Listen to Mum. You'll be late.
Cops! Bilal!
Leave us alone, you bastards! We've done nothing wrong!
Hurry, Kasim!
This way! Cut them off!
Bilal!
Look out!
Your mate here has actually got something to say...
It's a can of worms, Sarge.
The Feds were serving a detention warrant.
Iraqis. They get the mother and daughter but the two boys take off.
Now, these three blokes give chase.
One of the kids escapes, the other one ends up under the bus.
Witnesses?
That's why the Major Collision guys called us in.
Some are saying accident,
others reckon the guy deliberately pushed the boy.
The dead boy's name is Bilal Al Basri.
The guy on the ground there is Officer Peter Chambers.
He's the one we need to talk to.
The other two don't reckon they saw anything happen.
They're being cooperative?
Officer Chambers, er, Detective Senior Sergeant Wolfe.
We need you to come with us to make a statement.
Are you serious? It was an accident.
That has yet to be established. Piss off!
You're gonna arrest him
because a couple of ping-pong players can't see straight?
No-one's arresting anybody.
We're just trying to do our job.
What do you think we're doing? That's what we wanna find out.
I want you to get round to the house.
The boy might've doubled back there.
And Officer Chambers, you are with me.
Don't say a word till your representation gets there, mate.
Stuff the representation.
Boy's dead.
My bosses are only gonna be interested
in covering their collective arses.
I'll make a statement.
If that's what you want.
Who are these people?
Hey, where have they taken Zahra and Selma?
Where are the boys?
Are you a relative? No, I'm not.
You have to speak to the Federal Police.
And waste my time?! We still don't know what they've done with Waleed.
Weeks now! We know nothing. Who's Waleed?
The boy's father. He's back in detention too, isn't he?
Sorry, mate. I can't tell you.
Oh, nobody can ever tell us anything!
Nothing like a subtle entrance.
The daughter, Selma, answered the door.
Starts screaming at us. She's an Iraqi, but she swears...
So did he push him deliberately?
Well, I guess that's the big question, ma'am.
Slammed the door in our faces.
We had to force our way in.
Tell me about this deportation order.
We were supposed to remove the whole family
to the Jenden Road Holding Centre.
And what happened?
It's when the two boys took off out the back.
If I thought for a moment
that anything like this was gonna happen, I would've just let them go.
So there was three of you in pursuit of the boys.
You and?
Nunn and Dieperdenko. The two guys you met.
No way were we gonna be able to catch the older boy.
Like a rabbit, he was.
But the younger one, the one who was...
He started to fall behind.
This is Bilal, is it? The 14-year-old.
If I'd caught him, in the cemetery, we wouldn't be sitting here now.
I went over the wall and he just stopped, dead.
I crashed into the back of him.
He fell onto the road, and...
Why are they described as "undesirable'?
I don't know.
Oh, come on. You're handed a warrant, you act on it.
You're only told what you need to know.
You get too much detail,
you might take some kind of agenda with you, right?
Yeah. Right.
Hence the question.
You believe him?
Mmm. Well, he seems genuinely upset.
The only other person
who had a really clear view of what happened was the bus driver
and he supports Chambers' version.
That's something. You know where we stand on this, don't you?
Mmm. At the edge of a very long drop.
Mmm. We can't cut anyone any slack. We need to find the other boy.
Mark Silver's going to want an update.
He's on his way over, probably to rattle our cage.
Mark Silver? Yeah, Federal Police. Superintendent.
He signed off on the deportation order for the Al Basri family.
The two boys must share a room.
One half's Ferraris and muscle cars,
the other half's robots and Lego models.
No girlie pictures, I bet.
Nope. "Playboy' doesn't get a look in.
Although she'd make the cover.
She must be the room next to Mum and Dad.
So where is the dad?
I don't know. Maybe he's done a runner too.
Yeah.
One-armed man.
The guy at the gate said he's been missing for...
Shit. What?
Duncan's back in the office, isn't he?
Yeah, why?
Freeman.
Duncan, I'm sending you through an image.
I need you to check something out for me.
Sure, anything to get me out of this paperwork.
Sarge. Sorry, gotta go.
Chambers' boss is in the Superintendent's office.
Well, you might wanna take this up.
Yeah, and you might like to sort out your statement to Ethical Standards.
Jarvis is back.
Great. Has he put in a complaint?
