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... Sydney,
the game of rugby league,

your game, has been hijacked
by the Mexicans.

Yeah, you know who they are.

While footy fans
here in Punchbowl,

Manly, Penrith, and Sharksville,
Cronulla, are fast asleep

the crow eaters and the bloody
Vics are likely to be ...

Bastard's in our spot.

How bloody rude.

I mean,
what will they call them?

Another million
brain cells bites the dust.

Oh yeah, got a few
billion to spare then, eh?

What was that?

Probably some drunk
Sheila from the pub, I suppose.

True.

Caroline!

Caroline, where are you?

Have you seen a girl?
She's skinny, long blonde hair?

Mate, heard a scream
a while back.

Yeah.
Could have been a girl.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh Jesus, she's done it.

She's done it.

Caroline!

Hello?

Gordon?

I don't know what's happened...

Is that you?

Gordon?

-What are you saying?
-What's wrong?

Something has happened
to Caroline!

Gordon, slow down.

Her car is here, Tony.

I think she's taken
her own life.

Ah, just wait there.
Wait there,

and I'm going to come
and collect you, okay?

-Hop in.
-What's happened, Gordon?

You've found her car at The Gap?

Yeah. Yeah, yes.

When did you last see her?

Ah, lunchtime.

I came home to take
her out to lunch, but she ...

she was sick in bed,
so I got my own lunch.

She was supposed to be
working out at Parklea today.

Yeah, she was sick
in bed. I told you.

Gordon, how did you know
where to find her?

I don't know. I just...

I had a feeling.

What does that mean?

Why would her car be at The Gap?

You had an argument.

-You had an argument.
-No, no!

I love you.

I love you. You're...
you're my father. I love you.

Must have been here for hours.

Where the hell is she?

- Caroline!
- Maybe she left a clue.

That's her wallet, mate.
Check it.

Come on!

Caroline!

Caroline!

Caroline!

Caroline!

Caroline!

Caroline!

No luck, mate?

You haven't seen a blonde
woman come this way?

Told your friend we heard
a loud female voice earlier.

Yeah, thought it was a drunk.

Which direction?

Can we borrow your torch?

Yeah. Battery's a bit flat.
Sorry, mate.

This woman.

What did she sound like?

High pitched.

Laughter.

Or screaming, you know.

Yeah, screaming. Yeah, yeah...

screaming.

Caroline!

Caroline!

Caroline!

Hey!

Caroline!

Caroline!

She knows this place.
She could be here.

Why on earth would she be here?

Dad,

go back to the truck.

Please.

Peter!

Get over here.
We've got to keep looking!

Tony!

Look at this.

The next Elle MacPherson.

Caroline!

Pete!

Pete, can you see that?

What?

Looks like it could
be something.

I can't see anything.

No, it looks like
it could be legs and a body.

Where?
I can't see a bloody thing.

-We're going to the police.
-We have to keep looking.

She could be out there,
somewhere.

Dad, what if she's injured?

We're going to the police.

Mum, it's Gordy.

I'm...

I'm sorry to wake you
at such an ungodly hour.

I have some bad news.

We're almost ready to go.

I don't want anyone to...

I want all this,

kept confidential.

Why didn't she go to work today?

She was...

she was depressed.
She'd been to the doctor's...

Depressed?

Yeah, she was supposed
to see a psychiatrist.

-What?
-Bullshit, Gordon.

Look at that. Look at that.

That is a referral from
her doctor to a psychiatrist.

That is dated last Monday.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe Caroline
took her own life.

Tony, listen to me. She jumped.

She was in your care.

One, two, three, four! Right!

Left!

Now you're getting!

One, two, three, four! Right!

Left!

Easy walk.

And again.

Forward.

Caroline!

How are you, Caroline?

Everybody,

say a big hello to Caroline.

- Hi, Caroline!
- Sorry we're late, Gordon.

Just show us your easy walk,
Caroline.

What do you think?

Loves himself.

And, forward.

Lift the knee.

Lift the knee, Caroline.

Come on, smile, people. Come on!

That's the way.

Forward.

Very pleased
to meet you, Gordon.

It's an absolute pleasure, Tony.

Caroline has told me
so much about you.

I feel like,

you're my own father.

Come on through.

-Oh, please.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

-Hi, I'm Gordon.
-Deanna.

Lovely to meet you, Deanna.

He's way too good looking.

Too buffed.

You're just jealous.

You sure he's not gay?

He's asked me
to move in with him.

He seems,

fairly confident.

Ambitious.

He's only teaching aerobics

while he builds up
his share portfolio.

He's got big plans.

He's going to be
the next Rene Rivkin.

As long as he makes you happy.

Do you think Mum
would have liked him?

Absolutely.

So, you glad you moved in?

So, you've found
yourself another bloke.

Look, it's...

in a really traumatically,

you know...

I have to make some changes.

I'm being pulled
in different directions.

I always thought we'd
get married one day.

Have kids.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Andrew.

What'd you do to upset her?

Nothing.

Everything was fine.
It was normal.

We even had a bath together.

A bath?

Gordon, we're not doing
any good here.

Can you take us home?

Yeah, sure. Sure.

I'll tell you if they find
anything, okay?

Back off!

Wilson, tell 'em to back off!

Can't see a thing.

Roger that. Backing off.

There's too many cops,
man. Let's get out of here.

That him?

There she is!

That's what she was wearing!

-What's he looking at?
-Beats me. I can't see a thing.

Bloody hell.

Okay, I'm going down.

Chuck us the rope, boys.

He's the man
everyone wants to be.

Your desire for wealth
or the thrill of the chase,

beating the market
at its own game.

He's the man
with a modest touch...

Rivkin's a gambler,
pure and simple.

Australia's highest
profile stockbroker is never

seen without
a cigar clamped...

