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Mum, look, it's Graham.
..receivership.

Pax chairman Mr Graham King

is being investigated by the
Australian Securities Commission

for breaches of the Company Code.

Here I was, thinking you were actually

gonna do something for
someone else for once.

Don't be so childish,
Janet. It's business.

Oh!

Oh!

- Zoe DiCosta?
- Yeah, hi.

That road race in Beijing, when you
won gold, that was... awesome.

Mr Mitchell, hello.

Who did you want to
speak to? Janet? Tony?

Uh, actually... you.

I'm in meetings all afternoon, but
maybe we can meet end of the day.

Yeah, I can do that.

Holy Dooley. It's the arsonist.

You're a bit of a dark horse,
aren't you, Mr Wesley John Foster?

Sold!

To the hottest lawyer
in town, Richie Stirlo.

So, listen, there's,
uh... there's 10 there.

I'll come pick it up in a
couple of weeks, all right?

After all the photos.

He'll kill me if I stay.

Who's behind this scam?

Darren bloody Faulkes.

- Welcome to the club.
- Thank you.

If we want to
break open Darren fast,

we need someone he already trusts.

I know someone.

- Don't stop.
- Are you sure?

Just don't stop.

Does this make your... request

one that I can't refuse?

Janet King 3x06
July 6, 2017

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This is all I could find.

You sure you don't want
me to get someone in?

No. No.

You can make it to the toilet all right?

Hmm?

All right. Well, Rose'll be home
with the kids at about 4:00.

Great. Uh, what did you tell them?

I said you'd been robbed
by a very bad person

and you'll stay with us
until you feel better.

Ah.

Uh, I've had to declare
personal bankruptcy, of course.

As the director of a
company in receivership,

it was only appropriate.

So, all my assets are being
sold, including the house.

But being able to stay here

while I sort this stupid court case

is, um... appreciated.

Yeah, well it'll be... good

to spend some time together.

Yeah, yeah.

- All right, you need anything else?
- No.

Hey. You forgiven me yet?

Yeah, but I want a rematch.

Stableford rules this time. None
of that match-playing rubbish.

- Tuesday morning.
- Double or nothing.

- Your funeral.
- Ha-ha.

Sit down, mate.

Listen, you got my
message about the phone?

- Uh, yeah, it's in the car.
- Good.

'Cause I mean, those techos,

they can turn them into a
microphone just like that.

Thank you.

So, how can I help?

Well, I was hoping we
could help each other.

I mean, I don't want
something for nothing.

So, I know you and I both like
a punt, hedging our bets.

Well, unnecessary risk
is a fool's game, mate.

Right. Exactly.

So, I want to make some safe bets
and I thought, with your contacts,

maybe you could point me
in the right direction.

What, you looking to make a second
stream of revenue or something?

Oh, you know what it's like, mate.

No matter how much you've got, you
always want a little bit more.

Yeah.

All right, I'll have a think about it.

- Good.
- Get back to you.

Thank you.

- Now I've got something for you.
- Mm-hm?

Wesley Foster.

- Don't know him.
- Oh, he's a mate of mine.

But the idiot got done with
an unlicensed gun in his car.

Now, that's just a minor
charge, though, right?

Possibly.

If I'm right, there'd be
no need to oppose bail.

Well, yeah. I mean, I'll have to
have a look into the circumstances.

All I can ask.

- And I'll do the same.
- Right.

- Thanks, mate. Talk soon.
- Righto. Take it easy.

Simon?

Yeah, mate. It's Owen Mitchell.

Got a little update on
that, uh... that situation.

Ah! Lina.

- Owen.
- So, bail hearings.

What?

Just got word from Macquarie Street.

We've got so many small-time
crooks on remand,

it's costing a fortune.

Now, how many bail hearings
do we have coming up

in the next month or two?

- Oh, dozens.
- Okay.

Well, uh, unless they're
on terrorist charges

or they've got a thousand priors,

don't oppose.

I've squared it away with
the Police Commissioner.

- Everyone's on board.
- Okay.

So, where are you off to, anyway? Court?

Uh, back home, sorry.

Ah.

What, some secret study
for your bar exams?

Childcare crisis. Just came
in to pick up some work.

For here, not just for the exams.

I'll get something sorted and
be back in tomorrow, I promise.

I hope so.

Were we too hard on Richard?

- Coercion wasn't the major factor.
- Oh, really?

No, it's more like he
wants to prove something.

Yes, well, as long as he doesn't say
'yes' as an intellectual exercise

and then back off when
things start to get dicey.

He won't.

Oh, maybe it's the wrong option.

Richard IS the only option.

