01x09 - Arson Case

[bunniefuu]

(rock music)

(downbeat music)

- [Guido Voiceover] Some things are meant to be solid.

(mumbles), your friends, your enemies, your father,

the stupidity of a necktie.

- Honestly, you're not,

you're not gonna wear that, are you?

- What's wrong with it?

(laughing)

- Hey.

Trust me.

- Jesus, where did you get this?

- Words like honor, loyalty,

and bravery come to mind when I speak of this man,

a man who's dedicated his entire adult life

to the police service,

who's earned the respect of his peers--

- [Guido Voiceover] We all line up for awards

whether it's a medal or a pat on the head.

A pat on the head would be good.

- [Speaker] The light of idealism in his eyes

and a burning desire in his heart

to serve the government and people of this state.

I present to you a man I rely on a colleague

and count on as a friend,

Detective Inspector Bill Martin.

(audience applauding)

- [Guido Voiceover] When your workmates

applaud louder than your family--

- [Speaker] Recognition of years dedication

and service to the state police.

- [Guido Voiceover] What does that say about your family?

(audience applauding)

(telephone ringing)

- I know who you are, Miss Greer.

What can I do for you?

- It's Emma.

The backpacker (mumbles) fire.

The hostel that was b*rned down six years ago,

I'm writing a feature article on it.

- [Eddie] Yeah, why?

- Because the wrong man was convicted

of the m*rder of young backpackers

and the investigating officer at the time knew about it.

Tommy Rossiter.

He was convicted off murders on the evidence of one man.

- I thought there was a judge and jury.

- The eye witness account of one man,

Vince Divola, who yesterday told me that he had lied.

- Well you know, small time crim big noting himself.

Anything else 'cause you know what,

I got a heap of them I could fit up today.

- The case was run out of this office.

I want it reopened.

- Sure.

See the ombudsman.

- Okay.

- It's a serious claim.

- Yeah, she's just a sh*t stirrer.

- And so we just ignore her?

- Place went up like a b*mb.

backpackers were trapped on the top floor.

No sprinklers, no fire escape, nothing.

They didn't stand a chance.

- [Donna] How did they get away with it?

- About the other night.

- It was my fault.

I'll call you.

- Okay.

This is Tommy's profile.

He's adopted, feels like the odd one out.

He hates school, he's dyslexic.

Discovers lighting the odd fire

takes the edge off his frustration,

but by then, he's in and out of (mumbles) boy's home

and a serial arsonist.

- There you are, love.

Just keep it going.

Give them whatever they want.

(men cheering)

- Your pension term, Bill.

- Mate, when I go, I won't need a bloody pension.

I'll be in a body bag.

You'll be carrying it, you lazy bastard.

Hey darlin', when the money runs out,

you can melt that down.

Cheers. (laughing)

- It's always cops don't stick their necks out anymore.

It's all yes sir, no sir.

- Hey.

Thought you'd find better things to do.

- Come on, dad.

Do you think I'd miss this?

- I would have,

Bastards wouldn't let me though.

You doing good?

Nice tie.

- Yeah.

Everything's good with you?

- Yeah, yeah, great.

Got everything I need right here in this room.

- (mumbles), mate.

Boss's go, mate.

- Cheers.

Boss wants to leave.

Gotta go and do a bit of the usual.

- Flash suit, Guido.

(mumbles)

- Hey, stick around.

We'll have a drink.

(Cameron clearing throat)

- I'm out of here.

I feel like a spare d*ck at a wedding.

- Yeah, go.

Just go.

I'll be fine.

- What (mumbles) for? (laughing)

- I worked with Bill Martin for four years.

He was very good to me.

- Okay, well if there is any truth to this whatsoever

and it comes out that we had warning

and didn't do anything about it,

I was thinking maybe me and Donna

could have a little look on the quiet.

- I want this checked out by the book.

I don't want there to be any doubts

for Emma Greer to get her claws into.

- Oh, what about Guido?

I mean, if it was me, I would want to know personally.

- Brand new Porsche wrecked on the side of the highway.

The driver's side door's been ripped clean off.

The owner was going ballistic.

I pull over, I'm gonna get the guy out.

Turns out to be a bloody lawyer

so I said to him calm down, give me all the details.

He starts shouting.

He says, "What are you doing harassing me?!

"This Porsche cost more than you earn in a bloody year!

"You should be after the lunatic that side swiped my car!"

So I'm looking at the guy,

give him the eyeball, the lawyer,

and I say, "I'm sorry, sir.

