Yeah, I know.
I know it's a gay club, but there's some really hot guys that go there.
No, he's not gay.
That's the point. Franco is...
Ahh!
Ohh...
Stop pouting! You enjoyed it.
Lorraine, you're gonna go home and you're gonna sleep till 11:00
and then you're gonna wake up
and call one of your friends and have brunch.
And tell her what a stud you are.
I have to be at my desk in two hours.
Alright, Lorraine, you can't keep turning up here half-pissed
in the middle of the night, demanding sex.
Demanding?
I'll remind you of that next time you're standing to attention.
Joyner. Here he is.
I'm guessing this isn't really what it looks like.
Coffee?
I hope you wouldn't get me out of bed at dawn for a car accident.
We don't know what it is yet.
I'm off the sugar.
Thank you.
So, what happened?
She was northbound in the left lane.
The accident guy said "he landed",
which means he jumped or someone helped him.
Yeah?
Yeah, I've had a look on both sides of the bridge -
there's no signs of anything.
No notes - nothing.
Look, he may have been mugged and then thrown over.
I'll keep looking around. Righto.
Nothing on the bridge.
Here you go.
Melinda Cosgrove.
19 years old.
Poor kid. She wouldn't have known what hit her.
This was in his pocket.
He wasn't mugged - there's gotta be 250 bucks in here.
Brilliant.
What?
Does Charles Zawalski ring any bells?
The journalist? You're kidding!
I'd hate to be the one telling that wife of his.
You ever met her? Petra Milde?
No. Total bitch.
Hmm.
Someone'll come and get you. You'll have to sign in.
Thank you.
So, how do you think she'll take it?
Sean, tell the floor I'll be a while.
I can finish myself.
Petra, are you sure? Someone could sit in for you.
I saw that.
I will cry.
I live my life in public. I deal with it in private.
Do you know who killed my husband?
We're not sure anyone did yet, Ms Milde.
It may have been an accident, an assault
or there is the possibility of suicide.
No, not Charles. He enjoyed himself far too much.
Nevertheless, it is one of the things we have to rule out.
Consider it ruled out, then.
My husband would not kill himself.
In that case, can you think of anyone
who may have had a grudge against Mr Zawalski?
I'll have Sean draw up a list.
My husband has many enemies. He's a journalist, for Godsakes.
He believes in telling the truth, whatever the consequences.
Can you tell us when you last saw your husband, Ms Milde?
About 7:00 yesterday evening.
I helped tie his bow tie.
He was off to a cricket-team reunion.
His old university eleven.
And he was in a perfectly cheerful frame of mind.
It's Sparksey's wife! He's still in recovery!
I can't help it.
She comes around and she wakes me up,
and then she shags me till she's had enough,
and then she gets dressed and buggers off.
Karma! Mate, I love it!
It's not funny, Matthew! She is killing me!
She bites! Look.
I guess you guys don't think it was an accident.
Who's this? Josh Braddock, Sarge.
He, uh... he organised the reunion, Sarge.
So how was he after the reunion?
He was quite jolly, actually.
So, Mr Zawalski was inebriated too?
Yeah. Well, I guess.
It's terrible.
And this was the reunion of your team, right?
That's right, the university eleven. I organise it every year.
So, you and Charles were close? No, not really.
In fact, quite the opposite.
He wasn't much liked.
Why not?
Well, he never missed a reunion.
He wasn't really even in the team. He was the scorer.
He always had a bit of a weight problem.
He got teased a bit.
So why did he go to the reunions?
I don't know. They're fun, I guess.
So did you see him leave? Yes.
In fact, I could probably save you guys some time.
After the reunion, a few of us went back to the hotel.
A few of you?
Myself, Charles... uh, a couple of work colleagues.
So, if you don't like Zawalski,
why did you take him with you to party on?
Well, it was my idea.
I've always felt bad about they way we treated him at uni,
and there he was, after all this time,
still hanging in there, you know?
And I thought, well, this time, why not reciprocate?
So, who were these others?