Mercurial, capricious,
Rene Rivkin lives life

in the fast lane, literally.

Among his fleet of cars

is a Bentley
and a simple Ferrari...

His guests retreated to a dinner
fit for an emperor...

Some people
call me a power junkie

and so on and so forth,
and I confess, I enjoy

having people at my beck
and call.

What's the point of being rich

if you can't have some lackeys?

Kerry, my dear.

You pay me an exorbitant
amount of money

to give you good advice.

So why don't you take it?

Mr. Rivkin?

Gordon Wood's my name.

It would be an absolute pleasure

to buy you a cup of coffee.

And what do you expect
in return?

Absolutely nothing.

We're in the same game,
you and I.

And what game would that be?

Investment and consulting.

Although I'm not in the same
league as you, of course.

Why don't you fuck off,
ya piece of shit?

Stop bothering the man.

Gary, thank you.

Gordon, you say?

-Yes.
-Why don't you sit down, Gordon,

and tell me all about yourself?

You have precisely 60 seconds.

He lets you drive
his Bentley whenever you want?

Well mostly I'm supposed
to drive him around but sure.

Why not?

I feel like Lady Muck!

Well you should
try out the back.

This is our future, Caroline.

Promise?

Yes?

Oh, no!

She was where you thought.

Jesus!

They found her.

Where Gordon said
he could see legs and body.

When you went back to the truck,

Gordon said he thought
he could see legs and a body.

Could you?

No.

It was pitch black.

Then, how on Earth, could he?

Gordon, what happened?

Caroline...

Oh,

Oh, no.

-Oh, you poor love.
-I'm okay, Mum.

No, you're not. Oh, love.

Oh, love.

Oh, my love.

Oh, poor love!

Craig Woods. Good to meet you.

Why don't you

tell me what happened,
Mr. Woods?

Wood.

Wood. You're Woods. We're...

Wood.

Sorry.

When did you first realize that
Caroline was missing, Mr. Wood?

I came home
from work at about 6.

This is last night.

She wasn't at home, even though

she'd been at home
all day sick in bed.

But I thought that she...

she was feeling better,

or she'd probably gone
round to visit a friend.

So, I,

turned on the TV and watched
the news and I fell asleep.

And when did you wake up?

After midnight.

And what did you do then?

I borrowed a friend's truck
and drove around looking

for a Suzuki,

and I ended up at the Gap.

And what made
you think of the Gap?

We used to go there sometimes.

I just...
I had a feeling.

I'll have to ID the body,
won't I?

Unless her family can do it.

She's my responsibility.

We had to mask her face

because of the damage.

Do you understand?

I can only show you her hand.

I'm sorry. I...

I can't remember.
Can I call you back?

Constable Craig Woods.

Thank you.

They want me to get
the name of the dentist.

I made a statement to the police
and went to the morgue.

There's not much more
we can do for now.

You know, she was supposed to...

come over here
for dinner last night.

Peter and I left messages
at her apartment

in the afternoon,
tried her on the mobile.

It was switched off.

So was yours.

Didn't you get them?

When I got home about six.

Why didn't you ring me?

I was going to.

After the news, I fell asleep.

Where'd you think she was?

With you.

Why didn't you ring
me when you woke up?

I knew something
bad had happened.

I borrowed a car
and I came around here

to see if her car was parked
outside and it wasn't,

so, I went looking for her.

She always parks underneath
in the security car park.

You know that. But you drove
straight to the Gap.

I just...

-had a feeling.
-If you thought there was

something wrong,
why didn't you ring me?

Because there was no need,

okay?

Everything was fine.
Everything was...

everything was normal.

But you immediately assume
that she's taken her own life.

Thank you.

That was the morgue.

Do we want to collect
her personal items?

Yes, we do.

Hello, Peter Byrne speaking.

Yeah, I'm her brother.

You need to sign here

for Miss Byrne's
personal effects.

Do you mind
if I look at her tits?

A police officer needs
to be present for an examination

or a social worker.

Don't worry about it then.

You want me to tell you what
I think really happened?

I think you were there.

Arguing with her, yes?

Then, for whatever reason,

she throws herself off the cliff

and you're left feeling
Ike it's all your fault,

that you'll get the blame.

That's why you told the police

that cock and bull story
about falling asleep

in front of the TV,

and so on and so forth.

I've decided to tell people
that it was a hit and run.

Why do that?

I don't anyone thinking
that she...

That she was mentally ill.

I loved her, Rene. I loved her.

My girlfriend was killed
by a car last night.

The fire
at the Offset Alpine Printing

Factory is believed to have
been started by a Christmas...

Rene owns
a big chunk of the place.

Since when has Rivkin
been interested

in the printing industry?

He's not.

He doesn't know the first thing
about it, but he does love

a big fat juicy profit.

What do you mean?

Gordy, stop being so smug.

Gordon, no one cares.

Well,

Rene never gets into anything
unless he smells a buck, right?

I happen to know

that the Offset Alpine Printing
Group was insured about a month

ago for a cool 50 mill.

What'd he pay for it?

About fifteen, I think.

You're suggesting the fire
was deliberately lit?

All I'm saying is, if you've got
some spare cash,

I'd buy a few shares.

You should think about it, Tony.

Sounds a bit fishy to me.

Oh, Rene's no crook.

He's just a smart operator.

Okay,

well how about you loan
me the money

and let me take the risk.

Gordy. Drop it.

We shouldn't be talking
business on Christmas Day.

When the market finds out
what this place is worth,

the share price
will go through the roof.

Dad?

Gordon's here again.

Tony, you should know that
she was depressed about her job.

She was excited about it.
She told me that Monday.

I don't think that
she wanted to worry you.

She told me that she loved
teaching deportment

at June Dally's,
but that she missed modeling,

so she was going
to try to do both.

She was excited.