"I'm sorry to tell you this,

"but you've lost more than the door of the car.

"Look at your arm."

He looks down, sure enough, there's a bloody stump.

He says, "Oh sh*t, there goes my Timex."

(laughing)

- That's Rolex, man.

(laughing)

Got a big career in comedy.

- You know, heroes are accidental.

Wrong place, right time kind of thing,

but legends are made.

And when they made your old man,

they threw away the mold.

Yeah.

You know, I'd take a b*llet for him.

(people chattering)

- [Female Speaker] Thank you.

- [Emma] He's an impressive man, your father.

- Yeah, he is.

Are you on the job?

I mean, I don't mean-- - No.

- [Guido] You know what I mean.

- No, I know what you mean and I'm not a cop.

I'm writing an article about cops, hero cops.

- So you're a journo?

- Yeah, though I just clocked off.

It's become unprintable in there.

Do you want to go get a drink?

- Tommy, says that you were seen

running from the backpacker hostel

just moments before the fire.

- It was that Vince Divola.

He's a g*dd*mn liar.

- Pretty hard not to believe.

I mean, you've been lighting fires

since you were years old, mate.

You're a serial arsonist.

- I do buildings, not people.

You cops docked at the evidence, you and Dovolo together.

(metal clattering)

Take me back to my cell, man.

(people chattering)

Hey, give my regards to Bill Martin and his mates.

Tell them I hope they burn in hell!

(metal door slamming)

- That's our boy.

Vince.

How you go, mate?

You all right?

- This journalist Emma Greer

says that she bought you a few beers

and you whispered in her ear that you lied in court.

- That's bullshit.

She's lying through her teeth.

- But you did meet with her?

- I was having a quiet drink.

She comes up and buys me beers and vodka.

Comes on to me big time.

(laughing)

- Yeah, I'd like to see that.

- Not everyone goes for the designer suits, Mr. Mercia.

- Listen mate, either you lied in court

or you lied to the journalist, all right?

Perverting the court of justice or public mischief.

If you're a record, mate,

either way you're in deep sh*t unless you cooperate,

all right?

- So what did you two lovebirds talk about?

- She was in my face about Tommy Rossiter,

wanted to know whether I'd really seen him

at the backpacker fire.

- Yeah, and what did you tell her?

- I said yeah.

What do you think, I'm a liar?

You think I'm gonna change my testimony?

It could get me into serious trouble.

(mumbles), Mr. Mercia.

(fire crackling) (downbeat music)

- So, answer me one question about your father

and then I can put him to bed and concentrate on you.

What gives him his edge?

- I don't know, what makes anyone great?

- Let's start with the obvious.

Dedication.

- Yeah, hour commitment.

- He's incredibly handsome.

(laughing)

- Well, gee, I guess.

- Charismatic obviously, ruthless.

- [Guido] Yeah.

I mean, with certain crims.

- Knows when to bend the rules.

- I don't know, he's resourceful.

We have to be.

- Would he ever break the rules?

- It's a slippery slope.

- So he'd never break the rules?

- Well once you're on it, you can't go back.

- Do you want to be like him?

- Me?

- Hm, you.

You hungry?

- [Guido] Yeah, I'm starving.

- Japanese?

- I'm more of a pizza kind of a guy.

(upbeat music)

(glass clattering)

sh*t.

(laughing)

- Don't, don't stop.

(laughing)

(police radio chatter) (telephone ringing)

I'll call you, okay?

- You look like sh*t.

- [Guido] None of your business.

- Guido, I gotta tell you something.

It's pretty serious, about your old man.

This little Emma Greer has been going around making claims

that your old man rigged evidence

in the backpacker (mumbles) case.

- What?

- She reckons that she's turned his principle witness,

a guy named Vince Divola.

- Bullshit.

- No sh*t, she dumped it on my lap yesterday.

- And you didn't tell me?

You didn't come and talk to me?

- It's all right.

I've checked it out with Divola.

- What, you've talked to him first?

- Hey, there's nothing to worry about, all right?

Your old man's solid.

- Of course, he's solid!

What gives you the right to go digging around my old man?

- Hey, hang on a second. - Guido, a word.

Both of you.

- It was family.

Someone should have told him.

- We were ordered not to.

- Yeah, well if the shoe was on your foot--

- If there's an investigation into my old man, I'll do it!

- I'm sorry.

I can't allow that.

You're emotionally involved.

- I can still be objective.

- Eddie and Donna will run the case.

