I know something happened to Terry. I know deep in my balls.
Hey, Jim.
See, there are people in your life, kids,
you can't be with them, but you're never really free of them either.
Why can't we just go back to Grandma's house?
- Yeah. - It's too late.
We're all in too deep now.
I will find out what happened to Terry Harris.
- Give me one more week. - Alright, one week.
Have you any idea the position you've put me in here?
This is a dead cop.
We cannot afford to fuck up.
Jim, it says here that you were shooting pigeons that afternoon.
Ah, yep.
Stay away from Bev.
The money you owe.
Rufus's firm is being investigated by the CPS.
So you're going to help me?
My grades must be good enough to get a scholarship
to one of those really good schools in Sydney.
I could start again, I could get away.
OK, go on, skip town, again.
I fucked Dan in the back of my car.
Shit!
What the hell is Jean Cooper up to?
- Trouble with the law? - No.
Well, then, why do you need legal aid?
I bet it was something real bad.
It always is with birds like you.
With all due respect, I don't think a man like you
spends a great deal of time with "birds" like me.
Bet it were drugs.
Coke. I've got a good connection for coke.
I'll give you my number and you can ring me anytime.
Me get in touch with a low-life degenerate piece of trash like you?
No, thanks.
- Don't I know you? - No, I don't think so.
- Are you sure? - I'm absolutely certain.
- No, I definitely recognise you. - No, you don't.
Now I remember who you are.
I think you've probably got me confused with somebody else
who has red hair, like Princess Sarah Ferguson
or the rock'n'roll singer Axl Rose.
You're Nick's wife!
Oh, my God! It's me, Bambi, do you remember? From the hospital.
Ah...
I was the one that called the ambulance from the hotel.
I'm the professional sex worker
that was with your husband when he died.
- No. - Yes!
I'm the one that gave him crabs!
- I don't remember any of this. - You do!
It was me that was with him when he passed away
with the mobile phone inserted into him.
Yes, OK, this is starting to ring a bell.
I knew it would be something bad with a bird like you.
- So what are you doing here? - Oh, tax evasion.
Oh, it's so nice to see you.
I've often thought about you and wondered how you were doing.
So how are you doing?
I'm doing very well.
She's getting legal aid. How well are any of us doing?
- I don't know him. - I'm so glad I ran into you.
I don't know what your life's been like since Nick passed away,
but for me that was a moment in time that set off a chain of events
that I can only describe as disastrous.
Listen, I don't know what you're doing here,
but if there's anything that I can do to help...
You've got business cards?
- Well, they're tax deductible. - Hmm.
Hey, maybe she's taking on apprentices.
How dare you? For your information, I don't do that sort of thing.
- Much. - Sammy Cooper.
Bye. It's really nice to see you.
And if you want me to line up any paid sex work, you call me.
Oh, my God.
- Can I take a card? - Yeah.
OK, please tell me you have some good news for me.
I do.
The CPS are investigating Rufus.
- The... - Crown Prosecution Service.
They were very interested to hear your story.
Seriously?
I had a quiet word with an old colleague
who used to work at S&R...
Standards and Regulations.
And she said that your story is consistent with their findings.
There is an accepted culture of looting at this firm.
OK, this is interesting, but I'm close to getting evicted.
So am I going to get my house back?
I think we can get an excellent result by settling out of court.
If we can persuade Rufus to hand over the title of the property
to a deserving party, then he can plead good behaviour
and commute his sentence.
- Win-win. - If you say so.
Helping the have-nots is so important.
Well, I have not my house.
So yeah.
If we're all agreed,
I just need you to read this document and sign it.
Oh.
Golly. It's long, isn't it?
So where do I sign?
At page 112. But please take it home and look at it.
Do you know, I think it's probably safer if I sign it now
because I might accidentally leave it on a bus
- I doubt you will. - Can I have a pen?
- No. - I'll just grab a pen.
There.
You do realise that signing documents you haven't read
is how you lost your property in the first place?
