Janet King

That bouncer nearly took your head off.

That was a nice catch by you, though.

Thanks, mate. Thanks.

Yeah, yeah. Starving.

I had the shot of the day, easy.

You up for a meal, Clay?

Yeah, sounds good, Ravi.

Oliver Pittman, when did you start playing cricket?

Third class.

And you obviously enjoy the game.

Yeah.

You like bowling? Yeah.

Who's your favourite player? Clay Nelson.

And guess who's here to present you with your trophy

for Player of the Tournament.

Congratulations, Oliver. It's great to meet you.

On behalf of the cricket guys, that's yours.

Thank you.

Play for Australia one day, eh? Yeah.

Yeah.

And for the next eight years, Oliver just lived for cricket.

He went from the fresh-faced kid we see there,

to the brink of the national team

with you in his corner every step of the way.

And now he's dead.

Do I have your attention, Mr Nelson?

Doesn't that weigh on your conscience?

He was meant to be focusing on the test team,

and yet you got him to pull on his boots for the Firecrackers.

Did you... did you call in a favour?

Play on what you'd done for him? How much he owed you?

How many times did you ask him?

Once. Once.

One time. I asked him, he said yes.

Yeah, well, that's bullshit. How dare you!

We all know that's absolute...

Listen, let's just take a short adjournment.

I'll give you a minute to inform your client

of the powers at our disposal.

My client, Mr Examiner,

is a man of considerable standing in the community

who deserves to be treated with respect.

I'm not interested, Mr Stirling.

You can't talk to him like that, Janet.

You're an officer of the court.

Tony, this isn't a court, and a 21-year-old boy is dead.

Well, he didn't murder him, Janet.

Might as well have. And this reference...

The more upset he becomes, the more we get out of him.

This reference isn't about Oliver's suicide.

Including the name of the match fixer.

This reference has been established to uncover the links

between gambling, sport and organised crime,

which means identifying the blokes at the top.

Which is exactly what we decided.

You mean you stated. Well, I am the Chief Examiner.

"But this will be your reference, Janet."

In here, yes. But we are the National Crime Commission.

We just want to know who's the big catch

and where are the proceeds of crime.

Which you will get. Now!

Soon! We should really head back in.

Uh, right.

Um, well, we are a team, yes?

Common goals, common purposes? Of course.

The examination of Clay Nelson is resuming at 2:15pm.

All those present prior to the adjournment

are present at the resumption.

Thank you, Mr Examiner.

Mr Examiner, if I may observe...

You may observe privately, Mr Stirling.

Unless invited to share your thoughts, I do not expect to hear...

Under Section 2 of the National Crimes Commission Act...

Section 2 refers to counsel representing, Mr Stirling.

You are present under Section 9, which is at my invitation.

So, if I may briefly descend into common parlance,

shut up.

Thank you.

When was your last game as captain of the Australian Test team?

It was 18 months ago.

And since then?

Well, Ravi Hasan called and said the Firecrackers were after a skipper.

That's a new team in the Asia Twenty League.

So I signed on.

And you, in turn, convinced Oliver Pittman to sign.

Yes. I said, "Mate, how about it?" He said, "Sure."

Well, this is Oliver's version

at the police interview he gave four days before his suicide.

Was it a hard decision?

Yeah. I didn't want to, at all.

I'd just got in the Test squad, and the one-dayers.

I thought it was too much cricket.

But Clay's Clay, you know?

I mean, it's Clay Nelson.

And when he's calling you every night of the week,

you have to.

So...

"Mate, how about it?" - that was all?

Yeah, look I...

He never... said any of that to me.

I mean, we... I called him and we spoke about it, he said yes.

Right, well that's the first lie.

And I'm sure Mr Stirling's informed you

of the punishments we may enforce

if witnesses perjure themselves before the Commission.

Now...

..who told him to bowl a wide?

I don't know. Did you ask him?

No.

Even when he was labelled a cheat on the front page of everything,

the media camped outside his house for two weeks

and the Board of Cricket cancelled his contract?

Did you call him then?

Offer any words of comfort at all?

Well, I thought it would make things worse.

I mean, none of us knew...

..how hard he was taking it.

Second lie.

Don't you feel you owe that boy anything? Look at him.

You exposed him to this grubby environment.

I didn't know any of this would happen!

You didn't know anything! Seriously?

He bowls four straight balls,

and then the betting companies around the world

doubled the odds on the next ball being bowled a wide,

and, what, within 15 seconds, millions go on it,

and it IS a wide - or so I'm told.

Is that a wide?

Yes. Except the referee didn't call it.

Umpire. It's cricket, not football.

The OFFICIAL let it go because it wasn't CLEARLY a wide

and some big punters lost a lot of cash.

And, well, Oliver's reaction, of course,

gave the whole game away.

So, even then, on the field,

you can't tell me you didn't ask him what that was all about.

Or after the press conference, when all hell broke loose.

Nothing at all?

It didn't seem... I mean, I didn't think...

I thought...

..ignoring it would be like standing by him.

Third lie.

Who was it?

You've played with or against the other players in that team

for over a decade - you must have your suspicions.

We know you bet 5,000 on a satellite tennis match

in Darwin last October.

I play cricket, lady. I don't bet on it.

Have you ever met Nate Baldwin?

The footballer? I don't know.

He also bet on that tennis match,

and some others who bet on that match also bet on Oliver bowling a wide.

Can you see the pattern here?

Mr Examiner, please - this line of questioning

is an unsubstantiated personal attack on my client.

I believe I asked you to shut up, Mr Stirling.

I have to protest the intimidation being shown here towards my client.

Out, thank you. This is not a court.

Your invitation to attend has been withdrawn.

I beg your pardon?

I said get out, before I find you in contempt.

Can you see the pattern here, Clay?

If not, I'll spell it out.

Someone's giving you the valuable tips on where the smart money is,

and it can only be someone on your team.

Ravi Hasan's house, one day after the match in question.

Coincidence? Well, that doesn't quite cover it, does it?

I don't know anything about that.

Pittman's wide is part of a comprehensive network

of betting accounts covering many sports.

And when things don't go to plan,

houses get blown up and young players commit suicide.

Now, don't risk lying to us a fourth time.

Someone on your team is part of this syndicate,

and as captain, you were either complicit or aware.

Who is it?

It's probably Ravi.

I spoke at Oliver's funeral, you know.

Yeah, so I saw.

Were you there for him or the cameras?

Did you get the warning

about not telling anyone what was said in there?

Oh, yeah, yeah. They mean it. Be careful.

Has that blonde chick even seen a game of cricket before?

I doubt it.

So, you know her? Did.

I was on a Royal Commission with her once,

and we were at the DPP together for a while.

It was a long time ago now.

Mate, is she any good? Or is she just piss and wind?

Oh, she's very good.

That's why they brought her back for this.

What do you think?

Well, we either broke him into telling the truth,

or forced him into a lie, which is still leverage.

A wide ball in a cricket match just seems so trivial.

And yet, it's our best chance to get inside all this.

Ah, Janet. Your analyst, Bonnie Mahesh.

Ah. Welcome. Thanks for coming on board.

I was tossing up options and thought I could either