Janus (1994) s01e11 Episode Script

(RETCHING) MAN: Come on, mate.
Get it out.
That's it.
Get it all out.
Keep going.
WOMAN: Let me in! (Bangs on door) (Retches violently) He's alright! He'll be alright! Let me in! What's happening? Get it out.
PETER: Mal kills people.
I know Mal kills people.
They go missing.
And who knows what happens to them? Who cares? No-one's gonna ask any questions.
But we know what happens to them, don't we? No.
Murder's a whole new ball game, Steve.
We're getting a clear picture of your brother.
Mal.
Killing people for no reason.
Well! 'Cause he doesn't like them.
At any time.
How's that baby of yours? Michael.
What? After that overblown bloody barrister? So Kirsty bring him down here, does she? You get to hold him? Yeah, with 20 bloody people watching.
Doesn't like that wife of yours much, does he? Kill members of his own family, if it suited him.
Still, Shirl can protect her.
Be much better if you were with the family, though, wouldn't it? This trial's gonna see you inside for, what, five years? Minimum.
Any time you want out, you just let me know.
(Knocks) Someone should tell you, Mr Faithful.
Not good form to give up your brother.
I'm no dog.
MAN ON VAN RADIO: Roger that, Crime 15.
Looks all clear ahead.
Turn at William, then at Little Bourke.
Thanks for the escort.
PETER: No sweat, Prison 24.
Dozen points before Remand he could try it.
JAN: He won't go for the van.
Know what'll happen when we lose that listening device? I'm gonna stop worrying about Mal's bullshit.
Mate, if Mal says it, we worry.
If he goes for anyone, it'll be Cassidy.
PETER ON RADIO: Approaching Little Bourke Street now.
All appears clear.
Bugger it! One off and I'm rooted.
Story of my life.
Don't worry, mate.
Plenty of time to finish it.
PETER ON RADIO: We're at the County Court.
It's all clear.
PETER: This time, he was mouthing off.
Next time, he won't be.
I know Mal.
Ease up once, he'll go for it.
MAN: Let's go! Come on.
Keep moving.
Losing the reference to the money, that is the joke.
How do I edit that to make sense? Steve mentions it six times.
Eventually, the jury'll say, "This has been doctored.
" Rob, if I was Michael Kidd, I'd bust a ball to have it ruled inadmissible.
The guy's on the dole.
He's got $40,000 cash In the freezer.
How will that look to a jury? Like they're crooks! Highly prejudicial.
We wouldn't want that happening.
We can live without evidence of the money in the voir dire.
Is he prosecuting or defending? Or hasn't he decided yet? Jury pool.
Fourth floor.
Thanks.
These things happen, right? We just keep going.
It shits me.
Kidd rolled you something fierce.
Whose side are you on? Well, it all evens out.
Uh four, please.
MAN ON VIDEO: Hello.
What can we do for you? How can we help? FOREIGN MAN: I've been called to court.
What happens? Can you explain how a jury works? What matter have you been accused of? Oh, no! Uh Coleman? Not me.
I am the judge.
Donald James Coleman? That's right.
Lucky last.
Had trouble finding us? Yes, I did.
Sorry.
You haven't missed much.
Sit wherever you like.
Thanks.
Hey, the film that Spielberg never talks about! Now I understand.
You've been called forjury service.
Excellent! Excellent! Come with me to my office.
Please come in.
Sit down.
Anyone for a game? Why not? We playing for stakes? I could use some pocket money.
No, better not.
500? Dave Maloney.
Done this before? No, no.
Me neither.
Could be interesting.
MAN ON VIDEO: It is based on British common law.
In medieval times (MOBILE PHONE RINGS) such as trial by battle or ordeal by fire.
We did all this in school.
My neighbour was called up last year.
I can't remember a thing.
She waited around for a week, then they sent her home.
They can do that? They can do anything.
She said to bring a good book.
Oh, great.
You're kidding! She told me a few things.
Well, you survived that.
Yeah, trial by video! It's come at a really bad time.
We could all say that.
I teach some VCE subjects, and the kids' assignments are due.
They need lots of help.