I don't know, but I'll talk to him when I get the chance.
Alright. Thanks, Sarge.
Nice to meet you. Hi.
Pete Chambers is an exemplary officer.
No way would he deliberately hurt that boy.
I hope we can put this to bed quickly.
Mmm, so do I. Unfortunately, something has come up.
I've been looking at the deportation order for the Al Basri family.
"Undesirable aliens".
The father's name, Waleed Al Basri, is not on it.
Well, it's no big mystery.
He took off a couple of months ago.
We figured he knew that his permanent residency would be turned down,
so he decided to go to ground before it did.
We'll track him down eventually.
Yeah, I think I can help you there.
He's in the morgue.
This is an unsolved on our books.
The body was found in the boot of a car, fatally bashed,
and the car had been torched,
but we now believe that the victim was this man, Waleed Al Basri.
Why do you need me on this?
If I'm going to effectively investigate his murder,
we need to speak to the Al Basri family.
Who are currently locked up at Jenden Road,
awaiting transfer to a detention centre.
Superintendent Silver is denying us access.
I've already said we're happy to take this over.
Why? Was this bloke a terrorist or something?
Well, he was under a watch order.
Which tells us precisely nothing.
Why was he under surveillance? Well, I'm sorry, sir.
I... I can't tell you that.
Superintendent, I'm an Assistant Commissioner of Police
and I don't appreciate being pissed about.
Now, you can either give my people the cooperation they're asking for,
or I can speak to the Commissioner
and you can explain to him why you're impeding a homicide investigation.
Are we clear?
Sir.
Good. Over to you, Bernice.
Dinner calls. Thanks, Bill.
Waleed Al Basri was working undercover for the Federal Police.
No man is completely evil. And no man is completely good.
Good and bad is found in all of us. In different measures.
We must look forw ard to the good in ourselves and come to know it.
So that we can better understand what is bad.
Things are known by their opposites.
And as the prophet Mohammed taught us... )
..."When we eliminate what is evil with our hands.
"This is the highest level of faith."
Waleed Al Basri was spying on him - Sheik Shams Al-Din Al-Laythi.
He is one of their imams. He preaches at the mosque.
Why did our Federal colleagues want Al Basri to spy on him?
Well, we believe the imam capitalises on his popularity
to promote extreme views in the Muslim community,
preach incitement to murder.
Basically, he has a lethally warped view of Islam.
You guys say that about all of them.
And we're usually right.
Tell me, how did you get Al Basri to spy on an imam?
Surely that's a big no-no.
Well, he was offered an incentive -
permanent residency for him and his family
if he agreed to get close to the imam and give us what we needed.
Which was what? Enough to deport him.
As I said, he's a dangerous man.
So you figure that imam found out what Al Basri was up to
and had him killed?
I'd put a year's salary on it.
Jennifer, you and Matt get down to the Jenden Road Holding Centre
and speak to the mother and daughter.
Find out everything you can about Kasim -
who his friends are, where he might've gone.
He might be able to help us on the death of the father.
Sergeant Nunn will go with you.
How come?
Well, consider it a joint operation.
Yeah, whether we like it or not. Simon, the original investigation.
Anything that anyone might've missed?
Do the mother and daughter know that the youngest boy has been killed?
We haven't informed them yet.
A double death knock, then. It's great, isn't it?
Well, perhaps it is. Use it.
Give them the news then press them on the whereabouts of the boy,
the family's relationship with the imam.
One thing I can't understand.
When Al Basri's body was found in the boot of that car,
it was all over the media,
trying to find somebody to come forward and identify him.
How come you guys missed it?
Who said we did?
You mean you knew he'd been murdered all along
and you said nothing?
Perhaps you should be asking yourself why the family didn't come forward.
They would've seen the press coverage as well. Excuse me.
Where are my brothers, you bastard?
Tell me what you've done with them.
Mrs Al Basri, I'm so sorry to have to tell you,
but your youngest son, Bilal...
Just wait here.
Duncan, you're back.
Hey, listen, we were all really sorry to hear about your fiancée.
And nice job on Jarvis.
Everyone's been getting a good laugh.
Right, you all get a laugh, I get corro.
They all know I love paperwork.
If you want a change of pace, I've got a walk-in,
and he wants to speak to a Homicide detective.
Needs to confess to a murder, does he?
His stylist, probably.