See, the thing is, um, we work for Norotex - the merchant bank -
and even a hint of a scandal could cost us our jobs.
What's your point?
I'm asking for a bit of discretion.
We're all team leaders, about to get our annual bonus.
They call it Envelope Day.
And we're talking a lot of money here.
Discretion shouldn't be a problem, Mr Braddock,
but we still need those names.
You can start with who went back to the hotel.
OK, um, Paul Gee and, uh, Jeremy.
Jeremy Sands.
Yes, I hire a hotel suite every year.
After the restaurant, we go back there and party.
It's not illegal. No-one's saying it is.
What we want to know is what happened after that.
Were you with Charles Zawalski when he left the hotel, Mr Sands?
All three of us were.
We all quit together outside the hotel.
And what time was this?
Uh, around 4:00.
Charles went in one direction and we went in the other.
When you say "we', who do you mean?
Me, Josh and Paul. Look, this is really worrying.
I've gotta get back to my job...
Yes, we've heard about Envelope Day, Mr Sands.
Is that why you wanted to meet us here, Jeremy?
Look, there's a lot at stake.
Surely it could've been an accident
or, I don't know, suicide.
Well, you'd better hope so.
If he was pushed or thrown off that footbridge,
then that'd be murder AND manslaughter.
A motorist was killed by the falling body, Mr Sands -
a young girl.
Oh, God.
Now, where can we find this Paul Gee?
Chardonnay? No, thanks.
Shall we call you Paul?
Mr Gee, Paul, whatever.
As long as it's not Whiz.
Gee Whiz. It was a standing joke at uni.
Hilarious.
And what was Charles Zawalski called?
Albert, after Fat Albert. Bill Cosby, you know?
It suited him.
You didn't like him? Not at uni, not since.
Can we move this along? I've got a client arriving shortly.
Business lunch, is it?
Meal and deal.
When did you last see Charles Zawalski?
Outside the hotel.
He went off to get a cab.
Me, Josh and Jeremy went our own ways.
Cabs too? Cars.
Which was stupid 'cause we'd been drinking.
Those RBT pricks always target the flash cars,
and I drive a Porsche.
So, Braddock, Gee and Sands were the last to see Zawalski?
"I drive a Porsche."
I hate these flash money-market types.
We work our arses off for nothing,
and they sit around doing bugger-all, driving around in their Porsches.
Given that opinion, I'm sure
you will be happy to do thorough background checks
on all of these people, right?
It's happening, Sarge. We're working with the cab companies.
And we've put in a request
for the CCTV footage from the hotel foyer -
check their story.
Mmm. Any credible motives surfaced?
Have you read his column, Sarge?
There'd be people lining up to chuck him off a bridge.
One thing we can't work out -
if he was walking off the booze after the hotel,
it's not exactly a logical route.
His home's in the opposite direction.
He was probably too pissed to know where he was.
A journalist's motto - "I drink, therefore I am."
What is your problem with this guy? Nothing.
It's just... he was a right-wing prick.
At this stage, it's wide open.
OK. Let's call it a day.
We'll pick it up tomorrow.
See you, Sarge.
Who's there?
Is someone there?
What?!
Fluffy, you little bastard!
Do you know how much that vase was worth?
Oh...
The, uh, stiff's name came up
as a person of interest under your registered number.
I thought I'd better call you. Yeah, thanks. Thanks, Mick.
Is that your Jeremy Sands?
Yeah. That's him. More or less.
We thought you should know the autopsy results
have established your husband was already dead
when he was thrown from the overpass.
So suicide's off the agenda, is it?
Do you have any idea who did it? At this stage, no.
We're checking the taxi companies
and doing a doorknock of nearby houses.
Charles embarrassed a lot of people. He made a lot of enemies.
Ms Milde, if you know anything about anyone
who might be involved in your husband's murder,
we'll certainly investigate.
And if I did, I'd certainly tell you.
Sorry, I'm gonna have to take this one.
Sean, I said no interruptions.
What is it, Simon?
Jeremy Sands has had his head bashed in. He's dead.