Inside Darren's house
is fully covered now.

Cars, phones, plus his in-laws,
family, all their phones too.

All ready for take-off.

- Uh... did I authorise this?
- She did.

- Um, did anyone consider the cost?
- Of course.

How deeply?

Well, we have to give it all we've got.

And a big public win
would help you enormously.

I'm not doing it for me.

Nonetheless, more than one
cabinet minister has asked me

whether you're back in top gear.

The timing would be exquisite.

Which cabinet ministers?

Further details
were not forthcoming.

What are you doing?

There's always
a camera. Be ready.

Don't you post that anywhere. Please.

Jaz won't see it. She's not on anything.

Well, someone will.

Okay. I won't share
it with anyone, I promise.

It's cute, though. You are
definitely above average.

Do you really think
Janet wants your job?

Oh... I know she does.

Luckily, I'm one step ahead.

- Don't underestimate her.
- Ooh, never.

Not Janet.

- What?
- They're the orders.

- Where's her bottle?
- In the bag.

- Including Wes Foster?
- Yeah.

Possession of an unlicensed firearm.

Three firearms, one a semi-automatic,

and then a bag of speed.

But no priors, so I can't oppose.

He's also a murderer and an arsonist.

Which he hasn't been charged with.

Because we didn't want
everyone to know what we know.

- Which is why no one does.
- Well, you do now.

Andy, please, he's my boss.

He's given me some pretty
clear instructions.

It's bad enough I have to keep
sneaking off and working from home.

I said I'd stay
home with her, didn't I?

Oh, like you meant it.
It's okay, darling.

It's only for a
couple of months.

Wayne Page busted his knee

and Bianca needed another
cop in a hurry, that's all.

We were in a bind. I thought
you were fine with that.

Was it ever up for discussion?

Look, I'll be fine. Just go.

That's an
inconvenient policy change.

Owen told Lina the
Minister was complaining

about money being wasted
keeping guys on remand,

so I think he's just
trying to please his boss.

Now? The very day we don't
want Owen bailing people?

It's just a coincidence.

What do they know about Wes?

I just said we had more on him
than we charged him with.

Leaves us with a nice
problem, though, doesn't it?

If we want Darren to use
Richard as a courier,

we need his usual go-to guy
not to be an option for him.

Tail Wes from remand
and be a little careless.

We need eyes on him 24/7
and he has to know it.

I'll get a warrant to wire his flat.

- Worried?
- Yes.

Where's Richard? Has
he called Darren yet?

No. I think he's still writing his will.

Mr Faulkes. Richard Stirling.

I was Clay Nelson's counsel
and Nate Baldwin's.

We met at the fundraising auction
for the Pax Sports Foundation.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I
remember you. Remember you.

- You bought the bat for me.
- Yes, yes.

- You haven't lost it, have ya?
- No.

Oh, that's good mate, 'cause if
you did, you'd owe me 10 grand.

Oh, It's right here.

- In fact, I was thinking, um...
- Mm-hm?

Perhaps I should bring it around
some time... today, or tonight...

you know, whenever suits.

Why don't you bring it over this arvo?
Got some people coming round.

Okay. Great.

Hey. When will you be finished?

Late.

I have to supervise
the installs at Wes's.

Graham's there anyway, isn't he?

You can still join
us for dinner afterwards.

I don't think I'll make it tonight.

Don't you two need to be alone?

Have you talked much so far?

After all those years with
barely any contact at all,

totally unresolved feelings...

Look, he's preparing for a
court case at the moment,

could land him in jail, so
it's hardly the right time.

It's never gonna be
the right time, Janet.

You need to bring stuff up.

- He's not going to.
- I know that!

I'll see you.

Okay, ready to go.

- Thank you for this.
- Easy-peasy.

You know there's a plan
afoot for a sleepover?

I did hear a rumour.
That's fine with me.

You all right?

Just a bit chesty. Nothing contagious.

How's it going, if I'm allowed to ask?

Oh, we're getting there, but
you were extremely helpful.

- Good. Glad to hear it.
- All right.

Okay, back in a couple of hours.

Run well.

Race ya.

Now, there's a real champion.

And she did it in a... in a
race full of drug cheats.

You know, four or five of
those girls in the race

had been suspended at
some time or another.

AND she attacked them on a hill.

Sheer strength of will.

Mm. She's a good mum too.

- Thank you.
- Isn't that your lawyer's job?

I sacked him.

That's... impulsive.

He was an idiot.

Well I... I know some
good ones, if you...

Janet, I'm bankrupt.

I can't turn up to court with
a 10,000-a-day barrister.

It's either Legal Aid
or self-representation.

These are my options.