I wouldn't worry about it.
Schoolteachers never get on juries.
Too smart.
Schoolteachers, librarians, doctors, they never get on.
Might know more than the bloody lawyers.
I asked the principal to get me off, but he wouldn't.
Did you have any trouble? No.
Because you're the boss? More or less.
I I arrange my own schedule.
Oh.
Usual mobiles, pagers - the odd smart alec.
Uh ladies and gentlemen.
We need a jury.
Well, fancy that! When your name's called, please move to the left of the room.
Donald James Coleman.
That's me.
Last in, first out.
Your occupation, sir? Manager.
Retired.
Sally-Anne Hacket.
(DETECTOR BEEPS) Thank you, sir.
Fred Stevens.
GROSSMAN: Mr Kidd, I assume you have something for me.
KIDD: My submission, Your Honour, that a restriction be placed on any reference by the press to the VicBank trial.
It'd be prejudicial if the public turned this matter into a rerun of that trial, at which both my client and my learned friend's client were acquitted.
Mmm.
Yes.
Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I stress publication Rose, they're on their way.
of the accused's previous history, whether acquitted or not, would interfere with justice.
That must not happen during the course of this trial.
The second matter, Your Honour, is the level of security outside the court.
The number of police! And the metal detectors! Any juror passing through would be entitled to believe we're dealing with some extraordinary people here.
I can only assume it's because of the protected witnesses.
However I didn't know Steve wore glasses.
Instant respectability.
KIDD: A piece of theatre.
Any juror would be led to presume that these men are extremely dangerous.
Mr Kidd, I have no more control over court security than you do.
Please turn any phones off and give them to the tipstaff.
It's illegal to have a phone in the jury room.
Hey, I'm confused.
Is it 'heads', they're guilty, 'tails', they're innocent? ROSE: Sarah Jane Rossiter, bank officer.
(Whispers) Challenge her.
Challenge.
Nicholas Stephanou, motor mechanic.
ROSE: Gail Jennifer La Motte, schoolteacher.
(Whispers) Sure we want her? Conchie.
Won't send anyone Jesus Christ! They're not gonna let her on.
Thomas Raymond Williams, horse trainer.
Challenge.
Criminal record.
Pity.
He would've done us.
Donald James Coleman, retired manager.
Retrenched.
He'll be nasty on the system.
Mistake number two.
Strike three.
You're out.
ROSE: Grant Rollins, storeman.
Look, I'll be the bunny, if no-one else is game.
What does being foreman involve? Or forewoman.
Um chairperson, really, I suppose.
Make sure everybody has a say.
Any penalty rates? I think you should do it.
We're supposed to take a vote.
I reckon you too.
Looks like you're it, Donny.
GROSSMAN: Thank you, Mr Tipstaff, if you would.
All witnesses are commanded to leave the court and the hearing of the court until called to give evidence.
KIDD: 10 bucks, Manoulis.
I backed him as foreman.
Picked his assistant as well, eh? You can pay me with hard cash or alcohol, whatever.
GROSSMAN: Mr Manoulis, the transcript recorders inform my associate they will have our first few pages ready in an hour.
I trust that will be satisfactory? WOMAN: Where are the toilets? MAN: Down to the right.
WOMAN: Thanks.
GROSSMAN: Thanks, Rose.
That'll be all we need, I think.
Bit of psycho-sexual bonding, Michael? GROSSMAN: Are you ready, Mr Prosecutor? Mr Foreman.
Members of the jury.
I appear for the prosecution.
And it's my job to present the Crown's case.
Now, these men have been charged with trafficking drugs of dependence.
By the end of the Crown case, we will have established where, how, and to whom those drugs were sold.
You will hear telephone conversations that purport to be about horseracing but, when decoded, they have a much more sinister intent.
You'll also hear tapes recorded from listening devices which clearly indicate heroin deals being negotiated.
And you'll hear the evidence of a former drug addict, a victim of the accused who has made the courageous decision to expose their trade.
Now, he's been assisting the police and he will be assisting you in reaching your decision.
MAN: You're alright, mate.
Get it all out.
It's alright.