I'm sure Bill has done the right thing.

(door slamming)

Do we know who the other investigating officers

on the case were?

- Yeah, Neil Tynan.

You know him?

- Get uniformed and keep an eye on Divola.

Insurance.

- Do you mean watching him, protecting him, or what?

- Call it a comprehensive policy and look after Guido.

Make sure that he's kept informed.

- Take a long hard look

'cause every night when you're inside,

every time you close your eyes,

I want you to see this boy's face.

Get him out of my sight.

You didn't hang around last night.

- I met this girl, dad.

- I hope she was worth it.

- She's a journo.

She's doing an article on the backpacker (mumbles) fires.

- Yeah, I told her what I'm telling you.

We got the right guy.

- So you know her?

- She's been pestering me for weeks.

- She's saying you did a deal with Vince Divola.

You put him at the scene of the fire.

- We light the fire too, did we?

Look, Tommy got what was coming to him.

He's a pyro.

k*lled kids for $,.

- That it?

I got work to do.

- Well, there's some stuff I said

that could be taken the wrong way.

We had a few drinks and stuff about bending the rules.

- She got you into the cot, didn't she?

(laughing)

Got his leg over and sang like a bird.

- You're being investigated, dad.

- Oh yeah, by who?

- Eddie Mercia and Donna Parry.

- Don't worry about me.

- Not Teflon bloody Bill, mate.

- He'd be hard to live with.

- Yeah.

He wasn't around that much.

- Still your hero.

- Every kid needs one of those.

He was always working lots.

Walked out when I was .

- If there's one chance in ,

there's an innocent man in jail,

we can't walk away from that.

(engine rumbling)

- Read it.

It's the forensic report on the fire.

An excessive amount of accelerant was used for the fire,

your standard petrol,

which suggests an amateur job rather than professional

and Tommy has been lighting fires since he was years old.

- Which proves he's a wacko.

- Which proves he's an expert.

Read the report.

- So why didn't Tommy's lawyers use this in court?

- Because it was never presented at trial.

- This is bullshit.

- The investigating officers never released it.

- Can I talk to you now alone?

(police radio chatter)

Can you tell me

why you're trying to destroy a good cop's career?

- I'm doing my job.

- [Guido] Well, is sex part of the job too?

- Okay, maybe I should have been up front with you,

but I'm a journalist and if I hear that your father

has sent Tommy to prison for a crime hd didn't commit,

then it's my job to write about it.

- My father is a good man.

He's a decent man.

He would never knowingly send an innocent man to jail.

- Your father struck a deal with Vince Divola

to falsely identify Tommy at the scene of the fire.

Divola told me.

- Oh yeah?

What did he get,

your basic Napolitano or your supreme--

(loud slapping)

- Tommy has a wife and an eight year old daughter

and that little girl is gonna grow up

without a father thanks to Bill Martin.

- Guido, let us handle this, mate.

You're too close, all right?

Just walk away.

- Right, yeah, could you if it was your old man?

- There are any number of reasons

why he might have buried the report.

- When are you gonna put that poor boy out of his misery?

- Justin can look after himself.

- He's drooling like a puppy dog.

Madeleine, how is it going? - Hi.

I had a look at the trial notes.

- [Eddie] Yeah.

- The case against Tommy seems strong enough

maybe even without Divola's testimony.

- What if he lied?

- Perjured himself?

- [Eddie] Well, would it be grounds for a retrial?

- Well yeah, if you could prove it.

Yeah, certainly.

- Hi. - Oh, hi.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Well, let me know

if there's anything else I can do for you.

- Okay.

- I walk where I want and I wear what I want.

What are you, a fashion n*zi?

- Reg is an old patient of mine, a retired CEO.

- Nice hat, mate.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

(laughing)

- Puppy dog, huh?

Come on. - What's that?

- Yeah, what's that, exactly, drool.

- Hey, (mumbles).

Hey, I need that brief.

(faint speaking)

- There was a time when you had a problem with a cop,

you dealt with it face to face,

didn't go sneaking around with some pissant investigation.

- [Eddie] What can I say, mate?

- Hey, you want to back up, mate?

- Times change, you know?

- Yeah.

Bill Martin deserves the respect he's earned.

- What happened to the forensics report, Detective Tynan?

- I don't believe I was talking to you.

I said back up, mate!

- Do you want to answer Detective Parry?

- Well back then, we didn't submit forensics.

We used our discretion or the lawyers walked all over us.