Put it there, partner.
We're not partners, I'm your legal adviser.
- That copy's yours. - Oh.
You know, I wish I could pay you.
Or at the very least, take you out for a celebratory lunch.
I'll buy lunch.
Oh, don't worry, for now this work is PB.
- What's th... - Pro bono.
You know, I think from now on, maybe use the full word.
How do you feel about vegan food?
How long till my meeting with the superintendent?
20 minutes.
Oh, are you absolutely sure it's been one week?
That feels awfully fast to me.
Yes, it was seven days since they gave you one more week, so...
Do you want me to buy you some time? I could shoot you... in the thigh.
No. Too much paperwork.
Emily, do you think I still have a shot at this?
Course! You're Detective Fairbank.
All you have to do is make sure that this interview
answers all of the thousands of questions
that still hang over this case.
Sweet as a nut.
OK.
I'm Detective Fairbank. Detective Fairbank.
Good morning.
Thank you for coming in for these follow-up questions.
That's alright.
So, what is your relationship to Beverly Spray?
Bev briefly dated my son Jim.
Mm. She has got quite a police record.
Theft, drink driving, forgery.
Arson, welfare fraud,
cat shaving...
- Cat shaving? - Yes.
Whilst heavily intoxicated, she captured and shaved
her neighbour's three cats.
- Were the cats hurt? - No.
They were more embarrassed, but it is still a crime.
Now, I'm curious as to why you gave her a bag filled with cash.
- You've been watching me? - Just answer the question.
Bev got into some trouble with gambling debts.
- I helped her out. - How much?
- $9,000. - That is very generous of you.
She might be pregnant with my grandchild,
I'd prefer she didn't have loan sharks after her.
Well, that is quite the cash gift for someone
who may or may not be pregnant to your son.
- Is that Frank's file? - This?
Oh, yes, I was just familiarising myself with
the last missing person you knew.
Frank died because he was too drunk to swim.
- It's as simple as that. - Mm.
It isn't, though.
I mean, it's not like you weren't without motives.
Oh, God. I loved him. He was my everything.
Well, according to a lot of people at the time,
you had a very stormy relationship.
- We were alcoholics. Well, you can't have been happy about
his relationship with Cathy Pascal.
Cathy was a friend.
Is this the hottest lead you have for finding Terry Harris?
I want answers.
Terry's family is going through hell not knowing.
I know exactly what the Harrises are going through, trust me.
Not now!
- The superintendent wants you now. - What? I've still got 15 minutes.
He wants to start now.
Do you want me to go to the public phone and call the station,
and then I'll say there's a bomb in the building
and then everyone will evacuate?
No, not again.
This isn't over.
Fuck.
That was a bit ambiguous.
This interview is over.
I think he meant in the broader sense of justice prevailing.
Right.
Oh, hey.
I bought you this very expensive present
because you're so depressed.
Oh, that's so nice.
- Oh, look, and a card. - Yeah. No, wait.
"Dear Fiona, We're so relieved your surgery went well.
Please move back to Bolton. Love, Mum and Dad."
- What was your surgery? - Anal polyp.
I like your wall of photos. That was my idea.
Yeah. I mean, it's useless now, isn't it?
They want to go with suspected suicide.
They just want the case closed today.
- You look good with a gun. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - I could have been a police officer.
I always work out who did it on Murder, She Wrote,
before Jessica Fletcher.
- That hand lotion's so creamy. - Say it out loud.
That hand lotion's so... - No, no.
Say out loud what you know.
Jessica Fletcher always does that and works it out.
Also recaps the plot for the viewer.
OK.
Terry's wife was in Sydney.
His lovers were all at their respective jobs.
And these ex-cons, they all had grudges,
but their alibis check out.
Now, Terry's neighbour, Jim Cooper, he was shooting pigeons,
but he does that regularly and he has no motive.
I worked with his sister Sammy before she flew back to London.
