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(MUSIC PLAYS OVER DIALOGUE)

(BLEEPS)

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Ronnie, got a time of death for us?

Oh, a roughie. I'd say between about eight and midnight.

A four-hour window. Cold night.

Might be able to narrow it down later.

"Crime scene. Do not cross." Yeah, right!

Scuffle ended here. Pot plant went over with the victim.

But it looks like it all started in there.

Right here.

Doesn't look like the victim's apartment.

There's no young person type stuff - music, whatever.

Yeah, building manager says it's a corporate lease.

Maybe the victim broke in.

And stripped off to his boxer shorts?

There's no sign of forced entry

and the building's got more security swipe pads than we do.

Car park, foyer, lift access, apartments.

Cameras?

No. It's high-class tenancies here, mate.

Privacy is an issue, apparently.

So what have we got from our other very private tenants?

A thump. They're not sure of the time. No-one checked.

He must have lain down there all night

till someone spotted him from a window this morning.

Boutique living, eh? What a happy little community.

Who's got the lease? Lassiter, Powell and Kemp. Law firm.

Oh, what?

The senior partners and certain selected staff and clients

use the place if they're tied up in town with legal stuff.

Lassiter, Powell and Kemp.

They're going to be very happy to see us, I bet.

Detective Ryan. This is Detective Freeman.

It's a pied-a-terre, if you like.

Obviously you keep a record of who uses the apartment, Mr Lassiter.

Obviously.

I've asked Julian to make his register of use available.

Thank you. If there's nothing else?

Do you know who was using the place last night?

Nobody, as far as I'm aware.

Someone was. Clients use the apartment. What sort of clients?

We deal with all sorts of legal matters here, Detective.

Everything from Victor's high-profile criminal cases

to corporate matters, civil cases, commercial conveyancing.

My clients never use the apartment, I can assure you.

Now, then, mustn't cast yourself as the black sheep, Victor.

(VICTOR LAUGHS) That'd be my clients, Charles.

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Come.

I checked my register for the use of the apartment, sir,

and there's no-one down for last night.

How do they get in when they do use it? Who has swipe cards?

All three equity partners have one.

And then there are three spare cards issued on a booking basis

to senior staff members, associates and clients.

Are all the spares accounted for? Yes.

We want to see them, and your register of use.

Thank you, Julian.

Thank you, gentlemen. I have some questions for you too, Mr Lane.

Swipe cards have individual electronic signatures.

We'll be checking out which one was being used.

Detective... (CLEARS THROAT)

I certainly wouldn't want to compromise a police investigation

by being overzealous about a client's interests.

I believe I can find out who accessed the apartment.

That'll be useful, and we'll need to know how to get in contact

with whatever client it happens to turn out to be.

No. There's no need to go round banging on doors, Detective.

Victor will bring him to you.

I will?

It is a homicide investigation, Victor. It's a criminal matter, isn't it?

We'll require your department's assurance of absolute discretion.

Is that understood?

Since when do suspects call the shots here?

We're not interviewing suspects, Sarge.

Someone's helping us with our inquiries.

Who set this up? Charles Lassiter.

Victor Carling is representing.

We thought if it moved things forward, it was worth conceding a point.

OK. Love-15. And who exactly is helping us?

Senior Sergeant, we requested discretion, not a welcoming committee.

Nothing happens here without me knowing about it, Mr Carling.

Ross Nieman. Pastor Ross Nieman. How do you do?

MATT: Do you know this young man?

No.

Never seen him before? No.

Did you stay in an apartment in the city last night?

No, I didn't. Our information is that you did.

Your information is that Pastor Nieman has an access card to the apartment.

Now, whether he used it or not is another matter.

Lawyers.

You weren't at apartment 1603 in the Botanical Towers last night?

I was, yes, but I didn't stay there.

How long were you there?

I was in the city earlier in the afternoon,

so I dropped in briefly to leave some things, toiletries and so on.

But then later I called in to collect them.

And why would you do that?

I finished earlier than expected at the church, so I thought I'd go home.

I have a house out in the Yarra Valley.

Mmm. A big one, I bet.

Where were you between eight and midnight last night?

At home. Alone?