We knew Tommy Rossiter was extorting money

from the owner of the backpacker hostel.

The owner was broke, so he gave him $,.

This wasn't enough for our Tommy

so he b*rned down the place anyway.

Plus, we have Vince Divola puts him at the scene.

- No, the truth is you concealed that report.

(Neil chuckling)

Tosser.

(engine rumbling)

- How are you? - I'm really good.

How are you?

- Yeah, not too bad, not too bad.

Nicholas.

- Hello.

- How you going?

- [Nicholas] Good.

- This is my sister, Anna.

- [Eddie] Oh, hello.

- This is Eddie Mercia.

- The cop?

- Yeah.

- [Eddie] Yeah.

- Is there a problem?

- No, no, no problem.

I was gonna ask you

if you wanted to go to the movies with me.

- [Nicholas] Yeah, excellent.

- Nicholas, don't you have some homework to do?

- Only a little bit.

No, I want to go to the movies.

- Dumb idea?

I should have called, sorry.

- You want me to go to the movies with you?

- Yeah, or dinner, whatever.

- Like a date?

- Well, yeah.

(laughing)

What?

- Nothing.

- I don't think so. (chuckling)

- I just had a date like a normal person.

- Yeah, so did I.

- [Female Speaker] Yeah, you've had lots of dates.

- Well, so have you.

- I've had appointments,

I've had Monday nights regulars,

I had bookings,

but you go down as my first proper date, so thank you.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh come on, Eddie.

You know what I'm talking about.

You're a cop.

- And you're a crisis nurse.

I don't know, I'm confused.

- Yeah, now I'm a crisis nurse.

Eddie, I was on the street when I was ,

me and Anna both.

We were on the gear within two years.

The whole train smashed.

I'm sure you could get some of the finer details

off one of your fancy computers at work.

- I don't go around

doing background checks on my social life.

- Yeah, well maybe it would save you wasting your time.

- Is that what I'm doing, is it?

- Aren't you?

Come on, Eddie.

You're a cop.

It's not gonna work,

but tonight, tonight was great.

(upbeat music) (metal clattering)

- Did you light the fire, Tommy?

- You're desperate for me to say yes, aren't you?

(match striking)

Screw you, man, 'cause I didn't.

- Okay, you've got about one minute

before we're out of here.

- The owner of the backpacker hostel

did ask me to torch his building.

Desperate for the insurance.

Paid me five grand up front,

promised another when it was done.

Checked the place out and I pulled the plug.

- Why?

- Place was a death trap.

There was no way I was touching it.

- And is there any way you could prove you didn't do it?

- I was out of town in Foster.

Suzy phoned me while I was there.

- As she said, she was with you the night of the fire.

- Yeah, she tried to give me an alibi

because she could see I was being screwed by your old man.

- Yeah, well she's a liar.

- And when he found out, she got months for perjury.

- Yeah, what's this alibi number two?

- Nah, this is the truth.

- Your wife, she's a proven liar.

- Check it out.

There must be phone records or something.

- Tommy, your wife's just arrived, mate.

- Or are you just like your old man?

We done here or what?

My wife and kid are waiting.

(metal door creaking)

(giggling)

Hello, sweetheart.

- Never to be released.

It's a long time for an eight year old.

- You tell that to the parents of the backpackers.

- Your hair smells nice.

Who did that?

(telephone ringing) (people chattering)

- Guido, I got some stuff on Vince Divola, right?

Following the fire, a week later,

he had three burglary charges that were dropped.

Neil Tynan was the arresting officer on all three.

- So?

Cops do deals all the time.

- I'm gonna have to check it out with Divola.

Just letting you know.

- Well, you do what you gotta do.

- Guido? - What?!

- Your dad called.

He wants you to call him back.

(telephone ringing)

- Dad, it's me.

- [Joe] The problem with cops these days

is there's no loyalty.

Everything has to be transparent.

- But you can't have loyalty and transparency, man.

It's bullshit.

- Over here!

Neil, shift your ass across, will you?

Come on, come on, come on, sit down here.

What do you want, a steak?

Leave it, leave that there.

Have his, have his.

He's talking too much anyway.

- Yeah, well as I was saying,

the problem with cops these days, no loyalty,

especially the new breed.

- What, are you saying that my boy here is not loyal,

this good looking young man?

You're telling me he's not loyal?

- That's exactly what I'm telling you.

- Well, you better have some hard evidence

to support that serious allegation

because sure as sh*t if you don't, I might just--

- Dad, could you put away the g*n, dad?