She called Chris a fat, delusional fuck stain.
Very good judge of character.
Now, Jean Cooper also has no motive, but she's a bit suss.
Her husband went swimming 20 years ago, never returned.
I read the most peaceful way to die is drowning.
And apparently the least peaceful way
is having someone power drill into your temple.
Jean Cooper also had some unusual dealings with this woman.
- Bev. - What, you know her?
She came into the office once to see Sammy.
She also turned up at my birthday party,
and I'm pretty sure she stole my microwave.
Well, Jean Cooper gave her a bag filled with cash.
See, Beverly Spray is the only one I haven't been able to speak to yet.
Jessica Fletcher would definitely interview her
before the case is closed.
Hey, Fairbank, how'd the meeting go?
Who the fuck is this?! Your little piece of tail on the side?
- I knew you were lying to me. - No, that's...
Constable Emily Sutherland. Colleague.
Oh, hey. I'm Fiona.
- Oh, hi. - Nice to finally meet you.
And you.
Can I keep this?
Abby?
Abby.
Abby!
Sorry.
Isn't it wonderful to sit in comfortable silence
just listening to the sounds of the universe unfolding as it should?
Get fucked, Stevo, you fat whore.
Abby, we just want you to know there are a lot of people
who care about you and want you to feel supported.
No-one was that interested in supporting me
before Dad went missing.
I don't...
It's fine, just forget about it.
You seem very angry, Abby, which is understandable
given all that you're going through.
You have no idea what I'm going through.
Well, I think I have a pretty good idea, actually.
OK, what? Your dad's gone missing as well?
No, but...
... I know what it means to lose someone I love.
I had a Burmese cat go missing.
Gloria. And I'm sure she was stolen for breeding purposes.
It's not the best example.
No, it's really fucking not, is it, Karen?
That's what these sessions are for.
You're not alone.
- Tell me what's happening. - I took your advice, OK?
I told my mum I want to go away,
I want to go somewhere where my missing dad's not going to be
the topic of every single fricking conversation that I have.
I told her my grades, they're good enough to get into
one of those really good schools in Sydney.
- And what did she say? - What do you think she said?
Obviously she said no.
She said I'm all she has now, she can't bear to lose me as well.
Look, it sounds like your mother loves you very much.
If I could just get out of here...
... I might find someone who gets it.
You know, someone I don't have to explain anything to,
and maybe I wouldn't...
... feel so...
There must be people here who understand you.
There were, but they left.
Are we done?
To the rightful return of my sprawling mansion!
Eat shit, Rufus, you dick nose.
Oh, listen, I'm so sorry I can't pay for any of this.
But I'll tell you what, I'll have you over for dinner
when I move back into the mansion.
- You'll be first guest of honour. - How did you lose your job?
Oh, there was a misunderstanding about a missing person.
As your lawyer, I do not want any more information about that.
You're a good person, Hannah.
- No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.
I've been in your waiting room, it smells of despair and excrement.
And you take on every single one of those pathetic losers
and you care about them, for free.
That is a good person.
I had a mentor when I worked in the city, Humphrey.
God, he was brilliant.
He taught me everything I know.
Oh, we fell deeply in love.
Oh, that is so romantic.
It's like the movie Legal Eagles.
- Humphrey was married. - It happens.
- With kids. - Well...
Very young kids. His wife was my best friend.
I say best friend, she was legally my sister.
My parents adopted her when she was seven.
Right. Because she...
Was orphaned.
Humphrey left her to be with me,
but once he was available, I just wasn't that into it.
- Wow. - So I left him.
There was a lot of sympathy for Humphrey,
especially after Vicky tried to kill herself.
Right. Vicky's...
- My sister. - The sister.
I left that law firm under a heavy cloud.
- Because of the affair? - And falsifying documents.
Oh.
When they fired me, Humphrey said
that I was the lowest human he'd ever met.
And he's worked closely with serial killers and violent rapists.
- It had a real impact on me. - Um...
