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Autopsy report on Nancy Best.

Wouldn't mind having her lungs.

Liver's in a beautiful condition, too.

If she hadn't been hit, she'd have lived to 100.

Any drug or alcohol signs?

No. I have to wait for toxicology, but there's no obvious indications.

How did she end up under a truck?

Good question.

Ah, Detective, to what do we owe the honour?

Preliminary autopsy report on your last victim, Nancy Best.

You must remember her - the girl you raped in your rooms?

She ended up under a truck.

You're not suggesting I was driving?

No. The driver's a decent man.

He'll be traumatised for the rest of his life.

Let me start again, Detective.

I'm sorry?

Let me cook you lunch. Come out to my farm.

Come on, I'll show you around the olive grove.

Trust me, Detective, I'm a good cook.

Autopsy report on Nancy Best.

Pathologist said she could've lived to be 100.

Nelson's got another patient lined up tomorrow -

a pro bono job -

18 years old,

scar here from a car crash.

Oh, she's excited -

told me he's gonna make her look like a "supermodel".

He's never going to stop, is he?

Not until I stop him.

Application for a 465 Warrant.

Why do you want access to Dr Nelson's patient records?

You know why. I know allegedly why.

That's why I need access to the records.

Breaching patient-doctor confidentiality's

a very serious business.

He's the one breaching the doctor-patient relationship

by raping them.

Allegedly. I must turn up the heat on him.

What you've got here,

no magistrate is going to grant you a warrant to open patient records.

So, keep digging, Senior Detective.

Is there anything I should be doing while I'm waiting for forensic?

You working on Nelson? Mmm.

Need a hand?

Got it covered, thanks.

Well, if you think of anything...

Yeah.

Found us okay, then?

Wasn't hard.

Come inside.

Got a few things to organise. Do you want a drink?

Just water, thanks. (chuckles)

Still don't trust me, Detective?

Excuse me, I've just gotta grab something from the kitchen.

Are you really a detective?

Yeah, I am.

I'm Jake.

I'm Amy Fox.

We have a fox that lives down the back.

Oh! It's probably a relative.

Are you related to Dr Nelson?

He's my dad!

There we go. In case you change your mind, some clean glasses.

I'll even open the bottle in front of you.

Amy Fox doesn't know you're my dad!

(laughs) Now she does, hey?

Jake wants a hug.

He's very affectionate.

That's better.

So, Jake has a mother somewhere?

Somewhere, yes. Lost touch.

Former patient?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Good on you, Jake.

Lost touch? Didn't have anything to do with your bedside manner?

Well, if you must know,

she couldn't cope with the demands of looking after Jake -

went missing in action.

You brought him up on your own?

That surprises you, does it?

Perhaps I'm not the monster that you think I am.

Or perhaps you're able to show another face to the world.

I think you give me credit with being smarter than what I am.

Thanks, son.

I know what you are, Doctor.

Do you really?

I almost pity you.

Pity?

You're a personable, good-looking man with all the advantages,

and yet you rape anaesthetised patients.

Supposing I do, could you prove it?

Is that an admission?

Supposing it is...

Is there something you wanna tell me?

Yes.

Is that one of your colleagues parked over there?

Are you taping this conversation? How long's he been there?

Quite some time.

You know, if you are taping it, it's all inadmissible.

I think you'll find you've been asking leading questions.

Excuse me.

Perhaps you'd like to take him something to eat.

What are you doing? I wanted to ensure you're okay.

I am. Go.

So... what's going on?

I'm trying to get inside his head.

Is that a good idea?

And YOU are not helping.

Okay, fine.

We're not so different from animals, really, are we?

Speak for yourself.

Like them, human beings are the product

of millions of years of competition - survival of the fittest.

That's a pretty simplistic view of human history.

What about self-sacrifice?

Haven't the strongest always taken what they wanted, though?

Like bank robbers and rapists?

How quaint. An idealist.

Is 'idealist' an insult now?

No, just... something intriguing.

Quite attractive, in its own way.

Why do you look after Jake?

We all have our weaknesses, Detective.