We got him in time.
PETER: Dale.
Dale.
Dale.
Oh, Jesus! (Sobs) This is not the answer.
I I just I just Dale! You alright? Shh! Don't! It's alright.
I wanted I wanted I know! Let me die! Shh! Let me die! Shh! I want (WALK SIGNAL BEEPS) Let's sink 'em.
I'm convinced they're guilty.
Says who? The cops and some junkie? You'll believe them? WOMAN: The police must know.
Otherwise they wouldn't be in court.
WOMAN 2: They don't look like criminals.
What's a crim look like? Lise! It's Lisa.
Only friends call me Lise.
We've got scumbags like that at our school, selling dope to Year 7 s.
The kids can get anything they want.
Nice perm, mate.
DONALD: We shouldn't be judgmental.
Whatever you say, boss.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Hello again, Dale.
How was your trip? I'm getting used to it.
Simone? Two days on a train isn't my idea of fun.
MANOULIS: Bit of a chance to relax.
Are you feeling up to it? Just be a rerun of the committals.
Kidd'll ask the same stupid questions.
Dale, no.
He was just fishing at the committals.
We're with a jury this time.
It's a whole different box and dice.
You've got 12 people looking at you.
You have 12 people listening to you.
They don't miss much.
You're confident, eh? Kidd will use everything you give him, so make sure you just give him 'yes', 'no' answers in there.
Dale? Dale! No throwaway lines.
Don't try and be a stand-up comedian in there, alright? I know what he's like, alright? I can handle it.
Do something about his hair.
You're first up.
I'll see you in there.
Not his usual charismatic self.
Well, he tried to top himself.
When? Why didn't you tell me? They all try it sooner or later.
He doesn't belong anywhere, you know? Look, there's nothing you could have done.
And, uh, and that's when I met Melanie.
MANOULIS: At this pool hall? How old was she? How old were you? What's the matter? Have they been feeding him downers? CASSIDY: 13.
She got me smoking dope.
I started selling hash to other kids.
I started shooting up.
MANOULIS: When? I was 14 when I had my first hit.
First hit of? Smack.
It's good-quality heroin.
I overdosed the first time, ended up in St V's.
MANOULIS: So you were a heroin addict from a very early age? Mr Cassidy? Mr Cassidy! Will you please answer the question? (Clears throat) Mr Cassidy! From the age of 16, were you a heroin addict? My arms looked like dartboards.
How's the dog doing? Breaking me bloody heart.
MANOULIS: To support the heroin addiction you described to the jury.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Yeah? Yeah, Griffo, you'll never guess who's just arrived.
So you all said.
You're bloody joking! I'll see if I can swing it.
Don't go without me.
Just don't go without me.
Alright, cheers.
Mate, can you bring Rob Griffin out here? Is Steve Hennessey here in court today? CASSIDY: Yes.
Could you identify him for us? He's in the dock.
On the left.
Now, did you pay Steven Hennessey for the drugs that he sold you? Mm-hm.
Could you please give a clearer answer, Mr Cassidy, for the purposes of the transcript? Did you pay Steven Hennessey for the heroin you got from him? Yes.
Yes, I did.
He even gave me credit.
He trusted me.
MANOULIS: Did the price ever vary? CASSIDY: Yes.
And why was that? Well, according to what we paid for it, where we got it from, how much was around.
Did it ever vary because of quality? Stevie didn't know anything about quality.
He had to sometimes ask me about it.
See, Steve doesn't know much about heroin.
Hardly ever used it.
He's not an addict.
I'm shooting off for a few minutes.
You can't! You're the informant.
I'm not going overseas.
I'm only a phone call away.
Who's mustering the witnesses? Jan.
Tell her she's in the saddle.
The judge won't be impressed.
Don't tell him.
Look, I've got another investigation, remember? You started the ball rolling.
I'm re-interviewing some witnesses and looking over some old evidence.
Besides, I feel like a spare prick at a wedding.
Prefix K, X 024 and 031.
Seal's unbroken.
Label intact.
No-one's looked at these in over eight years.
Thanks.
Rug - item number 9624.