- How long ago was this? - About 18 months.
Jesus!
I decided I had to be a better person,
which is why I quit the chambers and do the work I do.
Well, you've done good work today.
Ah.
It's so great to see the house is being given
to those who merit it the most.
Hell yes.
The poor and the needy and the suffering.
Thank you.
Oh, I wanted to ask you, when do I move back in?
Because I should probably give my landlady some notice.
I was thinking Tuesday?
I'm talking about the orphaned children of Aichi.
What?
This is a chance to do some real good in the world, Sammy.
Helping young orphaned children who have endured egregious suffering,
fleeing an oppressive regime under heavy gunfire.
I don't give a fuck about them! Are you out of your mind?!
I know at this point you may feel that I've stolen your home.
Yes! Because that's exactly what you've done.
But it feels good for me to write some wrongs.
Perhaps there are some things in your past that could be atoned for.
Um, you know that document that I signed back in your office...
I wouldn't worry about that now.
I could murder some peas.
- What does P's stand for? - Peas.
OK. I need to go and have a read of that contract.
Uh, is it legally binding?
- Yes, it's ironclad. - Shit!
I still don't understand why we're talking to Bev.
I'm not entirely sure either. It's just something not right.
- Fuck off, pigs! - Ignore them.
Beverly Spray's the only person we haven't questioned yet,
and her name keeps coming up in connection to Jim and Jean Cooper.
Just something about that family. There's too many red flags.
And as we're officially off the case in three hours,
we may as well interview her.
Oink! Oink! Oink!
- Are they throwing bacon at us? - I believe they are.
Oink! Oink! Oink!
Pigs are very bright animals.
They're actually more trainable than dogs
and have complex social connections.
Here, piggie! Here, piggie!
Yeah, what?
Hello, I'm Detective Fairbank.
And I'm Constable Sutherland, but my sister calls me Mimsie Pop.
- Can we come in and speak to you? - I don't talk to pigs.
Oh, wow.
These people do not like law enforcement officials.
Or pigs.
Look, if this is about a silver trophy
from the Mayfield Ladies Golf Club, I found it!
Bev, we just need a few minutes of your time.
You're not in any trouble. It's about the Terry Harris case.
Do you know if you're having a boy or a girl?
I'm leaving for work in three minutes,
so you need to ask better questions.
OK. How would you describe your relationship with Jean Cooper?
She hates me. Jim's family always thought I was after their house.
- Were you? - Fuck yeah.
Do you still have contact with the Coopers?
Oh, I saw Jean at AA.
She wasn't too happy to see me.
But she gave me money to pay off my gambling debt.
- That was cool. - Why'd she do that?
Dunno. All she wanted in return was for me to fuck right off
and stay away from Jim.
- Have you? - Yeah.
Last time I saw Jim, you know, like, saw him properly,
was ages ago.
Yeah. Like, how long ago?
Well, I can tell you the exact day because my period was due,
and we spent all afternoon, you know...
I remember thinking, "I hope my period's not late,
because figuring out who the father is will be impossible
after the month I've had."
You know, lots of...
Right, uh...
Oh, February 27th.
OK, time's up, piggies. My shift starts in 10.
No, wait. So on the afternoon of Feb 27,
you were with Jim Cooper?
Yes.
All afternoon he was here with you, doing...
Yes, since his skateboard accident,
Jim can maintain an erection for days.
Wait, let me get this straight.
Jim was here and not shooting pigeons?
Mate, the only thing he was shooting was his load. Are we done here?
- Hey, how was school? - Terrible.
Oh, good.
- Did you get a job? - I'm waiting to hear back.
- So you didn't. - Look, it's not easy, OK?
Yes, but if you don't get a job...
Lenny, I'm trying to read.
Our whole future depends on this incredibly important document
that I possibly should have read before I signed.
- "Prior conflicts of interest... " - I'm moving out.
- OK. What? - I'm moving out.
No, you're not, this is your home.
