Jack Irish

Yeah, but why Asia, why Manila?

Asia's the new Middle East. Like we need another one of those.

I take it you're Orton? Linda.

I know the story I'm covering.

The terrorist, Hadji Adhib, grew up in Melbourne.

It was a bloody scam! On the Internet(!)

Apparently I've been talking to some bloke

from the Russian mafia the whole time.

This is how the last bloke you had me chase wants to pay you.

Lost Legion. 16 starts, 4 wins, 3 places.

Jack'll take him.

Travis Dilthey. I'm trying to locate my younger brother.

Wayne, you know there's only one way to resign.

Why'd you kill Wayne Dilthey?

What reason would I have to kill Wayne?

You're free to go, Mr Irish. Your girlfriend came forward.

Come on, babe. Let's get you home.

You poor thing!

Where's Tina? Who's Tina?

My sister, Tina. I don't know where she is.

Have you heard from our Tina?

She's still overseas, isn't she?

No, she's back. You seem tense, Janene.

These numbers here - who's Pier Okant?

They mean nothing. Just let her go, OK?

I'm standing in my kitchen, naked as Adam except for a towel.

Spare yourself the image, you know, really.

And I open the freezer door

to get a secret scoop of late-night ice-cream

when a frozen chicken decides to make a dash for freedom

from the top shelf right onto my foot.

So, now, right, I'm disco hip-hopping around the kitchen in a towel,

two broken toes, and Helena walks in...

...and God knows, look, I have loved this woman for 23 years,

since we were childhood sweethearts.

Where are you, darling? Hello.

You know what Helena says to me?

Not, 'Oh! Are you OK, my darling, precious love?' No, no, no.

She looks at me and she says, 'Well, you should have been wearing shoes.'

There you have it, folks.

Love can be mighty scarce on the ground.

The world can be a dangerous and hostile place.

Yeah.

'I've been in danger from bandits,

from my countrymen, and in danger from my brothers.'

Second Corinthians, 11:26.

The world is now dangerous in ways

that I could never have imagined were possible as a kid.

It comes dressed in evil.

Bombs in our shopping centres.

Predators, they stalk our kids on the Internet!

Yeah!

And on our streets, people that have no right to be walking there!

- That's right! - Yeah!

Now, how do we know who to trust?

Fellas, you've done well.

Welcome to the brotherhood.

I called the Sea Shepherd, mate. They're on their way.

And I got you a coffee - hand-picked by free-range, organic Peruvians.

So, have you found the elusive Travis Dilthey yet?

No. He's vanished, like the dropkick.

Has it occurred to you that this could be a personal thing?

Oh, let me think - someone tries to kill me and frame me for murder.

Yes, yes, I can see it as personal(!) There you go.

Still following men into change rooms, I see.

Mmm, old habits. You know. Yeah.

So, who was she and why did she alibi me?

Are you serious? You don't know her?

Mate, if I ever get to the point

where I'm forgetting a woman who looks like that, shoot me, alright?

Sarah Longmore, daughter of...?

Daughter of... what? The Attorney-General?

Shit, no way! Michael Longmore?

So, I'm supposedly shagging the daughter of the Attorney-General?

The man who famously said,

'In order to protect our freedoms, we must first limit them.'

But why would she lie to the coppers for me?

The word is 'alibi', mate. Let's give the lying thing a wide berth.

Sarah Barrett Longmore. Oh!

Sounds like the heroine from a Jane Austen novel -

although it says that her occupation is scrap metal dealer, so maybe not.

Oh, before I forget...

Hey. You said you lost yours.

I was gonna give it to Lorna before she shot through.

Yeah. Did you ever think about why, maybe, she did shoot through?

Sometimes.

You're all familiar with the terms of reference.

The Government is looking into the tax laws

governing charity organisations -

whether it qualifies or it doesn't.

A clerk is moving about you now issuing the running schedule

and the order of submissions.

We will get this underway tomorrow.

I've been given only 30 minutes to address the inquiry.

I have witnesses.

Good. I'll look forward to staying awake for them.

I was promised half a day by Senator Mackie.

