01x05 - Hat

[bunniefuu]

Something came for you

from the police.

It's uncollected property.

I didn't know if you'd want it back.

[TESS] I want the Calleys to
pay for what they did to me

and then I want to destroy them.

Simone, you told us that the
characters and the world were fiction,

so we need to know how much of
the story in 'One Night' is true.

I did the concerns notice.

I told Baris I didn't want to do it.

I had to, OK,

'cause there are things in that book

that only I could have known about,

things about the Calleys.

Bring the van around the
side. I'll open up the gate.

You wrote that f*ckin' book.

I'll end that f*ckin' book

and you.

And I can tell you that
I found her and met her.

What? I wrote 'One Night'.

Do you know how many people have told me

that they wrote 'One Night'?

Yeah, but I'm the one
who actually wrote it.

And you're gonna be telling
your friends you met me

because my name is gonna be all over it!

[WIND WHISTLES SOFTLY]

[QUIET, MUFFLED CONVERSATION]

[DETECTIVE CLEMENS]
Where were Trevor and Joey

while you were working in the bar?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Trevor was downstairs
and Joey was with me,

except when he had to change the keg.

He went down too.

How long was Joey gone?



[DETECTIVE WRITES NOTES]

But it was Joey who helped Tess

and made sure that she got a taxi.

- [GRUNTS]
- f*ck.

You said that would be why

he took so long.

You said that after
Tess and Simone left,

you worked until close

and stayed and cleaned up until 5:00.

[YOUNG MARK] You write
lists on your arm?

[YOUNG HAT CHUCKLES] Yes.

[MARK CHUCKLES]

[YOUNG TREVOR] You and your drunken slag

nearly jeopardised the lot.

I told you they were coming tonight.

Where the f*ck is Hat?

[YOUNG JOEY] Oh, come
on. You don't need her.

I'll... I'll meet you down there.

Just in case you don't.

[TREVOR] Hat?

Have you ever known the
Calley brothers to do

anything dodgy?

Dodgy?

Inappropriate sexual behaviour?

Well, they're blokes, aren't they?

And did you hear any discussions
after hours relating to Tess

or any indication of any inappropriate
sexual behaviour towards her?

Trevor was angry...

... about Tess being passed out, drunk,

down the back with that guy.

Did Trevor or Joey ask you
to clean anything down there?

No. We just moved kegs.

That's a heavy job.

I only help with the empty ones.

A man with a van picks them up.

You're gonna bring Trevor in, right?

We will invite both brothers
to come in for an interview.

'Invite'?

Your friend Tess is
pursuing a r*pe allegation.

Unfortunately, there's
not much reliable evidence.

Just because Tess and Simone were drunk

doesn't mean they are lying.

Well, if you can think
of anything more concrete

that could help your friend...

[DARK MUSIC]

['ANHEDONIA' BY CHELSEA
JOY AND EMMA RUTH RUNDLE]

♪ I know it all comes back times three ♪

♪ That human ♪

♪ That demon showed me ♪

♪ So don't come looking ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ I've got my walls up now ♪

♪ Anhedonia ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

♪ Ahh. ♪

[TRAIN SCREECHES]

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

[SIGHS]

- You have to talk to me.
- I'm not not talking to you.

Well, it feels like it.

Just don't understand why you'd
lie to me. It's not like you.

Well, maybe it is like me.

OK, well, it surprises me.

I mean, if you want to take
legal action, that's your choice

but don't do it and say
you're doing it for me,

because you're not.

I was trying to protect people

who don't want to be protected
and now I'm not protected.

Well, don't say I can get this
taken out of the public realm

if I say it's untrue,

because I am never gonna
say it's untrue, Hat.

I know.

But, you know, I've thought about it

and the book is her version.

It's about her. It's
something in her own mind,

so maybe I should try
not to care so much

about what it says.

I care.

Yeah, I'm struggling to
understand why you care.

Well, all those things
that I said at the time,

they were so naive.

What's done is done. You were 19.

But you believe I've
harmed you with what I said.

But here.

Here's what I said.

Take it.

[DARK MUSIC]

What about dr*gs?

Somebody gave her dr*gs?

No.

