Are you insinuating that I,
as a chairman of a successful company,
am involved in football match fixing?
That man, the witness, he's my father.
Graham King, chairman of Pax Car Rentals?
I didn't know what he does, where he works. We're not close.
Get the fuck off me! Let me go!
The deceased's blood results present a platelet count
substantially below normal range.
Bleeding to death by cerebral haemorrhage.
Why would Tyler's blood have low platelets?
Come back!
If you hadn't been flashing your tits all over the internet,
none of this would have happened!
We have a few questions about your son.
This isn't a good time.
Tyler's death's been upsetting enough.
You coming around, implying he was some kind of drug cheat.
It's Shannon Hinksman.
We saw him hanging out with the Firecrackers in Melbourne.
He's got form, for assault, and dealing, and standover.
Rich, I'll call you back, mate. See ya.
That wasn't Clay's phone. We need a tower dump.
Actually, fuck it. I'll tell them everything.
I'll bring you all down with me.
Careful, Clay.
You do that, mate, we're gonna kill your son.
That look he gave me.
He was telling me it was murder.
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Having consulted the investigating officer,
and in light of new evidence,
the charge of reckless driving against the driver of the bus
which fatally struck Clay Nelson cannot be sustained.
What new evidence?
What have the police found?
Unfortunately, I'm not at liberty to say.
Doesn't the public have a right to know?
There are bigger issues at play here which I'm unable to discuss.
How do they feel about not seeing justice done?
I can assure you we have informed them of our decision
and they understand the situation.
Oh, he'd be hating this.
_
I'll say again, this decision takes into account the opinion
of the investigating officers.
What would you have done?
If you were Clay, with the choice he had to make?
Well, if it meant saving my children,
and there was no other way, the same, no question.
You wouldn't slip me a coded message first?
Clay did.
He waited until he knew I'd seen him.
And that look in his eyes.
It was a man with no choice.
Janet must have loved every moment
of watching me eat her dog-shit sandwich.
I assessed the new evidence as presented to me.
I just can't share it with you.
Because it came from the star chamber,
which makes you her errand boy.
You could have ignored my determination
and run it as an ex-officio indictment.
You know I wouldn't have recommended withdrawing the charge
without good reason.
You tell Janet I know exactly what this is about,
and if this is the way she wants to play it, let the games begin.
So the man who incited Clay Nelson's suicide,
he talks about the boss.
We heard his phone ring.
Whoever made that call could well be the major profit-taker.
So what did we get from the tower dump?
Ah, Janet, your office.
Sure.
What is it?
The tower dump identified the phone
belonged to Clay's mystery visitor,
and the man who called him.
Great. Who are they?
Mystery man's phone was a burner.
Registered to a false identity.
But the phone that called him belongs to your father,
which now makes him our major person of interest.
Last month, he made several calls
to Nate Baldwin, Darren Faulkes and Wazim Jandaphur.
They are all connected in some way to the betting syndicate.
Okay, and if we discover stronger evidence connecting him to that,
we'll get him back in.
- Oh, you mean I will. - Of course.
I mean, I'll step back from any investigation concerning him.
I reiterate, you cannot be involved in any proceedings
in which your name and his appears in a transcript,
which might turn up in court,
or where you would be called as a witness.
I can still focus on other persons of interest.
I can still work this reference...
- I know... - behind an ethical wall.
I know how much you value your professional integrity,
and I trust you to stand by those principles.
But under no circumstances
are you to discuss anything about this reference with him.
Of course. I...
Even better, don't see him at all until this is over.
Build that ethical wall very high and stay right behind it.
Concentrate on how Shannon Hinksman fits into this.
You'd think for someone with drug and standover form,
you'd get a bit more bang for your buck.
Shops, strip club, home.
Maybe Hinksman's finally gone straighty-180.
He's been hanging out with the Firecrackers.
- He's a known bagman for... - Yeah, hang on, hang on.
He just met someone.
Come on, sweetheart. Turn around.
Attaboy.
That's Eddie Cooke from Continuum Therapy.
What's he doing with Hinksman?
What are they meeting about?
Lover's tiff by the looks.
Eddie's left something. Shannon's got it.
Right, stay on Shannon.
Can you keep me posted? I'm going to Nate Baldwin's committal.
Why bother? It'll just be Richard Stirling trashing the police case.