I don't think that she ever
got over the death of her mum.

Rene's going to give you
a hundred thousand dollars?

No strings?

Provided you loan
us the balance,

and both of you have
to approve the property.

I'd have to be sole mortgagee
to protect my investment.

Caroline's investment.

I can't see any problem
with that.

Daddy, you're an angel!

Thank you.

Tony's agreed
to fund us the balance

as long as you put up
the deposit.

Mine is the only name
on the contract, yes?

I don't want him anywhere
near the title documents.

Of course. That's understood.

Good.

Oh, my giddy aunt!

You told me one thing,

you told him another.
Well, it's not on, Gordon.

-Tony, come on.
-No, that's it. I'm out. Gone.

Finito.

It's only 270 grand.

Why don't you go to the bank
like any other young couple?

If we don't make an offer today,
we lose the apartment!

I can't believe you don't care
about your daughter's happiness.

I can't believe Rene Rivkin
expected to get his grubby

fingers on the title deeds
using my money!

Dad?

How did it happen?

Doctor?
How the hell did this happen?

I'm so sorry.
I was so shocked to hear...

Look, we just...

we're just trying to find out,

how it happened, doctor.

I mean, why?

You must be terribly upset.

Would you like me to organize
counseling for you?

No!

No, I'm trying to work out

how she could have done
such a thing.

Doctor, you saw her on Monday.

You must have known
what her state of mind was.

She was suffering
mild depression.

She wasn't suicidal.

But you referred
her to a psychiatrist.

I repeat,

I don't believe
she was suicidal.

Why did you go straight
to the Gap?

I didn't.
I went to Bondi first.

And then Camp Cove,
because we used to...

go there sometimes.

I stopped at the Gap
on the way back because...

You had this feeling.

Because her spirit
led me there, Pete.

Gordon speaking.

Gordon, it's Carel Clifford.

The manager at June Dally's?

Yes.

Ah, of course.

You said Caroline
was sick when you rang

the other night.

That's right.

How is she today?

She won't be coming back.

Ever? Why?

Caroline was run over by a car

the other night.

God, that's terrible.

Is she okay, or...?

If you believe
in heaven and hell,

then she's in heaven now.

Don't tell anyone.

Just let them find out slowly.

Narelle, it's Gordon.

Bad news I'm afraid.

Caroline was,

hit by a car in Double Bay.

She's...

she's dead.

I'm so sorry.

I have some terrible news.

Caroline was run over
by a car in Bondi

the other night.

She's been in an accident.

It was a hit and run
in Rose Bay.

She's dead.

Deanna.

What happened, daddy?

I don't believe it.

I just don't.

Yes?

Mr. Wood.

June Dally-Watkins here.

I was shocked and saddened

to hear the news about Caroline.

My sincere condolences.

It was very, very tragic.

Mr. Wood, I'm told you've been
telling people she was run down

by a car.

I can tell you that my daughter,
Lisa, who's a reporter,

confirmed Caroline died

following a fall from the Gap.

May I suggest you start
telling the truth?

You're absolutely right.

Miss Dally, I...

I'm so sorry.

The truth is, she was

terribly stressed at work

and it finally got
the better of her.

She had only been
full time one week.

She told her friends
she was very happy about it.

-What's more...
-No,

-Miss Dally...
-Let me finish, please.

She wrote a report for me,

telling me how happy she was.

Well she lied to you.
She told me that.

Did you know that
she was suffering

from a mental disease
since birth?

She was on medication,
just like her mother.

She had tried to commit suicide
on numerous occasions

that I know of and

that she was actually really
only very happy with me.

So, this would have happened,
if not now, then later.

Can you imagine...
Can you imagine,

if she

had a child,

and we were married
and it would have died too.

I know you loved
her as much as I did.

Kylie, no one else understands
what it's like to...

to lose her.

I know, Gordy. I know.

What do I do?

What do I do without her?

I'll never forget going
to the morgue

to identify her body...

Oh, no...

I don't want to hear.

Sorry.

You're a good friend, Kylie.

I'd like to think that
I could call you whenever

I need to talk to someone,

about Caroline.

You can. You can call me, Gordy.

Do you know where the loos are?

Caroline,
this place is beautiful.

Yeah, it's gorgeous.

I'm so glad
you guys like it.

-Yeah.
-Are you right for drinks?

I might grab another one.

Okay, cool.

There's only one golden
rule to remember

if you're going to buy shares.

Can I tempt you, Rene?

You have to ask yourself,

would I buy the whole company?

You see? You see,
you have to ... .

Here she is, my beautiful,

beautiful Caroline.

No more cleaning.

Let's just save
it till the morning.

He resents me, doesn't he?

Rene?

Would he have bought us
this place if he resented you?

Well we are paying him rent.

He resents my father,
I know that.

Well that's because
Tony double crossed him.

He didn't.

He was just protecting
his financial interest.

Okay, okay.

Look, the way Rene sees it,

he was hot to trot and then
Tony pulled the plug

at the last minute.

Now we...hey, hey,

we are so lucky

that he decided to go ahead
and buy anyway,

and we are going to be
so much more lucky

when I get my Offset
Alpine bonus.

So, when do we formalize
all this?

Mrs. Gordon Wood?

Hey, hey.

What is your problem, Caroline?

Just not yet.

I'm too young.

You can tell me when
you grow up.

I don't think
you love me at all.

Hi, Daddy.
I can't stay.

I've got to get home.
Gordy's off to Zurich tonight.

Zurich?

With Rene?

Of course, with Rene.
He can't do without him.

Do you know what the Australian
Securities Commission is?

"The ASC has frozen trade
in the block of Swiss controlled

Offset Alpine Printing
Group shares."

I don't know anything about it.

They want to find out who
benefits from the insurance

payout when that
joint burnt down.

