He'll kill me if I stay.
Who's behind this scam?
Darren bloody Faulkes.
Are you all right?
Just a bit chesty. Nothing contagious.
Now there's a real champion,
and she won it in a race full of drug cheats.
Hinksman's gone into Antonioni and Sons.
Suspected links to the Calabrian Mafia.
Barrister, barrister...
Future Nobel laureate, currently mother.
Why don't you take your clothes off?
We're going to have some fun, yeah?
But there has to be something else, yeah?
Something better than Flynn.
There's not, but.
Oliver just lived for cricket.
He went from the fresh-faced kid we see there
to the brink of the national team, and now he's dead.
Whenever Darren wants real dirty work done quickly and quietly,
Wes is his go-to guy.
Actually, fuck it. I'll tell 'em everything, you know?
If you do that, mate,
we're going to kill your son.
- Bonnie? - And Owen.
She said it was "the piping hot Mr Mitchell."
Do you really think Janet wants your job?
I know she does.
Maybe one of your contacts
has connections to maybe some international games.
That'd be helpful.
Simon. Got a little update on that situation.
I've just got... you know, I've got quite a lot going on at the moment.
Why don't you deal with all of that first
and then we can talk about us?
- Good idea? - Yeah, good idea.
- How'd you go? - Yeah, just what we thought.
Shame, though. I liked him.
Still, we can't take chances, can we?
Janet King 3x08 July 14, 2017
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I hope they didn't destroy the joint.
They were great.
Emma, Liam, your mum's here.
Are you okay? I thought you said you just had a cold.
It is just a cold.
I'm fine. It's nothing serious.
You didn't need the twins here when you were this sick.
- I'm fine. - Really?
'Cause it sounds much worse. Do you need to see a doctor?
'Cause I can look after Tom. It's not a problem.
His dad's coming to pick him up later on.
- I'll go to the clinic then. - All right.
- Here they are. - Hello.
- Right, what do we say? - Thank you.
Thank you. See you, Tom.
- Bye, Tom. - Bye, Tom.
How was Tom's mum last night?
She didn't do much.
She just sat on the couch.
Okay. I need to get this. I'll meet you at the car.
Okay.
Bonnie.
A body's turned up in a toilet.
Who is it?
It looks like an OD, but...
Where's the tourniquet? Where's the cook gear?
Where's any evidence he was an IV drug user?
Exactly.
Can we make sure his hands are bagged?
Flynn was always his target, not Richie.
We don't know that for sure.
Flaky, scared and talking.
Darren's not gonna take that risk.
I mean, if I hadn't have lost Wes, that wouldn't...
None of this would have happened.
Flynn Pearce has been murdered?
Well, it looks that way.
Did Darren say anything? Give any indication?
Nothing, no.
What, so I'm... safe?
Well, you'd know better than me. You're closer to him.
Janet, do you think we're nearly...
done?
We still need to find out what Faulkes's next big betting scam is,
how he moves his money into the country,
how he's laundering it.
It's just that I... I don't think I'm really achieving much.
You know, I'd rather be drinking margaritas in the Maldives
with Maxine.
What?
Look, you're in with Faulkes now, and that's invaluable.
We're relying on you, Richard.
- So... - Darren! Hi.
This is where all the dirty deals are done.
Funny. I pictured you more of a...
penthouse office type.
Um... chambers.
The lawyer's office is called chambers.
Ha! So is the dunny.
You ever heard of a tennis player called Glen Farmer?
No. Should I have?
Well, not unless you're interested in players outside the top 250.
Been on the circuit a couple of years,
but he's not without potential.
You a betting man, Rich?
Glen Farmer.
Surveillance followed Darren to Richard's chamber this morning,
where he anointed this young man his next Oliver Pitman.
So, Farmer's playing in the first round
of the Western Sydney Open in a few days.
His opponent's much lower ranked than him.
So, the betting agencies
are expecting Farmer to win, hands down.