Or proving his own.
If he found the substance Tyler took, to break causation for Nate,
I need to know where it came from.
It could lead us to whoever set up the betting plunge on the Devils.
Excuse me, mate.
Anything to say to your teammate?
Can you comment on today's proceedings?
Nate! Nate!
Will Nate Baldwin's manslaughter charge
affect your sponsorship of the Devils?
Are rumours true you're severing ties with them?
Pairing with a club is like a marriage.
You're in it for the good times and the bad.
I have every faith that Nate Baldwin will be found not guilty,
and I look forward to him returning to what he does best,
superb football.
So according to the two witness statements,
one saw the accused hit the deceased with his right hand,
the other with his left hand.
Would you agree, Detective Sergeant Renner,
that these are contradictory recollections?
Well in the heat of the moment,
everyone sees things slightly differently.
Slightly differently?
Wouldn't you really say that these statements
are two irreconcilable versions of the same incident?
I object, Your Honour.
The question calls for a conclusion, which is a matter for the court.
Your Honour, Sergeant Renner is not a lay witness.
His opinion is admissible.
Your Honour, both statements
describe a violent attack on Mr Perati by the accused.
That is an agreed fact.
Just because my learned colleague found some minor inconsistencies,
which Sergeant Renner has confirmed...
Your Honour, the Crown simply does not wish to hear
that what they refer to as minor inconsistencies
are, in fact, major contradictions. I wonder why.
All we're saying is that if he wishes to make that argument,
he needs to make it to the court.
It's not a matter on which Sergeant Renner's opinion is relevant.
Agreed. Thank you, Madam Crown.
While the defence has highlighted conflicting evidence
among the witness statements,
but that is for a properly instructed jury to resolve.
I find there is a reasonable prospect of conviction,
and commit Nathaniel Baldwin to trial for manslaughter.
Date to be set at a mention on Friday.
- As the court pleases. - All rise.
Nate, do you still maintain your innocence?
How do you feel about your husband facing jail?
What does this mean for your career prospects, Nate?
Hey, well done. You did a good job.
- Thanks. - It's a shame you can't run the trial.
Lucky she's not, or you'd be losing again.
I had this crazy idea I'd sit the bar exam
when I was on maternity leave,
but my adorable two-year-old superior had other ideas.
Well, I know what I'd prefer right now.
I take it you've got Nate in your sights for match fixing too.
Bizarre it's taken this to get us together again.
Aren't Christmases and birthdays for that?
In some families.
I do send cards.
Yes, your secretary's very efficient.
Well, whatever the reason, it's great to be talking now.
You still haven't arranged for me to meet the twins.
I'd love to get to know them properly.
I mean, what are they into? What do they like doing?
Well, they're very keen on athletics.
You'll be happy to know that Emma's got the zone trials this Thursday,
and Liam would have been there, but he hurt his ankle, so...
Sports stars in the making, huh?
Well they didn't get that from you.
I'm free to meet them...
whenever it suits you.
Are you sure you've got the time?
I mean, you must be dealing with a lot these days.
Oh, for my grandchildren, I'll make the time.
Call me.
You've got my number.
The NCC must be looking at my phone records.
I can't tell you that.
You!
You bloody told me you'd get the charges thrown out!
Actually, my precise words were,
"I will do my best to have them thrown out."
And I could do much better if I had your full and frank cooperation.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Rhys and Dale told you what they saw.
I'm talking about whatever drug Tyler was taking.
If we can show that changed his blood profile,
and he died because of that change, then we win.
Our supplements are above board.
You have all the paperwork from Eddie Cooke.
I mean, we never failed a drug test.
Say we knew he had taken something, hypothetically.
What would that mean?
Look, there's no point talking what ifs.
If Tyler took something outside of our program,
we knew nothing about it.
Okay. Well, maybe his family does.
He's obviously close with his sister.
Have you spoken to her?
After this, not a chance.
Oi! That was mine, you prick. Give it back!
Fuck!
What are you looking at?
Youth Services said I could get a bed here.
- Good luck finding one. - The lady said there would be.
I've got all the forms I need.
Like that makes a difference.
Come on. I'll find you somewhere.
- Cindi. - Pearl.
Guys, this is Pearl.
It stinks.
This can be yours.
Just keep your stuff with you at all times.