This the one the body was wrapped in? Yeah, that's what the brief says.
(Grunts) Lots of lovely bloodstains.
Let's hope they haven't deteriorated too far.
Thoughtful chap, your murderer.
See ya, pal.
Packaging it all up for us.
Take a while.
No worries, mate.
It's not me time's run out for.
KIDD: You're on the Protected Witness Program, Mr Cassidy? Obviously.
You've received rent, travel expenses, taxi fares - all from the police.
You've taken full advantage of the system.
They helped me relocate.
That's about it.
Got a regular income? No, I'm on the dole.
And your girlfriend's also on the program? Mm-hm.
How did you and your girlfriend travel to this trial? Are these ridiculous questions meant to confuse me or something? Who paid the fare? The DPP.
How much did that cost? Your Honour, my learned friend is clearly probing to find out where the witness is living.
Keep the questions in a narrower form, Mr Kidd.
KIDD: I can assure you I couldn't care less where Mr Cassidy lives.
What's he going on about? Who cares? given the crimes that you committed, you were charged with minimal offences and were given a minimal penalty? And isn't it also true that you've never had things so good since you accepted an invitation from the police to assist them with information? And since you gave evidence against your friend here, your mate, Mr Steven Hennessey, you and Ms Lee have lived a comfortable and secure lifestyle at the taxpayers' expense? It was a chance to change my life, Mr Kidd.
I wouldn't say it was comfortable.
MAN: It was rolled tightly round the body.
Everything on the inside would have come from the murder site.
Bloodstained rug fibres from the original forensic examination.
One for the bloody-minded.
Haemotology.
Victim's windcheater fabric, nicely torn.
More beautiful bloodstains.
Any that don't match the body might just come from the killer.
They found two types of blood groupings.
Who are you laughing at, arsehole? Eh? So bullet holes, most of the gunshot residue will have dropped off.
Will there be enough for the SEM? (GUNSHOT) The electron microscope wasn't used so much 10 years back.
We couldn't get the detail we can now.
All I've got to do is concentrate on the sexy bits.
You'd get on with our suspect, Tom.
He reckoned it was like getting his first head job.
It's a different blood group than the body, so it could have come from the murderer.
The blood on the carpet's contaminated.
The DNA could've been destroyed through bacteria.
Plus it mightn't have anything to do with the murder.
Someone could've had a nosebleed.
This on its own won't hold.
It's a wonder they kept it.
(Sighs) But waste not, want not.
We've got unsolved cases going back to 1981.
Yep - case number R137.
"Bloodstained fabric from windcheater.
Two blood groupings.
" So that'll give us a result? Well, that won't have bacterial decay.
It's better than the rug.
But you can get a DNA profile? Not today.
Join the queue and call me in a few weeks.
But it's possible? You can do it? Of course.
Did you tell the police where you first met my client? That's a normal part of a police interview.
Don't get smart, Mr Cassidy.
Initially, you and Steve weren't friends, were you? No.
You describe your relationship as 'acquaintances'.
Yes.
KIDD: Did you become friends? CASSIDY: You know we did.
When? Later.
Good friends? Yes.
Very good friends? Yes.
Where's he going with this? He's chasing bunnies down burrows.
Tell him to stop it.
Mr Cassidy? Yes? How much later after you met Steve did you become good friends? Two years.
I remember it because We'll just leave Can I answer your question? We were counting the days.
We're going off on a tangent here.
Mr Cassidy, I don't think you are answering the question now.
MANOULIS: Your Honour, I think there is something we need to discuss in the absence of the jury.
GROSSMAN: Yes, yes.
Mr Foreman, members of the jury, sometimes counsel need to discuss with me matters of legal argument that will neither interest nor concern you in your task.
I suggest you grab a coffee.
Bloody mushrooms! Keep us in the dark - feed us on bullshit.
No, no.
Legal argument - what a joke.
Obviously, something's going on over our heads.
But we mustn't speculate.
How do we not do that? Switch our brains off? Don't go back without me.
Why can't we know how they met? That's fairly important, isn't it? I agree.
DONALD: It mightn't be relevant.