Trafficking heroin.

I think.

At the pub.

I don't... I don't really know.

Well, you... you seem to know.

In some of the empty beer kegs.

The ones that get picked up?

[SIMONE] "What do you remember?

How everyone in the pub
worked off the books?

Dirty cash in hand pulled from
a plastic bag locked in a safe.

You saw it, but didn't
dare speak it out loud."

[TREVOR] Come on, hurry up.

[SIMONE] "The world was black and white.

You were either for him or against him

and she was against him."

- [MOTHS FLUTTER]
- [DOOR SLAMS]

"You would shove him down a dark hole

and shut the lid forever."

The police weren't gonna do anything,

so I thought if I gave
them something else...

Oh, so now you think you're my saviour?

No.

What a f*cking joke.

The police sent me my dress back.

It sat on a shelf for 20 years.

It didn't go to a lab.

The bag had never been unsealed.

They did nothing.

I'm so sorry, Tess.

Well, I knew there would never
be any justice from the Calleys

that anyone else was gonna get for me.

I've always had to look after
myself and I'll keep doing it.

What I refuse to accept is those men

walking around without a bit of remorse,

like they own the place.

[PHONE RINGS]

[TRAIN APPROACHES]

[SIMONE] I thought you weren't coming.

Um, I was going to work,

but now I have something
else I need to do.

Hello?

[HAT EXHALES HEAVILY]

Such a punisher.

My lawyer advised we do not speak.

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

- [SIREN WAILS]
- [HORNS HONK]

Mon, look, I'm not trying to hurt you.

No, you're just trying to
silence me like everybody else.

No, I'm trying to protect us.

By getting my book
pulled from the shelves?

You made me seem like a
drug-dealing accessory to rapists.

You're the one who worked there, not me.

Now Joey thinks that I wrote it.

No, he doesn't.

- He knows that I wrote it.
- Oh, my gosh,

how can you look happy about that?

Because I'm sick of everybody thinking

that everybody else but me wrote it.

No, this is unwise, Mon.
My God, this is very unwise.

No, I don't care what
anyone else thinks.

[SIGHS] If you'd just been honest
about it in the first place,

let us read it,

publish a version of
it under your own name.

You could've skirted under the radar.

Well, I want my name on
it now. Are you happy?

No!

No, I don't... I don't know why
I ever agreed in the first place.

I mean, what was the point?

Now I've lost everything anyway.

But if you come out now,

it's gonna be this big f*ckin' deal.

It's gonna cause so much more publicity,

so much more scrutiny.

Yeah, well, maybe you should
have thought about that

before you sued my publishers.

I'm not talking about me,
Mon. I'm talking about Trevor.

What if he recognises himself?

He flunked out of your
mum's English class.

He dropped out of school at 15.

He can barely string
two sentences together.

Mon, what if Joey's already told him?

OK, so even though they were
arseholes that r*ped our friend,

I'm meant to be protecting them

from a portrayal of
themselves as r*pist arseholes?

God, Joey needs to take
some responsibility for that.

I feel like everyone's
forgotten about it.

I haven't forgotten and I never will.

Mon,

you didn't see anyone r*pe anybody.

I saw enough.

[HAT SIGHS]

Mon...

[MARY] Here.

For you.

And for you.

- Mm!
- Oh, my goodness.

Glad to have your dad back?

You know, when I was a kid,

if you didnae have someone
in your family in prison,

it was a wee bit suspicious.

Her old man was so tough,

he used to nail people's feet to
the floor if they didn't pay up.

[MARY] Aye, he would.

Ah.

I missed your old square sausage, Mum.

I'm gonna make it for you every morning.

Boys, brekkie.

[SEAGULLS CALL]

[CICADAS DRONE]

What's your favourite food, mate?

Good old spag jaffle.

Hey, cut from the same cloth.

Yeah, mine's, um...

[MARY AND TREVOR] Beans on toast.

[MARY CHUCKLES]

You want beans on toast now?

Hey, sure, I'll have some beans, Mum.

The more beans, the merrier.

[MARY EXCLAIMS SOFTLY]

I thought you'd have
more tattoos than that.

Oh...

I was young.