Would you like him to be drugged and raped by a doctor?

Well, that's not going to happen, is it?

Why do you do it?

The real question is "Why not?"

AMY: He's laughing at us. He thought I was wearing a wire.

If I blew it, I'm sorry,

but you shouldn't have gone without backup.

Look, this is all about his relationship with women.

It'll take a woman to stop him.

So we're back to square one? Except now I know he has a son.

That son has a mother.

AMY: Kylie Larkin?

I'm Senior Detective Amy Fox.

I'm investigating the activities of a Dr Peter Nelson.

You gave birth to a son 14 years ago.

On the birth certificate, you named Dr Nelson as the father of your son.

Excuse me.

Were you a patient of his? Did he operate on you?

It was a long time ago.

Have you seen your son? Do you know where he is?

What do you want?

Did he rape you?

We suspect that he raped a number of women.

I'm trying to stop him. Can you help me?

Do you know where my son is?

(sighs)

Is that him?

Uh-huh.

He's a great kid.

I was 17 when he was born.

Mum and Dad stepped in.

That was the last I ever saw of him.

I thought I left all this behind me.

Can you tell me what happened?

You can stop Nelson from doing this ever again.

KYLIE: I heard about this doctor who did plastic surgery... for free.

He said he normally only did pro bono work

for serious cases like scarring, burns...

..but for me, he'd make an exception.

It was my ears - they sort of stuck out when I was a kid.

He said he'd straighten my nose at the same time,

and that I'd come out looking like a model.

But instead, um...

..I, uh... came out pregnant.

Are you sure it was him?

When I went into that operating theatre, I was a virgin.

It could've been anybody -

one of the cleaners, a hospital visitor, another patient.

Her parents went to Dr Nelson

and told him they wanted an inquiry, wanted blood tests.

Nelson panicked.

They blackmailed him into taking custody of baby Jake.

It was that, or he'd be struck off.

Alright, we prove parentage by DNA.

What if he says it was consensual?

You'd have a "he-says, she-says".

This is the third of Nelson's victims we've found.

There are more. You sure about that?

It's been ongoing for 14 years. There are more.

There may be, but Nancy Best is dead,

and the first complainant doesn't believe it was Nelson.

We've got a victim who'll talk.

Look at it the way a jury would.

It was a long time ago. He WILL claim consent.

On top of that, she gave the baby away.

And she's been grieving about it ever since.

Her statement gives me enough to charge him.

Will you back me up?

Dr Peter Nelson, you're under arrest for rape.

You're not obliged to say or do... Dad, what's going on?!

..say or do may be recorded and used as evidence.

It's okay, Jake. Get back in the car. It's alright.

Amy's made a mistake. Don't worry.

Do you understand this?

Do YOU understand you've made a terrible tactical error, Detective.

Anything else to say?

Yes, there is. You've upset my son. He's in a very distressed state.

I can't leave him here on his own.

That's okay. He can accompany us to the station.

(Jake cries)

Come on, mate.

Constable?

Oh, I'm just taking Mrs Larkin out for a smoking break.

Kylie Larkin - bloody good work - it's stood the test of time.

Jake, this lady's your mother.

Hi, Mum.

Take a good look, Kylie. This is our son.

Okay...

Could you look after him while the detectives talk to me?

Although, you'll have time to get acquainted if I go to jail.

Come on, Nelson. Evan!

He's just putting the pressure on you.

And it's working.

I know. Kylie, just hang in there.

It's alright for you to say. I've got my life together.

I've got a job. I've got a mortgage.

If he goes to jail and I've suddenly got a 14-year-old son to look after,

I don't know how I'll cope.

We just let him get away with what he did to you?

Just get him struck off. He deserves to go to jail.

Yeah, but stopping him being a doctor, isn't that a punishment?

His last victim ended up under a truck.

She killed herself?

We'll never know.

You don't need me to put him away.

Please, don't do this.

I can't look after Jake. It's too much.

None of this is Jake's fault.

He needs his mother.

I have always had dreams about him, you know.

About meeting him, getting to know him.

