Royal Commission into gun crime.

Meanwhile, Robert Carter
maintains his vigil

at his wife Jane's bedside
in Bankstown Hospital.

Mrs Carter has been in a coma since
her car was struck by a vehicle

driven by George Healy,

another person of interest
to the royal commission.

(SHOWER RUNNING)
Mr Healy was found dead a week later

in what police have called
suspicious circumstances.

With violent crime showing no sign
of abating in the city's west,

Commissioner Janet King has yet
to issue even an interim report.

The Attorney General
has also not commented.

(BIRDS TWEETING, DOG BARKING)

Oww.

I have to go to work.
Aww!

Work schmerk.

This morning's important, OK?

There's a hearing, and Janet,
she really expects...

Oh, I thought you'd ditched
that security blanket.

I can't let her down, OK?

I'm steeped in Protestant
work ethic, like, up to here.

Dutiful to my core.

I like your hair like that.

It's more you.

The people of New South Wales

expect their public officials
to be of impeccable character

and to display behaviour
that is beyond reproach.

Now, when it comes to allegations of
corruption against public officials,

they apply what is quaintly referred
to as 'the pub test'.

That is, if behaviour looks,
sounds or smells corrupt,

then it probably is.

This State Corruption Commission
hearing

is the result
of information received.

Information which suggests, Ms King,

that you, someone who holds one
of the highest of public offices,

attempted to pervert
the course of justice.

Commissioner Embry, may I ask when
this alleged attempt took place,

and what it actually was?

No, Mr Gillies, you may not.

While Ms King may wish
to listen to you, I do not.

Sit down.

Ms King, as a lawyer,
a member of the Bar, Senior Counsel,

an employee of the DPP
and now a royal commissioner,

would you agree that your conduct
must be of the highest order?

Yes, and mine is.

(WHISPERS) Didn't want
to get out of bed, Richard?

Nope.

So your colleagues
would have no reason

to criticise your professionalism?

Well, there are personal niggles
in any workplace,

and differences of opinion,

but beyond that, no.

What about these texts
from your colleagues?

"She's patronising

"and doesn't listen to advice
from anyone else on principle."

"Ballbreaker."

"Always has to be right."

"Judge, jury, executioner,
J's got it all covered."

"She's an ice queen."

"Blizzards of opinions,
spears dissent with icicles,

"snowflake emoji, snowflake emoji."

"Not an ice queen,
just a control freak."

Hardly a ringing endorsement
of your objectivity.

My team and I work
under high pressure.

I mean, it's natural that fuses blow
every now and again,

but none of this comes
even close to evidence

of perverting the course of justice.

We've received a complaint
alleging you've engaged in

inappropriate behaviour.
Who made that complaint?

The informant has chosen
to remain anonymous.

But our searches
through your personal devices

have confirmed
the allegation had substance.

"Tell her about Filippetti.
She'll be fine."

By Filippetti,
you were referring to...

Crown versus Filippetti, 1984.

And what happened in that case?

The accused was not convicted
of possession

because the drugs were found
in the living room of a house

shared by many people,

so the Crown could not...

So the Crown could not prove
who actually owned the drugs.

In other words,
you were giving Mr Stirling advice

on what his friend needed to do
to avoid charges of drug possession.

Advising on ways
to avoid criminal charges -

that is perverting the course
of justice, Ms King, is it not?

Janet, I'm so, so sorry.

I never should have
gotten you involved.

It's a bit late now. She's already
facing a full public hearing.

Did you forward that text to anyone?
No.

Well, did one of Keisha's flatmates
get a hold of your phone, or...

I didn't even see them.
They were all out at some gig.

Would it help if I explained?

Fell on my sword? Self-immolated?
It's not your fault, Richard.

Roger Embry's had it in for me
for years.

Never forgiven me for turning down
his drunken proposition at uni.

Don't forget he's a mate
of the Attorney-General. Hello?