But the Swiss, being
the secretive little devils,

they are,
won't bloody tell them.

-Goodbye.
-I reckon that

I can save them the trouble.

Your boyfriend's pal,
Rene Rivkin!

Rene the shonk!

Rene the crook!

I wrote this for you.

Thanks.

Come back safe.

I will.

Now you've
heard of the packet of Tim Tams

that never runs out?

Well, I'm giving you
the dessert that never runs out.

And it is sweet

and pure

and full of goodness.

That dessert is my passionate,

undying

deepest love for you.

Dad?

The funeral director
is on the phone.

♪ Hold me in your memory ♪

♪ Find me ♪

♪ Find me in your dreams ♪

♪ See me in little things ♪

♪ Like Raven ♪

♪ In the breeze ♪

♪ And if you ♪

Thank you.

- Water for the table, folks?
- Please.

Excuse me.
Can I ask you a question?

Do you remember seeing
a blonde girl around here on

Wednesday the 7th?

This girl.
She died here that night.

The girl whose body
they recovered?

Just let me check with Craig.

May I ask you a question.

Sorry, Miss Dally?

Of course,
you can ask a question.

That is, you are capable
of asking it.

The point at issue,

is it permissible to ask,

hence may I.

Hi. Look, I do remember
seeing her that afternoon.

She was with two guys.

Two men?

Can you describe them?

One was tall, fair haired guy
with a brown suede jacket.

He was athletic looking.

The other one had
a dark jacket

and like a ponytail.

Thank you.

She was so drowsy,
it wasn't natural.

She never slept during the day.

So, I checked
the bathroom cabinet.

I had five or six
Rohypnol tablets.

They were gone.

And she admitted that she'd

been taking a quarter
every night.

And that was about 1pm?

And what did you do then?
Go back to work?

No, I rang a mate,
Brett Cochrane.

Arranged to meet him
at Ditto's Café

in Victoria Road.

Brett Cochrane?

The photographer.

On the Kangaroo tour? Brett?

Then I got a call
from my boss, Rene.

He wanted me to pick
up his lunch guests

and take him back to the office,
so I had to go.

Then I came back home at six.

You know the rest.

Two witnesses saw Caroline
here in Watsons Bay Park

that afternoon.

She was with two male persons.

One of them matches
your description.

Well I wasn't with her then.

Had you and Caroline been
in this area around that time?

No.

No, we...

we'd been here once together
for a Sunday walk

in our entire lives.

That was a year ago.

Never mind where he was
during the day.

Where was he that night?

Do you have any evidence
he wasn't at home asleep?

No. But pounds to peanuts
he was with Caroline.

I think he murdered her.

Sir, I know it's hard to accept.

My conclusion is that
she was depressed,

went to the Gap on her own

and took her own life.

Gordon, this is lovely,
but I can't accept it.

It would mean a lot to me.

It feels kind of wrong,
you know?

It would mean
a lot to Caroline, too.

Gordon, are you sure?

It is lovely.

Whenever you look at the time,
you'll think of her,

and me.

Because I'll be thinking of you.

As a matter of fact, I've been
thinking about you quite a lot.

When you finish school,
you'll be moving to Sydney

full time, yes? To pursue
your modeling career?

Well, I hope so.

Well, why not stay at my place?

Caroline's apartment?

Where would I sleep?

In my bed.

To Detective Inspector
Ian Kennedy,

Head of Homicide,
New South Wales Police.

From Anthony Byrne,

re Caroline Therese Byrne.

Date of death,
7th of the sixth, '95.

I am making this statement
to assist the police

and the coroner
with their inquiry

and to give them an insight
into the events leading

up to Caroline's death,

and into the events that have
unfolded since her death,

knowledge and the information
she had of these events

and the damage her knowledge
could have had on the huge

business deals worth millions
that unfolded with the sale

of the Offset Alpine
Printing Group.

On the 7th of June last year,

sometime between 10.30pm
and midnight,

a young woman named
Caroline Byrne fell

to her death here behind me.

New South Wales Police
are encouraging anyone

who has information about
this incident, who may have

seen Caroline
in the vicinity that night

who may have seen or heard
something, no matter how trivial

to please come forward.

Constable Camwell
is dressed identically

to the way Caroline Byrne
was on the night.

Neville Brown. Fairfax Media.

This must be a nightmare.

What do you think?

Care to comment?

Mr. Byrne?

Senior Constable Wyver. Brian.

You set up this circus?

Well, best way
to flush out witnesses.

Look,

the Coroner already
had his suspicions,

but that letter you wrote

certainly expedited matters.

So, we're definitely
talking murder?

Oh, I wouldn't be that hasty.

Slowly, slowly catchee monkey.

How much slower can we go?

In twelve months
we've got nowhere.

Police Rescue officer
recovered the body of ...

...boyfriend Gordon Wood

is financial guru
Rene Rivkin's driver.

...alerted police, claiming

he was guided to the clifftop
by Caroline's spirit.

Was she pushed?

That's the question being asked
tonight following today's

dramatic reenactment...

You told Constable Woods
that Caroline had been taking

your Rohypnol tablets.

Correct.

The toxicology report doesn't
show any Rohypnol in her system.

Well maybe she was lying to me.

Why would she do that?

Are you aware of

Rene Rivkin being involved
in any...

well, unusual sexual activity?

I've heard rumors

that he likes to,

play a teasing role with people.

Men.

But, whether or not
he has sex with them,

with males,

I can't say.

Have you ever been
involved in any homosexual

relationships yourself?

No.

I'm told that Caroline
kept a diary.

You wouldn't happen to know
what became of that, would you?

No.

Hello, Caroline speaking.

Gordy, hi! How are you?
Where are you?

London. Ah, Rene's apartment.

We're staying for a couple
more weeks.

Are you okay, baby?

Two weeks?

It's work, okay?