Well, we can get you guys into a hotel tonight.

You know, you can make a start, get to know each other...

I'm really scared.

Of course you are.

But you can do this.

Yeah.

These are good clothes. Why wouldn't you sell them?

Because charity bins exist to help other people.

So?

So, use one next time you clean out your wardrobe.

Guys don't clean out their wardrobes.

DEEP, MUFFLED VOICE: Hey!

Hello?

Go away!

There's someone in there.

It's probably some derro sleeping it off.

Hang on.

Oi! Joss!

Hey!

Hey! Get out of there! Joss!

It's the police, sir. Can you please come out?

GO AWAY!

I can see it's going to be one of those days.

(breathes heavily)

Care to tell us your name?

No.

Don't you recognise him, boss? The mask...

Peroni...

..breathing difficulty, you know?

I know who he's dressed up as.

Just like some people can be dressed up as a policeman

but not quite act the part.

A name?

Take off your helmet, so we can have a look.

(Kelly laughs)

We've, um, tried all this, boss.

How long had you been in that bin?

Do we have any missing persons reports that match his description?

We don't know what he looks like.

Well, we do know that he's a primary school-aged boy... or girl.

I'm a... (deep voice) I'm a boy.

See? We're making progress.

You must be feeling a bit hungry.

(breathes heavily)

Why don't you take him to the mess room and feed him, Peroni.

This way, Lord Vader.

When he takes off his mask to eat... Yeah.

Voila!

You should've been here yesterday. We had Tim Tams.

You want a drink?

Righto.

He won't remove it. He's a kid. It's not hard.

A pretty smart kid.

Well, you've got to use a little psychology.

Little boys are all about competition - winning and losing.

You should have a go.

Bring the camera.

Watch and learn.

I'm Acting Sergeant Alex Kirby.

So?

So, you can call me Alex.

What's your name?

Well, I bet you can't get that helmet off.

Look, kid,

we need your name, we need your address, and we need it right now.

It's stuck. I knew it. He can't remove it.

(regular voice) I can!

Show me.

Look, just... (Joss and Kelly laugh)

Right...

He's all yours.

Put out a global email,

asking if anyone's reported a missing Sith Lord.

How old are you?

I'm the one

who's supposed to be asking the questions around here, mate.

How old?

I'm 22.

Why don't you want us to know who you are?

You'll send me home before doing what I need to do.

Oh. You're on a quest or something?

(deep voice) I want to wee.

You wanna wee?

Through there.

(breathes heavily)

How old are you?

Who's asking?

I'm not falling for that.

(laughs) Well, since you put it that way...

I'm 26.

Where were you nine years ago?

I was in an army barracks in Enoggera.

Where? It's in Queensland.

Oh.

Where were you?

None of your business.

Hey, I tell you something, you tell me something. That was the deal.

There was no deal!

The kid's driving me nuts.

Child-minding not your thing?

Any responses to the global email?

You had quite a few, actually - scintillating stuff.

Fifteen said may the Force be with us,

Northcote CIU are holding Princess Leia for armed rob,

and four KALOFs for Han Solo.

Alex, I'm taking Dr Nelson

to appear in front of the magistrate in St David's.

Could someone assist?

Yes, I could. ALEX: No, no, no, no!

You're needed for child-minding.

Matt, go with Amy.

Where is our young friend in the helmet?

He's in the mess room.

No, he's not. I just came from there.

He went to the toilet. You left him on his own?

For a minute, yeah.

Jeez...

I can't believe you left him on his own!

He must be exploring. Just find him!

HEAVY BREATHING

How did you get in here without anybody noticing?

I snuck.

(mimics) You snuck.

How old are you?

You first.

That's not fair. All the others told me.

Well, that's why I'm a senior sergeant

and they're all only constables.

You got kids?

Two daughters.

Um, he's sort of gone.

"Sort of" gone? Yeah, but I'll find him.

Uh, boss, there's no sign of him.

He's in my office.

He got on a train at Spencer Street.

Oh! Did he tell you this?

Simple police work, Peroni.

Workers at the railways remembered the uniform.