Yes. Making notes for a speech I have to give in, uh... two hours.

Housekeeper? Staff? He said he was alone.

Did you let anyone else use the apartment?

No, of course not. That would be an abuse of Charles's hospitality.

Oh, so Charles Lassiter gave you his swipe card?

Yes. He extends that favour on occasion.

This young man was killed at that apartment last night.

He went off a balcony. That's terrible.

How do you account for him being there?

I can't. Someone had to have let him in.

Not me. How did he end up falling to his death?

I don't know.

VICTOR: Detectives, it's your job to solve this crime, not my client's.

NIEMAN: Look, I truly wish I could help you with this, detectives, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

VICTOR: Pastor Nieman is a very busy man. Are we done?

We're accessing the Head-End software to check Lassiter's swipe card,

are we not?

Yeah. We could be waiting a while, Sarge.

Victor Carling's taken out an injunction to prevent us from getting information.

Should've seen that coming. Take it to the DPP. It's all we can do.

MATT: Nothing in the victim's clothes or bag to ID him.

No driver's licence, anything.

A small amount of cash in a trouser pocket. That's all.

So, Pastor Ross Nieman is a person of interest now.

Plus anyone else at the law firm who had access.

Which is? Almost anybody.

There's three spare swipe cards in a desk drawer in the main office.

It was locked? Of course not.

Great.

So what do we know about Pastor Nieman?

Well respected. Lots of charity work.

He's a leading pastor. A key figure in PraiseLife.

It's one of the country's leading charismatic churches.

He claims to be one of the anointed of God

and he's a major player in his church's administration.

Meaning?

Secular work, banking, properties, acquisitions.

PraiseLife has a turnover of about $40 million a year.

Praise the Lord.

That's why Charles Lassiter's best mates with Nieman.

Lassiter, Powell and Kemp handle a big chunk of the church's business.

He would be a very important client.

We've got a match on the fingerprints of our victim.

A Roland Alan Petley.

What's his form? Minor stuff.

Shoplifting. Indecent exposure.

Peeing in a public place, drunk. Nothing juicy?

And a last known address.

(SNIFFS) Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry. Going through the tissues.

What was your relationship to Mr Petley, sir?

We were partners. OK?

We've been together almost four years. We were always going to be together.

When was the last time you saw him?

Yesterday afternoon. Well, evening, really. A bit before six.

And where was that?

In the city. Um, I dropped him off in a cab, went on to a party.

He had... an appointment.

Did he say where he was going? No, no. He was meeting somebody.

Was it this man?

That's the guy from that PraiseLife outfit.

You know him? Just from the papers.

Was this the man Roland met? I don't know, OK?

I didn't see. I left.

I knew something like this would happen.

You can make judgments if you like, but you need to understand.

I work in an office. I earn stuff-all. We didn't manage to save any money.

We wanted to go to California to get married.

Why was he putting himself about, then?

People have dreams, and sometimes dreams are hard.

And Roland was doing what he could to make ours come true. That's all.

Personals. "Seeking same." You respond to an ad. A voice mailbox.

The ad that Roland answered is circled. He was going to earn $5,000.

For two nights.

He was going to call it quits after this one.

We need you to make a formal ID, sir.

I'll get my jacket.

The pick-up point was about four blocks away

from the apartment where he died.

The guy he was meeting called himself John.

SIMON: John. The work of genius.

"Seeking same.

"Dominant gay master, generous, seeks submissive gay guy, 18-25,

"for explicit fun."

Then there's a voice mailbox number.

How does it work? Why don't you call and find out?

I'm not calling it. Don't look at me.

Wimps!

Sounds like an S&M gig, I reckon.

$5,000 for a 48-hour booking.

It would have to be more 'S ' than 'M ', I'd imagine.

I would imagine.

How'd the Roland Petley ID go?

How do they ever go? It's suddenly all real. They wanted to get married.

Are you making a booking, Duncan? No.

Listen to this.

PASTOR NIEMAN: Hi. I hope you 're adventurous.

Leave me a message.

Something... interesting.

Hmm. If I like it, I'll get back to you.

You recognise that voice? Nieman, sexied up.