There could be a connection, or it could just be a burglary gone wrong.
Thank you for the information. I appreciate it.
Enlighten me, Superintendent.
How is it that despite all your resources,
I learn about the death of one of Charles's friends before you do?
I've just heard...
I know what you've just heard, Stanley.
She's just been rubbing my nose in it.
Get this sorted out - the sooner the better.
Could just be coincidence.
Unless we're working on the theory
that someone out there's knocking off the members
of the university cricket team.
Maybe you could share your humour with the Superintendent, Duncan.
She's in need of a good laugh.
There was nothing at Sands's house
to suggest it could be anything but a burglary gone wrong.
Everyone from the reunion is accounted for,
except for Josh Braddock and Paul Gee.
Neither of them turned up for work today,
and they're not at home either - no-one knows where they are.
No. Put wanted flags on the system for both of them and their cars.
And get the local patrols to keep an eye on their homes.
It's already done, Sarge.
Senior Sergeant,
I've got a Melinda Cosgrove's parents out here.
Melinda Cosgrove?
The girl who was driving the car when your victim took his swan dive.
Ah. Probably wondering how the investigation's going.
I know exactly how they feel.
Whoever did the death message, go and speak to them, please.
Someone did do the death knock?
Mr and Mrs Cosgrove, this is Detective Senior Sergeant Wolfe.
We've been looking for our daughter. They said to come here.
What's going on?
Look, if you care to come to my office. Thank you.
This is terrible.
I thought the Divisional D was doing it.
Same here.
Goodnight, guys.
You have eight new messages.
Since you've asked to be given prior notice. It's me. Lorraine.
I'm on my w ay over. We need to talk.
Mmm. Thanks, Mum.
Are you staying over again tonight?
I'm here now. Might as well.
I'll make up the bed. Again.
Thanks, Mum.
Third time in two weeks you've crashed here.
Miss us, do you? Oh, come on, tell us.
You're hiding from someone. Some woman, you mean.
Hey, how's that partner of yours? Duncan?
Lonely. He split up with his fiancée.
His suits aren't so well pressed now.
Well, I could press them for him.
Before I could consider you and Duncan together,
I'd first have to tie him up
and emasculate him with a whipper snipper.
She's not interested in him like that.
Oh, good.
She's interested in his girlfriend.
Is there something you wanna tell me, little sis?
She's a fashion buyer. I'm just so sick of being in sales.
I know more about clothes than half the buyers in the store.
Told you, they split up. It's bad luck.
Turn this up - it's one of our homicides.
Don't change the subject.
I'm not, I'm not. We're investigating his murder.
Like many reporters. My husband trod on toes.
The snail's pace of the investigation into his death
may seem to indicate that some of those toes
are wearing police-issue boots.
It's a well-known fact. For instance. That my husband had personal issues
with one of the detectives investigating his death.
Detective Senior Constable Simon Joyner
assaulted my husband at his newspaper offices two years ago
after he published an article about this woman -
the detective's younger sister. A thief-
arrested for shoplifting.
Caroline Joyner w as a...
Caroline!
We got blindsided, Wolfe! And now we all look like idiots.
Detective Joyner admitted to punching Zawalski, sir.
But it happened two and a half years ago.
He wasn't even in the Homicide squad.
And that makes a difference because?
Personally, I think he had every right to take exception.
The man published a half-page picture
of a 16-year-old girl charged with a minor offence.
Oh, hang on. I'm missing something here, am I?
Joyner wasn't a police officer at the time?
Oh. He was what, a bouncer? A boxer?
A bloody standover man? What?
He was a bloody police officer!
And he won't be one for much longer if I have anything to do with it.
I think the association might have a few things to say about that, sir,
with all due respect.
You wanna show me some respect, Wolfe?
Stop playing the party card
and get your junior "Wild Bunch' out there doing their jobs.
I want Charles Zawalski's murderer caught and locked up,
or that media witch is gonna make our lives a misery.
Now, bugger off out of here so I don't have to embarrass Bernice
by reaming her out in front of a subordinate.
He's right about the association, Bill.