Why are you whispering?

Rene's asleep.
I didn't want to wake him.

Why, are you sleeping
in the same bed?

Goodnight, Gordon.

Why was he whispering?

It's only a one bedroom flat.

Gordon's sleeping on the couch.
He didn't want disturb Rene.

A multi-millionaire can only
afford a one bedroom flat?

Caroline?

She wanted to know if we were
sleeping in the same bed

or in separate bedrooms.

Would you like
to sleep in my bed?

I'm joking.

Get me a coffee.

Gordon Wood
appears to be the last person

to see Caroline Byrne alive.

His version of events does
not seem to be correct

and is contradicted
on a number of occasions.

I believe that Wood is not being
completely honest when speaking

with police.

I formed the opinion

that he has not disclosed all
he knows about the last hours

of the deceased's life.

It used to make me
nervous the way he'd

sometimes turn up

when Caroline and I were out
having a coffee or something,

or we'd see him watching her,

like he was stalking her.

Now following Caroline's death,

you forged a friendship of sorts
with Mr. Wood.

What caused you to break it off?

He started

coming on to me

all the time.

Like, one time we were
in his apartment and

he showed me nude
photos of himself.

In one of them
he had an erection.

Is it true to say that without

specialized equipment it would
be impossible to see

something as small as a shoe

30 meters below?

Impossible.

Even the police helicopter
search light

was a waste of time.

So, a conventional
domestic torch would

have been hopeless?

Totally.

So, Gordon Wood's claim
to Peter Byrne that

he had seen something,
legs and a shoe?

Like I said, impossible.

Maybe Gordy knew where to look.

Sergeant, just before
you step down,

did you observe anything

odd about

about the distance from the base
of the cliff you found

Caroline Byrne's body?

Yes. In my experience,
at the Gap, suicide victims

typically land between two
and five meters from the cliff.

Caroline's body was found
approximately 10 meters out.

How can the coroner
ignore all that?

Mate,

everything we've heard
is circumstantial.

We don't have
a shred of evidence.

Detective Wyver?

We've just seen the other bloke
that Caroline was with that

afternoon in the park.

That's him out there.

My name's Adam Leigh.

I'm the booking clerk for Gordon
Charles modeling agency.

I would have known
Caroline for roughly

18 months.

Were you in Watsons Bay park
the afternoon of June 7, 1995?

No.

But you've just
heard two witnesses

say they saw you there with

with Caroline Byrne
and Gordon Wood.

I know I wasn't there
with Caroline and Gordon.

As far as I can remember,

I can't remember
associating with them.

But I guess if I did come across
them and said hi,

look, it wouldn't be no big deal
and I wouldn't necessarily

remember it.

Mr. Leigh,

we're talking about the day
Caroline Byrne died.

Now you knew her very well.

Now surely it would have jogged
the old memory, wouldn't it?

If you'd seen her just
hours before she died?

Yeah. No!

I mean...

I don't know Adam Leigh.

I certainly wasn't with him at

Watsons Bay park that afternoon.
I was nowhere near there.

I spent 30 minutes

at Ditto's Café
with two friends.

I even ordered some food,
then I got a call,

so I went to Alife Restaurant
where Rene and Graham were

lunching.

I waited for them to finish
and then I took Graham

back into town.

Graham?

Graham Richardson.

What, the politician?

Ex-politician?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Wood,

can you explain to me why you
told people in the days

following her death

that Caroline had been
run over by a car?

Well, I was in the car
with my Mum and my sister

on the way to the morgue here,

and I got a call
from Caroline's father,

and that's when we had
the conversation about that.

Now whether he said, tell people
it was a car accident or not,

I don't remember.

I don't think that he did but

I think that he did
ask me to tell

them that it was not suicide.

I made no such call.

We had no such conversation.

We'll check your phone records.

There are many anomalies
in the evidence I've heard.

How did Gordon Wood manage
to see a sand shoe or a body

below the Gap on a dark night

with a barely operating torch?

Why did he lie to a wide
range of people

about how Caroline
came to her death?

But by far the most telling
anomaly is the evidence

of the two restaurateurs.

I've no reason not to accept
that they saw Caroline

in Watsons Bay
on the day she died

with two men they identified
as Gordon Wood and Adam Leigh.

They had no reason to lie.

They are truly men on a Clapham
omnibus, as we say in the law.

But that does not prove that
Wood and/or Leigh was involved

in Caroline's death.

There are three possibilities.

That Caroline Byrne
took her own life,

that she fell accidentally,

or that she was murdered.

In order to bring
a finding of suicide,

I have to be able to say
on the evidence

that suicide is very
probably what occurred.

The evidence I have heard does
not permit me to make

such a finding.

In fact, I cannot,
on the evidence,

raise any possibility
to the status of what

probably happened.

I must record an open finding.

Tony.

Neville Brown.

Sydney Morning Herald.

What can I do for you, Neville?

I thought we might be able to do
a bit of good for each other.

She didn't jump.

Gordy pushed her.

I want to help you nail
the bugger so I can

be there at the kill.

How can I help?

For a start,

tell me about your wife.

It is not domestic, Constable.

She hasn't left
me for someone else.

I think she's done
herself harm!

Because she bloody
well tried before!

She was one of the first to have

silicone breast implants.

Head of the queue.

Pure bloody vanity.

But a few of those early
ones started leaking, remember?

Some women even
got breast cancer.

But she convinced herself
she was going to die

a slow death.

Thought she'd let us all down.

We could never
convince her otherwise.

The number for the morgue,
please.

She was in the morgue
a week before we found her.

Me. I had to find her.

Police never lifted
a finger to help.

I should have complained,
pursued it,

but I didn't.

Squibbed it, I guess.

It wasn't suicide.

Suicidal depression
does not run in the family.

Gordon Wood murdered Caroline.