Well, we got an eviction notice, Mum,
so unless you've got a job and can pay the landlord,
then it's not our home.
Honey, I'm going to figure it out, OK?
I just have to check that I haven't accidentally
signed our house away again.
Oh, my God, I can't do this anymore.
Look, I know that none of this is ideal.
You know, your father's death set off a chain of events
that can only be described as disastrous.
But, I mean, this house is all the security we're ever gonna need.
Stop. You're always saying put the past where it belongs, in the past.
Well, the house is gone, it's not a plan.
Yeah, alright. What's YOUR plan? Move out?
Do you have any idea how impossible it is to get a job?
- I got a job. - What? How?
And I'm going to stay with a friend and save enough money
to get back to Australia.
Alright. Now, hang on a second.
My plan, yes, it has its faults. Your plan sucks shit.
I mean, I'll admit I haven't done so well on things
like rent and employment, but in terms of disposing of a dead body
so that you don't go to jail for murder,
I've done a pretty fucking good job.
- I just need to get back there. - Oh, my God.
- Is this about Abby Harris? - I need to see her.
I can't get past this, Mum. She's the only one who might understand.
Alright, just wait. Honey... honey, please.
Look, I can lose everything,
everything, but I can't lose you and Tess.
- Wait, where's Tess? - She'll be back soon.
- Well, where is she? - She asked me not to tell you.
What do you mean, she asked you not... Where is she?
What the hell is that?!
It's just a nose stud, God!
Take that out right now.
And if you think you're getting out of here,
you're gonna have to get past me first.
- Where are you going? - I'm going back to Australia.
- No, he's not. - Then I'm going with him.
How many times do I have to say this?
We are not going back to Australia!
Don't you dare.
Hello?
Yes, I am she.
Mm-hm.
I see.
And is this optional?
It's not.
OK, thank you. Bye.
We're going back to Australia.
- Hmm, doesn't look very natural. - It's not meant to.
It's meant to look presidential but approachable.
Oh, why don't you just get a professional photographer?
Because I told you, they make me nervous OK?
- And I always end up looking stupid. - You currently look stupid!
Look, just take the photograph.
I know exactly how I want this poster to look good.
OK.
Oh, I don't even know what you're doing now.
Why are your legs spread so wide?
Ooh. What's all this?
These are my new campaign shoot.
I need to rethink the way I'm coming across.
Oh, I don't know.
I think you might be doing something right.
Look at that!
When you get re-elected, you owe me big-time.
This is... it's brilliant.
See that massive bar? That's me.
Brilliant.
So I thought you might like to comment on your significant gains,
you know, because we can do another piece later in the week,
a little victory lap.
The surge of support ahead of the election is multifactorial.
That people recognise that I'm passionate
about building a brighter future for Newcastle.
Also, the other candidate's embroiled in a paedophile scandal.
As I said, multifactorial.
It's going to be even worse for him when people find out
about his drug trafficking.
How do you know about that?
Oh, my boyfriend's a very powerful policeman,
tells me a lot of secret stuff he really shouldn't.
Oh.
Is that so?
Yeah, because he trusts me, and I... I have the maturity
to respect that bond of trust.
So is your boyfriend involved in the Terry Harris investigation?
Because I would love to know the latest on that fiasco.
- Well, it is not a fiasco. - Oh, please.
My sources tell me they haven't got
the slightest clue what happened to him.
Ooh, check out Woodward and Bernstein with her sources.
Oh, come on, back to my victory lap.
I've also heard they're going to close the case
because Fairbank's investigation has produced absolutely nothing.
Oh, yeah? Well, then, why are they going to fly Sammy back?
Because everyone's stories don't add up.
You're not going to write about that, are you?
So, about my victory lap, why don't I take you out for lunch?
No. I've got to get back to the office.
So good luck with the...
So... when's Sammy coming back?
Yeah.
I guess you have to keep it secret that they're flying her back
because she lived next door to Terry.