Which makes betting on the other player
a very attractive option.
If you can guarantee the result.
So, Richard says the plan is that Farmer blitzes the first set,
so the odds on the other guy rise,
they pile on the bets, Farmer loses the second six-love,
bookies pay up millions.
Darren's asked Richard to open an online account?
And given him 15,000 to bet on Farmer's opponent.
Richard gets a cut for his troubles.
Darren promised him 30,000.
30 grand? Let's get on that.
As we know, Darren's been opening online accounts for weeks.
So, he's got at least 100 set up, ready to go.
To make serious money on this scam,
he's going to be paying thousands out of each.
We're talking hundreds of thousands.
Well, he hasn't got any money in the St Peter's warehouse.
I mean, that's been empty
since Richard took what was there to RepExchange.
Yeah, but where did RepExchange send that million-plus dirty dollars?
Zuricher Finanzen, a private Swiss bank.
So, if Darren dips into his pot of unwashed cash in Switzerland,
we can track it back to Australia, proving he's laundering it.
And proof of international money laundering
gives us leverage with the UN Office of Transnational Crime
to pressure the Swiss to open the Zurich account.
Well, are we certain that Darren's own choice of funds for this scam
is his Zurich account?
Well, no. According to Customs,
his latest shipment of MDMA precursors have just hit the docks.
Okay, we have to make sure he doesn't get that earn,
take the buyers out of the picture before he gets that payday.
Has Richard confirmed that Farmer's agreed to throw the set?
Not yet, but apparently, Shannon Hinksman's making the approach
at training today.
I'll get eyes on the Hinksman meeting.
Andy, you'll need to tee up busting Antonionis' with the drug squad.
I'm on it.
What, you have to work tonight?
The op involves an NCC target.
- I have to be there. - But the bar exam's coming up.
If I don't blitz it, Owen will never let me hear the end of it.
And you have been studying nonstop.
Yeah, but you promised... dinner, bath and bedtime.
I'm sorry, but I can't postpone the raid, you know?
It's going to happen now.
Plus, I have to get ready for court tomorrow.
Campbell.
Yeah, I'll be there in 20.
Well, hopefully, Amal will make bedtime a breeze
and sleep like a baby.
She already does sleep like a baby.
She wakes up crying every two hours.
What's so important you couldn't tell me over the phone?
Sit down, Pearl.
Flynn Pearce was found dead this morning.
- It's really Flynn? Are they sure? - Yep.
I don't know why I'm upset.
You know, he used me,
but he sort of... helped me...
as well.
He wasn't all bad.
Few people are.
You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
Um, Pearl...
what are your plans?
I'll be 16 in a couple of months.
Get my own place. Dole or something. I don't know.
What about something better than that? What about...
What about going back to school?
School's bullshit.
No, I sucked at it, anyway.
Nah, there must have been something you were good at.
Yeah, I was okay at sport. Didn't mind soccer.
I think you were pretty good at soccer. I've seen all those trophies.
Did you know that there are schools that specialise just in sport?
You know, I looked into some and I found one.
And I think... I think it really suits you.
Australian Youth Pathways.
Get assistance for training, living expenses.
Yeah.
Sure.
Why not? Fill it in. Knock yourself out.
This one is down to you. You need to want this.
You need to want to do something with your life.
And I'll... I'll help you.
I'll help you in any way I can,
but only if you... take responsibility for your life.
And only if you ask.
I'll have someone show you out.
Hinksman's just arrived.
It'd be much easier if we'd had time to get a wire on this.
Come on.
Something's up.
I don't think Farmer's buying it.
Shit.
Without Farmer, we don't get Darren.
So, any bright ideas?
You want me to offer to bribe Glen Farmer?
We have to force Darren
to withdraw his money from Switzerland,
and he won't unless his betting fix is in.
He's going to smell a rat if I suddenly start pushing on him.
- You said that he's trusting you. - Yeah, for now.
