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.
Janet King 3x01 Air Date 25 May 2017
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
work for people with real influence or... come here.
But a national crime commission
did sound marginally cooler than ASIO, so here I am.
Wonderful.
- Uh, Owen wants to see me. - Oh, great. Give him my best.
Or not, if you don't want to. All the same to me.
- I'll see you later? - Sure.
Okay, bye.
Hello, stranger.
Janet! Hi! I heard you were back.
- How's motherhood? - Oh, you know. Sleep, what's that?
But it's still pretty magic.
- What is he now? - Uh, she.
She turned two, last week.
- And Andy? - Much older.
Oh. Uh, But busy, you know. Always busy.
Seems like I only see him 10 minutes a day.
- There's her smile. - Mm, sweet.
- We'll have to catch up sometime. - I would love that. Call me.
There you are.
Thought you might have still been on island time.
I never was.
- Two years in Fiji? Come on. - It wasn't a holiday.
- You were still paying me, remember? - Yeah, tell me about it.
The UN Under-Secretary gets us to send someone over there
to train up a bunch of new prosecutors,
and somehow it ends up on my budget.
Because we are responsible members of the international community.
I still think you spent half the time on the beach.
I was looking forward to getting you back, you know.
I'd lined up all these cases.
And then, all of a sudden I get this resignation letter.
What happened? Is it negotiable?
I've already started something else.
National Crime Commission?
Bianca swing that, did she? Jobs for the girls?
No. Tony asked me, actually.
Ah, Tony. Is he still pissed with me?
- Well, you did take his job. - I accepted an offer.
- No backroom conversations? - They weren't needed.
His contract was never gonna get renewed, Roger Embry saw to that.
You can't publicly embarrass
the head of the State Corruption Commission
and expect no payback.
But then, Tony probably wouldn't have minded
if they'd tapped you on the shoulder instead of me.
Although the Attorney General had to resign because of you.
And why weren't you tarred with that brush?
Because I know how to play the game.
- And I don't? - Well, when it's fair play you do.
But, uh, unfortunately, not many games are.
Owen, why am I here if you already know what I'm doing?
Okay, cards on the table.
It's no secret I've got six months left on this contract,
and then I have to reapply.
If you're planning to use success at the NCC
to get the Director's spot, then be ready for a fight.
If not, then I'll help you get the guys you want to nail.
Or we could just agree to stay out of each other's way.
And that's option three.
Come on.
- What did they ask him? - Maxine, please, I can't tell you.
- Tell me. - I can't!
Clay Nelson's the most important client I have.
I appreciate that.
Look, he's a former Australian Test captain,
winner of three Ashes series...
Oh, my God, please tell me you know something about cricket.
Yeah, of course. I'm more into cycling.
All right, well, think of, uh... think of Lance Armstrong.
- He's... Actually, don't. - No.
- Cadel Evans. - Good choice.
Clean icon of his sport. So you think Cadel, that's Clay.
I'm in the middle of negotiating
a very important one-year contract with him for the Firecrackers,
which will probably be his last,
and I can't afford any more negative publicity.
So, what'd they ask him? What, was it about Oliver Pittman? Tell me.
I couldn't possibly confirm that statement.
I knew it!
One bad ball and everybody's crying for blood.
I didn't say anything.
Oh, of course you didn't. What else?
Oh, come on! All the work I'm sending your way,
you've got to give me something.
You're making more off these guys than I am now.
I mean, not that you haven't earnt it.
Still, if I had 15% of your salary
I could fuck off to the Maldives and drink margaritas for a decade.
Actually, at this point in my career,
you'd be at Bondi with a light beer.
- So, was it just about Oliver? Tell me. - I'm not saying any more.
In fact, I'm gonna change the subject completely
to a totally different topic of conversation,
utterly unrelated to anything else.
All right, go on, then.
Did you know that Nate Baldwin used to gamble?
Well, most of Australians gamble.
Yeah, not on the same games Clay used to bet on.
Well, observation's noted.
I'll see you at the charity auction.
Clay donated a bat.
I've got a buyer lined up for it.
All you've got to do is drive it up to 10 grand for us.
All good? Ciao, now.
On your marks!
Set!
- Go, Em! - She's good!
Come on, Em. That's it!
- She's good. - Come on, Emma.
Go, Emma!
She's winning! Go, Em!
Go, Em! Go! Yes!
All that running in Fiji's really paid off.
I just remember they were non-stop up and down that beach.
Yeah, that was such a nice week.
But if she keeps winning by that much,
these guys will probably think she's a drug cheat.
Mm. I wish that was a joke.
You know, I was reading yesterday,
the youngest person they ever tested was nine.
Can you believe that?