So, what's he doing in Mt Thomas?

I've left something for YOU to discover.

You don't seriously think you're going to make this stick, do you?

You actually think you're going to get a conviction.

Kylie will never give evidence. We'll see.

What's the press doing here?

You've set this up.

Why don't you just pretend to be anaesthetised.

Then you won't know it's happening.

REPORTER: When did you become aware you were under investigation?

REPORTER: Dr Nelson, what have you got to say about the allegations?

Are you a policeman?

Yes.

Why don't you have a uniform?

I'm a detective. Detectives don't wear uniforms.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find people who've been hurt by a very bad man.

I'm trying to find someone, too.

Yeah? Who?

Where were you nine years ago?

Nine years ago?

I was working on the Bass Strait gas rigs.

The what?

Ah, it's in the sea, between Melbourne and Tasmania.

Did you ever come to Melbourne?

On leave, yeah.

And did you do sex with girls?

I'm not real comfortable talking about that with you, mate.

Mum says my dad's a cop in Mt Thomas.

You must be him.

JONESY: Alex...

..I've got a problem.

Hey, how did you get Darth to unmask?

He says he's my kid.

Is he?

Oh, I dunno!

I was working in Bass Strait about the right time.

So, finally, your sluttish ways have come back to haunt you!

I wasn't that bad!

Old rubber-hips Jonesy! (Laughs)

This isn't funny. Oh, it is - just a little bit.

Okay, okay. Did he give you his mother's name?

No, he doesn't wanna get sent home.

You must have some idea who she is.

Yeah. Bronte.

I just got off the phone.

Looks like "Darth" was spotted getting on a tram

in South Melbourne this morning.

(sighs)

Look, she may have moved. That was a long time ago.

No, he's my kid.

I know it.

Are you going to tell me your name?

Rory.

Rory... It's a good name.

Mine's Jonesy.

You got a dog, Jonesy?

Not at the moment, no.

Mostly in a four-wheel drive, dogs ride up the back.

Yeah, they do.

So, we could get one.

I could teach him things, like tricks and stuff.

You got a dog at home?

Glenn hates dogs.

And who's Glenn?

He's a dickhead.

You shouldn't talk like that, mate.

Sorry, but he is.

You just wait here, mate.

Evan?

Hey, Bronte.

What are you doing here?

(sighs) I brought Rory back.

You must have been frantic, but he's safe. He's okay.

Evan, what are you talking about?

Look, you should've told me.

Told you what?

I haven't been there for you. How could I? I didn't know.

Rory, come on.

Look, I want to help out...

..with money... or whatever.

You must be Rory.

RORY: Hello. Hello.

So, Rory's not...

No.

Sorry. That's my mistake.

I understand the confusion,

with all the women for you to choose from back then.

Good one, Dad.

Get in the car.

So, your mum's name...

Is it Judy?

Sharon?

Michaela?

Roseanne?

Whew...

Just give me a clue.

What does it start with?

The letter 'B'.

'B'?

'B'...

How many girlfriends did you have back then?

Not as many as it sounds.

Mum says men with lots of girlfriends are called 'root rats'.

I was working very hard back then.

I don't have to justify myself to you.

Where am I gonna sleep tonight?

You'll be home by then.

I can stay at your place.

For the last time, tell me where you live.

No way!

NEWSREADER: A leading Melbourne cosmetic surgeon

was in St David's Court today charged with rape.

Police allege that Dr Peter Nelson, 48...

Fox.

Are you watching the news?

Yup.

I don't suppose you'd have any idea who tipped off those reporters?

No idea at all, boss.

Those allegations go back a long way. When did you...

Wonder how he'll cope with the public humiliation?

REPORTER: What do you say to the people's families?

What've you got to you say?

(rings buzzer urgently)

It's for you.

BUZZER CONTINUES

Jake's gone!

I received a call at the hotel. I went downstairs to answer it.

Slow down. Take your time.

There was no-one on the line.

When I got back to the room, Jake was gone.

DOOR OPENS Where's Jake?

He's eating.

I'd invite you in, but... You set this up.