Then why didn't he want to tell us? Why didn't the prosecutor want him to tell us? They met in jail.
Where'd that come from, mate? He said "counting the days".
Who? The junkie said "counting the days".
So? A school friend of mine ended up in prison.
I went to visit him.
He used to say it all the time - "counting the days".
That doesn't mean that's where they met.
It's nothing special, is it? I've probably said it too.
Of course - we've all said that.
We can't make wild guesses here.
We would've been told if it was that simple.
There's nothing simple about those people.
They're all smooth operators.
Takes one to know one.
What was your friend in jail for? Nicking cars.
Junkie's probably an undercover cop.
I think he's telling the truth.
He admitted lying.
About some things.
But not about this.
Thank you for your patience.
Mr Kidd? I'm going to play something to you - a police telephone intercept.
You're fairly good with telephone intercepts, aren't you, Mr Cassidy? Got a good memory, a good ear for voices.
See if you can remember this one.
Should be good.
(CASSETTE RECORDER CLICKS) (PHONE RINGS) CASSIDY: Hello? STEVE: Dale? Yeah? Oh, is that you, Stevie? Yeah.
Oh, shit.
I'm sorry, mate.
Was I supposed to meet you or something? No.
You alright? No.
I want to talk to you.
Sure, mate.
What about? Kirsty.
Yeah? What about her? You and her.
Hey? Stevie Keep your hands off her, Dale! (Laughs) You're having me on, are you, mate? I know.
Alright? I think you must be more shit-faced than I am.
Who told you all this? Kirsty? No.
Be right, wouldn't it? STEVE: No.
My whole bloody family.
Mum, Rhonda.
Even bloody Mal got a sniff of it.
CASSIDY: Mate, come on.
I think Shirl's having a lend of you.
They're taking the piss outta you.
Come near her again, you're off! Stevie! Steve! (Hangs up) Now Mr Cassidy, we're talking about Steve's wife here, aren't we? They're not married.
De facto.
You were paying her more than a little attention, weren't you? No.
He seemed to think you were.
I wouldn't backdoor him.
I wouldn't do that.
Steve was a mate of mine.
His mother put that one in his head.
KIDD: Really? Steve had occasion to warn you off Kirsty before, hadn't he? CASSIDY: I wasn't doing anything.
Mr Cassidy, you were putting the hard word on your best mate's wife.
I've never been that desperate! KIDD: Pardon? You heard me.
Desperate? What do you mean by that? If I was in the market for a woman, Mr Kidd, I'd be aiming a little bit higher than Kirsty.
You mean your best mate's wife wasn't up to your standards? Bit of a scrubber, was she? Beneath you even for a brief sexual encounter? I wasn't interested! That's simply not so, is it? When Steve protected this little scrubber, his wife, from you, you became particularly bitter with him, didn't you? That's not true! I didn't touch her.
I didn't want to touch her.
Stevie's a mate of mine.
I wouldn't do that to a mate.
His family made it up! They just wanted to get rid of me.
They're lying, Stevie.
I never touched her, man.
(DOOR CLOSES) I'm glad you know what you're doing, 'cause I bloody well don't.
You knew I was gonna jump into Cassidy.
You knew we spent nine months in a cell together.
Trying to show my priors to the jury? When I want advice on how to run a case, I'll ask for it, sonny.
First - your mate needed shaking up with something unexpected.
There was no question of it hitting the table.
The prosecutor had to stop it.
We won.
Jesus! Won what? Second, the prosecutor had to lose the jury to make his objection.
That made him look shifty, like he was hiding something.
They don't like that.
That's a point to us.
Yeah, well, it's no game, is it? My life you're stuffing around with out there.
Who's paying you anyway? You're not.
Look, just sit there.
Keep your trap shut.
Keeping you out of jail is the object of this exercise.
If this is winnable, I'll win it.
Alright? How's the baby? Great.
Everything alright at home? Yeah, fine.
Good.
Look, just remember.
You've got my undivided attention for as long as this takes.
KIDD: See you.
What is it? Nothin'.
Come on, Kir.
Don't give me the shits.
