Jack Irish

You killed her.

Tina Longmore was about to cause us a great deal of harm.

- We couldn't permit that. - I won't let you get away with this.

- I know you had Sarah killed. - I don't wanna die.

It's got the same markings as the bullet I found in the village.

Everything that's happened to me,

it's part of some bigger, bigger thing.

I know the story I'm covering. A terrorist, Hadji Adhib.

Countries on the equator.

Zero degrees latitude, coming in from the east,

it'd be Gabon, Congo at Makoua.

Hey, for a bloke who's never traveled past Map 44,

your geography's not bad.

- A pet is just what Jack needs. - It's a fairly big pet, Harry.

Jack Irish 3x06

Who invited you to the picnic, Tregear?

Heard the call on the radio. Thought you might need a hand.

What, drove in from home? Yeah. On your night off?

Oh, I'm nothing if not dedicated. Nothing but bloody compromised.

- Go home. - Oh, so for years they call me a slack arse

and now that I go the extra yards, I'm in the road?

Can't win, can I?

Thought you lived in Templestowe.

Yeah, the better part.

You got here damn fast.

Listen, you know as well as I do, all these deaths are connected.

So, you tell me, who's leaning on you?

If I hear that your mate Jack Irish has had anything to do with this,

I will have your badge.

Yeah, I'll do you a deal.

I'll melt it down and you can use it as a suppository.

- Did you do it? - No.

Well, he sure looked dead to me. Did you kill him?

- I went there to kill him. - Oh, good alibi.

Stay where you are, Jack.

I wanted him to pay for Sarah and for Tina and for everything, OK?

But someone beat me to it and then I called you.

- Well, who killed him then? - I don't know.

Can I sit up?

Don't get out. Just sit there.

Here. Take that.

And this is Janene Ballich's phone.

So, what was your plan...

just to get a gun and then kill someone

in the hope they might be the right target?

- Well, you guys were doing nothing. - Oh, who the fuck are you, Jack?

This makes you no better than them.

- You arresting me? - Want to.

But now you've made me an accessory.

Go on, take a hike. Go on!

The kid saw me.

Oh, great. You know what? Do us both a favour.

Hurry up and find out who killed Shand.

I know it's quite a shock for all of us, but rest assured,

we are dealing with it.

And while Rob's death is very regrettable...

- Regrettable?! - Regrettable?

The man was the face of the church.

Yes, and we will find a replacement, and quickly.

- There's no shortage of Shands. - What a lovely obituary for a man.

The cops and the media are gonna be all over us.

We're gonna get pulled apart brick by brick.

We're all gonna be under the microscope, you know?

Yes, so we must all hold the line.

No way, darlin', no way. That's it for me, I'm done.

Yeah, I'm with Jim. We didn't buy in for any of this shit.

Sit down the both of you.

You don't just resign from Via Crucis.

And you least of all should be grandstanding, Jim.

Most of these problems stem from your reckless behaviour on Mindanao.

No. No, the village was your incompetent people.

And tell me, why hasn't our illustrious chair bothered to show?

Well, someone has to deal with the fallout.

Do you want me to wipe the hard drive?

No, we may need it. Poor old Jack.

But we can't let Irish near a witness stand.

Obviously.

What was the first thing I asked you when we bought this quadruped?

Remind him, Cam.

- To stay below the radar. - And keep your gob shut.

Whatever you do, keep our names out of it until the big race.

Now tell him why that is so, Cam.

So that every bookie in Australia

doesn't know that Cam and myself are involved.

You were the ones who put this bloody thing in my backyard.

If you had have shown it a bit more love,

it might not have whinnied so much

and the neighbours wouldn't have noticed.

See this article here, Jack?

It mentions me and Harry as being best mates of yours.

Well, how does the newspaper know that?

It's not exactly something I'm bragging about.

Now your name's plastered everywhere.

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I didn't kill him.

We don't care if you did or didn't. Probably had it coming.

What, you couldn't wait one more week?

Like Saturday, Stakes Day?

Everything we've been working towards.

You could've put your petty grievances aside

for one miserable week.

They murdered Sarah and they're trying to kill me.

I'm an ocean of sympathy.

But 40-odd years in the racing industry,

I've seen death and murder before.

And I've never let personal issues get in the way

of something this important.

You are a horse-owner.

And with that comes a great sense of duty.

What are you talking about?

You can't be a racehorse-owner with a criminal record.

Oh, really? I thought that'd be, like, a prerequisite.

No, Jack, we've got thousands riding on this.

They're gonna scratch him, alright? This is his retirement scheme.

He's tired and he's over it.

OK, look, they haven't charged Jack yet

and they won't until they question him.

So, we'd better keep him out of harm's way for week.

You'd better stay with me and Mrs Strang.

Yeah, a week with Harry's missus, prison won't be too bad.

I'm elderly, not deaf.

Any of these'll be fine, Harry.

This'll do you.

The couch folds into some sort of bed.

I'll see if Mrs Strang can find some linen.

Bathroom's up the hall. Don't over-flush.

Don't go up there. It's private.

Could I boil an egg or something? I haven't eaten anything.

No, no, breakfast is done by 6am.

And Mrs Strang and I dress for dinner, sharp, at 5:30.

Right, thanks, Harry.

Hey, um, I'm gonna need to get a phone.

Harry's used different ones at the track, you know,

so do you think I could...?

Thanks, mate. Hey, can I borrow your car again?

Jack, I don't mind driving you to whatever idiot place

you have in mind, but, you know,

you're an accident waiting to happen, brother.

Here's your towel. Now, don't get blood on anything.

What are we doing back here?

Do you have a clue what we're looking for?

No, but I just wanna know what they're hiding in those containers.

Oh, good, so it's a well-thought out plan then.

You wait here, I'll be right.

Yep.

Hope you brought your passports.

Was this a part of your plan?

I assume you know who I am.

Yes.

Hadji Adhib.

- Ah, bloody predictive text. _

I think that's the least of our worries right now, Jack.

I'm just trying to let Drew know we're stuck in container.

Ah, there'll be no reception.

Shit.

I understand you wanted to talk to me.

Untie me first and I would welcome the chance to interview you.

I think, uh...

I think all Australians would like to know what makes a Saudi like you,

educated in our country, want to wage jihad...

I don't care what people in your country think

or want to know about me.

Your support, your condemnation, is of no consequence.

You are not believers.

You must want to engage with the West?

Surely you have a message.

This is how we communicate with the West, and they see Allah's will.

That is not Allah's will.

It's just... It's just murder.

No, it's marketing.

Whoa.

What's that?

It's one hell of a kid's toy.

Hey, look at this.

M-I-C-3-1-4. Same ones.

I think I just found our way out of here.

Hang on.

So, you plan to set off a live grenade

in a locked container full of ammo?

It'll go off like a firecracker.

Ah.

Tell me what you think happened to the fishing village.

You killed them.

Why would I kill my own people, mm?

Politicians, policemen, Western journalists? Yes.

But fishermen and their families? No.

Then I don't know. You tell me and I'll write it.

You killed one of my people.

No, that wasn't us, those men just... they arrived.

No, no, I had nothing to do with that.

I... No, I promise!

Listen, please!

That'll do. We're gonna die anyway.

It's your idea. You do it.

Shit.