You rang Kylie to get her out of the way, then took him.

He's my son, Detective, and he's in my care...

..for the moment.

Detective, perhaps you could leave Kylie and I alone for a moment.

There's something we need to discuss.

I've got nothing to discuss.

I don't like it when people get angry!

You're quite right, Jake.

It shows a lack of control, doesn't it?

Would you like to watch television in your bedroom?

Yes, I would.

What we need to discuss, Kylie, is you looking after Jake

if I have to go to prison.

I've looked after him for 14 years.

If you put me away, it's going to be your turn.

No, I can't.

The jury's gonna love hearing that.

They're gonna have to lock up the one person who's ever cared for him,

the one person who's ever loved him.

How's he gonna cope in an institution, Kylie?

I can't do this.

Kylie, wait!

Looks like your witness for the prosecution is getting cold feet.

You're using your son to get out of this?

I'm doing what's best for Jake.

You honestly expect me to believe that?

That I love my son, Detective? Yes, I do.

Goodnight. Thanks for coming. Drop in anytime.

I know you think I'm being weak.

It doesn't matter what I think.

I understand that horrible things happen to people

and you have to move on, but that doesn't stop...

I'm sorry.

I wanna help you, but... I can't.

Why do we have to come back here?

Well, this is where I work. It's night-time.

Welcome to a copper's life. I'm hungry.

Go to the kitchen, get yourself some cheese and bickies.

Why can't we go to your place?

If you tell me where you live, you won't have to be here.

You don't have to get angry.

Listen, mate, I'm not getting angry. I've just got a lot of work to do.

How much longer?

Till the work's done.

Until you catch the bad man who's hurting people?

That's right, yeah.

Alright.

ALEX: Anakin... Ooh!

Looks like you two are getting along.

Yeah. He's a great kid.

Was Nelson slotted?

Haven't you heard?

You're dropping the charges?

No choice - Kylie backed out.

You can't let him get away.

We have to. We've got nothing on him. Bastard's made of teflon.

That doesn't sound like you - to accept defeat.

Maybe sometimes the bad guys just get away.

I need a coffee.

PHONE RINGS

Mt Thomas Police, Senior Detective Jones speaking.

Your name?

BUZZER SOUNDS

(laughs) Belinda, is that you?

Hello, Alex. Hey!

How long's it been?

There you go, mate. I think I've fixed it for you.

I rang the Northcote police. They said that they'd had...

Mum!

Rory!

What are you doing here?! Don't you ever do that again!

I found Dad.

So, you're Rory's mum?

But I've never..

We've... never...

Alex...

..we need to talk.

You never saw fit to tell me?

I thought you'd freak out.

Well, I'm freaking out now.

See, just like I thought.

I had a right to know.

When I'd discovered I was pregnant, you'd already left

on your round-the-world backpacking adventure.

If I'd known, I would have come back.

Let's face it,

you were never exactly father material.

But you must've kept track of me. You knew I was here.

I ran into your mum in a supermarket.

You told Rory?

All I said was his father was a policeman in Mt Thomas.

I never thought he'd up stakes and come looking for you.

But he's been fighting with Glenn.

Your boyfriend?

Fiance.

They don't get on... at all.

It's killing me - the two of them fighting all the time.

You okay?

What do you reckon?

I've just found out I've got a son who's a complete stranger.

Rory, get that thing off. Now.

Rory, this is your father. His name is Alex Kirby.

I don't want him to be my father.

Well, I'm sorry, Rory, but it's a bit late in the day to be choosy.

Well, thanks. Heaps.

I want Jonesy to be my dad.

But he's not,

and there's nothing we can do to change that.

So, why don't you shake hands with Alex?

I don't want to.

Rory.

Don't worry about it.

It's okay, mate. It's okay.

Come on,

we've got to re-arrest Nelson.

Not funny, Jonesy.

I've had three calls from victims who saw him on the evening news.

Are they prepared to make statements?

Absolutely.

You coming?

Wouldn't miss it.

Do you remember Robin Carter?

Why don't you remind me?