Yeah. Don't get into self-harm, mate.

Hmm.

[MARY] I'm out of beans, I'm sorry.

Righto, Mum.

I want to, uh...

I'm gonna show you the ropes to the pub,

get back into it like
my old man did for me

and we can run it together.

- Huh?
- [MARY] He surfs.

That's all he cares about, by the way.

He stands on his head
out there on his board.

Oh, yeah, right.

Hey, sit down with us, mate.

[JOEY] Oh, I'm gonna head in to work.

This house doesn't pay for itself.

Nah, mate. Nah.

Yeah, my pub must be paying for it.

[MARY] Oh, boys!

Hey, take Trev with you, Joe.

Let him have a go at the books.

Yeah, where are these famous books?

They're somewhere.

- Somewhere near f*cking somewhere?
- My books are fine.

We're clean now.

Squeaky, hey?

Still doesn't like
sharing, does he, Mum?

Even when I fell on a sword for him.

Just gonna go for a surf.

Hey,

did Mum ever tell you about how Joe,

he used to walk up behind her

and lay his male member on her shoulder

when she was watching the telly?

[MARY] Scared the shite out of me.

There it was, right in my periphery.

Hey. Ugly parrot. [SQUAWKS]

[SQUAWKS, LAUGHS]

It was you who did that.

Hey, Joe, wait up.

Hey, you've got to get along,

for Jase's sake,

'cause Joey's the only
dad he's known, Trev.

[LOW UNSETTLING MUSIC]

Well, he's not taking my pub

and my son.

Oh, my God, Simone's not here.

- Don't worry about it.
- [SIGHS] Unbelievable.

Thank you, everybody, for coming
in today to resolve this issue.

John.

Firstly, I'd like to state

that my client denies all liability

and is not making any admissions
by meeting with you today.

This publication is a work of fiction

and the character listed
in the concerns notice

is a work of imagination.

[MEDIATOR] They have offered to amend

future editions of the publication.

What do you mean, "future editions"?

Um, "to remove the references
of the character in question

having any knowledge of or involvement

in the importation of dangerous dr*gs

or any other limited but crucial roles

in an illegal drug operation."

No, I don't want any future editions.

I need all editions pulped.

They will not be pulping any books.

They've also agreed to
a no-admission payment

to cover your legal costs

in exchange for a release
from any future claims

against the publisher, their
parent company and the author.

You really can't afford to
fight a multinational corporation

without remortgaging your house

and maybe selling your children.

Just let it go, Hat.
It's not worth your while.

Let it go.

So, we've agreed that
these sections of the book

will be rewritten so the
claimant is not identifiable.

Either they don't run a
drug importation business

or the barmaid didn't know about it.

Both completely change
the nature of the story.

The point is is that she was compromised

by the people in that pub.

All the characters were.

[JOHN] I think you're
getting off lightly

just making a few small
changes to the text.

[CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY]

OK, well, I'll tell you
a change that I want.

I want my name on the book

and I won't accept
anything without that.

[JOHN] That's not gonna happen.

- If you're not happy...
- Why would I not be happy?

My book is a bestseller.

I can't walk down the
street without seeing it

and Eden Murray is talking about it

because there's no-one
else to speak for it.

[LINDY] As I was saying,

if you're not happy making these changes

before we go to print
on the next edition,

Ruth here has offered to
make those changes for you.

So, you'll make changes to my book?

It would be an honour.

I think the simplest solution,

given your very good point
that it would change the story,

would be to remove the
character altogether.

[PUFFS]

Just remove the friend
that works in the bar?

OK, listen, um... [EXHALES]

What if... What if the drug
dealers had another sibling,

like a third brother, maybe?

Oh, yes!

Oh, and we could change the title
of the book while we're at it.

We could call it 'The Third Brother'.

[SIMONE LAUGHS]

It's my book.

I'm not changing it

and I won't let any of you change it.

And I'm coming out as the author.

If you won't put my name on the book,

then I'll just tell the press.

Can't stop me.

- Goodbye.
- [BANGLES JANGLE]

It's OK. It's OK.

Yeah, it wasn't too bad. I mean,

I got dumped a few times, but it
wasn't as bad as the other day.