But spook him and that trust becomes extremely conditional,
or nonexistent, as Clay found, and Flynn.
He has no reason to suspect you, all right?
Our meetings have been discreet.
There's no evidence that you're being watched.
What about this Farmer kid?
It doesn't feel right to ask him to cheat.
He has to agree to throw the set.
Darren won't move his money otherwise.
What about the risks if he's exposed,
like Oliver was with that wide?
That's a stain he'll carry forever.
Tennis career kaput.
If we stay in front, we can prove the money trail,
arrest Darren before anyone serves a ball.
Yeah, and if we don't,
all that's been achieved is I've helped Darren create another Oliver.
The only way to stop him is to get his money moving.
Okay.
Okay. Just this one time, I suppose.
- I mean, we can explain the risks... - No, we can't tell him anything.
What?
Well, if for some reason
Darren doesn't move his money for this tennis match,
we need him to use Glen again.
Making us as guilty of using Glen as Darren.
Look, I understand your concern for Glen,
but there's no alternative
to getting this betting scam in place.
If we don't, Darren will just find another Glen, another Oliver.
He'll keep spreading corruption and ruining lives.
All right, all right. I don't need a closing argument, Janet.
I get what's at stake.
Fuck!
Hey, Darren.
What, you're just letting yourself in, are you?
If it's not a good time...
Oh, no, no. No.
What's up?
I thought I'd see how that hot tennis tip was looking.
Seems some people don't know a bloody gift horse
when it opens up its cakehole and smiles at her.
Doesn't help that Shannon's a moron.
So it's... not a goer?
Have you spent your money already?
I have lost a couple of clients recently
and rent on the chambers is pretty fierce, so...
It's really not gonna fly?
Seems the kid doesn't know what's good for him.
I can have a word, if you like?
With Farmer?
You? Why?
Well, like I said, I could use the money.
No, why, why...
do you think you'll succeed when old knobhead didn't?
I... would make the argument.
Okay. Make away.
I'd say...
I'd say I know how hard it must be for Glen,
being just outside the elite level of players trying to break in.
I'd say that I understand,
even though he's worked his guts out,
been on court practically every day since he was a kid,
hit a million tennis balls,
he's still barely earning enough money to pay for a full-time coach.
I'd say that I understand the sacrifices he's made
and his family's made to get him where he is.
All the lucky breaks that others have got that he hasn't.
I'd say that I know how little government support
athletes at his level get.
There's barely any sponsorship.
There's no parties, no paparazzi.
It's just every cent he makes going on trying to stay competitive.
And I'd say...
that what he's being asked to do, it isn't cheating.
He's not doping, he's not nobbling his opponent,
he's not even throwing a match.
He would be losing one single set of tennis
in a career that has seen him win and lose a thousand sets.
A career in which he'll win and lose a thousand more.
But for dropping that single set of tennis,
he could earn some of the money for 20 years of hard work.
Money that could, who knows...
help him crack the top 100.
Shit.
I reckon you could convince me the sun sets in the bloody east,
and that my dear old dead granny used to be the Prime Minister.
Holy shit, mate. That's good.
Janet?
State drug squad's teed up to raid the Antonionis' tonight
before Darren can sell 'em his next lot of precursors.
Okay. It's really important that this bust isn't connected back to Darren.
We want him cornered but not paranoid.
Target property is the Antonionis' meth lab out in the sticks.
It's miles from the warehouse. Nothing to spook him.
Campbell.
Hi, Terry.
Heard my father's fraud case was thrown out at committal this morning.
That's good.
Yeah, well, it'll be the last I see of him for another five years, but...
Anyway, it means you can... you can come over again
without worrying about all of this.
Tonight?
I don't know.
Preliminary investigation on Flynn Pearce is back.
No CCTV footage around the toilet block,
no fingerprints on the syringe of heroin,
no dropped hairs, no clothing fibres.
But there was some remnant DNA.
A couple of foreign skin cells under one of Flynn's fingernails.