No, it's because Jim wasn't shooting pigeons
on the day Terry went missing, he was with Bev.
So Fairbank wants to know who did shoot the gun that afternoon.
Shit bags! I've done it again, haven't I?
Oh, fuck! Ah!
Oh, the big one. Oh!
Why are we meeting Chris here? It's a stupid place to meet him.
We should be meeting in a secret destination like an abandoned mine
or shipping container.
'Cause this is where he said to meet.
Oh, I used to go fishing here with Dad.
Do you remember Cathy Pascal?
Cathy? What, like, ages ago?
Yeah, she was a friend of ours.
Yeah, she was really nice, and she had amazing boobs.
I recognised that quality even as a very young lad.
She'd always give me chocolate ice-cream when we visited her.
Yeah? I don't remember that.
Yeah, and she'd give me extra chocolate sprinkles
if I would stay in the lounge room while Dad was fixing things.
Who else was in the lounge room?
Well, no-one.
You guys always had to fix things at the other end of the house.
Don't you remember this?
Nup, I don't think I was there.
Oi, that's the little slit we go in.
Psst!
Finally!
Well, why are we meeting in a mountain?
Because we can't be seen together, idiots.
That's why I chose this secluded cave
where no-one, absolutely no-one will see us.
Oi! Get the fuck out of here!
Fucking idiots, fuck off!
OK, we've got a problem, alright?
That cop Fairbank,
he knows Jim was at Bev's house at the time the gun went off.
- He interviewed Bev. - Shit!
Mum, that's why they're bringing Sammy back.
- Yeah, oh, shit! - Why are you so angry at me, mate?
'Cause I've got an election to win
and I don't need to get dragged into your family's fucking problems!
Alright. That's actually a legitimate grievance.
No, no, this is my fault.
Fairbank has been trailing me
and he knew I paid off Bev's gambling debts.
- Fuck! - OK, look,
you need to work on her before they interview her again.
Jim, talk to her, OK?
Make her unsure about the time frame.
No, he can't do that. She's a con artist.
- It's true, she really is. - Jim's no match for her.
- I am at arm wrestling. - No.
If Bev gets the slightest hint of what's at stake here,
she will turn this around.
She'll blackmail the lot of us.
Look, we need to sort out Bev, OK?
Either way, Jim has to have been at home
at the time of the gunshot, right?
If that falls apart, everyone's story falls apart.
And I cannot go to jail, alright? I'll just say that now.
With a face like this, they'll be fighting to get my mouth pregnant.
No-one is going to jail. We will sort Bev out.
OK, if we need to speak to you,
we will ring your office and tell them, well,
we're calling about pool filters.
That's code for meeting here.
Oh, nice one. Jean le fucking Carrier.
Alright, Chris-os, we will see you
next time the pool filters need changing.
I was just using your code. We don't have a pool.
OK, look, I think we've got enough time to sort this out
before Sammy arrives.
Fuck!
How many chances have I given you today?
- I didn't even touch her! - Stop playing rough.
Yeah, OK, OK, what's going on?
Your star player needs reminding that this is touch football. Touch.
Look what she's done to Amanda.
OK, come on, it's probably just...
Oh, Christ. Are you OK, Amanda?
No, she tried to break my fucking ankle.
- Oh, piss off. - Alright.
- Abby. - I'm going home.
- We're playing touch football. - Yeah, I did fucking touch her!
- Just very hard, is all. - Why are you so angry?
Because I hate this... game! I hate this town!
I just want to get away, OK?
I just want to get away.
Then keep doing what you're doing,
working hard, improving your grades, yeah?
Before you know it, you'll have grown up, you can get out of here.
You keep this shit up,
you too can be teaching PE at a school you flunked out of.
And you'll probably have to marry Trish.
These years are so important.
Don't fuck them up like I did.
I can't leave, alright?
- I'm all my mum has. - I understand, Abby.
No-one does. That's the point.
Why did the Coopers have to go?
Yeah.