Alright, let's have a word to him.
OK. So, who did you kill?
Yeah. Yeah, right.
I didn't.
But I can give you some information about someone who did.
10 years ago.
What, when you were seven? Eight. I'm 18 now.
And you witnessed a murder when you were eight?
Not a murder, exactly.
A mistake... that, like, led to a murder.
And you suddenly remember this because?
I got into therapy.
I went back to stuff about when I was a kid.
And what did you remember exactly?
A parcel. A bomb.
Outside a front door.
Thank you.
Ms Al Basri.
How's your mother? Sedated.
I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry, but we do have to ask you some questions.
I will not be answering any questions.
Not while he's in the room, or any of his kind.
We didn't wanna hurt anybody. Yeah. Right.
That's why you were smashing down the door and yelling.
Ms Al Basri - Selma, isn't it? Please.
I know this is a very difficult time.
We really need to find your brother.
Why?
So you can hand him over to these pigs?
We're trying to find out who killed your father.
Maybe he can help.
If he isn't sent back to detention before he can say anything.
You have no idea how these people work.
And just how is that?
Do you know what I was, in Iraq?
A qualified nurse.
We came here for a new life.
We're in detention for two years
and then suddenly we're granted bridging visas.
It looks like things might just work out.
But first, my father disappears.
And then these animals come to our door,
saying that we will be sent back.
For what? They don't say.
What happened to my father?
Selma, can you give us any information about his disappearance?
No. He just didn't come home one day.
Why didn't you go to the police?
Sure.
Stick your head out, get it chopped off.
What about your brother, Kasim? Maybe he can help us.
It's pronounced Kaa-sim.
I'm sorry.
Kaa-sim. We need to talk to him.
We're the ones looking after your father's death now.
Maybe your brother can help.
Perhaps.
Can you tell us where to find Kasim?
But not until I can tell my mother I've seen Bilal's body.
No bloody way. If you've got information, tell us.
Otherwise things are just gonna get worse.
What could be worse than this?
You think we have no rights.
My father and brother are dead.
My mother needs my strength. Mine.
I say nothing unless I see Bilal.
We don't make deals.
You don't. But maybe we will.
Freeman? What about him?
I was hoping to discuss the matter.
There's nothing to discuss.
Young bloke's going for a full row.
There are extenuating circumstances to this so-called assault.
"So-called"?! Come here.
"So-called"?! Look at this!
Does this look "so-called"? I mean, look at me.
I look like a bloody clown.
And I'll tell you something else.
He wouldn't have got even close if he hadn't blindsided me.
He was distraught. His fiancée had just been killed in your operation.
That operation was run by the book, Wolfe.
Look, Terry, I know Freeman deserves to be reprimanded
and you are certainly owed an apology.
That's very big of you.
But I was hoping that we could keep Ethical Standards out of the mix.
Too late. I signed the statement yesterday.
Freeman's fiancée wasn't the only one killed in that operation.
Jumbo Watson's lying in the morgue too.
A copper. A good copper. Mate of mine.
I don't see you crying about that.
Ah, Duncan.
Just spoken to Terry Jarvis.
He's already submitted a statement to Ethical Standards.
Let's, er, let's just wait for the dust to settle.
You're not out of a job just yet.
Well, while I'm still in one, Sarge, I had a walk-in yesterday.
Weird story but it checks out.
Parcel bomb. 10 years ago.
It killed a woman named Doreen Gillard.
Her husband's currently serving time in jail for the murder.
They live in a block of flats. Mm-hm. Cut to the chase.
Well, Doreen Gillard lived in unit number one
and my walk-in says that he saw the parcel
outside the door of unit number two.
This was 10 years ago. Why wait 10 years?
Well, long story.
Er, the witness was a kid.
Er, he was playing on the balcony at the time
and he says that he saw a man in a crash helmet deliver a parcel
to unit number two.
So you think that the bomb was not intended for the Gillard woman?
Which could mean that her husband was innocent.
I mean, I reckon it's worth checking it out.
I mean, if I was to go out there...
You're on deskwork, Duncan, and you know it.
But I can't tell you where to eat your lunch, can I?
He wouldn't have suffered much. It was very quick.
I don't want him here.
My father would be happy.
He looks so pure. Sinless.
Is my father here?
I want to see him.
I wouldn't recommend it, Ms Al Basri.