That's, um, Lily's mum.

[LOW OMINOUS MUSIC]

Hey, what are you doing?

Tess!

You're back.

I thought I saw you...

... at the beach, but y-you disappeared

- before I could speak to you.
- No,

you don't get to speak to me.

- Let me help.
- No.

[BLEAK MUSIC]

[NOTIFICATION BLEEPS]

[SIGHS, CLICKS MOUSE]

_

_

_

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

[MUTTERS] ... 223.

[LINE RINGS]

[EXHALES]

[WOMAN OVER PHONE] South
Coast Regional Police.

Is Detective Clemens still working?

- Clemens? Retired.
- Uh...

Look, I'm just wondering,

what does one do

when the person you gave
a witness statement against

gets out of prison and
returns to your town?

Have you testified against this person?

Well, he pled guilty, so
I wasn't asked to testify,

but the evidence I gave Detective
Clemens led to his arrest.

The number of anxious calls we
get at 3:00 in the morning...

Everyone's convinced their
testimony is the one...

No, I had high-quality intel

and my requests for his police files

have just been denied under
public-interest immunity,

so you can understand I'm
not feeling very protected.

But that's above my pay grade,

but if you're a source,
someone will be in touch

to discuss ongoing security
concerns prior to his release.

He has been released.

So, are you saying there
are security concerns?

Can you give me the name of the person

you gave evidence against?

[SEAGULLS CALL]

[COINS JINGLE]

Thanks, mate.

[LOW SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

- [INSECTS CHIRP]
- [FROG CROAKS]

[JASON AND LILY LAUGH NEARBY]

[LILY] Oh, my God.

[LILY AND JASON SPEAK INDISTINCTLY]

[BOTH LAUGH]

- [DRAGS ON CIGARETTE]
- [UNSETTLING MUSIC]

[TESS] How quickly can you do it?

[MAN] You don't strike me as the type.

[TESS] Well, I guess it
shows you never can tell

who your clients might be.

- It's your money.
- Yes.

I want you to do it,
no matter what it costs.

[PATRONS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY]

Give your brother a wee
job, Joe. Let him back in.

No f*ckin' way.

Imagine him behind the bar,

eyeballing all the families coming in.

He is your family

and those polis took
everything from him.

- You've got Bec, the kids, the house.
- It's my house.

Bec and I worked our arses off for it.

I've barely seen my boys,
I've worked that much,

and he thinks he can walk
in here and take it all?

- All? [SCOFFS]
- [MAN] G'day, Mary.

Hey.

He's got nothing.

And that's all his own doing.

You give him a job or else.

- [INSECTS CHIRP]
- [BIRDS CAW]

[CUSTOMERS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY]

Put that f*ckin' thing down!

[DRAGS ON CIGARETTE]
What's your problem?

You scared of some words?

You should be.

Hm.

Somebody's, what, calling
you names on a page?

They've been calling you those
f*cking names for 20 years, mate.

Haven't they?

If it f*ckin' upsets you,
which is f*ckin' clearly does,

then do something about it.

You don't just tell someone
not to read a bloody book.

- f*ck off.
- Yeah?

You can't f*ckin' cover your rot

with a f*ckin' paint
job and some umbrellas.

Oh, I'm just messin' with ya, c**t.

"People don't say 'c**t' anymore, Dad."

[SCOTTISH ACCENT] "Well,
I'm from Gotham City

and I say 'c**t', you c**t.

Now put yer f*ckin' hand
up. Hey! Defend yourself.

You gotta take it,
become punch resistant."

Keep your f*cking voice down, mate.

[NORMAL ACCENT] You think your customers

don't know what kind of
f*ckin' man you really are.

- [CUSTOMERS EXCLAIM]
- Oof, f*ck!

- [BEC] Hey! Hey!
- [TREVOR] He'd be proud of ya!

- [JOEY] Hey!
- Hey!

- Going for a walk.
- [JOEY] No.

- [MARY] That'll do yer.
- [BEC] Go for a walk.

[DRAGS ON CIGARETTE]

[MARY CHUCKLES] Brothers! Hey?

Look at you.

Come.