- What are you doing here? - Doesn't Sammy look nice?
She usually looks very slutty.
When Daniel first brought you home,
I thought if that yellow dress was any shorter...
Oh, yeah, I remember that dress.
You finished school,
you're off on an adventure to England.
You might marry an Englishman.
You might even have English children,
live in a big English house, a real lady.
Yeah, I might.
Good for you, Sammy.
No matter what people say about your folks,
I always say you and that boy Jim are good kids.
I thought you'd gone.
Yeah, we're going now.
I didn't say goodbye to you very well yesterday.
- It doesn't matter. - It doesn't matter.
I had this big speech prepared...
- ... and Trish was here. - She still is.
- Oh, God. - Look, I get it.
- You have to go. - No, you don't.
- Something's happened. - No, I know. I know. I understand.
- It's OK. - You don't understand.
- Sammy.
You don't want me.
So I don't know what to say to you.
I mean, do you want a big scene
before you leave, you want to see me upset?
Is that the little bit that you missed last time you left?
- No. - Another 20 years ago will go by.
By the time you come back then, I'll probably be like Mum.
Won't know what fucking year it is.
Dan, this is the last time I'm ever going to see you.
- What? - That's why I'm here.
It was different last time I left. I always knew I'd see you again.
Sammy.
What's going on? Has something happened?
- It's so bad. - Tell me.
Tell me anything, you know that.
What's prison like?
Depends what you're in for.
Sammy... what have you done?
God, I hate Amanda.
Everyone hates Amanda.
Just get back out on the field, take out her other leg if you have to.
For God's sake, don't quit the game.
Yeah?
- Yeah. - Good on ya.
Hey, Abby... Abby... You're quitting again.
Quitters never...
- Hello? - Yeah, hello, Cathy.
Yeah, hi, Cathy. It's Jean Cooper.
Yeah, hi. Hello.
Yeah, has been a long time, hasn't it?
He's gone for a surf, but he'll be back.
There's some leftovers in the fridge.
Meant to rain on Sunday.
What's she saying?
Oh, it's just sentences.
She's like a mix tape of everything she's ever seen or heard.
You know, it comes and goes.
There you go, Mrs Atkins.
A bit of face paint makes a girl feel special, doesn't it?
- What do you think, Dan? - Looks good, Mum.
You look beautiful!
Thank you!
Sammy's done a lovely job.
No, I'm Trish. Trish.
No, Sammy's going back to live in London.
I think she might be back.
Well, I saw her kids at footy this arvo.
- Oh, that's nice. - Oh, that's nice.
Why is she back?
I don't know, and I don't care either.
Are you going to see her?
Well, I might bump into her sometime, I don't know.
Where are you going?
I'm going out for a fag, OK?
There's nothing there anymore, I promise.
Trish?!
I don't know why you're so angry at me for her coming back.
It's not... I didn't do anything.
Hey!
"What's prison like?"
"Depends what you're in for.
Sammy, what have you done?"
"It's a terrible thing, the worst thing.
I'm so scared.
Lenny's just a boy."
"So where is Terry?"
"I think I've taken care of him.
No-one will ever find the body."
Firstly, I'd like to thank you for cooperating with the witness summons.
My pleasure. Also, apparently, I'm legally required, so...
Well, we appreciate you returning from London
to assist with the investigation.
It's really nice to be home, actually.
You know, you look really familiar. Did you go to St Stephen's?
- Because my brother was... - I'm from Melbourne.
It's just you look a lot like one of the Griffiths boys, the oldest.
This is not relevant to what we're here to discuss.
Just making chitchat.
Well, don't.
You're a witness in a missing persons case,
not a guest on a, uh...
- Yacht? - ... the Phil Donahue Show.
- Thank you for doing this. - I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it because I need it to be done properly
and I don't trust you with the task.
I appreciate that.
Bev's just one of those women, you know,
no matter what I do, no matter how much I prepare myself,
she got me on my knees.