Are you here to inspect my tail-light again, Detective?
I couldn't give a fuck about your tail-light, you grub.
I'm here to arrest you for murder.
He's back to Mr Strong-and-Silent.
Forensics is a match.
There's enough to charge him with murder and get him convicted.
He's not gonna say anything that incriminates Darren.
He's not gonna say anything about anything.
It's annoying, but it's not critical.
Important thing is he's off the street.
Well, I've got to make arrangements for that raid.
Good luck.
Sorry, hi. Sorry for just turning up, but I think Liam left his hat... here.
- His school hat? - Oh.
- Yeah? Oh, great. - It's in the lounge.
Fantastic.
How are you feeling?
Yeah, better. Thanks.
What did the doctor say?
The hat's just there.
Did they figure out what it is?
I'm fine.
You did go to a doctor?
Tom's always forgetting his things too.
Zoe, you did see someone?
Yeah.
If you can just... pull the door on the way out, please.
Sure.
Uh, hey, Bonnie. Are you still in the office?
Yes. Though, for the record, I do have a life outside of this place.
There's a particular LD recording I need.
Can you load it onto my computer...
so I can access it from home?
It's from a few weeks back, when Zoe DiCosta was, uh...
Oh. Um...
Hey. Uh... can I call you back?
Thanks.
I didn't call. I hope that's okay.
Oh, don't be silly.
Where are the kids?
Oh, they were splashing all the water out of the bath onto the floor,
the last I looked.
Here.
Oh. Thank you.
- Want some now? - Yes, please.
Actually, I'm, um... I'm glad you're here.
Uh, there's something important I wanted to ask you.
Okay.
Have you ever heard rumours
that Zoe DiCosta used PEDs?
Um...
There were whispers, and, uh, she was...
competing at a time when a lot of athletes were using.
Right. So, nothing concrete?
Well... her times did improve a lot,
and, um... yeah, she recovered from some injuries pretty quickly.
I'm sorry. I can't do this.
What?
I'll, uh... I'll see you at the office.
Bianca?
Bianca.
You know... I came here hoping that you wanted to talk about us.
And now I just feel like this needy person
who's asking too much of you,
expecting too much, being demanding.
And I'm beginning to feel like I am that person.
But I don't think I am.
You are just always gonna have a cause that you're passionate about
or... there's someone that you're fighting for, a...
you know, a Pearl or a Zoe.
And I don't want to have to feel bad
about wanting to come first with the person I love.
I know you won't change.
I don't want you to change. I...
But I can't keep up with you either.
You know, I don't... I don't want to have to keep up with you.
I'm so sorry.
I'll see you.
All right, kids, it's time to...
You've got to get out of the bath now.
She tore a quad last week.
- Medialis? - Femoris. Grade two.
Ah. And when are the worlds?
Six weeks, but if she takes three or four weeks off to recover,
her power will drop, and even down four or five watts, that's...
Mmm. First to third.
Then we heard about you. The miracle man.
She'll take anything, Eddie!
Please.
She's given up her life for this. You know what athletes are like.
She'll take anything!
She's given up her life for this.
Hey. What's up?
Okay?
Listen, why won't you test for your condition?
- I have a cold! - Breathlessness, dizziness, coughing.
Yeah, that could be bronchitis or pneumonia,
something treatable, or...
Is it something else?
Because all of these symptoms...
can be because of an enlarged heart, which can be brought on by...
Did you ever take anything that could have done that?
You're not just an athlete.
You're a mother!
You have to seek medical help for Tom's sake.
Now, I know that that means that the truth will come out, but...
your life is so much more important than your reputation.
Please.
I won!
Go!
Just go!
It's Wes. They got him.
Shit.
Hey, Richie.
You're a natural, you know that?
- Really? - Yeah.
Pretty sure my swing's a bit off.
No, not at golf, mate.
No, at golf, you suck dog's balls.
But this.
You get things done.
Remember we talked about getting you some work?