I bet he doesn't use that delivery with his congregation.

(BEEP!) Hang on.

Pastor Nieman, Detective Ryan.

You don't need to call me back, but you should probably call your lawyer.

We have more questions about the death of Roland Petley.

NIEMAN: Leave me a message. Something interesting.

If I like it, I'll get back to you. (TAPE STOPS)

We can do that voice analysis done if you insist, but we all know who that is.

VICTOR: We do insist, you see, even if that is who you think it is,

the message doesn't necessarily link our client to your victim.

Or to the apartment at the time of death.

Let's get the analysis done, then.

I'm sure your client will enjoy recording the same message for our technicians.

Give me a break. That's intimidation.

Victor.

Pastor Nieman called me. He did receive a message.

From you, Detective Ryan.

If he got my message, he has to have the voice mailbox access PIN,

which means he placed the ad.

He doesn't deny it.

He still denies having anything to do with the young man's death.

Roland Petley answered that ad. He went off that balcony.

Your client had access. You provided that access.

Now, we want to interview Pastor Nieman today

or we'll charge you with impeding a police investigation.

Now, my client is prepared to answer your questions,

but in no way is he willing to admit to any wrongdoing

with relation to this young man's death.

And if any detail of this investigation is leaked to the media,

we will be seeking redress in the fullest, both legal and financial.

Are we clear? I think so.

MATT: Do you wish to change your statement, sir?

NIEMAN: In substance, no. There are some details I omitted.

I didn't simply leave my things at the apartment and collect them later.

You met someone there. I didn't kill anyone.

There are a lot of troubled souls out there, Detective.

The ads are simply a way of making contact with them.

They come expecting one thing and they get something completely different.

I try and counsel them.

To help them.

I don't expect you to believe me, but it's the truth.

So then you picked up Roland Petley.

And he took off his clothes and got into bed so you could counsel him.

(CLEARS THROAT) I don't know what he did.

I got a call from the security company

that handles the church's business centre.

There'd been an attempted break-in.

I had to leave. What time?

Just before 10:00.

Well, that's four hours after you picked up Roland.

That's a long counselling session.

It turned out to be just vandalism.

So what did you do after you cleared this security call-out?

I went back about midnight.

I noticed the broken champagne glass, saw him below...

He was obviously dead. Were you sure?

I knew how this was going to look.

I called Charles.

Charles Lassiter? My lawyer, yes.

He's the person who gave you the access card to the apartment.

NIEMAN: Yes.

And?

Well, he advised me to take my things and leave, which I did.

Was Mr Lassiter there during the counselling session at the apartment?

Detective... Reasonable question.

He provides the venue.

Did Mr Lassiter know?

No.

Was anyone else there? No!

Victor, I've told them everything that happened. What more can I do?

Make sure you remain available to us, Mr Nieman.

My client has cooperated with you fully so far, Senior Sergeant.

If your detectives wish to check the details of his statement,

they're welcome to do so.

We don't need your permission to do our job, Mr Carling.

No, I'd like to speak with your superiors.

And why would you need to do that?

Because I'm not sure that I can trust you or your detectives

to fully understand the legal consequences you face

if any of this becomes public knowledge.

I'm sure it's in the interests of your firm to see this kept quiet as well.

My firm's reputation isn't in question here.

It's my client's reputation I'm trying to protect.

Your senior partner has actively withheld information from police.

That's debatable. He was honouring his client's confidentiality.

That is stretching it, Mr Carling. We can debate the point in court.

And we will be in court if any of this becomes public knowledge.

You will have writs coming out of your ears.

You see... morals aren't the issue here. The issue is homicide.

I hope we all understand where things lie.

We do, and thank you for taking the time to tell us.

Pleasure.

You 've got your hands full there, Stanley.

Yeah.

So, I see you 're clearing your desk, Bernice.

Yes. But low-key. I do not want to make a big fanfare out of this.

Well, you should. The Fellowship's a big deal.

So I assume you know when you 're leaving.

Tomorrow night. Hmm.

And you must have news on your replacement.

Stanley.

Going down? Yes, Terry.

Yeah. We all are.

(SNIFFS)

The smashed window at the church's business centre checks out.