I know you believe you can do
anything if you set your mind to it,

but this is a complex issue
with serious consequences.

Which is why I must prepare properly.

No. Listen.

Okay, sorry. Let's start with
a proposition, all right?

You have made some wrong
decisions, yes, at various times...

- Not necessarily.
- Over the years.

Just become the outcome of
a choice is unexpected...

All right.

...doesn't mean that the
decision was wrong.

Well, just... at least let Tony
and me look at some of this.

Only in the name of good preparation.

And that way, before you represent
yourself in front of a real court,

you can practise opposite
a real prosecutor or two.

Get your arguments razor-sharp, yes?

Yeah, that...

Thank you. That...
that could be helpful.

Richard.

That's me.

Hey. Thank you. Welcome.

Welcome. Come on in.

Shut that for us, will ya?

Jeez, I'm glad you reminded me
about this. I'd almost forgotten.

Now with Clay dead, it's
probably doubled in value.

Lucky you didn't auction
it online and clean up.

I doubt that would
have been a wise move.

Maxine didn't tell porkies
about me, now, did she?

No, no. She was very discreet.

Maybe the odd anecdote.

Which I've... forgotten now, of course.

She did talk about you,
though. That I remember.

- She liked you a lot.
- We were a great team.

You know, we worked well
together. She... she trusted me.

About her... her business
and her clients.

Such as?

Well, if I told you that, I wouldn't
be very trustworthy, would I?

Ahh.

Want to join us? Hmm?
We've got food, got wine.

Several unattached ladies... or
men, if that takes your fancy.

Thanks. I might.

Just for a minute or so.

Oh... Or an hour, maybe.

- If that's okay.
- Absolutely.

What's your poison?

I'd love a scotch,
if you've got one.

Yeah, yeah, we
can manage one of those.

- How's it going?
- Passed the first test.

Now he's just enjoying
his host's generosity.

- Using his own shit again, is he?
- Yep.

- It's mine now.
- Hey! Hey, come back!

Keep an eye on him.

Hey, Richard.

- I see you've met my beautiful girl.
- I have.

So, a model and a lawyer share a drink.

Sounds like the start
of a joke, doesn't it?

Well, there's no shortage
of lawyer jokes in the world.

No, now, what does a lawyer
get when you give him Viagra?

Taller.

What's the difference

between a lawyer and a bucket of shit?

The bucket.

You betcha.

Hey, darling, would you mind
getting me another drink?

- Sure.
- Thanks, babe.

So, Richie, why law, mate?

Hmm?

It pays well, and I like
money. Simple as that.

Ah, a man of my own heart.

Look who's here, then, eh?

Nate?

- Don't worry, I'm not gonna hit him.
- Yeah, Nate, come on.

But you know what you
did, don't you, dickhead?

Nate, you've got to
remember the circumstances.

No, he got Lucy on her own
when she was really confused...

Yeah, I... I know.

..and then told her all this shit

about how I controlled all her money.

Hmm? Keeping her trapped
or something, right?

So, now she's left me.
You fuckin' happy?

Or were you really hoping
that she'd run to you?

Yeah, that was it,
wasn't it? What a joke.

As if she'd ever want to root a
sneaky piece of shit like you.

Nate!

- For fuck's sake!
- I'm going.

- You right?
- Yeah.

No, I... kind of had
that coming, actually.

You what?

She DID run to you.

Are you kidding me?

And I thought
I was the opportunist.

You and Lucy Baldwin? Fuck me.

That's impressive.

- We'd better get you a drink.
- Yeah.

Come on.

This is the man

who talked Clay Nelson
into killing himself?

Whenever Darren wants real
dirty work done quickly and quietly,

Wes is his go-go guy.

And, Richard, remember
he's a killer, okay?

So, if you see him,
just be extra careful.

Um... what did Darren say
about me after I left?

Did he... did he have any doubts?

Oh, he didn't say much. He can
assume that we're listening to him.

Just remember the money trail
is what we're after, all right?

We can't get him on anything else.

He's too good at staying arm's length.

But eventually, somehow, he'll want
to get his hands on his money.

Well, there's no point in
making it otherwise, I suppose.

Precisely.

Richard Stirling,
yeah. I know him.

Used to be a total nerd and now
he's a big shot celebrity lawyer.

Yeah, well, that total
nerd banged Lucy Baldwin.

- What? Really?
- Yeah. Mm-hm.

- Go, Rich.
- Mm.

Hey, he wouldn't be friends

with anyone at the National
Crime Commission, would he?

Not that I know of. I mean, you
know, it's the legal profession.

We all bump into each
other occasionally,

but... apart from that...