You know, Owen was saying I'm only on the Commission because of you.
Owen sees conspiracies everywhere.
True.
And everyone knows most of them are nonsense.
- Oh darling, that was fantastic. - Well done!
- I'm proud of you. - Thanks, Mum.
Can I have money for one of them?
- Yes, absolutely. - Can I have one too?
- Sorry, I should have got you one. - Yep.
No fizzy drinks, all right? Bring me the change.
Sorry.
So much for basking in the glow of victory.
All just good fun at their age.
Janet King, please come to the recording tent.
- Looks like I'm in trouble. - You're in trouble, yeah.
That was good, girls. Well done.
Three-tenths outside a state record.
- On no training? That's talent. - Run upstairs, get changed, please!
- No! - Can we have a story?
- Yes, of course. - Yes!
What's three-tenths? That's like... 10 metres, isn't it?
It's more like two.
She said both of them should look at going to Zone.
Sorry, I just want to see what that is.
You google, I'll see you tomorrow.
All right. You sure? No, sorry, do you want to stay? Sorry.
- Mum, come up here! - Okay, just a minute!
Mum!
- Later. Another time. - Thank you. Thank you.
Mm. Thanks.
See ya, guys!
- Bye. - Bye!
Records. Where are the records?
Clever girl.
All right, what's Zone?
It's stood since 1980, and Emma's nearly there.
I mean, with a little bit of training...
- Oh, if she wants to train. - Well, I'm not gonna make her train.
- That's... - No pain, no gain.
Updated background on Clay's teammates.
- Thanks, Wayne. - Now where are these genes
- from, anyway? - S'pose Ash.
You know, she always said she was good at sport.
Excuse me.
I needed space. It's okay, right?
- While you're not really using it? - I will be, from Monday.
- Sure. - Can I just... Excuse me.
- Are you bringing Ravi in this arvo? - After his teammates.
If someone dobs on him first, it'll be easier.
Well, it's a waste of time.
- Really? - He doesn't call any of them.
Which is odd in itself, don't you think?
A couple of group emails when the squad was formed,
the occasional text about training times.
- They just don't mingle. - Well, if they are colluding,
they just don't want to leave any trace of it.
Nah. They're a group of famous players from all over the place,
thrown together for TV.
They don't hang out at all. He wouldn't trust them.
Well, we'll see, hm?
Follow me.
Everyone?
You see, the real shame about Oliver Pittman is,
with a bit more work, that in-swinger of his
would have really rattled the Indian batsmen next test.
I just want everyone to remember whose death started this reference
before we get too carried away with money and proceeds of crime.
This young man is who we are here for.
So Brandon, there hasn't been one incident on the cricket field
that's struck you as slightly strange?
Not that I can recall.
- No suspicious outs? - You mean dismissals?
- Yes. - No.
No ball or hit that seemed totally reckless?
I'm sorry, what's so funny?
Have you ever even seen a Twenty20 game?
- This is serious, Mr Williams. - Sure, okay, well, fine. But...
before you keep asking questions like that,
you really ought to know what you're talking about.
In a Twenty20 game, everything is reckless.
That's what it is.
And they're called shots, by the way, not hits.
Have you seen Ravi Hasan or any other player from the Firecrackers
behave in a way that struck you
as out of the ordinary for a professional sportsman?
Off the pitch, we barely see Ravi.
Have you ever witnessed him arrange a spot bet?
No. Never.
Are we on the wrong track?
We still have nothing solid on Ravi Hasan.
Or Brandon's just a very good liar.
Unless Oliver did it all on his own.
Well, that seems unlikely. He was just a kid.
Nothing?
We haven't examined Ravi yet.
Bet you strike out.
Give you 50-to-one and put down 20.
Wayne, get Ravi in here.
How did it work?
How did you know when the odds would lengthen?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Someone had to get a message to Oliver, someone following the odds.
I'll take your word for it.
Ah, sarcasm's not your ally in here, Mr Hasan.
This person needed line of sight to the players...
They had to be in the grandstand, right?
There were over 30,000 people at that match.
It's not a problem if you know where to look.
That's ridiculous.
I put it to you, Mr Hasan, when the odds peaked,
this person in the stands gave you a signal.
What person?
And you in turn communicated this to Oliver.
- What?! - Who gave you the signal, Mr Hasan?
- No one. There was no signal. - So, why was your house firebombed?
- How should I know? - Well, I do.
Some big punters around the world put a lot of money
on a ball you were meant to make happen, and it didn't.
So these big punters were very unhappy,
and a day later, you could have been killed.
Am I warm?
You cannot accuse me of match-fixing without some evidence.
Actually, in here, I can do whatever I like.
The night before the game, you missed the team dinner.