Security company got a call-out at 9:38pm.

Ross Nieman arrived just after 10:00.

He helped them check the place,

then left just after midnight once they'd secured the building.

It helps Nieman's case, but it's not a clincher.

He could've smashed the window, then hung around until security turned up.

Then shown up. It's possible given they're still working on time of death.

SIMON: So why kill Roland Petley?

Pathology says there is no signs of S&M,

just injuries from the impact.

No semen on the sheets, but we know that guy wasn't up there for counselling.

Nieman's lying to us about that.

He's probably lying about a whole lot more too.

Doesn't tell us why he'd kill him. Lovers' tiff?

Lovers? He was a booking.

Detectives, you have a visitor.

Mr Cole. Have you found anything out yet?

Yeah, we're making some progress, sir.

Can we help you with anything?

Yeah. Someone put this under our... under my door.

"They want Pastor Nieman? Check out Tyghe Burnley.

"43 Carmody Street, Richmond."

(MOANS)

He's been like this for about 18 months now.

(MOANS) It's alright. You 're OK.

He's OK.

What happened? Brain damage.

He tried to hang himself.

The doctors said it was oxygen deprivation.

And you 've been caring for him ever since?

Last eight months, yeah. But he was in hospital before that.

You do this by yourself? Oh, not exactly.

People look in, lend a hand. But most of the time it's just me, yeah.

A lot of gear. Yeah.

That chair alone cost thousands.

But, you know, he's my brother.

And I was determined to have him at home.

And the church has been wonderful. I couldn't have done it without them.

The church? PraiseLife?

Yes. They've been wonderful with fundraisers and donations

and putting a list of helpers together.

You know Pastor Nieman?

Yeah! Yeah. He and Tyghe were close before it happened.

Weren't you, mate? (MOANS SOFTLY)

Pastor Nieman's been a fantastic support to me,

spiritually and in practical ways too.

Man's a saint.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks. We're fine. Oh.

When your brother had his accident, what actually happened?

We're not sure why he did it, exactly.

Tyghe's always had his problems, emotional problems.

My parents kicked him out when he was 16.

Dad turned on him because he was gay.

That's Tyghe, not Dad.

Sit down, please. OK.

They talked about a civil suit against the church after it happened.

But it was just about money, really.

For them, not for Tyghe.

So it's just been him and me ever since.

Were Pastor Nieman and your brother friends at the time?

Yes. Tyghe was thinking about a ministry with PraiseLife.

He came out to Pastor Nieman about being gay.

And Ross was so understanding. Ross?

Pastor Nieman. He counselled Tyghe.

He'd been counselling him for months when he tried to kill himself.

Ross was absolutely devastated.

He felt as if he'd failed him, I think.

The pastor was the one who found him?

Yes.

It happened at a youth Prosperity camp.

Tyghe hung himself with a belt, on a hook on a door...

...in Pastor Nieman's cabin.

Divisional D's attended and took statements.

The nurse at the camp tried CPR but no good.

The ambos eventually managed to get a heartbeat.

Maybe it'd be better if they hadn't. Yeah.

He was choppered into Queen Victoria ICU.

No charges were laid against anyone.

Yeah, attempted suicide.

Duncan's talking to the detectives who attended now.

Tyghe Burnley - 21, gay, good-Iooking.

"Dominant gay master seeks submissive gay guy, 18 to 25"?

Yeah. "Explicit fun." He fits.

So what about the civil suit for negligence filed by the parents?

It went away. Details suppressed. No case notes, even.

Oh! Victor Carling weaved his magic, did he?

And it wasn't just negligence.

There was suspicion of sexual impropriety as well.

Against Nieman? Who told you that? The Divisional guys.

Did his parents know about this? No.

They just wanted money out of it.

So they sued PraiseLife?

Nieman organised a monetary settlement,

got the whole thing swept under his plush Persian carpet.

Write his sister down as number three, Nathan Cole as number four.

Their lives have been destroyed because of him.

I want this bloke. J ARVIS: So go and get him.

Uh, Superintendent, you know everyone here, of course.

J ARVIS: Hmm, yeah. Recently reacquainted.

How's it hanging, Freeman? Fine, Superintendent.