- [BUNTING FLAPS LOUDLY]
- [WAVES CRASH]

[HAT] They denied my request
for Trevor's police file

for the protection of... somebody.

Maybe it was there to protect you.

If you can't see it, maybe nobody can.

Well, the police make it seem
like it's in the public interest

to keep it secret.

But to me, that means they're
just protecting themselves.

- I mean, they're the police.
- [HAT] Trevor is walking free

and I have no idea if he knows
what I said about him or not

and I've got no way of finding out.

- [MARK] Just ask him.
- Ah!

Ah, really? That's very
funny, Mark. Thank you.

With these drug cases, isn't it
like a, you know, a whole chain?

One person gets in a
room and dobs on the next?

- Shh.
- The whole...

But, frankly, you did.

But going out there and asking
everyone, "Am I protected?"

You might as well be
saying, "I dobbed on you."

Might as well go down to the pub

and tell Trevor, the way
you're going about it.

Maybe we just take the
kids to Mum's just in case.

You don't think Trevor Calley
can find your mum's house?

Just lay low. Stop asking questions.

But you agree it seems like
the cops are hiding something?

I don't like when you start
sentences, "But you agree... '

OK, fine. Don't. You
are free to not agree.

Look...

... you didn't tell me
the truth for 20 years.

Simone didn't tell you
about the book for years.

So we've pretty much established
nobody around here tells the truth.

Why would the police?

Oh, God. Well,

if Trevor reads that book, I am f*cked.

[SIGHS]

[MARK] Kids, dinner.

[MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY]

What is this book?

[TREVOR] Just some words, Ma.

Just a bit of f*ckin' fun.

[SCOFFS] But they're nae true.

My boys don't treat women like that.

I taught you both better.

Aye, you did.

Joey f*ckin' lacks that
self-discipline, eh?

Always has.

Is that what this book's sayin'?

Or what you're sayin'?

You know what?

If you can get over the crude
portrayal of Dad, oneself,

or the boring f*ckin' female emotions,

it's highly instructive to a...
a sensitive reader like myself.

It's like a game of find the
snake in the f*ckin' grass.

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

[WAVES CRASH]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[ONLOOKERS CLAP]

[MAN] That's the way,
that's the way! Get it!

Under-7 blue team, ready?!

- [BLOWS WHISTLE]
- [CHILD] Come on, keep pulling!

- [CHILDREN EXCLAIM]
- [WHISTLE BLOWS]

Have you read that Anonymous book?

[STAMMERS]

No. Are you reading it?

We're reading it for our book group.

- Oh.
- Whoever's written it has done quite a good job.

But...

But I hate the implication that
you were working for drug barons.

Look, it doesn't matter, Mum, 'cause

it's not about me.

[SOFTLY] But they did import
those dr*gs, those brothers.

Yes.

[STAMMERS] What is your point?

Everybody's saying, "She must
have known. She's not an idiot."

- [WHISTLE BLOWS IN DISTANCE]
- [ONLOOKERS CHEER AND APPLAUD]

If you did know about it,

then I guess that makes me the idiot.

Mum, I...

Of... course I got a bad
feeling about it at the time.

But, no, I didn't know.

[KISSES]

I'm gonna go borrow some cling wrap.

[YOUNG WOMEN LAUGH]

[LAUGHTER ECHOES AND FADES]

- [INSECTS CHIRP]
- [FROG CROAKS]

- There you go, Charlie. Thanks.
- Sweet. Thanks.

Have a good day, darl.

[SIGHS]

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

Don't get much in the way
of baked goods in maxo.

[HAT CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY]

How's life treated you, Hat?

Yeah, good. Um, the kids and... work.

All that.

- Is this sprog yours, then?
- [HAT] Yep.

Yep. Mine and my husband Mark's.

- Hey, fella.
- [RAF] Hi.

[TREVOR] Hey!

You want a snake? Yeah?

- There you go! Hey!
- [HAT MUTTERS SOFTLY] OK.

[CHUCKLES]

OK, that's enough. Yep.

Jase came to visit me once.

He was about this old.

I missed the whole f*ckin' thing.

You know his mum, Deb?

She OD'd while I was away.