I won't let him
get away with it.

Seen the Sunday rag?

Apparently,

Gordo was going around
telling everyone he was Rene's

financial adviser,

which naturally gave Rene
the right royal shits.

No wonder he sacked him.

He claims he can't remember
who the hell he was having lunch

with three years ago.

Saves you the trouble, then.

We'll get to him,
don't you worry.

Slowly, slowly catchee monkey?

Monkey'll die of old age first.

Tony, please.

It's been three
bloody years, Brian.

Everyone knows Caroline
was murdered.

Everyone knows who did it.
Why can't we put

the bastard on trial?

You know as well as I do.

Until the DPP's satisfied
it's a winnable case,

what's the point?

Okay.

What more can we do
to make it winnable, Brian?

So, you woke up
at 11.30 or 12 o'clock

and she's still not there.

What do you think?

That something major
had happened to her.

That she was in big trouble.

So why didn't
you ring her father?

Why would I?

Because you think she's there.

I hoped she was there.

Why didn't you ring him?

I went around to visit him.

-You didn't go in.
-No.

-Why not?
-Her car wasn't there.

Why didn't you ring him?

Well I was looking for my wife.

Did you kill her?

Of course not.

Why would I kill her?

Did you?

No.

You know he got paid
20 thousand for this.

And have you lied?

Not once.

I wouldn't sit here in front
of a TV camera

and put myself at the mercy
of editors if I had anything

to say but the truth.

You're pretty cool, aren't you?

I have got nothing to hide.

Okay. Thank you.

So, do you think I did it?

I don't know.

I guess I'm like the Coroner.

Paul Barry there, speaking

with Caroline Byrne's boyfriend,
Gordon Wood.

New South Wales Police
would like to speak with anyone

who may have been
in the vicinity of the Gap

on the evening
of June 7th, 1995.

If that's you,
please call Crimestoppers...

Jesus Christ,
how many fucking times

do I have to say it?

This is for your own
fucking good!

This is for us, Caroline.

There is no alternative.
It is my way or no bloody way.

Why can't you get it
through your thick head?

You've got no fucking choice!

Later on, he heard a scream.

Corroborating the two fishermen.

Can he identify Wood?

He can.

I think we're almost there.

Almost?

Well,

anything we can do
to put some weight

to the brief will help, right?

Oh, relax.

I've got a brilliant idea.

So, what do you reckon,
professor?

There's no way she could have
jumped that far out, is there?

Well she wasn't pushed,
I know that.

What makes you say that?

Well to land that far out,

she'd have needed to take off
from the top of the cliff

at a speed of 3.5 meters
per second.

That's running speed.

Looks like she jumped to me.

-Hello Caroline.
-Hi.

How are you?

Good. Just working out
some of my frustrations.

Hey...

How long have you known Gordon?

He worked for me
or a couple of years, why?

I don't know. Just sometimes
he gets in these jealous moods.

It scares me.

All he ever talks
about is making money.

All these crazy
schemes with Rivkin.

When I try to discuss
it with him,

he just tells me shut up.

He tried to get me to invest
half a million in that printing

company that burnt down.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I don't know.

Sometimes I think
he wants to kill me.

This is a nice surprise
seeing you here.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Gordy, hi, it's me.

I'm going to be a bit
late home tonight.

Who are you with?

Just a friend
from work.

You wouldn't know them.

Where the fuck are you?

One of those places
on Stanley Street.

I don't know the name of it.

You are...

You are fucking lying!

You are fucking lying!

Bit of a jealous type, Gordy?

He's asked me to marry him.

What do you see in the guy?

You're not a girl.

I thought he was gay.

He's not. That's ridiculous.

Stop it.

I miss you.

We're still friends.

Making love to you.

It wasn't a coincidence
at the gym today, was it?

I'm concerned about you.

I'm perfectly happy.

What, living with a wanker
who's up himself?

Why do you think Rivkin
has him around?

For his financial smarts?

What happened
to Brian Wyver?

Brian's moved on.

I'm Paul Jacob.

This is,

Paul Quinn, Matt Moss,

and our analyst, Bianca.

Welcome to Strikeforce Irondale.

We're on a budget?

The plan is we go back
to the beginning.

We re interview everyone,

reexamine every statement,
every piece of information.

We leave no stone unturned.

You'll talk to Rivkin?

In your heart of hearts,

are you sure Caroline
didn't take her own life?

Caroline?

I bought a couple
of pies if you want one.

Caroline?

It was a cry for help.
That's all.

Never a serious attempt.

Well maybe three years on,
it was.

She would have taken pills.

She wouldn't have
jumped off a cliff.

But you were scared she had.

I mean, when Gordon
brought you here that night,

it was your first thought, yes?

If they called us immediately,

things would
have been different.

How can you be so certain?

People who suicide

don't scream.

I think Gordon brought
her up here

to salvage the relationship.

She wanted out,
he wanted to keep her.

Figured isolating
her was the best bet.

But after hours of

arguing and pleading,

he lost his temper,

hit her,

possibly killing her.

Panicked,

threw her off.

-How does Adam Leigh fit in?
-He doesn't.

It was a fleeting glimpse
walking past the restaurant.

I mean, I could pluck out
a dozen blokes right now

in Kings Cross who'
fit the bill.

You don't think
Rivkin was involved?

I always go
for the obvious first.

She knew way too much
about the Offset Alpine

fire for mine.

Making it even more
important for Gordon to keep

her inside the camp.

The Securities Commission
wants to speak to us.

Me and Rene.

About his dodgy
printing company?

It's sensitive, commercial
in confidence,

you know what I'm saying?

I knew you shouldn't have got
mixed up with that creepy guy.

You just wait
until I get my bonus.

Bonus?

The only thing you're going
to get is jail time.

Shut up, okay?

There is no way they're
going to dig up anything on him.