Superintendent Jarvis will be taking over from Superintendent Waverley

while she's away.

Away? Yeah.

Bit arse-about-face, I know. Hellos before goodbyes.

We'll organise a cake or something later.

You might be able to get onto that. Sheilas are normally better at cakes.

Now, who's this Nyman clown? Pastor Ross NEEman.

He's a person of interest in this case.

And you 're tap-dancing around him because?

We're not tap-dancing, sir. It's a matter of discretion.

It could get political.

If you ask me, politics belongs in Parliament.

I like to call a shovel a spade and hit them over the head with it.

Start raising a few lumps, Ryan. Get stuck into it.

MATT: Tyghe Burnley case. This is history, Mr Lassiter.

Very recent history.

Get Victor in here. Yes, sir.

It's all stacking up now.

The apartment, the ad, the cover-up and now the history.

Pastor Nieman is still a client. The PraiseLife Church is still a client.

I can tell you nothing about the Tyghe Burnley case. It's done.

Over. No, it's not.

Looks like Nieman got this Tyghe Burnley involved in kinky sex

and nearly killed him.

It should've been Intentionally Cause Serious Injury at the very least.

But Nieman crawled out from under. And you helped him bury it!

And now he's offended again.

Roland Petley's dead. Haven't you people got any conscience?

Who the hell do you think you 're talking to?

Besides, I deal with corporate matters, not criminal ones.

You can't have it both ways, sir.

You want client confidentiality, but you claim he's not your responsibility.

Well, cut him loose. Tell us what you know.

'Cause this is not going away.

From my desk, it is. And possibly from this practice.

Victor, if you can't handle this, I suggest you find somebody else who can.

Talk to Mr Carling. But do so elsewhere.

Close the door, Julian.

I'll be with you shortly.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Are you part of all this, Charles?

What are you talking about?

Apart from your desire to retain

several million dollars worth of business.

Is that why you 're scared?

Are you screwing young men as well?! What?

Or just turning a blind eye...

...to retain the business of PraiseLife?

You just provide the venue for him to screw them.

Is that it, Charles? Get out.

He's been going there for months. Every few weekends.

That's why the injunction. And you made Julian change the records!

You initiated the Tyghe Burnley settlement.

You briefed me on the original case,

but you pulled all the strings and you lied to me!

And I need to know why.

I've done nothing wrong.

Haven't you?

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Still maintaining confidentiality?

It's not just convenience. It's the heart of the job.

Absolute confidentiality.

That's a shame.

Yes, sometimes it is... a shame.

Let's go.

Someone wants us to crack this open, even if this lot don't.

We need to find out who delivered that note to Nathan Cole.

(MUSIC PLAYS OVER DIALOGUE)

Waste of time?

Maybe not. He doesn't know how anyone would have found him.

So how did they?

Like Victor Carling said, absolute confidentiality.

No-one outside the investigation even knows the identity of the victim yet,

much less his address.

Only us and the people at the law firm. Yep.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

MATT: Mr Lane?

A word.

Look, I could lose my job.

Did you send us that note?

What note? About Tyghe Burnley.

No. But do you know who Tyghe Burnley is?

No! I...

Look, I heard the name...

...in Mr Lassiter's office, before.

But you didn't send the note? No!

When we get the information from that building

and we check it against your records,

what are we gonna find, Julian?

I have to do what I'm told.

Mr Lassiter told me to take out my entries about the pastor.

How many?

About four or five...

...weekends over the last few months.

Did anyone else know about those entries?

This is a legal firm.

They have systems in place to monitor who accesses the files.

Safeguards.

And someone accessed your records of the apartment occupancy?

About three weeks ago.

Who?

Mr Carling.

He accessed my files.

So why couldn't we have this meeting at the office?

What's going on, Mr Carling?

We know you sent us that note via Nathan Cole.

You wanted us to get to Tyghe Burnley. Why?

Because Nieman has been the recipient

of Charles's interventions before.

When?

I was given the Tyghe Burnley case.

PraiseLife was an important client.

Shall we say Charles was very helpful.

Any possibility of a problem just went away.

There was no case.

How did that happen?