Why?

Oh, well, I've been bumping into
him occasionally myself, you know.

Well, he used to represent
Nate Baldwin, all right?

And I know the NCC are
keeping tabs on me...

- Oh, listen, your phone.
- Yeah, it's back at the office.

Cool.

I just don't want him to get into
trouble if I just happen to ask him,

you know, a bit of legal
advice every now and again.

No, trust me. You would not
be anywhere on their radar.

By the way, your mate, uh, Wes Foster...

he's out on bail.

Yeah, I know.

- Thanks for that.
- Pleasure.

You know, I've been giving thought
to your little inquiry too.

Oh, much appreciated.

Yeah, I might be able to
help you out there myself.

With those, uh, betting tips.

Brilliant. Although there is a
little bit of a complication.

- Mm?
- Because of my position...

..I was hoping to bet offshore.

And hopefully with a little
bit of inside information.

So, I was thinking if maybe one
of your contacts has connections

to maybe... I don't know,
some international games?

- That'd be helpful.
- Of course.

But they are just...

tips.

- They're not certainties.
- I know.

In my experience, I
find that some people

are better at calculating
probable outcome than others.

It's just a skill... like any other.

Yeah.

Exactly. It's just a skill.

I'll ask around.

Owen?

Bonnie? Wes has company.

Shannon Hinksman.

- So, what'd you get stopped for?
- Oh, broken tail light.

Bit of other shit.

- What, you just unlucky?
- I think so.

I've got a friend outside, which
seems a bit over the top.

The Crime Commission's
got some crazy idea

that I saw Clay Nelson before he died.

But they got nothing solid.
They're full of shit, mate.

That's it, then. Nothing else?

Not from the cops.

Ah, well, try to stay out of trouble.

I'll be right.

Just gonna watch a bit
of telly. Do some laundry.

Well, if you want a feed
later on, let us know.

- I'll bring you something around.
- Cheers, bloke.

- See ya, Shannon.
- Catch ya.

Darren Faulkes.

How can one man have so many
links to so many people?

That's his real business.

Being helpful and generous

is a very good way of building
influence and protection.

Carrots are very effective,

as long as you've got a
stick when you need one.

And, yet, he's barely
left the house all week.

Well, maybe.

His phone's been in the house all day,

but his girlfriend went out
for a couple of hours.

He might have been in the boot of
the car, met someone secretly.

But with resources stretched,
I had to make the call,

stay with the house or go with her.

And now they're at home, doing nothing?

- According to surveillance.
- Right. Well, I'm off home too.

Are these the files on
your father's case?

Oh, yeah. Thanks for agreeing to that.

No problem, now he's not
in the middle of all this.

Um, there's...

there's some extra food if you...
wanted to have dinner tonight.

Oh, yeah?

Graham back in his own place?

No, he's still there, but
it's Indian curry night.

I'm in.

- Knock, knock.
- Who's there?

The chicken.

- That's very good!
- It's such a funny joke.

Does anyone want any more?

No, thanks.

Thank you, just a pappadam.
I'm not that keen on spicy food.

Tuna mornay. That's my
favourite home-cooked dish.

It's about to come out!

Does your mother make
it for Liam and Emma?

No. She hasn't made it since
you two parted, actually.

She took her anger out on a recipe.

Who'd have thought that was
a good coping strategy?

Ah, got it.

Oh! That's been wobbly for
ages! Oh, what a whopper.

Yes, Tooth Fairy! I'll
get two dollars tonight.

- Two dollars?
- She got two dollars last time.

Yeah, I did.

Did she?

I only asked for one, but I got two.

Oh, inflation in Fairyland.

Can we watch something?

Or do we have to clean up?

Since when have you ever cleaned up?

All right, yes. One hour screen time.

I'll help you choose it.
I'll wash this before we...

- I want to choose!
- We give it to the tooth fairy.

And no fighting.

We watched that last time!

No fighting!

You know what?

One year, when Janet was, uh,
eight or nine, she lost a tooth.

She told us she didn't believe
in the Tooth Fairy at all.

And I said, "Of course
there's a Tooth Fairy."

And she said, well, if I was right,

then the Tooth Fairy would
know where the tooth was,

no matter where she hid it.

So, that night, she took it out
of the glass of water by her bed,

and I had to wait till she
was fast asleep and...

crawl around her room in
the dark, trying to find it.

She always did have a logical mind.

- Hmm.
- What?

Oh, I'm just curious.

Janet told me when you left her mother

that you hardly ever contacted her.

No. I always sent birthday
cards and... Christmas cards.

She... always knew how to reach me.

All right, they're settled.

I was just remembering
the Tooth Fairy incident.