They'd be all over you like a rash. I'll buy some liniment.
It's all history!
He didn't even press charges after I thumped him
'cause he knew he'd overstepped the mark.
A crappy little blouse. That's all she took, you know.
A 16-year-old girl makes a mistake.
What kind of person publishes a photo like that?
He's no white-knight crusading reporter.
The guy's a prick! A dead one.
I don't like being blindsided, Simon.
You can leave this investigation to the others for now.
And do what, Sarge? Corro.
Hmm. Desk work. Till it goes away.
Sarge!
Anything on Gee and Braddock?
No, nothing, Sarge.
We've rang every car hire, called all their families...
Sorry to interrupt. Some good news, this time.
Well, well, well.
You look a little agitated, Mr Braddock.
Look, I'm scared.
I know I lied. I'm sorry. It's only because...
Look, I went to Jeremy's this morning to talk about everything,
tell him we should come clean.
And, uh, I saw all the forensic people everywhere.
He's dead, isn't he? Jeremy?
He was found this morning - he'd been attacked. He is dead.
Is there something you could tell us about that?
OK. After the reunion, we went back to the hotel suite.
Zawalski, Jeremy Sands, Paul Gee and yourself?
That's right.
I was lying on the bed.
I was pretty drunk, but I saw Paul follow Charles into the bathroom.
I can't say how much later, but I saw Paul come out -
oh, he was white as a sheet.
He said, "Charles has been hurt."
So... we go into the bathroom.
Charles has hit his head on the side of the bath.
There's blood... He's dead.
He's actually dead!
Go on, Mr Braddock.
Where you going? Get Crime Scene to the hotel suite.
Hopefully the cleaners missed something.
Good luck with that.
So, what did you do next? What happened?
Well, the plan was, um, get him through the foyer,
prop him up like he's drunk, put him in the back of Jeremy's car,
take him out and dump him.
But I couldn't do it. I chickened out.
Well, there was too much at stake. I just couldn't do it.
What do you mean, too much at stake?
Share entitlements, cash payouts.
You run a section, you do well, you're talking big money.
Always comes down to the same bloody thing - the moolah.
Simon, what are you doing?
You know you're not meant to be in here.
So, Mr Braddock.
Apart from losing your money, what else are you scared of?
I went to Paul's house this morning before I went to Jeremy's.
Paul's gone. I couldn't raise him on his mobile.
Then when I went to Jeremy's, I saw all those forensics everywhere,
I started thinking - what if it wasn't an accident in the bathroom?
What if Paul and Charles had a fight?
Paul's a fierce competitor.
I think Paul killed Jeremy, and...
...I'm scared that I'll be next.
Uniforms are gonna do hourly checks on him,
after they've dropped him home.
We do not want another body in the morgue, do we?
How'd you go at the hotel?
Yeah, well, the cleaners had been through, Duncan.
But the Crime Scene guys still found traces of blood
in the hotel suite's bathroom.
It's being analysed.
What about the CCTV footage from the foyer?
Yeah, it checks out. Two men supporting a drunk guy.
It's being enhanced, but it's already pretty clear -
Paul Gee and Jeremy Sands, with Zawalski.
Mmm. So, his story checks out.
Any news on Gee? No, Sarge.
He's probably already in the Bahamas, with his envelope.
When is he gonna be back? He could be an hour or two.
I've rung him three times already. I understand, Mr Cosgrove.
Are you Sergeant Wolfe's detectives? Mr Cosgrove, isn't it?
Are you even interested in what happened to my girl?
All I see on TV is stuff about this Zawalski character.
What is it? Melinda's not worth the attention?
All you're interested in is chasing headlines.
That's not true, sir.
We find whoever killed Zawalski,
we find the person responsible for the death of your daughter.
It's that simple.
I just want a face to put to what happened.
Something to hate.
We have three possible suspects. One of them's dead.
Yeah, saw that on the news.
So one of the others did it, did they?
We don't know. But we're gonna find out.
So, perhaps you should go home, sir, and trust us to do that.
OK?