Charles was working behind the scenes.

So when Roland Petley went over that balcony,

you realised you 'd been had on the earlier case.

On many levels.

So why did you represent that Nieman prick again this time?

Because I felt I had something to protect.

Well, it's all academic now.

I'm sure Charles has accepted my terms.

I have resigned.

Is Lassiter involved in the sex stuff?

He says not.

But he did collude in the falsification of the Tyghe Burnley medical records.

He paid off the doctors...

...and some of the character witnesses.

Covered up. Just to protect the business of PraiseLife.

How do you know this?

I got into the files the other night. They've since been erased.

But I'd already printed down the original medical documents,

the real ones, as my... insurance.

But then how do you insure against your own stupidity?

Here.

It mentions manual strangulation

as opposed to hanging...

...and sexual penetration.

Why are you doing this?

Nieman.

He didn't just use me as his legal whore.

He betrayed me... spiritually.

He betrayed me.

You have everything you need.

(SIREN WAILS)

Oh, you 're all settled in. Chair to your liking, Terry?

Mmm. Beats the one at the Drug Squad.

And am I right in assuming that you haven't had a chance

to go through all the paperwork?

Yeah... no.

Me and paperwork's like, uh...

...getting a water buffalo to do a headstand.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yo.

Uh, ma'am, something of a time bomb here, I'm afraid.

Really? Well, you 'd better speak to Terry about it. He's in charge now.

Hmm. Time bomb? How loud's it tickin'? Who do we chuck it at? (LAUGHS)

Ah, Mr Lassiter. Welcome.

No Mr Carling today, sir?

Mr Carling is no longer involved in this matter.

Let's get this over with.

Tyghe Burnley. Well, that matter's already closed.

On the basis of false evidence.

Go the bastard, son.

What false evidence? That's ridiculous.

Records. Bank accounts. Paid witnesses.

DUNCAN: The doctor was paid to make a false statement

and to re-evaluate his initial medical report.

This is the original.

It confirms there was a sexual element to Tyghe Burnley's so-called hanging.

Erotic asphyxiation.

MATT: Which ties in to the ad in the paper

and to Roland Petley's presence in that apartment.

Courtesy of you and your law firm, Mr Lassiter.

MATT: So, now... the truth.

Don't you just love watching the bastards wriggle?

As long as they don't fall off the hook and bite us, yeah.

DUNCAN: We'll talk to everyone involved.

The truth comes out when everything turns ugly.

And if we have to, we'll go public and request more witnesses.

We need to talk. Charles?

We have to confer. My client and I would like to confer.

Alone. Unmonitored.

Thank you. Certainly.

Let's hear what they have to say.

Terry, we listen and nothing is admissible.

And everything they say subsequently is inadmissible. You know that.

Jesus, you just love that rule book, don't you, mate, eh?

I love putting guilty people away.

We all do, Stanley, OK?

And we both know the Vicar of Dibley there is as guilty as sin.

(MUSIC PLAYS OVER DIALOGUE)

My client has agreed to make a statement.

DUNCAN: Good idea.

However, I would remind you

that settlement has been reached on the earlier matter.

I'm sure you wouldn't want to do anything today

or in the future that may be...

...prejudicial to Tyghe Burnley's continued welfare.

Make waves and they pull the medical support.

Bastards.

My client also accepts full responsibility

for his use of the apartment and acknowledges that I personally

had no knowledge of what use he put it to.

Is that right, Pastor Nieman?

Yes, it is. So what use was that?

Ross? That's a private matter.

If any of this becomes public... That's up to your lawyers.

If you turn out to be responsible for this man's death,

we can't guarantee suppression of details.

Good lad.

Bit of mongrel never hurt anyone, eh, Stanley?

MATT: Your statement... Let's see.

I did not kill that young man.

Everything else I said about the other night - everything - is true.

So, the broken window at the office? Yes.

The call-out? Yes.

Going back and seeing the body? Yes.

Running away? Yes.

Everything except killing him, eh? Yes!

When I got back he was dead.

And I can prove it. How?

I wasn't in the apartment

when I took the call from the security company.

I was on my mobile.

You can check those things... can't you?

Where were you?