Oh, yes.

I think it took
me nearly an hour,

frantic that you might wake up,

crawling around and just...

He refused to admit I was right.

He said, "Yes, there is a Tooth Fairy."

I said, "No, there isn't."
He said, "Yes, there is."

I said, "No, there isn't."

It went yes, no, yes, no,
until I finally said,

"You know what, I'll prove it to you."

So, I hid the bloody thing.

- In a seashell under your bed.
- Mm.

And when I woke up, it was gone.

- And there was a coin in its place.
- That's right.

Five cents, which I had to hold
up in front of me and say,

"Yes, there really is a Tooth Fairy."

Well, I couldn't let you get
one up on me that easily.

I mean, I was, what,
seven? Just a little girl.

And, incidentally, I was right.

Yeah, we were both right.

What I was trying to say, that...
many things don't exist,

but are, nevertheless, real.

Such as?

Wonder. Love.

What?

Well, love doesn't have
a material existence,

but we all know that it's real.

And is that based on feelings,
or just ontological reasoning?

No, no, the point is that the...

the Tooth Fairy, Santa
Claus, the Easter Bunny,

they're all representations
of the happiness and love

that we bring into our children's lives.

You must know that with
those two up there.

And that's really why you crawled
around in the dark half the night,

looking for a tooth?

Because you loved me?

Isn't that what you
really wanted me to do?

I'm going to have a shower.

- Do some reading.
- Yeah, yeah.

You have to tell him
how much he's hurting you.

If you want an apology,
you have to let him know.

- No.
- Because at the moment...

- He hates self-pity.
- It's not self-pity.

I can't...

- Hey...
- I can't tell him...

that he shattered my
whole... whole life,

and... and ask for something
to make me feel better.

He... he won't. I just...

- I want...
- What?

You want him to love you.

Yes, but by knowing what
he's done to me, without...

Without telling him how you feel?
Don't you see what's missing here?

He won't be open until you are.

No. I can't go first. I won't go first.

Go first, I lose.

And you know, stop... stop telling
me how to deal with my father, yeah?

It's our relationship, so...

And obviously, it's the
most important one

in your life at the moment, so...

- Oh, God.
- Until that changes...

Look, Janet, I am in love with you.

But... sometimes I just feel
like I'm nothing in your life.

You're only interested in me
when no one else is around.

When you're with Pearl,
I'm second fiddle.

- Your father, second fiddle.
- Second fiddle?

- I asked you to move in with me.
- Janet, I...

I've just got, you know...

I've got quite a lot going on at the
moment, in case you hadn't realised.

Well, why don't you deal
with all of that first,

and then we can talk about us?

- Good idea?
- Yeah, good idea.

See you tomorrow.

Oh, can you pick up Amal from day care?

You've just got to be there by 6:00.

If you can't, let me know.

No, no, I'll... I'll be there.

Great.

- But if anything happens...
- No, it shouldn't.

It shouldn't, right? That's...
I know, though.

How is Owen?

Oh, barely there, actually.
Even left his phone at work.

How did that happen? Thought
it was surgically connected.

- Too preoccupied.
- With what?

Sex.

He ran off to make out with his babe

and... just forgot about
work for a few hours.

It's happened a few times this week.

What are you doing? Are you
trying to start a rumour?

No, I saw the text, or sext, to
be more accurate, on his phone.

What?! It beeped, so I looked.

And whoever this Bonnie
is, she's a goer.

The message was very
explicit. I blushed.

See ya, babe.

- Bye!
- Bye.

- Bonnie?
- And Owen?

Well, it's A Bonnie. I
guess it's the same one.

Oh, I'll kill her.

How did... how does she even know him?

I was meeting him about Nate Baldwin.

She was at the same bar.

And he called here, do you remember?

And she said it was "the
piping-hot Mr Mitchell."

Ohh...

What's she told him? Does
Lina know anything else?

Maybe nothing's been said.

- And maybe the Earth's flat.
- It's possible.

Not about the Earth,

but she does know that
everything here is confidential.

No, no, even if she thinks
she's being discreet,

Owen would have found out something.

He got involved with her for a reason.

Well, another reason.

Look, I've got the next
shift on Wes, so...

Yeah, thanks. Go.

Seriously, what are we going to do?

Someone told Darren that
Graham had come back in here.

Could have been her.

Oh, all that needed was someone
in the cafe downstairs

watching who was coming and going.

I... I don't think she's that silly.

Says the woman who calls her Bouncy.

She's already made one big mistake.

I don't think she's
going to make another.

Fold.

- Fold.
- Yeah, man.

Actually boys, grab a
drink or something.