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
Celia! What are you doing here?
Haven't you got my messages? It's Caroline.
She's been sacked from her job. What?
They can't do that. They fired her.
They said they didn't need that kind of publicity.
Well, can't Robert do something? He's a lawyer.
What? You want my husband to fix up your mess?!
YOU fix it up, Simon.
What's the point of being a copper if you can't fix these things up?
There's nothing I can do! I've got enough on my plate!
And not just at work.
Yeah, I thought as much.
Why are you spending so much time over at Mum's?
No, come on, Si. What is going on?
You have 12 new messages.
It's me. Again.
Will you please answer my messages? We really need to talk.
Sarge? Simon.
Am I still on corro? Mm-hm.
Over something that happened two and a half years ago?
That is correct.
You know, I think that's almost as unfair
as my little sister getting the sack 'cause all this crap got dredged up.
I tell you, if Zawalski was still alive,
I would happily give him another thump.
Mmm. She got sacked?
That wanted flag paid off.
Gee Whiz has been picked up at the bus depot.
Stanley, you ready?
Ah, ma'am, that meeting with Petra Milde...
Don't even think about trying to get out of it.
Mulholland said I have to go. That means you as well.
I wonder if we can put it off for a while?
Why? It's like going to the dentist. Get it over with.
Paul Gee has been located. Oh.
You think you can get a confession out of him?
Given the time, yes, I can.
Change the appointment.
I'd prefer to go there with it solved.
See if she puts that on her pathetic program.
Couldn't afford a plane ticket, Paul? I thought you guys were millionaires.
Look, I was just trying to get back to Sydney incognito, OK?
Actually, mate, that's called "doing a runner'.
What happened?
After you beat Sands to death,
you couldn't find Josh Braddock to do him as well?
So you decided to make a run for it?
What?
Jeremy's dead too?
Don't look so surprised, Paul.
Josh Braddock told us what happened in that hotel.
Everything. Now we wanna hear it from your mouth.
I don't know exactly what happened.
It started in the bathroom.
Yes, between you and Zawalski.
No, between Zawalski and Josh.
That's not what Josh told us. Well, it's true!
It wasn't me!
Josh must've done it.
He killed Jeremy, just like he killed Charles.
Two suspects?
Mmm. Both telling the same story about each other.
And you delayed our meeting in order to tell me this?
Wouldn't your time be better spent
trying to figure out which one's lying?
Perhaps it would help if we had a better understanding
of your husband's reasons for going on to the hotel after the reunion.
I don't know why he went.
What do you know, Ms Milde?
Surely you and your husband talked.
He said there was a story - something he was investigating.
He had the goods on someone there, he said.
What was the story?
Charles liked to keep things to himself.
But...... all that grief they gave him over the years,
I think he was planning on enjoying the reunion even more than usual.
Get his own back.
And you didn't think to tell us this before?
I don't care for you tone, Superintendent.
It's your job to find my husband's killer, not mine.
I'll tell you why she didn't mention the story before.
She was protecting her own story opportunity.
What? Off the back of her dead husband?
Yeah, I wouldn't put it past her. You're right.
Well, according to the gossip magazines, if they're true,
it was a poisonous marriage.
So, all we have to do is find out what Zawalski's hot story was,
who's involved, and we'll know who's lying.
In the meantime, I'm gonna have to let them go.
They're both claiming to be innocent. I can't prove otherwise.
Superint...
Have you seen this nonsense?! What nonsense would that be, Bill?
That media cow previewing her next special on her toy boy bloody...
Oh, switch the bloody box on!
A news review ex clusive.
We reveal murdered journalist Charles Z aw alski
w as investigating the mystery fire that destroyed these heritage homes.
Tonight we have footage of that blaze.
I'll also be asking the obvious question -
how is it possible for this program to uncover the facts
when the police are apparently completely unable to do so?
Who does she think she is? Does she think she's above the law?
We need to get hold of Zawalski's computer.
Well, I'll give you three guesses where that is,
and you'll only need one.
You can't take that!
Using it, were you? It's my husband's personal property.