I was meeting someone. Another young man.

He had come up to the apartment before with friends.

He was going to come back up and join us.

Threesome. Sydney Opera House. Dirty old pastor.

He was with me when I took the call.

He waited in the car while I dealt with the security people.

Then he came back up with me.

He was there when I found Roland Petley.

When did you pick up this... other boy?

Nine o'clock.

And given your estimated time of death, it rules out my client.

He did not kill Roland Petley.

Simply not possible.

So if he didn't kill him, who did?

So this third boy, this Trent Collings, he confirms Nieman's story?

Yes, Sarge. And do we believe him?

He was scared witless.

We threatened him with failure to report and he nearly died on the spot.

And now Pathology has the time of death pegged between 10:00 and 11:30.

Nieman's in the clear.

So the question remains the same. Who else had access to the apartment?

Who else had a swipe card?

Maybe this'll help, Sarge.

The DPP came through. The court's overturned the injunction.

These are the Head-End software readouts from the building.

MATT: Mr Lane.

We need to ask you some more questions.

What, here? Again?

DUNCAN: Why not? Good a place as any.

MATT: All the senior partners have alibis for the night of Roland Petley's death.

All of them checked out.

Plus we already know that Mr Lassiter didn't have his swipe card.

Pastor Nieman had that.

What is this?

DUNCAN: We're just checking some facts, sir.

Which only leaves the three spare cards.

I guess so. Yes.

But, you see, there's an entrance and an exit using Mr Lassiter's code

that Pastor Nieman couldn't have made

because we know that he was somewhere else at the time.

MATT: Did you check out a spare card yourself,

and have Mr Lassiter's code put on it?

No. No. No, I didn't. I swear!

So are there only three spares?

Have any ever gone missing, been replaced?

Julian?

Only once. Three weeks ago. And he replaced it at his own cost.

Who said they lost the card?

Victor.

Mr Carling.

You said something strange yesterday, that Nieman had betrayed you...

...spiritually.

What betrayal?

I've told you most of the story anyway.

About finding out that Nieman was using the apartment on a regular basis,

putting together how they used you on the Tyghe Burnley case?

That's right.

Going to the office at night, getting the records, printing them.

Yes. What about the bits you left out?

Swiping the supposedly lost card with Charles Lassiter's code.

Yeah.

So you could get into the apartment without anyone knowing. Why?

When I found out that he was using the place, I saw a pattern.

That's why I watched the apartment a couple of times, to see if I was right.

And I was. He was... taking boys up there.

Young boys like Tyghe Burnley.

And?

I go to his church. My boys go to his church.

My boys have been to those Prosperity camps.

You see...

Three years ago, my wife...

I left the Anglican Church

because I thought I'd found something that was real...

...for me, for my boys.

I thought Nieman was a special man, that he had something to offer.

That's why I represented him.

But it was a lie. It was all a lie.

That man is a lie.

What happened... the other night?

I let myself in.

Nieman wasn't there. He went to pick up another boy.

That's when you found Roland Petley... by himself?

Yeah, I walked in and he...

(SHOUTS) The poor kid just went...

...just went crazy.

He started screaming at me.

Saying he wasn't being paid for a double act or something.

I tried to calm him down. He got so violent.

He pushed me.

Something got broken.

I tried to reason with him.

I really did try to reason with him

but he was flailing around at me.

He threw a punch at me. I ducked.

(SIGHS)

When I looked up...

...he was gone.

Just gone.

I've sat here so many times and heard it said,

and wondered whether I should believe it or not.

And here I am now saying it.

I didn't mean to kill him.

It was an accident.

Good start, team. Manslaughter, at least.

That's one that won't be getting off the hook.

Carling at least has a conscience.

Be better if I could say the same about Pastor Nieman.

Don't worry. We'll get back to him. New evidence on vegie boy.

Church will probably hang him out to dry.

Maybe that'll be some sense of justice for Tyghe Burnley's sister.

I wouldn't bet on it. The church will cover it up like they always do.

The pastor, he'll just walk.

(CAR ALARM DEACTIVATES)

Yes?

(CHOKES)

I loved him.

(GASPS)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

Hello?

Detective Ryan?

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