Well, I've got something for you. Something good.
So, Darren asked me to represent Wes Foster.
And what did you say?
What could I say? Yes.
Okay. Just don't do too good a job.
- I'm sorry, but... - We need Wes in remand.
Can't have you getting him out on bail
or finding grounds for false arrest or something.
Although...
it would help if you... you got him to roll on Darren.
You know as well as I do that Foster's best course of action
is exercising his right to silence.
That's... a course.
The reference needs what he's got on Faulkes,
so you should advise him to cooperate.
Right. So, as well as being a corrupter of young sportsmen,
I now can't do my job properly?
Don't be so melodramatic, Richard.
First principle, the judicial system should be
independent, impartial, open and transparent.
You're asking me to be the exact opposite.
This could jeopardise my right to practise law.
And if it ever does become a problem with the Bar Association,
the NCC will provide a letter of explanation and back you up.
You agreed to be part of an operation
trying to bring a major criminal to justice,
so it's a bit late for you to complain
that aspects of your role offend your moral code.
Mr Foster.
Richard Stirling.
Um, I've had a look at the police brief.
The DNA evidence placing you at the scene of Flynn Pearce's murder
is quite...
quite strong.
Um, while it may be possible to challenge that in court,
it is my strong belief that...
achieving an acquittal for murder is... unlikely
and that you are facing a lengthy prison term.
There is, however, another approach to your, um...
situation.
If you were to confess to any other currently unsolved crimes
that you may have been... involved in,
assist various authorities with any ongoing investigations,
then... that cooperation would be...
is likely to be... taken into account in sentencing.
Darren never told you to say that.
No.
No, he didn't.
He wanted me to tell you to sit tight and refuse any deal.
Which you could also choose to do.
Oi! Yeah, we're done in here.
Oh!
I was just...
I was just coming to see you.
Um...
Uh, I've...
I've... I've thought about what you said,
and I think... I think you're right.
You know, we should talk through this.
So, I'm ready.
Now. Um...
To talk.
You're ready now?
I've been wanting to talk to you since you got back from Fiji.
- Bianca, it's... - No, Janet.
No.
It's too late.
_
...the worst droughts on record.
Are you sure?
Police seized more than half a tonne
of the drug MDMA last night,
worth 75 million.
Several people were arrested in a raid on a property in Ingleburn...
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck!
And fuck you too!
He goes on with a few more choice phrases.
Nothing incriminating, but he's not happy.
Having half a million bucks' worth of precursors you can't sell
does that to some people.
So Darren's only choice for betting now
is to transfer his dirty money from Switzerland back to Australia.
We got it all in place.
- How many lawyers... - Jeez!
How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
- Darren! - None.
They only screw you.
What are you doing here?
I asked you to look after my mate.
And now I hear that you're trying to get him to cut deals.
What, this is about Wes Foster?
Your job was to make sure he kept his mouth shut.
You... asked me to look after him.
Now, one of his options is to refuse to cooperate,
but that'll see him in jail for a very long time.
Another option is to plead not guilty to murder, but...
look, the DNA evidence is very strong.
The third option is that he pleads guilty
but then he gets a reduction in his sentence
by giving police information on other...
unsolved matters, you know?
Matters which, of course, have nothing to do with...
anyone in this room. Okay?
I know what you're doing, Richard. It's just basic defence advice.
You're planning on stringing this out, aren't you? Huh?
Over months, years. Having me pay your exorbitant fees.
Bleeding me dry while you get rich as clotted cream.
You try and put one over me again...
well, I'll just rip that forked tongue of yours
right out of your throat.
Okay?
Yep.
Darren knows I told Wes to do a deal.
How?
I don't know! He just knows.
I'm not sure how much longer I can do this, Janet.
It won't be long before he finds out I'm working for the NCC, and then...
I can't get that poor kid Glen Farmer's face out of my head.
I keep seeing his face as I fed him all that fucking spin.