It's evidence. Read the warrant.
Tell Superintendent Waverley I'll be dropping by in the morning.
With my lawyers.
Let's get right to the point. Good.
Economy of style. We like that.
James?
This meeting is being recorded for legal purposes.
Your lawyers will be furnished with a DVD of proceedings
at the conclusion of the meeting.
I will not be intimidated into silence.
The public have a right to know.
So do we, Ms Milde.
And right now, I could charge you with withhold information,
obstruct justice and reckless endangerment.
What reckless endangerment?
We have a copy of a press release that we'll issue immediately
unless you tell us everything you know
about your husband's so-called story now.
I told everything I know last night, on national television.
Having told us you had no idea about what your husband's story was about.
Precisely.
We were putting together the story at the time.
Rubbish.
We know how journalism works, Ms Milde.
We deal with you people all the time.
I'm sure, for instance, that your rivals
would pounce on that press release.
They love it when the opposition's credibility and integrity
is called into question.
Quite properly in this case.
You were about to ask, what reckless endangerment?
Simple.
You put someone's life in danger with last night's broadcast.
Now, that IS rubbish!
Is it?
A row of houses in Kew were bought by a shelf company.
However, due diligence was not performed,
and when it was revealed that those houses were heritage-listed,
the plans to build apartment towers had to be put on hold.
Fair summary of my report. Some of it.
According to the notes on your husband's computer,
he'd discovered that the shelf company was a front.
Mmm. Linked by nefarious means to a certain merchant bank.
And the person who screwed up the development deal
was then a junior at that bank.
And still works there today. I said all this last night.
Your husband doesn't name the bank.
As you know, having taken his computer.
We seized evidence.
We can all work out the name of the bank anyway, can't we?
Norotex.
You didn't dare say that on air, did you?
Now, that would've been stupid.
Almost as stupid as the unnamed employee
who tried to cover his lack of diligence
by paying an arsonist to destroy the houses
so the development plans could go ahead.
Which it did.
So, the only remaining link between our bungling banker
and his bosses at Norotex is the arsonist.
Logically.
Last night you said, and I quote,
"We believe we know..."
"We believe we know who the arsonist is,
"and we'll soon be putting together the final pieces
"of the jigsaw of money and murder -
"a jigsaw which led to the death of my husband, Charles Zawalski."
Not a teleprompter in sight.
The arsonist's identity isn't on your husband's computer.
But you claimed on air to know who it is.
Yes, I did.
Tell us who it is, then,
or I will have you arrested for withholding information.
You can't because I'm not withholding any information.
Do you honestly believe I know who the arsonist is?
It was a ploy to smoke him out.
No pun intended.
And that is reckless endangerment.
You've set this person up as a sacrificial lamb,
hoping your husband's murderer will go after him.
You're lucky I don't charge you regardless.
This meeting is terminated.
And now that we're off the record,
pull your head in, Petra.
Let us do our job.
For God's sake, Sean, don't fuss.
Ah, Ms Milde, I was wondering if I could have a word.
In, um... in private.
I wanted to ask a favour.
I wonder if you'd be able to use your influence
to address the problems that Caroline Joyner is having at the moment.
Caroline Joyner? Never heard of her.
She's the sister of one of my team.
Oh, yes. The thief.
Since her face was plastered all over the television,
she's been fired from her job.
I was hoping you might be able to use your position to... help her out.
Frosty day in hell, Wolfe.
It doesn't have to be broadcast, alright?
I was thinking more a discreet phone call to her employer.
Ms Milde, your husband was always very critical of the police,
and in many ways his criticisms were valid.
This place is rife with politics, rorts and press leaks.
That's the thing I hate the most - press leaks.
Coast all clear? Mmm.
Well, we can only hope she's done us a favour with her sacrificial lamb.
If Gee and Braddock go after the arsonist, we'll be there.
We've already got them under surveillance.
I'd expect nothing less.
Yeah.
Yeah, OK, mate. I'll talk to you later.
Duncan's guy's having lunch.
What about your guy? Coffee.