That'll teach you to listen to an Opposition senator.

Tell your witnesses to speak quickly.

Look, we're not interested in people pillorying churches.

You're not turning this inquiry into a witch-hunt.

It's already a witch-hunt. You've just picked the wrong targets.

Let's not blur the landscape, hmm?

30 minutes, Mr Gomes.

Your daughter didn't fly.

According to State Rail, Tina bought a train ticket to Melbourne.

Who the hell travels by rail?

Bulgarians have faster trains than we.

Where did she go next?

We don't know.

Keep checking.

God help me if the girl's gone back to her old ways.

Tom?

What - have I inadvertently porked someone's wife here?

Hang on! Where are you going with my computer?

Tregear?

97% of our members never get a visit

from the Office of Police Integrity in their entire careers,

and then there are those like you, Tregear,

who seem to ping their radar almost constantly.

So, I'm part of an elite group.

You pulled up Wayne Dilthey on our database

and a day later he's bleeding out on a vibrating bed.

What - so the fact that we get a tip-off, a witness, and our murderer

all delivered on our doorstep in under two hours,

that didn't tweak the OPI's interest at all...

They pulled your phone records, Barry.

On whose authority?!

What - those two turkeys who just took off with my computer?

I've got ten years of porn on that.

Turned out you called Jack Irish on the same day twice last week.

He's your little mate. I'd deny that before God.

You wouldn't have a career without him.

I know that he was your informant on the dockside case,

helped you put Levesque behind bars.

A few favours in the bank, perhaps.

Or perhaps he's just got a knack

of being in the wrong spot at exactly the right time.

That is not how the OPI view him.

The way they see it, you were in contact with the main suspect

in a murder investigation just before the hit.

Well, technically he can't be the main suspect BEFORE the hit.

You shared privileged information with an outsider.

I brought him in and WE questioned him,

and then the Attorney-General's daughter turns up

and offers a perfect alibi!

I mean, you saw her! What else was I supposed to do?

I'm formally notifying you that you are suspended from all duties...

Oh, you're kidding!

...pending a full investigation, effective immediately.

If they find anything untoward... Oh, well, you won't, will you?

If they find anything...

Next.

Yeah, I just want to check the last couple of payments

that have gone into that account. Sure.

Have you noticed every cafe outside has quinoa somewhere on the menu?

Everything is bloody quinoa! I know.

Orthopaedic shoes, car manifolds - all made from quinoa these days.

Yes, I can see $25,000

was transferred into your account four days ago -

$5,000 in the morning and then $20,000 yesterday.

And were any of these payments

from a Driscon Holdings or Travis Dilthey?

Look at her fingers go!

No, it was a bank-to-bank transfer from the Holman-Dang Bank.

I don't know what that is.

The Holman-Dang Bank in Manila.

I don't know anyone in Manila.

Oh, well, actually I do,

but I doubt very much she's putting money into my account.

They've put a stop on your account, Mr Irish. They do that sometimes.

How has a bank that I've never heard of before put a stop on my account?

THEY didn't. Well, who did?

I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to say.

Well, I think you'd better say.

I've got overdue bills, a wedding present on lay-by,

parking fines to pay I'm sorry.

I am required to do this.

Oooh.

Who required you to do that?!

Sorry.

'Sorry?' That's the best you can do, is it?

You just ruin my day and then you shrug at me?

I'd get more sympathy from the fucking ATM!

Ah, here's the personalised service you're always bragging about.

In Sam's article a year ago about Hadji Adhib,

he talks about making contact with the 'Gatekeeper'.

Does anyone know who...

Yeah, never mind. Never mind.

Hello, Hadji.

The most difficult part about growing up in Saudi...

I came here when I was 15, so I was a teenager in Saudi.

The hard thing about that

was trying to talk to girls, trying to approach them,

because they're all covered from head to toe in black,

so you couldn't tell whether you were talking to

an attractive 18-year-old girl or to your grandmother.

I got that wrong so many times.

Four days without a call. That's not too bad, I suppose.

Well, I wasn't sure what the protocol was.