Okay. Tennis match is this afternoon. Farmer will throw the set.
We're about to close on Darren. Why don't you go away for a few days?
What?
- Go where? - I don't know!
The South Coast?
You can't just disappear.
You'll need to leave some kind of plausible reason.
We can't have Darren spooked.
Janet.
Darren's local account has just registered
a deposit of 1.5 million.
Oh! That's great.
But it didn't come from Zuricher Finanzen.
It's a credit transfer from a bank in Paris.
Paris?
Faulkes Concrete and Co. accepted a deposit
of just over 1,045,995 euros from Pierrot Beton.
Going off the documentation, it's a loan.
A loan?
Who's... Pierrot Beton?
Construction company, by the sounds of things.
But whoever they are, looks like Darren's not using his Swiss money
but a perfectly legitimate tranche.
The expression "bow-bow!" springs to mind.
Okay, I want all of Faulkes's financial and business records on my desk.
His business is legit. All declared, nothing illegal...
Just do it.
Pierrot Beton isn't the first international loan
that Faulkes has got.
Six months ago, he borrowed 1.2 million
from a construction company in Belgium, Hayes Constructies.
A few months before that, 850,000 from a company in the Netherlands.
And a year earlier, 3 million from a building company in Bordeaux.
Yeah, I checked them all.
They were all real loans. Paperwork legit on both sides.
The paperwork is legit, but the companies are all shelf companies.
They've never traded in anything.
Each one was set up a few weeks before
the loan to Darren was arranged
and shut down a few weeks after the money landed in Australia.
So we need to check the Zuricher Finanzen account
for overnight transfers, transfers to accounts in Europe.
Nearly 1.6 million Swiss francs were transferred
from the Zuricher Finanzen account to an account in Paris.
Pierrot Beton.
And 1.6 million Swiss francs is about 1.045 million euros,
which is about 1.5 million Australian.
So Darren sends dirty money to Switzerland via RepExchange,
then he transfers it to shelf companies in Belgium or France,
then he loans it back to himself in Australia.
Paying no tax and laundering it nice and clean and ready to spend.
You've closed the loop. Impressive.
We just need confirmation
of how much Darren's got in that Swiss account.
Then we can slap charges of defrauding the Commonwealth on him.
Evidence of international money laundering means
the UN Office of Transnational Crime can pressure the Swiss
to unlock the vault.
I'll get the Attorney-General to rubber-stamp the request.
Great.
Then if the UN can act fast, we can actually...
Oh. Sorry.
Um... I'll be back in a minute.
Hey.
I can't make lunch.
Did you get a better offer?
No, um, things are just really hotting up here right now.
Need to be sure I'm in for the kill, you know? Rain check?
Sure. Okay. Bye.
I had a look at that, um... school scholarship sport thing.
Yeah? What did you think?
Could be okay, I suppose.
Yeah.
Looks pretty cool, actually.
Application form's fucking stupid, though.
It's like... CV, personal goals, academic goals,
300 words on my social inclusion plan.
I...
I was wondering if you could... give me a hand filling it in.
I would love to.
Hey. We're on.
Yeah.
- Thanks, Janet. - Janet?
I'll see you tonight, then, yeah?
Sure. Look forward to it.
Thanks. See you.
Tony just worked his international legal magic.
Guess how much Darren has in his Zurich account.
370 million Australian.
370 million?!
I've sent someone to warn off Glen Farmer.
- Let's get Darren. - I'm coming too.
Janet, you know that's not procedure.
I won't get in the way. I just... I need to see his face.
Armed police! Search warrant!
Put the phone down!
We're looking for laptops, tablets, phones!
Fuck.
What have we got?
Shit!
Janet.
Where are you?
Uh, I'm at the chambers, just finishing up.
You need to get out. Darren knows that you're working for us.
- How? - He's seen photos of us together.
Okay? So what I need you to do, I need you to get out.
Okay.
G'day, Richie.
Okay, we've got to go to Richard's chambers.