Even when you chuck a piss.
You stay out of their way, and they'll stay out of yours.
The drug results are in
from Wayne busting that deal earlier, the one Shannon sold.
The lab's confirmed that they're steroids,
so not a match for whatever Tyler Perati took.
But it does make you wonder about Eddie's supplement program
for the Devils.
I mean, he's hardly all above board.
He wants to play warm doting grandpa.
Graham was at Nate Baldwin's committal.
We didn't discuss the reference.
He saw me and wanted to talk about the kids.
Twenty years, almost no contact,
and he acts like he's been away for the weekend.
Technically, you shouldn't have even spoken to him.
I just had to see if the man standing in front of me
was capable of ordering somebody's death.
And?
I thought I knew him.
Well, until he left.
Maybe I didn't.
And maybe I should take you home and pour you a glass of wine.
Well, you obviously know me very well.
Making progress, I hope.
I wouldn't say I've got the full picture yet.
- I'm not that complicated. - You're not simple.
Can I take that as a compliment?
Offended if you didn't.
Where's Tyler's jersey? The Devils' jersey. It's gone.
Yeah. It's a share house.
Now we can all share it.
You sold it for drugs?
- So fuckin' what? - That was my brother's!
- You psycho bitch! - What's going on?
You arsehole!
Pearl! Pearl, wait up!
If you're here to talk about Nate Baldwin, you can forget it.
I saw the presser yesterday.
I'm sure you don't want to lose a second case
involving a high-profile sportsman.
Then we can't be talking about Nate.
Conviction's in no doubt.
I read the committal transcripts.
I was just warming up.
The conflicting evidence will make it very hard
to establish beyond reasonable doubt the act was intentional.
Then why are you here?
Because neither of us look good if this drags on.
You want a guaranteed win? I'm happy to provide that.
Let's just tidy this up and move on.
Well, they want me to plead guilty.
To a lesser charge.
That's the offer put to me by the head of the DPP.
Assault causing death,
it carries five years less
in terms of sentencing maximum,
and you'd avoid the stress of a trial.
Well, there goes what's left of his career.
Nate's already on a suspended sentence.
If he pleads guilty...
You'd automatically receive the two years
the judge suspended the last time.
No way.
We should consider taking it.
And then I'd argue for no additional time,
given your obvious remorse,
and the emotional toll of the media attention.
But he could get more,
on top of what you get for assault causing death.
The earlier the plea, the more favourable...
I want no years!
Not twelve, not ten, not two.
I didn't kill the poor guy. He was a teammate.
I would never do that.
You are supposed to be keeping him out of jail, Richard.
As your counsel, I will act as instructed.
But my strong advice is to consider the plea bargain.
- It's the best option we've got... - I'm not getting locked up!
Now, I'm instructing you to get me off.
Pax are worse off than we realised.
I already looked into their financial affairs.
I looked further.
They've lost twelve million in the last two years.
But he's a successful businessman.
Well, not anymore, apparently.
Uh, assure me this information was gleaned
via judicious forensic accounting...
No, I did not ask Graham,
and it's hardly something he'd be happy to admit to anyway.
Thank you.
Winning on fixed matches would help tidy up the bottom line.
The finances, the phone calls to Wazim Jandaphur and Nate Baldwin.
Graham really looks like one of the big profit-takers.
No offence, I'm just joining the dots on what we know.
You're the analyst. You analyse.
Leave drawing the conclusions to me, all right?
So if he was hoping to make a lot of money fast,
it would be a huge blow when the bet on the wide failed.
You're thinking revenge arson on Wazim's place?
Well, it could easily be an insurance job.
So whose idea was the bet?
Time to talk to Wazim.
- But you... - Can only observe.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
We've got plenty of evidence linking Wazim Jandaphur to all the...
No, no, no. I mean observing the hearing.
Well if I can't be present in the hearing,
then observing is my only option.
And what if Mr Jandaphur names your father
as the big boss of the betting syndicate, as well he might?
I'm ready for that.
Are you sure?
Because it's one thing to think something,
another thing to actually hear it being said.
I have to know.
Either way, he's my father, and I have to know.
The day before the fire
at your investment property,
you placed a $15,000 bet
on a wide being bowled in an A20 cricket match.
That's a lot of money.
You must have been sure of winning. How?