What's going on at home? I told you - nothing.
Is it Mal? It's no big deal.
Just keeps watching me all the time.
Is that all? Yeah.
I can handle it.
If he touches you It's OK.
Look, I can fix it if I have to, alright? What do you mean? Don't worry.
Just sit tight.
Are they allowed to bug phones? Must be.
Thought it only happened on the TV.
I reckon it's really off.
Who gives them the warrant? Dunno.
Judge, probably.
What, like our judge? May as well ask my dad.
He'd probably like the idea too.
Has to be some reason he's against his mate.
Let me guess.
It's all her fault? No, I think the junkie's a sleazebag.
That was my second bet.
There's no need for that language.
And the attitudes.
I mean, what sort of people are they? Drug addicts, drug dealers It hardly seems to matter.
They're all as bad as each other.
Bet, I'm with you.
I wouldn't want them living next door.
How can you say that? The guy was 14.
I teach kids older than that.
It's pushed on them.
They've got no idea.
Standard story these days, Gail.
"It's not my fault.
I was underprivileged" What do you reckon, Jack? I can talk about the footy results.
I can tell you about my sex life.
But I can't talk about the trial.
All present? This way.
What happens if you're one over? We draw lots, shoot the loser.
Once you're on a jury, 12 people are one.
Wishful thinking with this lot.
What'd they have to bring us in so early for? What are they doing in there? They're getting paid more than us.
We can wait.
Keep that meter tick-tick-ticking over.
What do you reckon that defence guy's on? Five thou a day? It lacks consistency all the way through.
On the one hand, he agrees he's a liar and a cheat.
Then he wants us to believe he's an honourable man.
He can't have it both ways.
That's just being an addict.
I know the kind of people we're talking about.
If I pull two on a good week, they must be on more.
Two grand a week? Who are you ripping off? No, mate, straight-up.
Hell, anyone can do it.
They're good products.
There's no hard-sell.
I got people under me doing a thou after tax in their first week.
What products? Household commercial cleaning goods.
Guaranteed market.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Mr Foreman, are we ready? Yes, we're ready, Jack.
Do you want to swap places? Sit up the back, get some sleep? Hey, you keep your mind on the job.
KIDD: Ms Lee, you told us how you first met Cassidy, through friends.
SIMONE: Yes.
You knew he was a drug addict? No.
You sure? Not the first time I met him.
How did you find out? A man with tracks down his arm is a user.
Did you know that he had a criminal past? Yes.
And you continued to see him? He was having treatment.
He was trying to get off.
KIDD: You thought you could save him? No, I didn't think I was Florence Nightingale.
I thought I could help him.
While you're giving protracted answers They're not protracted.
They're the truth.
The truth is he went back on the drugs.
Yes.
And back to prison.
Yes.
KIDD: Did you ever bring him things in prison? Told you they met in prison.
SIMONE: What sort of things? KIDD: Drugs.
No.
Did he ask you to bring drugs into the prison? Well, did he? Yes.
And did you? No.
He said if I didn't, he'd be in trouble.
He said his life depended on it.
KIDD: That's not what I asked you.
Did he ask you to take drugs in? I answered you.
I've never taken drugs in.
Quit while you're ahead.
When did Dale tell you he was gonna go to the police? He didn't.
It was my idea.
It was your idea that he fabricate this story about his best mate? That's not what it was.
It was your idea that he betray his friends? He told the truth about them.
Oh, he always tells the truth, does he? No.
He lied when you first met him, didn't he? He was a drug addict.
And drug addicts lie? When it suits them.
Yeah.
When it suits them.
Now, just bear with me for a second or two, witness.
KIDD: I'd like to turn to How can you make judgments about people if you're not watching them? KIDD: Did you, um Did you ever feel like leaving Cassidy? SIMONE: Yes.
KIDD: So why didn't you? This wasn't your sort of world.
You didn't want any part of this.
It broke my heart to see him like that.
I loved him.
GROSSMAN: Could you repeat that? I didn't hear.
SIMONE: Because I love him.
KIDD: I don't doubt that you do, Ms Lee.
And you'd do anything for him, wouldn't you? Anything at all.