All available units to 40 Grant Street, Pyrmont.
Suspect drives a red Mitsubishi SUV.
Repeat, all units to 40 Grant Street, Pyrmont.
They're on their way.
So, you're a churchgoer, Rich?
Constant bloody surprise, aren't you?
Hey, w-we could have stayed inside if you just wanted to talk.
Oh, no, I like the wide open spaces.
Especially...
for a private chat.
Hey, I-I don't understand what's going on.
Really? Smart man like you?
Wh-what is it that you think that I've done?
You're a dog, Richard.
And you've been dogging me to the National Crime Commission.
And I'm very displeased about it.
Oh!
Very upset.
Angry, even.
Jesus!
- Out of the vehicle! Give up! - Give up!
You're kidding.
Get out slowly! Move!
- Shut it down now! - Hand up!
Out of the vehicle! Come on!
Slowly! Out of the vehicle!
Put your hands where I can see them! Walk out!
Hands away!
Darren Faulkes!
You are being detained for questioning by the NCC!
You okay?
Yeah. Yep. Mmm.
Mmm. Mm-hm.
Search him.
Come on. Here.
Come on.
This examination of Mr Darren Peter Faulkes
is commencing at 3:30pm.
Present are the witness, Darren Faulkes,
chief investigator Inspector Bianca Grieve,
senior counsel Janet King,
and myself, chief examiner Tony Gillies.
Mr Faulkes,
when you last came in to the NCC, you made an observation.
You said it was Oliver Pittman
who started this Crime Commission reference.
And you know what? You were right.
Our investigation did start with that one wide.
And then it just got wider and... and wider.
We've uncovered salary cap rorts, doping of athletes,
illegal drug importation, match fixing.
Threats to kill. Suicide.
Murder.
Someone's made a very large fortune
through corruption in sport.
A very large fortune. On which they haven't paid any tax.
Are you perceptive enough to, I don't know, take a stab
at who that person is, Mr Faulkes?
I'm afraid not.
Did you arrange a major betting plunge on Oliver Pittman's wide?
An incident that led to him taking his own life?
No.
Did you influence the Northern Devils Football Club management,
encouraging them to give players a performance-enhancing drug,
a drug not cleared for human consumption,
a drug that killed Tyler Perati?
Did you arrange salary cap rorts for the Devils?
Did you import trafficable amounts of precursor chemicals
in order to pay for these activities?
I have no idea... what you're talking about.
Did you arrange a betting plunge
on Glen Farmer's tennis match at the Western Sydney Open?
Who?
Where were you taking Richard Stirling?
Richie?
For a coffee.
I urge you to take our questions very seriously, Mr Faulkes.
Don't quote the Crimes Act at me, mate. I win every time.
What the hell's going on?!
Apologies for barging into your fiefdom, Mr Examiner,
but you'll have to stand that witness down.
What?
And this hearing needs to stop immediately.
The state DPP has no jurisdiction over the National Crime Commission.
But we do.
Agent Simon Nixon, Australian Secret Intelligence Organisation.
Mr Faulkes is very important to an ongoing operation ASIO is running.
Yes, well, he's also very important to the NCC.
We've spent months getting to the point
where we can present charges against him
on a number of very serious offences.
Mr Faulkes will not be charged with any offence.
He's an out-and-out crook. He's involved in MDMA production...
Nor can he suffer any form of public disgrace.
He's the head of an extensive criminal network!
He's defrauded the Commonwealth up to his eyeballs!
He must continue running his construction business,
reputation untarnished.
Darren Faulkes threatens children. He has people murdered.
No brief naming him in any murder has come across my desk.
Mr Faulkes is critical to an ongoing ASIO operation.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. You've said all that.
But what you haven't done is explained what he's doing
that's so bloody important.
He has contacts in various foreign countries,
contacts through his construction business and...
And through his sports betting scams. We know this.