- It's utterly pathetic. - I know, right?
It's like watching you with my sister.
That's because Sammy's a stuck-up little bitch.
Now, remember, you're going to tell Bev
that you need her to change her story.
Yeah, I know.
The police must think you weren't at her house that afternoon.
- They have to think you were at home. - Yeah, I got it, alright?
I'm not stupid.
And the reason you're going to give her is that you were granted
exemption from a court appearance on the grounds of...
Essential work.
Alright, then bore her on the details.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here she comes.
You left for London on February 28, is that correct?
Oh, gosh, let me think. Uh...
Yep, yep, yep, that's right. Yeah, yeah.
Terry Harris was last seen on February 27.
Mm.
Now, can you tell me everything you remember about that day?
Um... I think I was just getting ready to leave.
What else? Oh, I made a big, weird speech at work
where I told everyone to go and fuck themselves.
That did not go down well.
Shit, sorry. I didn't know this room was being used.
- Oh, Mr Gillespie? - Yeah.
I think your son went to school with my brother.
You got a boy called Neil Gillespie.
- Do you remember Jim Cooper? - Yeah.
Why, Sammy Cooper?
Well, well. I've known her since she was knee-high to a cricket.
That is just brilliant.
If you could close the door on your way out, please.
Do you know, I think I went to a party at your house
when I was about 16 years old.
Did you live up on King Edward Park?
No, no, that's my brother Chris. Owns the oyster farm.
- Right. - Anyway, I'll leave you to it.
OK, so that would have been Tammy Gillespie's party.
She's as pregnant as Elisabeth Shue at the end of Cocktail.
- Jim, concentrate! - OK.
She'll probably blackmail you. You got the envelope?
Roger that.
OK, you give her the cash, she agrees to change her story,
everyone gets what they want.
I know how to deal with people like this.
- Me too. - OK, you good?
- Yeah, I'm good. - You sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm good. Come on.
Fucking idiot.
What the...
Ooh!
- So how did it go? - Oh, really well.
- Well, did she agree? - No.
Shit!
She said that my story doesn't make any sense
because shooting pigeons isn't essential work.
She's going to get to the bottom of it.
- Well, give me my 500 bucks back. - It's gone now.
Oh, she's a fucking nightmare!
I know.
- That would make Tammy your niece. - Tammy is my niece! That's right.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, she was a real party girl back in the day.
- Mate, noting's changed. - I bet!
This is the most unprofessional atmosphere I have ever worked in!
I guess this isn't how they do things down in Melbourne.
If you both finished, I would like to get back to questioning...
- Mr Gillespie... - Mr Gillespie is my dad.
You can call me to Tim.
Tim, does a guy called, uh... Ken Collins still work here?
My dad used to go out fishing on his boat.
- He does. Hey, Ken! - Oh, come on.
Ken! Frank's kid's here. He will be thrilled to see you.
He still talks about your dad.
Oh, that can't be little Sammy.
Oh, this is beyond a joke!
Oh, your dad used to tell a great joke
about an Irishman, a Scotsman and a dago.
Oh, you should tell it now, but don't use that word.
There's an Irishman, a Scotsman and a dago...
Ken! Go on.
And they all stumble into a synagogue on St Patrick's Day.
Brilliant! I bet the Irishman had had a couple.
Hey!
I am interviewing a witness in a missing persons case.
Now take your small-town bonhomie and get out!
Ooh, la, la.
Bonhomie.
Close the door!
Now, you are going to quit messing around
and you are going to answer my questions.
Comprende?
Si.
Looks to me like you're in seven different shades of shit.
These people are very clever.
- You know what? - You're clever-er-er?
- Cathy. - Jean.
were you fucking my husband?
A bloke called Don Johnson just rang.
Says your pool filters are ready for collection.
- It's over. - Yeah, well, fuck you!
I never loved you anyway, you useless piece of shit!
I know people. They deal with problems like this.
It's coming. It's coming!
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