I'm done. I'm gonna take a break.

Hey, Richie?

You fold pretty easily, don't ya?

Haven't seen you bluff once.

I don't have the face for it.

You don't play at all, do you?

And, yet, when I called you,

you made it sound like
you played all the time.

Look...

Is this my natural environment?

Not really.

But...

a lot of people come to you wanting
the name of a good lawyer.

And they pay... well.

And I want to make sure it's my
name that you give them, so...

..yeah, I was keen to join in.

And that's the truth, I swear. I am
being straight with you, Darren.

You fuckin' better be.

Only get one chance with me, mate.

Now, I actually might
have something for you.

Thommo got done for DUI
last night, fuckin' idiot.

You get him a Section 10, there'll
be five grand in it for you.

Has he got any previous PCAs?

No, no, not that I know of.

Does his livelihood depend
on him keeping his licence?

Oh, maybe.

No... Think carefully and
let me ask you again.

Does it?

Absolutely.

'Cause I'd have to let him go.

He'd lose his house, be
on the bones of his arse.

True justice is the rule of law

tempered by compassion for
each individual situation.

Leave the rest to me. We
shouldn't have a problem.

Good, good.

I can see why Maxine likes you.

Actually, mate, could you, uh...
could you do us a favour?

Yeah.

Hey, Thommo, chuck us your keys, mate.

Listen, um, Shannon's gotta go
run some errands for me, right?

If you go along with him
and pick up Thommo's car,

it's where the cops pulled
him over yesterday,

and then just drop it back at his place?

Park it out the front, yeah?

- Sure. That's it?
- Yeah, that's it.

I'll give you a couple of hun-G,
that should cover your time

and, uh... the cab fare back here.

Oh, no, no. I can afford
my own cab fare...

Just take it. Come on.

Sweet. Good on you, mate.

Wazim?

That friend of ours in Karachi,

you know, that fella
that gave you the money

to put the bet on the Pittman wide?

I need his number.

- What's in it for me?
- You kidding me?

What, when you needed
your insurance money,

who organised the fire, hmm?

So, cut the bullshit and
give me his number.

Now, you want to deal?

So, what's
the job you're doing?

Drop off.

Well, if you want to do
that first, I don't mind.

No.

Oh, holy hell!

Dickhead.

- Janet?
- Listening.

Yeah, whoever's following me
should stick to Shannon Hinksman.

He's doing a drop-off or something.

I'm just taking some
drunk guy's car home.

Bonnie, have you
tracked where we are?

Yeah. Outside the
St Peters warehouse.

This other guy must have
been dropping off takings

when he got done for drink driving.

Or Darren's expecting
us to follow Shannon

while Richard does the real drop-off.

Well, can we follow both?

Andy's on Wes, right? Andy?

Hang on, Wes is on the move.

And he's on foot. I'm
gonna have to follow him.

- Richard?
- Yes?

Where... where are you going?

14 Hope Street, Elizabeth Bay.

Okay, take that car
where it's got to go,

and then find a safe spot and watch it.

There might be something inside.

Bonnie, I lost him.

How?

Lots of laneways and criss-crossings.

Knew exactly what he was doing.

How long ago?

It's about five minutes.

Does Wes have a phone?

All the ones that we know
about are back at the apartment.

All right. Andy, get
back there and find his phone.

Check his call register,
emails, messages. Anything.

- Yes?
- Janet.

A woman's opening the boot.

There's a suitcase. She's looking
at the combination lock.

Okay, why is she
looking at the lock?

You didn't try and open it, did you?

Yeah, I think so. Maybe.

Okay.

Did you put the tumblers back in the
same combination you found them?

I... I... I can't remember exactly.

Okay, all right. It's done
now anyway. Let's hope so.

Um...

She's just going inside a
building and closing the door.

RepExchange.

It looks like a small operation.

"Repatriation Exchange.

"Specialists in overseas cash
repatriation", whatever that is.

Repatriation firms gather up

all the foreign currency people
bring back from overseas,

package it up and send it
back to the home countries.

So, Darren's found someone

to mislabel Australian
dollars as euros or pounds

and send it offshore.

It's simple but it's clever.

Janet, what should I do?

- Uh, Richard?
- Yes?

Get back to Darren's.

Be as charming as you can and
leave there quickly, all right?

Okay.

All right, tell car three to
get back to Darren's too,

and let Bianca know she can come back.

Shannon was a decoy.

Oh! Thank God.

All clear. No sign of Wes.

There you go, mate.

Richie...

Took your time.

Oh, Sydney traffic. Just horrible.

Yeah, it's a bugger
these days, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Listen, uh, thank you.