Some of those contacts also fund terrorist recruiters
who are targeting young men here in Australia,
radicalising them for home-grown acts of terror.
Now...
we need Faulkes to maintain his current position
so that when they change their phone and email accounts,
they tell him and we track them here in Australia.
And what's your role in all this?
The DPP has been trying to run several terrorism prosecutions.
Mr Mitchell's been very helpful in connecting the dots.
I can just imagine.
Look, I know that this... change in emphasis
is disappointing for the NCC.
Oh, it's not just disappointing to us.
The ATO will be spitting chips. You've robbed them of a payday.
Oh, you can still claim unpaid taxes and proceeds of crime.
ASIO cannot have Faulkes locked up.
But we don't mind if his wings are clipped.
Might even help us a little.
What about his betting scams?
He won't make a profit from those anymore.
We're letting him run them, but only to, uh... keep the con.
Keep the con?
Darren Faulkes is a danger to society
and he should be locked up for a very long time.
On the contrary. He's important to keeping the country safe.
And national security outranks organised crime.
Sorry, Janet.
I wish a bus would come along right about...
now.
He's a bastard.
Like Owen said, terrorism trumps everything.
Oh, well. We got the money. That's something, at least.
Darren Faulkes. Helping to keep the nation safe.
What a joke.
I'm done here.
I've been worried
I might have inadvertently compromised the reference.
Sleeping with Owen Mitchell didn't help.
You knew?
I thought I was so clever.
That if anyone was being played in the relationship, it wasn't me.
I was wrong.
W-w-wait a minute.
The trial date's been brought forward to when?
No, i-i-it can't be! That week is impossible for me. I can't even...
Yeah, all right, all right. Um...
I'll see what I can do, but I-I can't make any...
Oh! Shit!
Mummy's looking really tired.
Oh! Hello there!
I thought Amal should see the important place her mummy works.
Oh! I've got a trial now that clashes with the... bar exam,
which is the same week as her birthday.
What am I doing, Andy?
You are gonna come home with us for some takeaway Thai.
And tonight, you are free to be on the books.
Another night not being spent with this one.
And I... I haven't had time to prepare for a case
that I'd otherwise win.
And you are great at all that.
Why isn't that enough?
Why do I keep beating myself up trying to prove to the...
the Janets and the Owens of the world that I can keep up with them?
You don't need to prove anything to them.
No. No, I don't.
The bar exam can just wait.
I thought you really wanted to be a barrister.
Yeah, but... I don't have to do it right now.
I can do it when I'm ready. Really, really ready.
- Right now, I... - What?
Right now, I just want to go home and eat some takeaway Thai food.
Yeah?
Janet?
Social media are already speculating
why a fit 44-year-old woman would die of heart failure.
And it'll...
it'll just stay speculation now.
Zoe's...
Zoe's beaten that one.
You did try.
And I failed.
- No success without failure. - No.
And as we've seen, winning comes in all shapes and sizes.
As does loss.
Thanks.
Wes Foster brief hit my desk the other day.
It's been updated.
Gave a very full statement
about all the crimes Darren got him to commit.
Arson, standover. Drug running. Fraud.
Threats to kill. Murder.
All the details, dates, times. What Faulkes paid him.
Wait.
Perhaps Wes wanted to do his bit to keep the country safe.
Janet, ASIO are not gonna change their minds.
Faulkes is too important to them.
And even with a statement like this,
it's not like they're gonna suddenly lock him up.
Not suddenly, no.
But Darren's on borrowed time.
Sooner or later, he won't be useful.
His cover will be blown, targets will move on,
and... once ASIO doesn't need him,
all the protections they've put in place will evaporate.
Like sweat in the sun.
I will lock him up.
Didn't get your front page, though, did you?
And I've just been offered...
a new three-year contract as the head of the DPP.
And the winner is...
Bow-bow!
Owen, to beat someone, you have to both be playing the same game.
Some of us play short and fast. Others...
take the longer approach.
See you later, Mr Piping Hot.
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