You hope.

I could tell them
a thing or two.

What?

What did you say?

Please stay away from him.

You had better learn
to zip up your mouth.

No.

It's me or him, Gordon.
Your choice.

Who do you love?

You're a fuckin' idiot,
Caroline!

Height, 5 foot 10 inches,

35 inch bust,

24 inch waist,

35 inch hips.

Favorite color, blue.

Favorite foods,
vegetarian and seafood.

Favorite sport, skiing,

actor Hugh Grant,

actress Meg Ryan,

Favorite singer Mariah Carey.

Life's ambition,

to continue to have a positive
impact with my teaching,

whilst fulfilling
my personal ambition

to be a wonderful
wife and mother.

Can I have a copy of that?

May I have a copy.

Pardon?

He never said
a bad word about the girl

in all the years I knew her.

In fact, he must have told me
how much he loved her

five times a day.

He was your personal assistant,
never your financial adviser?

The only matter that Gordon
Eric Wood advised me on

was the choice of toilet paper.

You went onto the man's boat.

You played into his hands.

Tony, you can't give a guy
the third degree

and expect to get the truth.

I spoke to Richardson, too.

Graham Richardson?

June 7, 1995,

Graham Richardson
did not dine with Rene Rivkin

at Alife as Gordon claims.

He was at the Hilton Hotel,
having lunch with

Peter "Bullfrog" Moore,
the president

of the Canterbury-Bankstown
Football Club.

And,

he's got credit card
receipts to prove it.

So, Gordon could have gone
straight back to Watson's Bay

and had lunch with Caroline.
I told you so!

So, you want me
to get him to tell as many lies

as poss. Is that the idea?

I reckon he will talk.

I reckon he won't
be able to resist.

He'll love the challenge
of a fresh face.

Huge gamble, flying 12,000
miles on the off chance.

Gary, the thing you have to
understand about Gordy is he's,

so much smarter than
dumb bums like us.

Spend the flying time
swotting up on this lot.

I've already made two statements
been interrogated by the Coroner

hounded by the bloody media.

I've got nothing
more to say. I'm sorry.

All we're here to do is clarify
a few outstanding matters,

Mr. Wood.

Give him a moment,

for the ego to kick in.

You told the Coroner

on the way to the morgue
in your mother's car,

you received a phone call
from Tony Byrne,

urging you not to tell people
that Caroline committed suicide?

Is that...

You should try
the cheese scone, Paul.

They're excellent.

That's correct.

This is,

Mr. Byrne's phone records
dated June the 8th, 1995.

Could you find
that call for me, please?

Gary, I

can't even remember
my own number.

Was it...

was it analogue back then?

I believe that's
your mobile phone number.

Well maybe he called
from a phone box.

At 5:14pm,

your phone was diverted
to your paging service.

Why was that?

Look Gary, I always redirected
my phone after work.

It's private time.

If Rivkin needed me, he'd just

find me on the pager.

And he did.

He called at 5:32pm,

at 7:38pm and

8:33pm.

Would you mind reading that last
entry there for me, please?

"Gordon, turn on your phone
and advise."

What's that mean?

Gary, I don't know.
It was six years ago.

Can you walk me
through the time frame

from when you
woke up that night?

Was it about 12:40am,
as you originally said,

or was it more like 11ish,
or 11.30 as you subsequently

said on the Witness
television program?

I lost my fiancé.

And I'm still grieving and

the only reason why
I agreed to help you

is because I thought
I would help myself.

And you're sitting here,

you're treating...
you're treating me like ...

This is so offensive.

This is so offensive, Gary,

what you're inferring.

Do you need
a moment to compose yourself?

Tissue?

If you're asking me
did I change my story?

Then the answer is no.

Well, with time to reflect,

Mr. Wood,

what time would
you say you woke up?

I mean, 12:40am's
is a very specific time...

Look Gary, if I said 12:40
and that was closer

closer to the time
of the actual incident,

then that is probably
what I remember to be

most correct.

Well,

can you explain to me then

how you had time

to walk several kilometers,

to your friend's place
to pick up the red Ford Ute,

and to drive through
the eastern suburbs

to run along the clifftops,

searching for Caroline,

before phoning

Tony and Peter Byrne at 12:30am,

10 minutes before
you woke up?

Mate, you're in the wrong job.

You should be
a forensic pathologist.

You chaps in town
for a few days?

I could show you my London.

So what do you think?

Am I guilty?

Yes, I think you are.

If it was murder,
then I know who it was.

It was, what's his name?

Her first boyfriend, the cop.

Andrew.

-Hi.
-What do you want?

You're still mad.

I don't blame you.

I apologize.

You come crawling back?

I just want us to be friends.

Okay, we're friends.

You happy?

I thought we could get a coffee.

Yeah, I'm kinda busy right now.

I feel like...

I can't...

do anything.

I can't sleep.

I can't ...

express myself.

Does it ever get so bad that you
think about harming yourself?

Caroline, has anything
happened to

trigger these feelings?

Things are okay at work?

And at home?

It isn't Gordon?

I'm going to refer you
to someone, okay?

You should talk to someone.

Well when did you
last see Caroline?

About a week
before she died, thereabouts.

What was her frame of mind?

She was pretty
stressed, to be honest.

Think she killed herself?

No way.

I reckon they had a blue,
he bashed her.

He's a pretty strong guy.

So are you.

What are you getting at?

Where were you
the night of June 7?

I was with a friend.

-Who?
-A female friend.

A girlfriend, you mean?

Where?

Rose Bay.

Rose Bay?

The suburb next to Watsons Bay?

So, you were
in the area on the night.

We're going to need
the name of this friend, Andrew.

Well that's going
to be difficult.

She was 17, a schoolgirl, okay?

A boarder at some posh school.

A schoolgirl?