- You put up or shut up.

- He's been talking to Tommy Rossiter.

- He telling the truth?

- Yeah, I had to have a word with him.

- So how's Tommy doing these days?

- He's whinging he got a crook deal.

- That'll be Tommy all right.

Bastard would whinge under wet cement.

(laughing)

- [Neil] Enjoy your steak.

(engine rumbling)

- Keep up the good fight, eh?

- Dad, can you just tell me

why you dropped three charges against Vince Divola

a week after the fire?

- [Bill] Why don't you ask Divola?

- Dad, I'm asking you.

- We pulled barbecued bodies out of that building.

Some of them were so badly b*rned,

they were fused together.

We had parents from England, from New Zealand,

Norway, bloody India,

all they wanted was to find their kid's body and to hold it.

That's the bit that got me.

All they wanted was something to hold on to,

something to cry over,

and I couldn't give it to them,

not at first I couldn't.

But do you think those parents

are gonna cry over Tommy Rossiter?

No way,

but I guarantee you this,

you open this up

and you're gonna force those poor bastards

to relive their whole agony all over again.

- What if you're wrong?

- We didn't get the wrong man.

Don't let these people fool you.

They're all pushing their own agenda.

Believe me.

(engine rumbling)

- What do you mean, you lost him?

Oh great.

Divola's missing.

Appears he's gone underground.

- Not literally I hope.

- Just because we're running this inquiry

does not mean Bill Martin doesn't deserve our full respect.

- I'm sorry, boss.

- So the owner of the backpacker hostel,

surely he's a person of interest?

- Sam Selezny.

He d*ed two years ago.

A cocktail of booze and painkillers.

Divola's our only connection.

- Then we better locate him.

Tell uniform.

- Detective Martin's phone.

- They lost him.

They can bloody well find him.

- Yeah sure, I'll pass it on.

Thanks.

Yup, thanks.

(mumbles)

- Oh, that was the people from the phone records.

It appears that Tommy's wife did call Foster

: p.m. on the night of the fire for minutes.

- Yeah, but that doesn't mean she spoke to Tommy.

- Yeah, true.

(telephone ringing)

(siren blaring)

- Cameron's right, you know?

It doesn't prove much.

- Follow a man's footsteps

and you expect them to lead somewhere decent, you know?

- You shouldn't worry about it too much.

You've got your own decency.

I know when my old man d*ed,

I was thinking to myself life's over, that's it.

You know what?

It was just beginning.

- sh*t, old man's not dead yet.

- Well, I know,

but what I mean is that you reach a certain point

and in time, in life, or whatever,

we you just have to break free, you know?

- Dad, why didn't you check out Suzy Rossiter's phone alibi?

- Good to see you too, son.

Take a seat.

- She rang Tommy the night of the fire.

- Well, she's a lying bitch.

- Oh yeah, like you buried the forensic report.

- Whatever Neil did was under my command

with my authority-- - Dad,

dad, and you're happy with that,

are you, dad?

Making it up as you go along?

You framed a guy.

- Look, you got a r*pist, all right?

Some sicko's into little girls or whatever

and you catch the bastard,

but it looks like he might get off on a technicality,

some wrong date on the search warrant kind of thing, okay?

So what do you do?

Do you change the date or do you let him go,

go and ruin some other kid's life?

Where do we draw the line?

- We don't.

We only get a choice of if,

and when, and by how much we cross the line.

Dad, Tynan's gonna drag you down with him.

- The DPP is not gonna reopen a six year old m*rder case

on the word of a crim's wife.

I can guarantee that and I hear Divola's gone missing,

so they got nothing.

- Dad, they've picked up Divola.

(telephone ringing)

- All right, let's go, mate.

Watch your head.

This way.

Around here, please.

Okay, Fran is gonna look after you.

We'll see you in a sec.

Get a ballistics report done.

Divola's coming up in the world.

He's got two handguns on him.

- Good, make use of it.

- I'll need ballistics checks on these.

- Okay.

How's Wednesday night for you?

- I'll have to check my diary. - Mm-hmm.

But I gotta warn you, this could be my final offer.

- Justin, you've got a noodle on the side of your face.

- Where?

- Just there.

- But Divola's not gonna admit to the backpacker fire.

He'll cop the firearms charge instead.

- I want in on this, Sharon.

- Make a deal with him.

You want Tommy to get his life back, do the deal.

(intense music)

- You're in a lot of trouble, Vince.