I don't recall the occasion.
Let me help you.
The young man who bowled the wide has since suicided.
That has got nothing to do with me.
But it has got something to do with the people who gave you the tip.
- Who are they? - No one gave me the tip.
I just... had a good feeling.
A good feeling you shared.
Your phone records indicate a considerable increase
in international calls the week before the match.
I was just ringing friends to say hello.
That wide was part of a scam people all over the world bet on,
and all of those people, including you, lost a lot of money.
And the day after, your house was subject to an arson attack.
Because Ravi Hasan was renting it.
I told the police that attack was aimed at him.
Have you got any evidence to support that?
Bigots in your community,
they look at brown people, and they immediately assume we're terrorists.
Yeah, well, let's just sidestep the identity politics.
It's discrimination!
Our treatment of you has nothing to do with discrimination,
and everything to do with your propensity to lie.
How dare you!
You gamble a lot.
It's left you in considerable debt.
We know all that, Mr Jandaphur.
Arranging a spot bet, or being a part of one, could fix that.
Did Graham King give you the tip or did you give it to him?
I met Graham through his charity sports foundation.
I volunteered to help with it once or twice, and so have my friends.
But we never once spoke about betting.
Come on, we'll be all right. We've got each other.
I've got nowhere to go. I'm starving.
You should have said.
- I want real food. - This is real food.
Come on, let's crash. Figure something out tomorrow.
Where? I'm not going back to that shithole. No way.
Well, where else is there? Home?
As if. It's worse.
Come on.
I'll look out for youse.
It beats a park or a shopfront.
Nah, I'll figure something else out.
Like what?
I don't know. If you wanna go, go.
_
Back on your mate Hinksman?
On my way to relieve the boys now.
Anything interesting overnight?
Apparently he slept like a princess,
so I'm hoping he'll go to the pub for an early one.
That way I can catch the Saints take on the Spurs.
Ah, soccer.
No, no, football, football. We call it football.
I'm not worried about our back four.
Last three games, we've kept a clean sheet.
Oh, you gotta keep that sheet clean.
Yeah, yeah, exactly.
Just need to put in the hard graft up front.
A few free kicks around their box,
capitalise on our set pieces, and we should do it.
Then we'll be in with a shout of silverware.
How are the other lot holding up?
What, the Spurs?
Nah, I reckon their arseholes are twitching like a hamster's nose.
You've got no idea what I'm talking about, have you?
Not a clue.
Right.
You might be aware that the Pax Sports Foundation
holds regular workshops for underprivileged youth.
The idea is to get them into sport instead of crime.
Wazim Jandaphur helped me organise a clinic...
What's this?
He rang last night, said he had new evidence.
It was a terrific day.
You came here especially to tell us
that you and Mr Jandaphur held a successful sports clinic?
I thought you might suspect that our phone activity was something else,
especially after the fire at his house a few weeks ago.
So I just wanted to set the record straight.
Why would you assume we were monitoring your phone?
Well, you've looked at my financial arrangements
and my business affairs,
why not my phone records?
That's very much the impression I was left with.
The only person he could get an impression from
about our investigation is you.
I told him nothing.
He guessed we were looking at his phone.
He asked me point blank if we were. I said I couldn't say anything.
Well, if he wasn't 100% sure before, he is now.
Everything he said in there could have been a giant smoke screen.
That's a possibility with any witness.
It's compromised his evidence,
and therefore our progress on this reference.
What, so a self-serving narcissist suddenly gets a bout of goodwill?
I mean, that fact alone compromises his evidence.
It's your job to see that.
And it's your job to have nothing to do with him.
Your ethical wall just came crashing down.
What was I meant to do?
He's still my father,
and we haven't had a proper conversation since I was 17, so...
Nor can you have a proper conversation with him now,
until he's either cleared or convicted.
He wants a relationship with the twins.
Oh, well! At best, his timing's problematic.
- And at worst? - Strategic!
Yeah, well, it was a lot easier when he wasn't around.
Well, as the evidence is forming
an increasingly compelling case against him,
you're to stay in here,
provide legal counsel and no more.
Hazelnut's on the move.
You gave Shannon a codename?
The side effect of steroids is it shrinks your balls.
If he goes back to the gym,
next week I'll be calling him lemon pip, then sesame seed.