What I want to know is how the SCC
found out about that text.

Not from me.
Well, somebody found out about it.

Janet, listen...
Don't you have somewhere to be?

Ah, how are you feeling?

Strong? Weak? Icy?
Spit it out.

Your sister-in-law's appealing
the probate judge's ruling

on the frozen embryo.

Now, it's listed for hearing,

but with everything
on your plate at the moment,

my advice would be
to seriously consider

whether it's worth pursuing.

I don't know. I don't know.

Deborah.
Deb's the anonymous informant.

Well, how do you figure that?

You remember when I texted Richard
and she was sitting nearby.

Do you think she overheard me talking
about drugs in the living room,

or could she possibly have googled
Filippetti?

Ahh...

Aunty Deb with her platitudes
about family and love.

Janet. Janet.

You know, I won that probate ruling,
Tony.

Jesus, Janet, you do not want
another court case now.

You're already the subject
of a corruption investigation,

and you're running
a royal commission.

Not to mention giving Lincoln 'God's
gift to Attorney-Generalling' Priest

another stick to beat you with.

Let me know when you want
to talk appeal tactics.

Oh...

I take it Roger Embry's
off the Christmas card list?

Oh, good to hear
the grapevine's healthy.

Couple of journalists
phoned already,

asking why you've been caught
by the SCC.

I gave them my best finger.

As only you can. Anything else?

Andy sorted out
the infra-red cameras,

but he stopped short
of buying you a new iPad.

Simon Hamilton's phone?
Barren as a boulder so far.

Screaming female witness? Richard?

Ballistics on the guns Andy found
at Brett's are starting to come in.

I'm checking those against
other firearm incidents.

Keep up the good work.

Did she say
"Keep up the good work"?

I think I like her better
as an ice queen.

Simon Hamilton's phone -
I've been going through

everything he had on it.

Calls, texts, emails, photos.

I'm about three months back

and there's nothing
you wouldn't expect.

But just now the signal came up

showing that an app
had been deleted.

I ran it through the recon program,
reconstructed it.

Turned out to be a dating app.

Well, not so much dating as a "meet
and let's have sex right away" app.

Soon as you open it up, up
comes photos of people in your area

who're up for it.
I know what a hook-up app is.

Ah. This one was a gay one.

OK.
Yeah, I know.

I pegged Simon Hamilton for
as straight as they come too,

so I started going
through all the profiles

of the blokes he'd checked out.

Look, his sexual orientation's
of no relevance to us.

I know it's not. It's not that.

This was the last guy
Simon hooked up with.

After this, he deleted the app.

Robbie Carter?

How's that for a coincidence?

That's not a coincidence.

It can't be.

Who is it?
Me.

Sergeant Grieve.

So you say.

(SIGHS PROFOUNDLY)

Oh, I play myself.

A form of therapy.

Most people in your situation
would go for scotch.

Passport and a new name.

Midday flight to Heathrow.

References for you as a chef
and bank account details.

Ten thousand dollars?

Well, it's not a sheep station,

but it's enough to keep you going
till you find a job.

Blow that all in one night
if my luck turned south.

Hey!

Don't worry, I won't. I hope.

Thanks.

Constable will take you
to the airport, if you're ready.

OK.

You ready?
Yep.

Just hate leaving a game unfinished.

Thanks, mate. Cheers.

Well, goodbye, Sergeant.

Good luck, Felix.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Oi, Steph.

That game.

You should make the next move.

You cannot keep saying
that you have nothing to do

with the tragedies
that happen around you!

Please, we have the answers.
Please go.

Answers hardly matter now.
We know who killed Todd.

I think it's time.
What will you do?

It's been an honour, Janet.

It was you, wasn't it?

The anonymous call
that could end my career.

So what would it take for you
to be an ally rather than an enemy?

I have no choice
but to suspend this royal commission

and all current operations
will cease immediately.

So really I have two choices.

Resignation or a completely ruined
reputation.

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