You were a big help.

- Sure.
- It was really good.

Yeah. So, what's the plans for tonight?

Just a quiet night at home probably.

Oh, yeah? Where's home?

Coogee.

That's right, Coogee. Whereabouts?

You know, um, uh... down...

You... Jenkins Street?

What, near the beach, or
you up the other end?

On the... the corner,
just opposite the pub.

Yeah, yeah. Good spot, good spot.

Well, look, mate, as I say,
thanks very much. Appreciate it.

Um... well, I'll be in touch.

I will need character references
for the PCA charge and...

Of course.

...you know, if anything
else crops up...

- Yep. Righto.
- Okay.

I'll call ya. Stay safe.

How'd you go?

Yeah, just what we thought.

Hmm.

What about him?

Yeah, likewise.

So, uh... what's the game plan?

- Haven't had a change of heart?
- No.

No. Shame, though. I liked him.

Still, we can't take chances, can we?

Nuh. Nothing on either of them.

Look, I'm going to take a look
around, see what else he's got.

I can't help thinking what
Hinksman was doing here.

If it was just for a
chat, why come over?

Then again... if he was
giving him a message, how?

Hang on a sec.

There's a note in the bin,

and it's saying, "He still
might be useful tomorrow,

"but after that, we don't
want him walking around."

Shit.

Look, we don't know it's about Richard.

Look, he did deliver something

and he did fiddle with
the suitcase lock.

And we haven't picked up a call
or text about that at all.

People can still just talk.

- We have to consider aborting.
- Now?

Well, we can't just
watch him get murdered!

We have taken every precaution we can.

Okay? He told Darren he's going home.

I've told him to lock
himself in his chambers.

We put a plain-clothes
policeman outside all night.

One?

Yes, any more, and there's a good chance

that they'll see he's being protected,

which is bad for him, and us.

It could kill this whole operation.

One policeman can keep Richard safe?

Tony, he was never gonna be safe.

He knew we couldn't guarantee
that and he still said yes.

Yeah, well, an order to
kill does change things.

Now, we have a duty of care.

How are you gonna feel if
something happens to him?

I honestly don't think it will.

Now, we've got to hold our nerve.

He's not where Darren
thinks he is, all right?

And there's every chance that that
note was referring to someone else.

You know, the odds are
still in our favour.

Prelim RepExchange report.

Well, if it's not referring
to Richard, then who?

You want a list of Darren
Faulkes's enemies?

- Give me the phone book.
- Okay.

Look, the success of
this entire operation

depends on us being as hard as them.

We can't...

we can't beat these people by
showing fear and running for cover.

It just won't cut it.

So, do you want to beat them or not?

Are we still on for tonight?

Well, I think we should stick
to what we had planned.

There's not much we can do here.

I can text if anything happens.

And even if it doesn't.

Yeah, sure. Half-hour updates.

- Mm-hm.
- Thanks.

- Oh, I'm starving.
- Yeah.

All right. Let me just check.

Oh, you just
missed Emma and Liam.

Oh, how was Zoe?

Oh, really looking forward to it.

But she's a little bit fluey,

so I don't think she's up
for a very late night.

- Good.
- Well, what are we going to do?

Eat then talk, or talk while we eat?

Uh, can we talk for
a while? I'm not hungry yet.

Okay.

Fine.

So, how do we begin, with you or me?

Well, in court,

the prosecution will begin by
outlining the charges against you

and the evidence they'll be needing
in support of those charges.

Nonsense, followed by rubbish.

Well, I wouldn't call
fraudulently deceiving investors

complete nonsense.

What was fraudulent?

In the two years prior to its collapse,

Pax Car Rentals lost 11 million dollars.

And then you issued a prospectus,

hoping to raise 12 million from
mum and dad investors, correct?

Yes.

And in that prospectus, you stated

that you were looking forward to a
program of capital expenditure...

buying a bigger fleet to rent out.

Yes.

But in fact, that money was
desperately needed to service debt.

Janet, would you mind playing
the role of Mrs Gibson?

Sure.

- I think you know the story.
- Yeah.

What was the cheque you wrote
to buy shares in Pax Car Rentals?

$100,000.

And how did you think that
money would be spent?

Well, all the prospectus talked about

were the plans to buy a bigger fleet.

Your witness.

Uh, Mrs Gibson, did you read
the time frame in those plans?

Yes. It said it would be implemented
over the next three years.

No, it said "during".

So?

"Over" means it starts now and
will go for the three years.

"During" means it can happen
at any point in that period.

I can't be held responsible

for people misreading what's
there in black and white.