Weren't seen for hours. Who were you meeting?
- No one. - We know that's a lie.
I just don't like team dinners.
Did you approach Oliver before or after that meeting?
I never approached Oliver.
He was just a good young player. That's all he was to me.
We're gonna go back through the hotel security footage.
This is outrageous!
A young boy's been hounded to death,
- and you think we're outrageous? - What sort of a country is this?
I thought everyone had a right to a fair judicial process.
Or have you gotta be white for that?
I've never been treated like this anywhere.
It stops now, or I call my embassy.
Well, obviously we can't stop, that's what he wants us to do.
We need to contact the staff at that hotel.
- Was I right? - When are they playing again?
- Saturday, down at the 'G. - What's the 'G?
What?
The Melbourne Cricket Ground.
All right, this is getting embarrassing.
I should go to that. I haven't even seen a game.
I don't know what the ground's called.
If I'm gonna stay on the front foot in there,
I need to know what I'm talking about.
- Agreed? - Fair point.
Well, I could go too, if you like. Provide a specialist's eye.
Or I could go.
If we're gonna talk to the staff at the hotel,
it probably does need one police officer, not two lawyers.
Here I am.
Wayne, I need you on surveillance. I'll go.
Okay, done. Get admin to book the tickets. Same hotel as the team.
- Enjoy the game. - Mm.
- Do you know the rules? - Cricket, or travel expenses?
Oh, both would be handy.
In all seriousness, though, we do need to be careful.
- I know. I know! - No, not about you and me.
I mean, a cop and a lawyer.
Usually, lawyers stay in the office.
It's us cops who go out and talk to people.
Well, I do things my way.
Even so, officially, for the day book,
I need some sort of explanation.
Just put Section 4, para 17, of the NCC Act.
When there's a reasonable chance an off-site examination
will be required to question the witness,
counsel should be present at the venue.
Okay.
Thanks.
Pleasure.
Mummy!
Good running!
Hey, Rose.
- How was school today? - Good.
- What'd you do? - Boring stuff.
Oh, boring stuff. School's so boring.
- Pssh! Pssh! - Bam! Bam!
All right, put the toys away now. Come on.
Um, guys, I've been given the name of some coaches,
if you want to do some training before Zone.
- Okay. - What's Zone?
- Well, it's the next level up. - Okay.
So, you want to... you want to try it? We'll...
- try one out next week, all right? - Yep.
- Yeah.
Oh, and this weekend, Mummy has to go to Melbourne, just for the night.
- Who's gonna look after us? - Bibi?
- Not Bianca? - No, no. It's Uncle Tony.
- Yeah! - Yes!
Well, I'm glad I'll be so missed.
Uh, reservation under King? Twin-share, one night, thanks.
Ravi! Ravi!
Hi! I love watching you play.
- Thank you. What's your name? - Izzy.
- Izzy. Okay. No worries. - Oh!
Oh, Brandon, can you please sign?
That's a beautiful name.
Yes, sure.
Last time the Firecrackers played in Melbourne,
Oliver bowled a wide and the world collapsed.
Now they're back and they're mobbed.
Like it never happened.
Get a photo. Get a photo.
They must think they're untouchable.
Thank you.
I reckon it's my turn to pick.
What do you reckon about a movie after the game tonight?
Um, no, it's my turn.
All right, you can pick.
But no cricket, yeah?
Check us in, mate.
Hi. Uh, Nelson?
Hey. Clay?
Yeah, Rich, that bloody Janet King
and this cop friend of hers are here, mate.
What's going on? Is this harassment or what?
- Well, did you talk to them? - No, of course I didn't.
Well, don't.
And maybe don't say too much over the phone for a while, either.
All right.
Oh, did Maxine talk to you about that auction?
- The one for the Pax Foundation? - Yeah.
All right. Have fun.
Oh, right, okay. Are you sure?
No, no, mate, I gotta go. Gotta go. Bye.
- How'd you go? Beauty. - Yeah.
His son travels with him a lot.
Lucky boy.
As are Liam and Emma. They're just as close to you.
Oh, Liam's a funny one.
You know boys. Shows his love by jumping on me in the morning.
- Emma's more clingy. - Mm.
Hey, how's her running going?
You know, she is this close to a 30-year-old record
but she's not interested in training, which I find strange, but anyway.
But, like you said, maybe it's better if sport is just fun.
Mm, guess it's harder when it's your living.
Emma won't have that problem. There's no money in women's sport.
- No betting scandals, either. - Hm.
- Here we are. - Thank you.
I hope you're not expecting us to bid on anything.
No, no, you bought tickets. That's support enough.
So, who else is gonna be here?
Pretty much the whole of the Northern Devils first grade team.