What's the update, Wayne?
He flogged off all the roids at another gym, then drove off.
Must be loaded with cash now.
Let's see where he leads us.
I need a Title search. 87 to 89 Newlander Avenue, St Peters.
He's going inside.
But I can't take a closer look.
They have too many security cameras.
Who owns it?
Well, it's registered
to a Miss Veronica Hinksman.
Shannon's sister.
Form?
Uh, it's clean as on paper.
Ah, wait, he's coming back out.
Carrying an envelope.
He's on the move again.
Okay, he's heading to the Rams Tavern, Livermore Street.
Could be a drop. Head inside, but keep your distance.
Not my first rodeo, champ.
Other than my father calling the man who visited Clay Nelson,
what have we got actually connecting him to the betting syndicate?
Um, can we have this conversation?
Well, if I knew how implicated he really was,
I could answer that question.
Pax's finances doesn't directly link him.
We've got phone contact with Nate, Darren Faulkes, Wazim.
That charity sports clinic for the dis...
Shh, shh.
...that charity sports clinic
for the disadvantaged kids, that happened.
Wazim was there, like Graham said. It's just...
Um...
Go on.
I know I'm not completely objective,
but I would like to know your verdict.
He's so connected to so many people in the betting syndicate,
not that that makes him a murderer.
Well, if he's a major profit-taker,
he's got blood on his hands by default.
Who else was at that charity day?
Other than Graham, Wazim,
Pakistani cricketers, and disadvantaged kids?
Look into it.
Nate's wife, Lucy,
she's got a betting account.
Maybe she could identify Graham as the boss.
You know what's weird about her? She doesn't have a bank account.
Not even a his and hers with hubby. No credit card, either.
So all her financial transactions are untraceable.
It's a good way to bury any links to a betting syndicate.
We need to see her.
But if we're not meant to be having this chat,
and we're going to be asking about Graham, how...
Just say it's your idea.
Have you ever loaned your driver's licence
or other ID to a friend to pay a bill,
or pick up something from the post office?
No. Nate always handled our financials.
So he opened the betting account.
Just tell her we know that.
Is this your birth certificate?
Yes.
Did you set up this Freedom Bet account?
No.
It's in your maiden name, Mrs Baldwin, attached to your ID.
Well, I never set it up. Someone must have got hold of my details.
Someone like your husband,
who had his own account cancelled
four days before yours was opened,
and who transfers $5,000 into the betting account
in your name every week?
What? I never knew anything about this.
Throw some names at her. See how she reacts.
That's a lot of money.
You must have been getting good tips from somewhere.
Like Graham King?
We know Nate calls him a lot.
Well, yes, he's a sponsor.
Nate does a lot of charity work for him.
It'd explain Nate's loyalty to the Devils with this cheeky side-earn.
His loyalty has nothing to do with betting.
Nate wasn't even going to sign with them
until Maxine negotiated a coaching position on retirement.
Look, his reputation's on the rocks.
He's got very little option,
so he had to make sure
that he was getting the best deal from the Devils.
Graham King might have recommended him for coaching. I don't know.
Ask when that was.
Did you ever hear him discuss betting tips with anyone?
Only the entire team. Those boys'd bet on anything.
What about the sponsorship money from Continuum? Where did that go?
Go back to the contract. It's important.
Any idea?
That's important.
Has Janet ever talked about her father with you?
What happened between them?
No idea.
She's only ever mentioned him once or twice
the whole time I've known her.
I thought she would have told you of all people.
Ah, some things are off limits, even to Uncle Tony.
I keep waiting for the axe to fall in every hearing.
"Yes, it's Graham King.
"He's behind all this, the major profit taker."
Well, I'm sure Janet feels exactly the same.
How does she cope with that?
When in danger of looking vulnerable, internalise.
Wouldn't it be easier to share it with someone?
Not until she knows the truth.
And depending on what that is, maybe never.
Hey, Emma. How you feeling? Bit nervous?
Mmm...
Don't worry, we all get a bit nervous.
Just use those nerves to get really determined.
We'll be proud whatever happens.
Zoe knows what she's talking about, all right?
It'll be your turn next, Liam!
Ah, when the boot comes off, there'll be no stopping him.
- Isn't that right, Liam? - Yeah.
Shit.
I did not invite him.
Regardless, he's here.