PETER: Would you know his face if you saw him again? Yeah, I reckon.
Never forgotten that night.
I was caught short, you know, when the van pulled in.
I was halfway through taking a piss.
Is that right, what you said there? Yeah.
After midnight.
I'd missed the last train.
I'd hitched up there, but there was no-one around.
Definitely two blokes? Yeah, yeah.
I finished my piss and I thought I might ask 'em for a ride.
I changed my mind.
MAN: Hang on! Shit! Lift it up, you idiot! Come on, lift it up! Over here! Here.
Right? Got back in and drove off.
Are you sure one of them said this? "What a buzz - just like my first head job.
" Yeah.
I remember that alright.
Thought they were a couple of poofs.
Changed my mind about getting a lift.
Saved my bloody life, that.
Yeah.
You must be the luckiest bloke alive, Nev.
I thought no more about it until a couple of weeks after, I read about a body being found.
Then I went to the coppers.
It gives you the bloody shakes, you know.
So you'd definitely know his face if you saw him again? He was close.
What a buzz - like getting your first head job, eh? Yeah, I'd know him.
Some things you just don't forget.
Thanks, Neville.
You've been a great help.
KIDD: About the business with Kirsty Nichols, Steve Hennessey's wife SIMONE: It never happened.
I didn't ask you that, Ms Lee.
Did Dale tell you Steve warned him off? No.
Eventually.
Not at the time.
So this was after you found out from other members of the family? Yes.
Mmm.
KIDD: Thank you.
I just want to clarify one thing, Ms Lee.
Did Dale continue seeing Steve after this incident? Yes.
That's why I had no idea.
MANOULIS: So they continued to be on good terms? Yes.
I don't think Steve believed it either.
So, as far as you're concerned, did you see Dale bear any malice towards his friend? SIMONE: No.
MANOULIS: Thank you.
Come on.
She's not the type.
She's lying, covering for him.
No, she isn't.
Why should she? Danger.
Why do women marry murderers in jail? They get off on it.
They get used.
Anyway, she didn't look like she was enjoying herself.
Probably thought she'd change him.
Women do that.
Pity no-one's tried it on you.
Nothing to do with the evidence.
Yes, it does.
If you believe him, it's totally consistent with Simone.
If you believe either of them.
How's she gonna know what's right and what's wrong? He's hiding stuff from her.
Said so herself.
That doesn't mean she's a fool.
Out of her depth.
I know I would be.
(Knocks) You can't look at this from an emotional perspective.
You have to stick to the facts.
Ready? Yeah, yeah.
We're ready.
Stick to the facts.
I think we got most of them onside, apart from the schoolteacher.
Michael, throw in the towel right now.
What happens if we bring another girl out and she beats you up? Jury would probably start feeling sorry for me, Manoulis.
Hey, look, thanks for the show, boys.
See you tomorrow.
It's still the best system in the world.
You'd never win one till they brought back the red-hot poker.
Look, I'm not tipping in.
I just want to know what the score is if someone did.
Well, after this, you do it easy.
We put in a good word for you.
You serve your sentence in protective custody.
Where? Safe house.
New name.
Kirsty and the kid.
You'd all be together.
How much would it take? (Sighs) Well, you don't get nothing for nothing.
You'd have to put up or shut up.
And we'd want the lot.
Then what? Then you're out of this shit.
And no-one would be able to lay their hands on you again.
Unless you put your head up.
Like Cassidy? Want me to jump the box, spill my guts? It can work.
You get a life.
Now, you owe that to your son, if no-one else.
What chance has he got if you stay put? I could walk from this, couldn't I? Get off.
What? From Mal? From Shirl? You reckon you can do that on your own? When you want a deal (Knocks) you call me.
But no more little chats.
(DOOR CLOSES) ROB: 10 years.
It's a long time.
How well do you think it's gonna hold up? Now, that sort of cynicism does you no credit at all.
Know what I should do with you, Robbo? Get you shit-faced.
Then we'll go out on a raid.
Yeah.
Sounds good.
No.
No, it wouldn't work.
You're not dressed for it.