Some people have no sense of
self-preservation, do they?

I'm... I'm sorry.

[MARK] Hey.

Mark, can you please
take Raf back with you?

[MARK] Yeah, come on, bud. Come on.

Oh! This is your bloke.

She gives a good massage, doesn't she?

Remember when you used to
fancy the pants off Joey?

But he wanted Tess, didn't he?

He wanted her until he had her.

OK, I think, um, this
conversation's over.

It's time to go, mate.

Yeah. No worries.

I'll f*ck off, then.

Oh, my God.

- [LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC]
- [TREVOR LIGHTS CIGARETTE]

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

[CICADAS DRONE]

[BIRD CAWS]

- [WAVES CRASH]
- [BIRD CAWS]

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC]

[EDEN OVER BROADCAST] The point is
she is all of us and she knows it.

Because it was a deeply generous act

and it was a political act
to be anonymous, you know?

It is like saying, "This is
not about me. I have no name.

This is about you too."

The book belongs to the world now.

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]

[WOMEN CONVERSE INAUDIBLY]

[SKATEBOARD WHEELS SCRAPE]

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]

[LAPTOP KEYBOARD CLICKS]

[GRAVEL CRUNCHES FAINTLY]

[SWING CREAKS]

- [SIGHS]
- [DOOR CLOSES]

Mum?

- [CICADAS DRONE]
- [WAVES CRASH]

[WIND WHISTLES SOFTLY]

Oh, sh*t!

- You can't do that.
- [TREVOR] Do what?

Come in here like that.

Well, I knocked, Hat.

It was unlocked.

[HAT] Well...

I mean... it could startle people.

[TREVOR] I've been
doing a lot of thinking.

Years of thinking.

[HAT] Oh.

[TREVOR] Who do you think...

... sent me down?

I think you know.

Maybe it was those...

bikers you used to hang out with.

See, no matter...

what the situation, if
someone dobs on you...

... you smoke 'em out.

[PEN CLICKS]

Could it be you?

Oh, no!

[TREVOR] Still so little...

... and tiny, Hat.

[HAT SIGHS]

[HAT BREATHES SHAKILY]

Your husband doesn't
look after you, does he?

Yes, he does, actually. He
takes really good care of me.

Not properly.

He's actually gonna be home any second.

[HAT GASPS AND GROANS]

It's the spitting image of you.

Isn't it?

- Hmm?
- Hey, Trev.

I have kids.

Please get off me.

And why do you get to
have your cosy life?

Huh? With your hubby and your kiddos?

And your view?

And I get nothing.

So you...

... you would shove me down a dark hole

and shut the lid forever?

If I find out that this was you...

[HAT GULPS]

... all your lives are gonna
become miserable from now on.

As miserable as mine has been for years.

[WHISPERS] 'Cause I'm
not going anywhere.

[HAT GROANS]

When you've done enough running,

it's time to stand your ground.

But you might have to.

Oh!

I do worry about you, Hat.

You know, all that time that your
Mark spends with that barista.

Mm.

[DOOR OPENS]

- [HAT GASPS]
- [DOOR CLOSES]

[LINE RINGS]

- [MARK OVER PHONE] Hey.
- Mark.

Oh, my God. I love you.

And I'm so sorry that I put
us in this situation, but...

- [MARK] What are you talking about?
- You have to get the kids now

and you have to take them
to your sister's in Sydney.

[MARK] Hat, what's going on?

- Hat?
- OK.

[MARK] Hat, what's going on?

Hat?!

[WIND HOWLS EERILY]

[PRIEST] The power and
love of the Holy Spirit

be with each and every one of
you and those whom you love,

both now and forevermore.

- Amen.
- [CONGREGATION] Amen.

[MAN] Amen.

[PEOPLE CHATTER QUIETLY]

[DOOR OPENS]

[HAT] Do you remember me?

Uh...

[HAT] No?

I gave you information...

... that led to a drug bust.

[DOOR OPENS]

Uh, sorry. That... that

would have been a... a long time ago.

Yeah. 2002.

[FOOTSTEPS PASS]

He's been given an early release.

He came to my house

and threatened me and my children.