You're facing serious charges, man.

- They're not mine.

I found them.

- I don't care whether you found them

or you pulled them out of your ass.

You are looking at lots of time,

you lying little scumbag, lots of time.

- I want to talk to someone else.

- If you've got something to say, Vince,

you should tell him.

- See, once we put this

with perverting the course of justice,

what, be facing seven to eight years, yeah?

Just like Tommy.

Only difference is you will deserve it.

- Yeah, you can't pin that on me.

- You conspired with Neil Tynan

and sent an innocent man to jail.

- Bullshit.

You want to charge me for the g*ns,

then charge me, but stuff you.

I ain't cop my arrest.

- Yeah, let's see what the lab's gotta say.

(door slamming)

- Guido-- - All right.

- Guido-- - Okay, good.

- Your old man wants a word with you.

Now, you'll never be half the man your father is.

- Oh yeah, if you had the bloody balls, Neil,

you'd come forward yourself,

or is loyalty something

you only talk about when you're pissed?

- Oh, you'd know a lot about loyalty, wouldn't you, mate?

- Divola's not gonna change his tune.

The man's scum.

He's a petty little crim

and you're gonna use his word against me?

- You've left me no choice, dad.

- You're supposed to be family.

- That's a good one coming from you.

You're the one who pissed off on us.

You want to talk about family?

All right, come on.

Let's talk 'cause I never understood

why'd you piss off on us?

- Is that what this is about?

You want to get even?

- I just want to know, dad.

- The love dried up.

That's all, son.

That's the way it goes sometimes.

Let's go, Neil.

- [Eddie] This is it, Vince.

- Here's the ballistics report.

It says that your g*n sh*t dead

a security guard months ago.

- Bullshit.

- It's here in black and white.

We struck gold.

- I told you I found them.

- [Guido] Yeah, you found them?

- Okay, I stole them.

I can show you their house.

- You see, I don't give a sh*t

because they got your prints all over them,

so that's gonna be good enough for a judge.

- You help us, Vince.

We can help you.

- Now you didn't see Tommy light that fire, did you?

You falsified evidence, you've lied under oath,

you denied an eight year old girl life with her father.

You're scum,

but you know,

if you're happy to wear that and the weapons charge,

I mean, I'm happy to accommodate.

What's it gonna be?

You go down for the g*ns or admit that you lied.

The big charge or little charge, what's it gonna be?

Your choice.

- You people are all the same.

- No, no, we're not, Vince.

Now, what's it gonna be?

- Sorry it turned out like this.

- Yeah.

- You want to have a chat or something?

You all right? - No, yeah, thanks.

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I want to talk to you in private.

- You got something to say?

You can say it right here.

- Vince Divola's recanted his testimony.

- Yeah, you did a deal with him just like Neil did.

- No, I did a deal to get to the truth, not a lie.

Now, the case is being reopened.

- So, what do you want, a medal?

- No, I don't need anything from you.

Everything I need's right over here.

- Listen, son.

If Tommy walks, it's only a matter of time

before he's back lighting fires,

and next time, it'll be a school or a church.

More people are gonna die

and you're gonna have to live with that

because you turned the key and set him loose

and maybe this time you're gonna have to be the poor prick

who has to pull the kid's bodies out of the ashes.

- Integrity Commission's gonna want to talk to you, dad.

- Do you really think Bill (mumbles) go down for this?

You have no understanding

of the depth of loyalty we have for this man.

Somebody's gonna have to take the fall.

- Yeah, some bastard's gonna have to wear it.

- Yeah, that's right, Joe.

- Yeah, you're gonna have to put your hand up, mate.

- (laughing) Yes, boss.

Anything you say, boss.

- No, no.

You are gonna have to put your hand up.

- Guido.

- What?

- A copy of my article.

Really is Teflon Bill, isn't he?

Cop named Joe Robinson's going to wear it

and my business card is there too

in case you want to clarify anything.

- Is there anything else?

- No.

- Aren't you gonna read it?

- No point.

- You up for a beer?

- Yeah.

No vodka.

- Why?

- Might cr*ck onto you.

- Right.

No vodka.

(telephone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Eddie] Hey, it's me.

- I was thinking about you.

- Me?

- [Female Speaker] Yup.

- Good thoughts?

- Yeah, very good thoughts.

- I was thinking about everything

that you said to me before.

I don't care.

I want to see you again.

I want to know all about you, everything.

I want you to know all about me.

I want to see you again.

- Any particular order?

- No particular order.

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