Well, he was going on about meeting the twins,
and I mentioned the zone carnival today.
I... I can't tell him to go away.
How am I going to explain that to the twins?
"Remember that man at the park that Uncle Tony sent away?
"He's your grandfather."
- Just be careful. - Yes, of course.
It's Tony, isn't it?
And Sergeant Grieve.
Who's that?
What supportive colleagues Janet has.
The plan was that I would contact you about meeting the twins.
Ah, Emma, Liam,
you wouldn't remember meeting my father.
This is Graham.
You were only babies the last time I saw you,
but I'm very pleased to meet you again, Emma and Liam.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hello.
I've got something for both of you.
Since you're so interested in athletics,
you need the best shot at it.
Gift vouchers. That's very thoughtful.
What do you say?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Make sure your mum buys you some top-of-the-line runners.
They're brand-new, actually, so um...
They need the best to be the best.
- They are the best. - Long jump, final call.
All right, that's you, sweetheart.
You're being called. Come on.
Can you stay?
Show 'em how it's done, Em!
- Thanks, Uncle Tony! - Good luck, Emma.
Have you got children here too?
Only the twins.
Come on, Liam, let's go cheer your sister on.
Ah, Janet's had quite the rise in the legal world,
and I'm guessing you're the mentor to thank.
No, thanks, all her own work.
I've looked out for her. Still do.
Given her job and how you currently figure in that...
it'd help to keep your distance.
If you think I'm exploiting my daughter and grandchildren
because of that...
you're so wrong.
Go, Emma!
- Let's go, Emma! - Come on, Em.
Come on, Emma. Come on!
Yes!
It's a foul.
What? No, it wasn't.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. She overstepped.
That was huge, Emma!
The footprint.
Well, they... they didn't call it, so...
You should tell them. It's cheating.
Not deliberately.
Play fair to win fair. That's what sport's all about.
Great effort, Emma. Well done!
Do you think I should have said something
to the Tiny Track official,
or whatever they're called at long jumps?
You're not still worrying about that?
I hate the way Graham does this.
- Gets to you? - No, he spoils the win.
He used to do it when I was a kid.
I remember at school, I was in the debating team,
and we'd made the final.
I had to go to the staff room to ask about homework or something,
and I accidentally overhead them mention the debate question.
Lucky you.
It was an accident, and only gave us a few hours advantage,
but Graham said I had to pull out, find a replacement.
But, you know, it was the finals.
There wasn't anyone, and I couldn't let everyone down.
And obviously you won, and he...?
Well, he never said anything, but the way he withdrew, I knew.
That's how I always knew.
He'd stop being there for me, until the day he actually wasn't.
I must have been a huge disappointment to him by then.
It hardly seems like such a big deal,
especially seeing it wasn't a deliberate cheat.
It was the principle.
My father has always been totally uncompromising.
So he's not perfect.
You still turned out all right.
- Hey. - Hey.
How's the manslaughter trial going?
Oh, it'd be going a whole lot better if I could find a teenage girl
who knows what I hope she knows.
Nobody's that hard to find these days.
This one is.
She's a teenager. They're always on the phone.
_
Pearl. Pearl Perati?
Have you got a moment?
Who's asking?
Richard Stirling.
Can I firstly say how terribly sorry I am for your loss.
I've seen you before.
Let me go!
I'm Nate Baldwin's barrister.
Like shit I'm talking to you!
No time to wash these days?
That was Pearl Perati.
You've met her, haven't you?
Only in passing. Why?
I know you're looking into Tyler's death,
and whether there were drugs involved.
The club said you'd asked about that...
I can't discuss this reference with you, Richard.
It could break causation for Nate,
so if you know anything, I need to hear it.
I thought Pearl could help, but all I got was...
..unless you want to try with her?
She may well react like that to me. I'm rather fond of this outfit.
Well, you do have the distinct advantage
of not being Nate Baldwin's defence barrister.
So, are we running the same race?
I'd need a copy of Nate's contract with the Devils.
Why?
Secret NCC business.
I don't suppose there's any point me arguing client confidentiality.
Not when I can get a subpoena.
Come on, let's not faff around, all right?
- I help you if you... - I'll have it sent over.
Is this the address Richard gave you?
Yep. Must be a friend of the family's.
Hi, I'm Janet King. I met you the other day at your mother's.