I need to see him.
This is unpleasant.
His body was extensively burnt.
Please.
So you'll talk to us now, huh?
Burning him -
it wasn't just an attack on his body.
It was on his soul.
Something so mutilated.
Those bastards.
Who?
You. Immigration.
Who knows?!
I'll tell you who. Your precious bloody imam.
That's a lie!
No Muslim would do this to another Muslim.
The imam is a good man.
Ms Al Basri? I'm Judith Welling.
You may not have heard of me, but I'm a lawyer.
I deal with... Get out of here.
This woman is in custody. I can represent you.
All you need to do is say you want representation.
That's all you need to do. Get out of here!
Ask me to represent you, Ms Al Basri. I can help you, and your family.
I want her to represent me.
Good. I accept.
Who put you up to this?
I don't think that really matters now, does it?
Look, let's be very clear on this.
Neither you, nor any other police officer, State or Federal,
may now speak to my client without my being present.
Come on. Well, where are you taking her?
Ignore her and come on. She can't and neither can you.
If you don't tell me where you're taking her,
I'll make an official complaint and that's just for starters.
We're taking her to Homicide. Thank you.
I'll see you there. OK.
Turn the bloody sound up.
That would be a breach of privilege.
Judith Welling. How'd she get involved?
She ambushed us.
Somebody tipped her off to where we'd be.
Well, maybe you should register a complaint.
Oh, yeah.
That'll make all the bloody difference.
Not a happy chappie. I think it's about to hit the fan.
You might be right.
Better bring the Superintendent up to speed.
Ah, Ms Welling.
Senior Sergeant Wolfe.
What can I do for you?
Ms Al Basri is prepared to give you some useful information.
Mmm. I'm sure my officers...
She does, however, want some assurances first.
A deal, if you like. Quid pro quo.
Permanent residency?
Mm-hm. Guaranteed. For her and what's left of her family.
That's blackmail. Well, they've had good teachers.
Well, you're not suggesting we go along with this?!
My client has a chance of securing a future she wants.
She's not gonna move on this.
No, I'm sorry. The Federal Police are not gonna be held to ransom.
It's Sheik Al-Laythi you should be talking to.
If anyone knows who murdered Al Basri, it's that bastard.
Perhaps I should go with him.
I think that would be a very good idea.
Mr Al Basri.
Waleed Al Basri.
I remember him.
A pious man, I believe.
But not, perhaps, strict enough with his children.
You mean his daughter? I mean his children.
Both boys, too, would have benefited from a firmer hand.
You use the past tense.
Yes. Mr Al Basri has not attended the mosque for some time.
I assumed he has moved on.
More tea? No.
But please, your glass is empty.
And the sweets, you haven't touched them.
My assistants, Mr Murad Abu Eid and Mr Mohammed Raheem.
What has become of the Al Basri family?
That depends which of the family you're talking about.
The mother and daughter are currently being held
at the Jenden Road Holding Facility, awaiting transfer and deportation.
And for what reason? What have they done?
Well, that's our business.
We're here about Waleed Al Basri. He's been murdered.
Bashed and burned beyond recognition.
And you think somebody here had something to do with that?
Well, you tell me.
Mutilating a dead body is a grave sin, sir.
It is unlikely you will find your murderer here.
As I have already explained, we know nothing of Waleed's disappearance.
The family's detainment we come to know about
only because of the death of the boy.
We're looking for the other boy, Kasim.
He's disappeared and we're concerned.
We know nothing about that. But you do know him.
We... mentored him for a while.
His father wasn't happy.
He said they could deal with their own problems.
So we stopped meeting with the boy. And when was this?
About nine months ago.
Bloody snow job.
Bugger's all peace and light with us, but he's out there spreading poison.
Believe me.
We may have lost our shot at nailing him for that.
But if we can pin him for the murder, we can still get rid of him.
Yeah, whatever.
But we won't get to the bottom of the murder
unless we accept the deal from the girl.
Renee Edwards?
I'm Detective Freeman. Homicide.
I need to ask you some questions about something
that happened in the apartment next door to you 10 years ago.
Oh, you mean the bomb?
You knew the people who lived there at the time?
Clive and Doreen Gillard?
Sure. Everyone liked Doreen.
Apart from her husband, I suppose.
They didn't get on?
Always fighting.
She'd made a bad choice there.
Clive had been in jail before.