How'd the meeting go? Waverley nailed her.
Beautiful to watch.
Well, he's on the move.
So are we.
Thanks.
Can you call Senior Sergeant Wolfe and give him all this information too?
Ta.
The business belongs to a Victor Bingley.
He's got priors for a range of different stuff,
you know, dating back to the '60s.
Spent some time inside. He's been clean since '93.
When the houses burnt down. Yeah.
OK. Here we go, here we go.
Police! Stop right there!
Drop your weapon!
On your knees!
Down on the ground!
All the way down! All the way down!
You won't be able to talk your way out of this, Braddock.
Vic Bingley's done an immunity deal in exchange for which
he's told us it was you who paid him to burn down the houses in '93.
Nice fee.
Enabled him to go straight, buy his little business.
If you guys are recording, it's all inadmissible,
as my lawyer will no doubt point out when she gets here.
She's the best.
Yesterday was Envelope Day, and I'm $4 million richer.
You don't have to say anything.
We're just chatting while we wait for your highly-paid mouthpiece.
Still, it was a very good idea
keeping track of Bingley all those years.
Insurance. Mmm.
Yeah, you must've felt pretty secure,
until Zawalski found out about your dirty little secret.
What happened? He couldn't help himself?
Told you what he was gonna do, then confronted you with it in that bathroom?
He wanted you to beg him not to run the story.
He would've enjoyed that.
You people are so stupid.
You really don't have the first idea, do you?
It wasn't about Zawalski running the story at all.
Yeah, I would've panicked too.
Kill him, oh, then use my best mates to set up an alibi.
That was good - get them to drag the body through the foyer
while he sneaks off to get the car.
Gave him a fallback position if things went wrong.
Which they did.
'Cause when his mate Jeremy found out
that the girl on the freeway had been killed too, he got scared, didn't he?
Looked like he might buckle. You had to knock him off too.
All to protect your payday.
What do you get in your envelope, Detective?
Satisfaction at watching slime like you go down the gurgler.
Me?
What about Zawalski?
Blackmailer.
Oh, greedy, fat...
Anyway, I won't be going down the gurgler.
I've got more than a good lawyer to work with.
"What's he got up his sleeves, eh?"
Excuse me. You can't come in. Sorry to interrupt.
Look, if this is about that girl, I've already...
No. I know you're going to air shortly.
And I have some important information for you.
We have it on very good authority
that your husband's story was for sale.
For sale? I don't understand.
He told Braddock he'd kill the story for a price.
A million dollars.
That's why he was killed.
The public has a right to know, as you said.
Yes, I did.
And they will, regardless.
Oh, yes, we've already issued a media release.
I hope you weren't expecting an exclusive.
Whatever you did, it worked. Caroline got her job back.
Well, hey, what are big brothers for?
Well, she told them to stick it, anyway.
Reckons they don't appreciate her talents.
Mmm.
Oh. Who are you?
I'm Celia, Simon's sister.
And... you're Lorraine Sparkes.
Is, um, Simon here?
Uh, no, no, he's not.
Right, well, um, can you give him that for me, please?
Uh, there's no point, Lorraine.
He doesn't want to see you anymore.
Just give that to him, please?
That was easy. Well, I'm a little disappointed.
What happened to the tears and hysteria you promised?
She can't do that!
What?
She's dumping ME!
Yo?
Senior Sergeant Wolfe. Ah.
Stanley. Mmm.
Did you happen to catch Ms Milde's program last night?
Not a mention of the case. Pulled her head right in.
Mmm, game, set and match.
Thank you, ball boys. What's this?
Envelope Day for the Cosgroves, from Braddock.
His lawyers asked it to be passed on.
Evidently, he is deeply remorseful for what happened to their daughter.
Really?
Well, I suppose we're obliged to pass it on then, aren't we?
Lot of money.
Does this Braddock character think this makes up
for the death of our daughter?
Earn some brownie points with the judge, I think. That's the idea.
Money won't bring her back.
Thank you for coming today.
Come on, love. We've got a funeral to go to.