This is Bianca Grieve.
We're with the National Crime Commission.
I'm a sergeant with the Federal Police.
You're not in trouble.
Who is it, babe?
Oh, hello.
It's Flynn, isn't it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were down at the, ah, clinic the other day.
Yeah, that's right.
Is there something else I can help you with, or...
Actually, we're here to talk to Pearl.
Oh. You all good?
- Yep. - Yeah.
Come on.
Was it possible your brother took something to boost his performance?
Nuh. No way. Ty was beyond committed.
So you never saw him with any pills, liquids, anything like that?
He wouldn't have done anything to stop him making first grade.
Did your brother hang out with Flynn much, outside of work?
Maybe. I don't know.
What about you?
Are you staying here now?
Yeah, just till I can get my own place.
Gotta wait till I'm 16.
Does your mum know you're here?
Nuh. She's too drunk to care.
Are you all right? 'Cause you know we can help you...
I'm fine.
- Okay. - Got food, and Wi-Fi.
It's none of your fucking business.
- She's 15. - I know. He's a creep.
It's horrendous.
But legally, what did we actually see?
An illegal relationship between a sicko and a child.
Flynn pulling on his pants isn't evidence,
nor is him touching her arm.
I mean, he's given her a place to stay...
As long as she has sex with him.
But we can't prove that to a court.
All we can do is find another reason to see her again,
try and get her to make a statement.
Bonnie, we need a full background on Flynn Pearce.
He's the assistant at Continuum Therapy.
I got this on Shannon Hinksman.
Rams Tavern.
Drinks exactly four rum and cokes,
speaks to exactly no one, goes outside and guess what?
The car is gone.
Stolen?
No, and he didn't seem surprised.
Just hopped into a taxi and went home.
And the car he left behind is registered to Pax Car Rentals,
Graham King's company.
That can't be a coincidence.
So I got the GPS on the Pax car.
Went to Nate Baldwin's house.
Did Lucy or Nate get in?
I think that's doubtful because the car went straight to the Pax depot.
What about their records? Whose name was it hired in?
It was fake. And guess what?
The same fake name that's on one of the betting accounts.
Could be a drop of Eddie's new supplement,
which is stored at that warehouse in St Peters,
to the Devils, care of Shannon Hinksman.
They use a Pax car so that no one can be connected to the delivery.
So why did Hinksman get out halfway there?
Well maybe he supervises the pick-up, but not the drop-off.
Can't be trusted with the new juice.
So who drove the rest of the way?
And who organised the whole delivery?
We need to get inside that warehouse.
Well, surely there'll be cameras inside.
We can disable remotely.
Loop the footage so they see
the previous five minutes until you're out.
Where do you Feds get this stuff from?
Starts at the FBI, then ASIO, then us.
Right then.
Payday.
Cash, burner phones, but no drugs.
Okay, so someone took the cash from the warehouse to Nate Baldwin's.
Who has a betting account with the syndicate in his wife's name.
I just found something else linking Graham to those accounts.
- Ah, Janet, can I... - No, I need to hear this.
I looked into who else was at the Pax Sports Foundation Charity Day
with the kids,
like you said.
All the real people claimed ignorance,
so I analysed their jobs and addresses
to see if there were any patterns.
Fail.
But one variable I didn't use was volunteer positions.
They were all at the charity sports day helping out.
Those volunteers
were also the first four accounts opened in the betting syndicate.
So Graham asked them to set up accounts,
or flogged their details.
Either way, makes him look like the originator.
Also, we just picked this up from Nate Baldwin's phone.
I didn't know what was up. I had to call Graham.
Ah, it won't happen again.
You sure we're right for next time, with everything going on?
Yeah, don't worry. Nothing's changed.
Play it again.
I didn't know what was up. I had to call Graham.
Ah, it won't happen again.
You sure we're right for next time, with everything going on?
Yeah, don't worry. Nothing's changed.
That's the voice of the man who visited Clay Nelson.
And Nate can tell us who he is.
No, let's go straight to the top.
If Nate's calling Graham when he's worried,
either Graham is Mr Big,
or he can tell us who is.
Yes?
The hearing's about to start.
I know.
Whatever happens...
well, you know I'm here for you.
For all his faults, Graham's not a match fixer or a cheat.