She used to sneak out.

I'd meet her
at her parent's home

in Rose Bay when
they weren't home.

- And you'd have sex?
- Isn't that called

carnal knowledge?

No, I didn't sleep with her.

Yes, we spent the night
on the bed but we didn't touch.

It's going to be bloody
hard to give you a name.

I think she's married now.

You were with her
the whole night?

Yeah.

Yeah, her sister was there.
She can tell you.

I know who the killer is.
You know who he is,

and it's not this dill.

The sisters back him up.

Plus, he's got a medical
certificate saying he'd just

had a knee reconstruction.
So, whoever was up on that cliff

it wasn't him. I agree with you.

So, what's stopping us going
to the DPP and getting

-a warrant for Wood?
-I can prove Gordon

was up there but I can't prove
he threw Caroline off.

We need a witness.
Did you talk to Adam Leigh?

He's in a mental
institution in Victoria.

He's walking around
with tin foil on his head.

He's not our second man,
brother.

Where is everybody?

Off on other matters.

So, we just forget
about Caroline Byrne.

Dump her in the too hard basket.

Tony, I'm on this until
we get a conviction.

I promise you that.

What were you doing in Zurich?

I was accompanying Mr. Rivkin.

What was your business?

I had no business.

I'm his personal assistant.

I go where he goes.

Did you place
phone calls for him?

No.

Answer the phone
for him?

- Occasionally.
- What do you know about

his share transactions?

Nothing.

I just carry his bags.

I buy his cigars and

pick up his

dry cleaning,

organize insurance.

When I say personal assistant,
I mean

valet. I

run errands.

Actually, I was supposed
to pick up his dry cleaning

and run him over here 20 minutes
ago so, if that's all ...

Hello Carel,
this is Gordon Wood,

Caroline Byrne's boyfriend.

I just had a call
from her doctor.

She's been over there
since she finished work.

Apparently, she's undergoing

some tests.

she's very sick
and all the doctor told me

was that she won't
be at work for a while.

It's Carel Clifford here.

The poor girl.

Hello, Carel. How are you?

Indeed. She...

I'll get back to you,

maybe 1ish tomorrow
and just to,

let you know
how she's going, okay?

I've spoken
to my local member.

He's going to raise
it in the House.

I was hoping you might
add your voice to it.

Glad to.

But a quote would be good.

It's a terrible day
for victims of crime

when a murder goes unsolved
for lack of detectives.

This is where she landed.

It can't be!

It is.

Well the good news is,
I've changed my mind.

She couldn't have jumped
that far out

even allowing for the drop.

And besides, bio mechanics
tells us that if you jump

feet first,

you're going to land
feet first every time.

So, she had to be thrown?

That is good news.

now for the bad news.

There isn't room

for an adequate run up.

Not here.

In fact, there's only one place
where you could get

a decent run up

and that's here.

Well how would
he know when to pull up?

It was pitch black that night.

Only after moonset,

which wasn't until 1:00am.

Now I say he had
plenty of light,

and he was running
slightly uphill.

He could see the edge.

I say he picked her up
and threw her because

well, he was running
on pure adrenaline.

But,

there is more bad news.

The distance from the northern
ledge to where she was found

is now even greater.
It's now 11.8 meters.

Could two men have
thrown her that far?

I'll find out.

Is it possible to throw
a woman weighing 57 kilos

almost 12 meters out
from a 30 meter cliff?

Okay, okay.

The key to achieving
distance is what?

Speed.

Give that man a cigar.

Speed.

-What's this all about?
-Professor?

Rod Cross, Tony Byrne.

-Nice to meet you.
-How are you doing?

We are about to make history.

Now, factoring in
the 30 meter drop,

our woman needed to be thrown
at a minimum velocity

of 4.5 meters per second.

Camille? Fellas, you're on.
Let's go.

Now Man B,

over 3 attempts managed
an average throw speed

of 4.2 meters per second.

The Man A,

attempt one,
4.71 meters per second.

Attempt two,
4.83 meters per second

and attempt 3, with Camille
fully limp as in

unconscious,

4.71 meters per second.

Which means he could have
thrown Caroline 12 meters.

Exactly.

What about the two blokes
working together?

No, no, they could barely
manage an average

throw speed
of 4.1 meters per second.

No, Caroline Byrne was not
thrown off the Gap by two men.

She was thrown off the Gap
by one strong man,

alone.

Gordon Wood.

You come back here
this instant!

Are you listening to me,
Caroline?

Are you listening?

Baby, I love you.

Just come home, baby.

Hello Carel, how are you?

Listen, I'll get back to you
tomorrow about 1ish

and tell you how
she's going, okay?

Okay.

♪ I'll protect you from
The hooded claw ♪

♪ Keep the vampires
From your door ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ Feels like fire ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ Dreams are like angels ♪

♪ They keep bad at bay♪

♪ Bad at bay ♪

♪ Love is the... ♪

Everything is going to work out,
Caroline.

I promise.

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ Purge the soul ♪

♪ Make love your goal ♪

♪ The power of love ♪

♪ A force from above ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul ♪

♪ Flame on burn desire ♪

♪ Love with tongues of fire ♪

♪ Purge the soul ♪

♪ Make love your goal ♪

♪ 'll protect you from
The hooded claw ♪

♪ Keep the vampires
From your door ♪

♪ When the chips are down ♪

♪ I'll be around ♪

♪ With my undying ♪

♪ death-defying love for you ♪

♪ Envy will hurt itself ♪

♪ Let yourself be beautiful ♪

♪ Sparkling love, flowers ♪

♪ And pearls and pretty girls ♪

♪ Flame on burn desire ♪

♪ Love with tongues of fire ♪

♪ Purge the soul ♪

♪ Make love your goal ♪

♪ The power of love ♪

♪ A force from above ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul ♪