Nevertheless, you never once mentioned

the company's debt or operating losses,

which were the two driving forces

behind needing my money
in the first place,

which has now gone forever.

Well, if you were unsure how we
were going to spend your money,

you should have asked.

We pledged to answer every question.

Why would she
think to ask anything?

The prospectus describes Pax Car
Rentals as a successful company.

I... don't understand the point.

You weren't successful.

- Of course we were.
- How can you say that?

- How can you sit there and say that?
- I beg your pardon?

Well, how can you lie and then walk away

and leave me feeling angry and
helpless and not take any blame?

No... no regret at all?
How can you do that?

All right. Okay...

No, no, the question is

if you promise me the world and
then turn your back and walk away,

how can you feel

you don't owe me some kind
of explanation or apology?

If you can't accept an
unforeseen outcome...

you shouldn't play in the stock market.

All right.

Well, uh... well, that's a very
valid response, Mrs Gibson.

As a point of law,

the real issue this case hinges on
is defining the word 'successful'.

Now, in your prospectus,
it clearly states

investors will be buying shares
in a successful company.

Yes.

But in truth, it had run
at a loss for two years.

- Yes.
- So, you lied in the prospectus.

I did not.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr King,

but how can you describe a
company that's losing money

as successful?

That's a ridiculous question. It's...

Nonetheless, it's
one you must answer.

Don Bradman was bowled out for
a duck in his last innings.

Does that make him a failure?

Oh...

What, so it just comes down to
a ledger of wins and losses?

Is that it?

Isn't that a generally
accepted definition?

Well, isn't a successful life more
a measure of how you lived it,

not how many times you've won?

I mean, if we can look
back and say that we're...

..we're proud of the kindness and
respect that we gave to everyone

and how we behaved, isn't...

isn't that a... a better
definition of success?

Um, why don't I get us all some wine?

You drink every night.

Would you rather not?

Yeah, yeah, no. One would be good.

So, when did you first meet my daughter?

Oh, 15 years ago, I suppose.

When she was looking for a mentor.

I understand that.

Many women require a father-figure.

They'd do better with fathers.

Nonetheless...

I'm grateful for the advice and...
guidance you've given her.

Well... it wasn't much.

From the second she stepped
into a court room,

I knew she was headed for the big time.

You can say that,

but you never saw how nervous
she was as a young child.

She wasn't born brave.

But she was born special.

She's a very special person.

So, thank you.

Have you told her that?

Not a second too soon.

Thank you.

You know the other night, talking
about you and the Tooth Fairy,

I was thinking about that today.

Reliving a famous victory?

Reliving our time together.

You know, there are
some things, moments,

that have meaning that
can't really be defined.

I... I had that...

I had that tooth.

I kept it for ages somewhere.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Yeah, it was in a cufflinks case.

- You found it?
- Yeah.

I looked for months.

I had to search everywhere, but
I knew you would have kept it.

Winner's trophy.

It's always worth keeping.

So, you
made it your trophy, hmm?

To prove that you could match it.

What happened to it?

I smashed it.

When you left us.

I never left you.

- I only ever really left your mother.
- You never left me?

Well, I never thought so.

You... left me.

Graham, did you ever try calling her

during that first year you left?

The day I left, I, uh... spent
hours trying to talk to her.

She wouldn't listen. She wouldn't
even stay in the same room.

- I was 17!
- Exactly.

And if you'd been five, I
would have made allowances.

No, no, no, no, no. You were the adult.

In a situation like that, the
adult must resolve things.

You don't put it on the kid!

17 is not a kid. I taught
you better than that!

I wasn't gonna give you tears

and... and apologies
that weren't justified.

And truly strong people...

they don't live in the past.

He'll be all right
with the court case.

He'll get it thrown out at committal.

Thank you.

Jeez... you must hate him.

Oh, he's never gonna
tell me that he... loves me

or that he's sorry for what he's done.

I've gotta let that go.

You know, but here's a question.

If you had to... tell someone

what it was that you
most admired about me,

what would it be?

Your uncompromising determination.

I got...

I got that from him.

You know, I used to think that I
was... I was born with it, but, uh...

but I'm not. I can see that now.

It's...

it's my father's gift to me.

And I love him for it.

Even if he doesn't love me.

Oh... he loves you, Janet.

He mightn't tell you, but...

I know it for a fact.

He just loves himself more.

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Bonnie?

A body's turned up in a toilet.

Who is it?

How was Tom's Mum last night?

- She didn't do much.
- She just sat on the couch.

You're a mother.

You have to seek medical
help, for Tom's sake.

You know, we should talk through this.

I've been wanting to talk to you
since you got back from Fiji.

Shut it down now!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!