You removed a mole from her shoulder in June 1996.

Detective, I have many patients.

Well she's prepared to make a statement

that you sexually molested her.

It's her word against mine.

Okay, well, what about Joanne Wong,

Verity Cavanagh, Katerina Pappas...

You raped them under anaesthesia.

With their statements, we have enough evidence to lay new charges.

I'll have to make arrangements for Jake.

Of course.

Guess you win.

This isn't a game.

You know, I called you when I got back from overseas.

Once.

I got a pretty frosty reception.

Yeah, maybe.

I thought you'd moved on.

You were sending a clear signal you wanted nothing to do with me.

It was never gonna work.

You were too busy being a smart-arse back then.

So you just... gave up?

You wouldn't have stayed with me.

How do you know? I know you.

I might've surprised you.

Isn't he beautiful?

Yeah.

Look, I might not have been the most responsible person back then,

but I'm different now.

I wanna help with...

Rory.

Maybe take him on the odd weekend. It could be fun.

Glen's been offered a new job... in Sydney.

It's a good job.

So, you're moving up there?

We're packing now. It's been a stressful time.

Right.

But... this could be just what we need.

Well, Rory could stay with you.

Uh, hang on.

You're his father. You need to get to know each other.

Yeah, slowly... Glenn and I need to make this work.

If the two of them keep fighting, I'll lose Glenn.

Belinda!

I've been looking after him for the past nine years!

When's it MY turn to have MY life?

I'll drop his things off in the morning.

But... I don't even know him.

Now's your chance to show me how much you've changed.

You're not gonna say goodbye?

I can't.

You can't leave him here. Don't make this any harder.

Tell him I'll be back in the morning.

We'll say our goodbyes then.

The bail justice cut him loose. You're kidding.

Said he didn't present an unacceptable risk.

It doesn't matter. You got him.

He's going away for this. He'd have to get three, four years.

Plus, he'll never practice medicine again.

No.

What?

He won't go inside. He's too proud for that.

Nelson?

Hey.

(gasps)

Drop it, or I'll shoot.

Go ahead, Detective. You'll save me the trouble.

What have you given him?

Just sleeping tablets.

Call the ambos.

EVAN: Mt Thomas, 509 to VKC.

What's in the syringe?

Something to take away all of his pain.

Uh-uh-uh!

(whispers) This is your son.

You're talking about killing him.

Where's he gonna be without me to look after him, Detective?

Do you think his mother's gonna cope?

Isn't this for the best?

It's just two minutes, Amy.

One shot for him, one shot for me.

Just put it down.

It's gonna end all of his misery, Amy.

Please.

I know you understand me.

You and I are different from everybody else, Amy.

We're the same.

We can see what has to be done.

I'm not like you.

DOOR OPENS

ALEX: Shh! Shh! JONESY: I didn't say anything.

RORY: Where am I?

Nah, it's okay. You're at my place, mate.

What am I doing here? Where's Mum?

Ah... well, your mum's going...

Your mum's gonna be back tomorrow.

I don't wanna stay here.

Well...

..your mum thought that she and Glenn should spend some time together.

Glenn's a dickhead.

Ah, maybe he is.

Um, anyway,

your mum thought you could stay here for awhile,

just until they get set up in Sydney.

She's leaving me here?

That's right. With you?

That's not so bad, is it?

It'll be like school camp.

Mum's not coming back?

Just to drop off your stuff.

You'll see her in the morning.

No way!

Hey, it's alright. Don't touch me.

And Jonesy - Jonesy lives here too, you know.

Leave me out of it, mate.

Can you say something to him?

Me? Well, he likes you.

Tell him he's alright. I'll look after him.

Sounds like a job for a father.

Mate, I don't know what to say.

It'll come to you.

KEYS RATTLE Where are you going?

Somewhere else.

(Rory cries)

I thought you went home.

Maybe I like paperwork.

I said I don't mind doing it.

We're in this together.

Partners...

..right?

Is that what we are?

Yeah. So I guess you're stuck with me.

Wouldn't mind a coffee.

Good! You can grab me one.

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