Now he's inside for killing her.
Was Doreen the type of person to, say,
to take mail in for a neighbour when they went away?
Oh, yeah.
She'd do anything for anyone, Doreen.
Why all the questions, after so long?
New evidence.
A witness remembers the parcel containing the bomb
being delivered to your apartment, not next door.
What? To me?
Why would anyone wanna leave a...
Anything, Renee?
No matter how far-fetched it sounds.
I was pregnant... I had two boyfriends at the time.
I thought the baby was Tim's, but Nathan... he'd just become my ex.
He insisted Jess was his.
He got very aggro and made some stupid threats,
but it all went away.
We didn't hear from him again.
They've agreed?
Permanent residency, signed and witnessed.
For yourself, for Kasim, and for your mother.
They can't back out?
Well, they do, and there'll be hell to pay.
It's conditional, of course,
on you telling us where we can find your brother.
Is that all?
You'd better hope that your brother can help us finger Sheik Al-Laythi
with your father's death.
Because that's the only way you'll bloody well hang on to those visas.
Miss Al Basri's father did what he was asked.
He spied for you people and it probably cost him his life.
His family deserve what he was promised.
That's what Ms Welling negotiated with your boss.
You got a problem with that, take it up with him.
None of them are interested in solving my father's murder,
only in bringing down the imam.
On the other hand, we are in the business of solving homicides.
So I suggest that you speak with Detective Mapplethorpe as agreed.
Where's your brother, Selma?
Kasim started staying out late.
He said he was working to save money, but... he never had any money.
It was something else. I knew it was.
And? I was worried.
I thought it could be drugs or something.
I followed him one night.
He went to the house of Abu Eid.
He met with him and Mohammed Raheem.
When was this?
Three, four months ago.
I think that is where you'll find him now.
I knew it. I knew they were lying.
They told us they stopped talking to the boy nine months ago.
I'll go round the back and do the knock.
He's more scared of us.
I wonder why.
How about that Judith Welling? Legend, eh?
The lawyer? She doesn't say no to the publicity.
She works pro bono half the time.
There's gotta be something in it for her.
Kasim Al Basri! Federal Police!
G'day, Kasim. Police.
What are you doing?!
Let him go! Let's all be friends here, mate.
Tell them everything you know, Kasim.
I don't know nothing.
This is Judith Welling.
She's a lawyer. She can help us.
Yeah, why should I trust her?
This is our future.
We can make a new life.
We can work things out with the community.
Yeah, like the community's going to want us back. After what Dad did.
And what did your father do?
Find him. Maybe he'll tell you.
He can't tell us anything. He's dead.
You... you'll try anything, sis,
just to get what you want.
Tell him.
I'm afraid it's true, Kasim.
Your father is dead. He's been murdered.
Sure.
Why did you go to Abu Eid's? What's your relationship with him?
He's my friend.
You were teaching him this stuff?
We discussed ayat - verses from the Koran.
There is no indoctrination here.
What about all the propaganda we found at your friend's place
about non-integration,
about bringing true believers back to sharia?
That's just opinion.
You treat opinion like propaganda. It's not.
It's an alternative ideology that needs to be understood
in its given context.
Why'd you hide him and lie about it?
He was a boy. He was afraid. Of course I helped him.
Murad - what did he tell you about your father?
He told me the truth.
He isn't dead. He was taken back into detention.
You believe that? It's true!
They lied to you. Your father is not in detention.
He's in the morgue.
There's only one way he's going to believe you.
Papa.
Why?
Papa.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault!
I kept at him.
About Selma. About the religion.
So you were angry with your father?
Yes.
About how we were never gonna belong here.
He... he said we would.
He told me about what he was doing.
About how he'd agreed to find out stuff about the imam
so... so we could get our visas.
Did you tell someone about that?
He...
He'd been like a proper father to me. He taught me things.
Whilst my dad was oppressing his Muslim brother.
Who did you tell, Kasim?
Gentlemen, how may we help you?
We'd like to do this as quietly as possible, sir.
Mohammed Raheem, you're under arrest for the murder of Waleed Al Basri.
If you'd like to come with us, please, mate.
He says he won't talk to me unless you're there.
Are you comfortable with that?
Yeah.
Excuse me. Thanks, gentlemen.
How are we doing?
We're going slowly, sir.
If you did this thing, then you must tell the truth.