At least not after the whistle blows.
I think there's another explanation for what he's done.
Lucy said Nate almost didn't sign with the Devils.
Until Maxine negotiated a coaching position on retirement.
His reputation's on the rocks,
he's got very little option,
so he has to make sure that he got the best deal out of the Devils.
So the Devils had to find a way to keep him
and, yes, as a major sponsor, Graham had a stake in that.
But look at the spike in these phone calls.
From Graham's phone to Darren and Nate.
It's in the same week Nate was negotiating his contract.
Darren Faulkes, a known supporter of the Devils Football Club...
Uh, Richard, this is Darren.
Richard's a lawyer, Darren's in concrete.
Concrete?
Yeah, specialise in boots. Kidding, mate. I'm in construction.
Not short of cash and loves pocketing favours.
Keep two for yourself.
I think Graham asked him to help get Nate over the line,
and I'm not talking about scoring a coaching gig.
You mean to say you deliberately arranged extra payments
outside the salary cap?
No, that's all. No bets, no fixes.
We just wanted Nate.
He was paid in instalments.
Darren didn't want to invest 100% up-front
in case Nate did something stupid, like get the sack.
Who was the bagman? Who made sure Nate got the payment?
We know that this is Shannon Hinksman.
He picks up the cash from the warehouse in his sister's name.
But rather than risking a high-profile footballer
being photographed with a criminal,
he leaves it in the hire car.
And someone else picks it up to do the handover.
And the cash lands at Nate Baldwin's house.
So who's the man who visited Clay, who we heard with Nate?
No idea.
Well, he certainly knows you.
I didn't know what was up. I had to call Graham.
It won't happen again.
I didn't know what was up. I had to call Graham.
It won't happen again.
Who is that man?
I don't know.
Darren handled the logistics,
but he wanted everything kept at arm's length,
so I was Nate's contact.
He rang up complaining once that the drop hadn't arrived,
so I rang Darren,
Darren gave me a number,
said, "Sort it out with him."
Well, whose number was that?
He didn't give me a name, and the guy never answered.
I will admit I bent the rules
to keep a star player in the right club.
But that's just... levelling the playing field.
Everyone does it.
What about performance-enhancing drugs?
Is that "levelling the playing field" too?
How the Devils play, train, what they eat, that's their job.
But I would never interfere in the course of a game.
I don't... gamble or fix matches.
And he's always stuck by that code,
as far back as me debating at school.
When it comes to what he believes in,
his own set of principles, my father...
..he's utterly intractable.
Unlike his daughter.
I'll ask you one last time, Mr King.
Are you absolutely sure
you can give us no information about the man you called?
Look, I know you've got my phone records. Why don't you check?
I phoned once, we never spoke.
I don't know who he is.
I ordered the CCTV from all the petrol stations
in a ten-kilometre radius from Wazim's house,
looking for anyone buying matches, a candle, a gas bottle.
It was labour-intensive and boring, but...
This is right before the time of the fire,
from a petrol station two minutes away.
That's who set fire to Wazim's house?
Has to be.
Who are you?
I hope this is the end of the NCC examinations.
I mean, breaching salary caps is hardly your frame of reference.
You should have been honest about it the first time you came in.
They asked me about match fixing. It was irrelevant.
You break the rules, you can't be surprised by the consequences.
This doesn't have to go beyond the NCC, does it?
I mean, if Nate goes to jail, it's a non-issue.
If not... well, I haven't broken any laws.
We have to report this to the Australian Power League,
or we could appear compromised.
Oh... well, if there's one thing I've done right,
it's teach my daughter the meaning of integrity.
It's Graham. I had to tell them about Nate.
Just the salary cap.
Yeah, I'm well aware of that. I had no choice.
Just thought you should know.
Well, of course I should! Thanks for the update.
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And I take it you've heard about the new Crown you'll be opposing?
I heard there's been... there's been a change?
- Yes. - Who?
Well, at the moment the only way I'm going to stay outside
is if I get hold of that drug.
What if I got it?
So cut the crap and give me what you're giving them.
One bottle, twenty grand, cash.
You're fucking dead, Mr Pearce.
No, fuck off! It wasn't like that!
You can't say that shit to me!
I am the one who dictates the direction of it, not you.
You have just put all of that in jeopardy!
Help, somebody! Help us!