[SIGHS]

Trevor Calley.

Please help me.

The truth is you didn't
technically inform on him

because we couldn't use

any of the information
you provided to me.

What do you mean?

None of it?

Believe me, I wanted to, but...

[SIGHS]

Sometimes there's a conflict
of interest and they spike it.

[STAMMERS] Whose conflict of interest?

Might have been Drug Squad,
Organised Crime Squad.

I mean, one day it's there on
the database, the next, it's off.

Basically, it's someone upstairs

telling you to stand down.

And then they redact all the files?

Well, sometimes it's necessary

to protect people's lives. I mean,

producing those documents could

compromise police procedure.

So you dumped my statement?

[CLEMENS SIGHS SOFTLY]

They didn't need to use your intel

in their warrant application for the pub

and they didn't use it.

And you dumped the r*pe
accusations along with it?

I didn't 'dump' any r*pe accusation.

You didn't pursue it with any diligence.

It's no big deal. Yeah, who cares?

It's a tough business and
there wasn't enough evidence.

You didn't even send
her clothes to the lab.

I did... I did everything that I could.

It was completely taken out of my hands.

So my life, my kids'
lives are in danger.

Tess has had to suffer
all these years, but you...

You and your friends,

you don't think people
around here read, hmm?

How do you think I feel?

Being painted as the guy
who just didn't give a sh*t

about a young girl's r*pe.

You know, I've had a lot of
time to think about this too.

Why did Trevor go down and Joey didn't?

Why didn't you?

[UNEASY MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Ah, Baris.

Hi. Yes, I need to ask
you one more favour, sorry.

Where does one go to
request the application

on a historic search warrant?

It's the Oceanview pub,
Coalcliff, New South Wales.

The last week of January to
the first week of February 2002.

Ah, great.

Thank you. Bye.

[RETURNS PEN TO BEDSIDE TABLE]

[CHIMING AND BRIGHT MUSIC ON VIDEO GAME]

[JOEY] Few more minutes and you
can have your dinner, alright?

[CHIMING AND BRIGHT MUSIC
CONTINUE ON VIDEO GAME]

Trevor, Joey.

Park your bums and listen to me.

This concerns the both of youse.

It breaks my heart that you two

cannae find a way to make amends.

But if that is your position,
then I need to decide mine.

[JOEY] Your position on what?

The future.

Stop talking in riddles, Ma.

What are you talking about?

I've had an offer.

[JOEY] What do you mean? What offer?

The pub.

Business, land, the lot.

What the f*ck? I'm not
f*cking selling my pub.

Well, it's my pub. [SCOFFS]

I bought it for the pair of youse.

I mean, you could part ways amicably

and I wouldn't have to watch you fight

all my last dying days.

Why is this coming in now?

How the f*ck should
I know? 'Cause it has.

What you f*cking do?

Some greasy bag of cash
you got buried in the bush?

[CHUCKLES] Got nothing
to do with me, mate.

Who made the offer?

Harry...

Er... Ellis, he's called.

He's from Parramatta way.

Says he wants a sea change.

No.

Not interested.

You could buy another pub. Start afresh.

And what if we say no?

- It's not up to you.
- [TREVOR CHUCKLES]

Or you could stay, Joe.

- But you'd have to buy me out my half.
- Oh, f*ck off!

[TREVOR CHUCKLES]

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

[TREVOR] Sounds like a
celebration's in order, Mum.

[BIRDS CAW]

That's... what you've been doing?

[SCOFFS]

All this secretive sneaking around.

Are you out of your f*cking mind?

You've got to be f*cking joking.

[VICKI LAUGHS MIRTHLESSLY]

I'm... I'm not staying here.

It's one thing to come for a year, babe.

But I'm not living here,

down here in this misogynistic
backwater and running a pub!

We're not gonna run a pub, Vic.

We're gonna buy it and then
burn it to the f*cking ground.

[WAVES CRASH LOUDLY]

♪ So don't come looking for me ♪

♪ I've got no joy to lend ♪

♪ Protect myself like a fortress ♪

♪ Isolating ♪

♪ Bridge withdrawing ♪

♪ Isolated ♪

♪ I can't take it ♪