Mohammed.
He was betraying you, and the religion.
How? Reporting on you to the authorities.
Telling them what you preached.
I preached nothing that I am ashamed of.
Eliminating the evil around us.
When we eliminate what is evil, with our hands.
You think they don't see that as inciting hatred?
This is the highest level of faith.
I have said only that we must look for good and bad,
both within ourselves and around us.
Seek to understand it.
You think that's enough? In this country, these times?
They are against Islam. We need to defend the religion.
Not this way.
I suggest that you, Mohammed, perhaps most of all,
need to look inside yourself.
Mr Raheem, did you murder Waleed Al Basri?
We had an argument, not unlike this one,
about what I was teaching his son, and what his son had told me about him.
His secret.
And then I got angry and I hit him.
I... I didn't mean to hit him so hard.
And then what did you do?
Well, I didn't know what to do.
So I put his body in the car and I drove it down to a beach.
I was gonna leave it there, but... you know, if he was found...
A rag, soaked,
in the... in the tank.
A... a match.
I know that it was a sin.
But I was afraid.
I told myself they'd... they'd never think a Muslim would do this. Never.
I told his boy and the others
that Waleed had been taken by the police
back to detention.
Forgive me, Sheik.
Please forgive me.
You murdered him and mutilated his body.
It's Waleed's forgiveness you must seek, in the next life.
Then Allah may forgive you too.
A mess.
I'll go to the prison.
Mohammed will need some comfort.
I shall be looking from now on, Sergeant,
at the faces around me,
to make sure that I am properly understood.
Hard lessons. For all of us.
They tend to be the important ones.
Yes.
He'll get his, eventually.
Mark, off the record, he's not the zealot. You are.
Detective Freeman. Nathan Ellis.
Thanks for coming in, Mr Ellis.
You didn't ask me on the phone what this was about.
No, it's not like I haven't been expecting your call.
This is about Doreen Gillard's death, isn't it?
Look, I knew it was my baby. Renee's.
I'd been shoved out.
So I wanted to scare her a little,
make her realise I... I meant business.
The bomb was on a timer so she'd be at work when it went off.
I just... I didn't think Doreen next door...
Mr Ellis, are you confessing to something?
Look, I never meant to hurt anybody.
Not even Renee, or that... that bloke of hers.
But when Doreen was killed?
Well, what could I do? You know, I... I felt awful.
I figured it'd never get traced back to me, so I kept quiet.
Even when her husband's in jail for a murder he didn't commit?
Yeah, I know. I mean... Clive was always a prick anyway.
OK, he'd been in prison before and I suppose I...
...convinced myself that he... he deserved what he got.
But it was me.
I did it.
I killed Doreen Gillard.
We'd better make this a formal interview then.
Can't believe it just fell into place like that.
Yeah. Oh, well.
Like all things that fall into place,
you need to do a fair bit of work to make sure that they land properly.
It was good work, Duncan. Yeah.
God does work in mysterious ways. I've left the file on your desk.
I think you'll enjoy the bits that I've marked.
Since you worked on the case, we were sure you'd want to know.
This was bloody years ago.
Mmm. A long time. Long time in jail too.
A serious miscarriage of justice, in fact.
Justice! Clive Gillard?
Clive Gillard was, is, and always will be a scumbag.
Well, an innocent scumbag in this case.
You know, I don't think it's gonna look very good
if you pursue this other matter with Duncan Freeman.
No. He sorts this one out to your detriment, you go after him.
It's gonna look a bit petty, isn't it? A bit vindictive.
I'll call off Ethical Standards.
But I want an apology from Freeman in front of my crew.
Mmm. Sounds reasonable.
Then you keep the prick away from me.
Good result.
And I'm pleased for Freeman. It's about time something went right for him.
Yeah. And the Al Basris.
Hey, did we ever find out who sicked Judith Welling onto us?
Ah, no. Unfortunately, no.
Do you want me to pursue it?
No, let it go this time.
Rarely a good thing though, Stanley, a lawyer in the mix.
I couldn't agree more.
Not exactly happy families.
Do you think they'll make it?
I don't know.
Well, she got what she wanted - a chance at least.
And that's the best we can do for them, I suppose.
Mmm. Yeah, I suppose.
You haven't changed, have you? The old moral rectitude.
It'll bite you on the bum one day, Stanley.