Jack Irish

Isn't it true that you lost your wife?

You have no taste whatsoever, Jack Irish.

Oh, come on. I chose YOU, didn't I?

I don't practise law much anymore.

What DO you do?

I live off my wits.

Hello. Sorry. I should introduce myself properly. Linda Hillier.

We were in a relationship for several patchy years.

Only one thing makes more of a fool of a man than a woman

and that's a horse.

I don't think this is about the horses, fellas.

Might have something to do with a little job I've taken on.

Well, don't take on any big jobs.

Someone in this shithole's gotta do the real police work.

Barry! Make yourself comfortable.

I may be here for a while.

Brendan O'Grady.

Four years to the day you got me out of doing 8 to 10 in the nick.

I'm surrounded by fine dining joints.

There's a new gastropub open up every second week.

And you've always been the best establishment for gastro.

We know that. You're famous for it.

I have been married for 20 minutes.

I've already had a passionate affair with a handsome stranger.

Handsome, you say?

Popped the question. She said yes.

Some things are meant to be, eh?

We're trying to adopt a little girl,

and it's easier if you're married.

Yeah, I reckon losing someone you love is as bad as it gets.

Can I take your order, please?

Uh, can I have a double cheeseburger and a large fries, thanks?

Any drinks with that?

Nah. No, thanks. OK.

So that's a double cheeseburger and a large fries.

That comes to $8.70, thanks. Drive through.

Is everything alright, mate?

Hey! Welcome to Burgers Now. What can I get for you today?

How are you today, Briony? Great. Thanks for asking.

How's your day been?

Can't complain. No-one listens anyway, right?

I will grab a double bacon burger, please, Briony.

OK. Was that have here or take away?

I think I might take away today.

# You can run on for a long time

# Run on for a long time

# Run on for a long time

# Sooner or later, God'll cut you down

# Sooner or later

# God'll cut you down

# Go tell that long-tongue liar

# Go tell that midnight rider

# Tell the rambler, the gambler, backbiter

# Tell him God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down

# Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down. #

Fuck! (SIGHS)

Hold your horses!

Well, well.

The prodigal, hey?

G'day, Harry.

I'm just on my way out, actually.

But there's no races today. A little drive out to Oaktree.

Check on the prize yearling. You mind if I tag along?

Oh, you're back now, are you?

Oh, it looks that way.

Been a while since the funeral.

Yeah.

That's just the way my family do these things.

Mmm.

When Stella passed, I did a 3-day, 3-step program.

Day one - upset, obviously.

Day two - bit sad.

Day three - back to the races.

Got the keys, boss? I'll drive.

No need.

There's been a few changes round here while you were gone.

Alright, Cam?

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Morning, boss.

In you go.

What's the verdict on the burgers here?

The victim's a cop. Been on stress leave for 12 months.

PSC's been notified.

Jesus.

Here.

Welcome back.

Fuck! Oh, that looks comfy.

You just need a periscope to drive. Yeah.

Not sure why it keeps doing it.

Have you ever thought about owning a car that's younger than you are?

Well, that'd just make me feel old, wouldn't it?

I'd still get it looked at.

I'm sorry about your old man.

Yeah, thanks.

I'm guessing Harry smothered you with understanding.

Well, it's safe to say that Harry and I,

we do sorry business very differently.

Yeah, if it wasn't for horses, Harry would never get to express

an actual feeling.

I'm just wondering, Harry, if you've given any thought

to who you might want to nominate as your primary beneficiary.

Oh, it's a bit premature, Jack.

There's still a few races left on the card.

Sure.

I just think with Stella's passing,

it's good to get these things squared away.

You know, it's a fairly substantial estate.

And that's not counting the yearling sale.

He's by Charlemagne's Pride, that one.

Oh. Mmm.

Chip off the old block, hey? Yeah, that horse owes me nothing.

You know, Jack, uh...

..I've been thinking we bequeath the estate to racing.

I mean, let's face it, there's no little Strangs running around,

and...Stella's gone to the great powder room in the sky.

Who else am I gonna leave it to?

Well, there is someone who springs to mind.

Oh, look at that face.

Jack fucking Irish.

Brendan.

You've certainly landed on your feet, haven't you?

Yeah. Apart from the early starts, of course.

Horses don't sleep in, apparently.

Mmm. Still, it's a dream job, innit?

Bet you never thought you'd see me driving a Jag, did you?

Not in one that wasn't stolen, no.

Yeah.

Thinking I might even get me driver's licence.

You can't just walk into an office and close the door, Tregear.

Those days are gone.

So, what's the point of putting doors on, then?

So people notice they're open.

So you heard about Grech?

You think it's connected?

What do YOU reckon?

So, what are we gonna do?

You...

..are gonna get the fuck out of my office

and never speak of this again.

Shame about your mate, Tregear.

Inspector.

Your boy Grech had only just reached out to me.

Said he'd found God while he was on mental health leave.

Reckoned he had 25 years of guilt to get off his chest.

Of course, you were at the academy with him before Drug Squad.

I hadn't seen him for years.

Gotta feel for the bloke.

Had his lips on the whistle, but...

..never got a chance to blow it.

Still...

..God's watching.

You have no new messages.

You have one saved message.

Message received yesterday at 9:24pm.

Barry. It's Grech.

We need to talk.

I...I can't hold this thing any longer. It's eating me up.

God knows what we did, Baz.

# Dwell on the shit you lose

# You wish it was better... #

# Oh, yeah

# Oh, fuck it, we just run it back

# And we don't care about it, no... #

# You can find me on the road, ayy

# And we don't care about it, no... #

Stan!

Patchouli candle.

Yes. I'm on it, my love.

I'm on it.

We were transporting military cargo to Vietnam.

Hm? Centurion tanks.

1,000-pound bombs and fuel, uh, food supplies.

Oh, excuse me for a second, Wilbur.