Jack Irish

Everyone connected to my stitch-up has been murdered

or died in an accident - Wayne Dilthey, Travis Dilthey,

Janene Ballich, and Sarah's sister's still missing.

We found Tina. It's connected to a prison...

Fuck! ..to the Church...

How do we know who to trust?

They're only powering Christian towns.

Boyd, Fraser.

This is a very different country to the one you're used to.

Troublemakers, they don't do well here.

Listen, I need to go to Mindanao.

I'm meeting a contact who says he can get me to Hadji Adhib.

Villagers are being driven out of this region.

By a little outfit called Holman-Dang.

So, who was throwing rocks at us last night?

Not the terrorists. We'd be dead now.

Scared locals, more likely...

...people who don't want this to happen to them.

What happened here?

Nothing good.

People either fled or got killed.

And the bodies?

Hello.

Hello!

I'm Linda.

What's your name?

Where's your mummy and daddy?

Are you hungry, do you want some food?

Something to eat?

Come.

Linda! Linda?

Linda!

Boss? (Speaks local language)

Come.

Kneel! Kneel down.

Police, police!

Move! In the car! They'll be here any tick.

In, in!

In!

Um, everyone here knows my young son, Josh.

Come on, stand up, Josh. Give them a wave. Say hello.

Now Josh once asked his dear, old nan

whether she'd prefer to be buried or cremated when she died.

Quick as a whip, she replied,

'I don't know. Why don't you surprise me?'

Now, life is full of surprises, isn't it?

So when someone as young as Tina...

...as beautiful, inside and out...

Well, it's a shock.

It's hard to fathom.

Get it together, Rob.

Your wife and children are sitting right in front of you.

But I don't know why we're feeling so sad.

I mean, Tina certainly isn't. She's partying with Jesus himself!

We know she is!

Like everyone here. You are paid-up members of a special club. Why?

Because you believe.

OK, you're on.

Apparently, this was the service your sister wanted.

She was 35, and mauled to death by dogs!

She was back on the drugs.

I don't believe that.

The autopsy was unequivocal - it was all through her bloodstream.

And you believe that, unequivocally?

Please. I don't want to argue.

Yeah, you're right. Let's not.

If that creep in there would like to meet Jesus, I will help him.

Sarah! Well, someone needs to care about her!

Ah, serve for Jesus? Could you?

Sure, yeah.

Here you go. Oh! Ah...

It's... It only takes notes.

Oh, right.

You and Tina... Were you close?

Ah, I'm a friend of her sister's.

Oh.

She was very kind, Tina, when I was having troubles.

We're having a good-grief meeting here for her tomorrow.

A what meeting? Good grief.

It's where we turn our grief from a negative force into a healing one.

Ah. I should come along. I could do with a bit of healing.

Technically, it's only for Level 2s and above.

But given you're family, I'm sure you'd be very welcome.

Oh, OK. Is Pastor Rob going to be there?

No. Pastor Rob wouldn't have time for a little group like ours.

Right. Alright, see you then.

Cheers. Ah...

It's catchy. You OK?

Yeah, I'm alive!

No, I've got my own chauffeur.

Oh, why are funeral processions so slow? God, they're dead!

They don't have to worry about having an accident.

Oh, Tina would have hated this!

She would have hated it.

Come on, come on!

Pull over. Huh?

Pull over. Can you stop the car? What? What's wrong?

I want to get something for her wake.

What are you doing?

I need something in a lime green.

Is that her favourite colour?

No! It's the colour she most hated in the whole world,

and she'd love it that I wore it for her.

We don't have anything in a lime green.

Oh.

Oh, hang on...

Oh, that's disgusting! (Laughs)

She would hate this!

Is your change room through here?

Sarah? We're going to be late.

What do you think? I think we're going to be late.

Come here.

Hey, hey! Let me take you home.

It's fun! Let me take you home.

Come on, take a risk! You can look in the mirror.

I think you're being...

What, unstable, unhinged?

I was going to say, sad.

Hm?

I'll just find someone else. I don't want you. I don't need you.

Listen... No. Get out!

I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere. Hey, hey...

It's OK.

I saw you talking to your father.

You saw me standing with him.

Thought you might have been burying the hatchet.

There wasn't one handy.

Is he really that bad?

Don't you read the polls?

No.

There's only so many bloody-minded decisions you can make

before your soul chucks it in.

Well, there is no shortage of father issues in the world, is there?

Mine was killed starting a pub brawl when I was a kid.

Is this the same footie legend

that I'm being asked to immortalise in bronze?

Yeah.

Well, you know - you kick 112 goals in a season,

and they'll forgive you for anything.

No way!

Struth! Is this really how we want Bill Irish remembered?

No.

What exactly did you promise her?

Yeah. Maybe there's a way out of it.

I just said, 'The job's yours, 100%.'

I gave her my word, on my wife's grave.

There's not much wiggle room in that, then, is there?

It's upside-down, surely.

You reckon that might be the head there?

Eh?

'No.5.'

I still can't work out what club this bloke played for.

Five'd be Bernie Quinlan, surely.

Bernie Quinlan? Then it's a bloody desecration!

Hm.

It's going to boil for about 45 minutes or so.

It really depends on how fresh...

It's me. I found these...

I found these at the market. I figured she'd be size 5.

How is she?

Yeah, the doctor's been back. She's still in shock.

She seems physically OK.

Adonis is getting nowhere, trying to find any family.

Truth is...

...daughters aren't as valuable as sons, in some parts.

I understand enough Italian to know that that was Polish.

Was it?

Drink? Sure.

From what I gather, asking around the island,

that was the only village that wouldn't sell to Holman-Dang.

Fishing is a dead-end game if you're not near water.

They held out - ten generations of fishermen.

So they held out, and now they're gone.

Here.

Could Holman-Dang be a bank for Hadji Adhib?

He has to fund his operation somehow.

Could be him.

Could be warlords.

Or could be the power plant.

Why the hell would any of that lot be sending 25 grand to Jack Irish

in Fitzroy?

Miss Hillier?

Glad to see you in one piece.

Bloody dangerous place you chose to go sightseeing the other day.

Good news travels fast. Lucky for you it does.