- Including Nate Baldwin? - Yes. Plus everyone else.
- Richard! - Oh, and Maxine Reynolds.
- This is Nate's manager. - Richard's friends.
Pleased to meet you. Now, ready to spend thousands
to help develop sport for the underprivileged?
Great. Why don't you head in,
grab yourselves a drink, get pissed, open your wallet.
I just need a few minutes with this genius here.
I got a call from Clay. Who the fuck are those two women?
They're with the National Crime Commission.
What, and they're staying at the same hotel as the team?
- What's that gonna look like? - Suspicious.
- And is it? - It's called pressure, Maxine.
A young man is dead, there are betting plunges everywhere,
strange results in about four different sports
and a Pakistani batsman got his house burnt down.
They want answers.
Christ, I need a gin and tonic.
Stirlo! Yes.
- Hey, mate. Very well. - How are ya? Come meet the boys.
Hey, guys. Who hasn't met Stirlo?
- G'day. Dave. - Hey.
Now, if you ever get nabbed, he's your man.
He dug me out of a hole.
How're you going, gents? You ready for the season?
- Yeah. - Born ready, mate.
Stirlo, this is Tyler Perati.
Now, he hasn't played first grade yet, but he will this year.
- You remember the name. - Well, it's nice to meet you.
Hey.
Come on, mate, let's go meet the sponsors.
We'll say g'day to Darren.
Hi, Richard.
You're always such a breath of fresh air.
Really?
Better words. Less testosterone.
Thanks.
I think.
Hey, Lucy!
You landed on your feet.
- I was lucky. - No, you weren't.
I read how you got Nate Baldwin off that assault charge last month.
That wasn't luck. That was a very clever, well argued defence.
Thanks.
I don't think you believed it, but it was well argued.
I believed it was good representation.
So, you're literally the Devils' advocate now.
Ha, ha.
Well, yes, I have tried to avoid that play on words. But...
You're their go-to barrister.
Unless I screw it up, which could be as early as this afternoon.
Do you still enjoy doing defence work?
Well, sure.
But if Owen ever wants to flip me a prosecution brief, then...
So, what's it like there under Owen now?
It's weird.
A year on maternity leave,
I get back, you're gone, Tony's gone, Janet's gone.
Not that I miss Janet much, but...
Well, I do and I don't, if that makes sense.
Perfect sense.
All right, thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Yes!
Yes. Come on, a little bit... a little bit of shush.
Thank you. A little bit of shush.
All right, as you can see, I drew the short straw
and scored today's emcee's gig.
But, look, before we get you to part with your hard-earned,
can I just say on behalf of the Northern Devils
how proud I am of what this club achieved last year.
Thank you. Yeah. That's right.
I mean, going from last to fourth in one season, it's unbelievable.
And next year, we'll go all the way.
That's right. That's right.
And also, supporting the community that supported us is...
it's what a great club is all about.
Now, I remember at the beginning of last year,
I sat down with Lucy, and I said,
"Lucy," I said, "we've known each other for six years,
"but did you ever imagine, in your wildest dreams,
"that I'd end up captain of a club like the Devils?"
And Lucy just looked at me and said,
"Well, frankly, Nate, you're not even in my wildest dreams."
All right, thank you very much for that laugh. I appreciate it.
Now, let's get this auction under way, ladies and gentlemen.
We're gonna go auction number one,
a seven-night, five-star Fiji holiday, all right?
Can we get some enthusiasm? That's a pretty good first thing.
Let's pump it up a little bit!
All right, now, who's gonna give me...
Let's start with 1,500. 1,500 anyone?
15 over here. All right, 17?
Have we got 17...? 17 there. Thank you, mate.
What a ball.
- Not bad. - Did just enough...
There you go. Healthy food. Make sure you tell Mum.
Watch this catch.
How awesome is that?
Yeah, he's very skilful...
straight into the safe hands of the diving Ravi Hasan.
Is this the game Mum's at?
Yeah, she's somewhere there in that sea of hysterical humanity.
Hard at work.
What does 'hysterical' mean?
Uh... it's Uncle Tony on a Saturday night.
They're still scoring more than seven an over.
And is that good?
- Ow! Shit. - Yeah, it's not bad. Um... Sorry.
Particularly on a ground this big. But...
they've lost too many wickets.
If they don't get a really good partnership here, they're done.
Ow. Ugh.
- Whoo! - A partnership?
Oh, right, yeah. So, um, each wicket's called a partnership
because two players are batting at the same time.
Right.
That was so close.
All right, the bat Clay Nelson used to hit the Poms for 151
and win the legendary Lords Test eight years ago,
signed by the whole team.
Now, who's gonna give me 2,000?
- Yoo! - Thank you, mate.
Two grand here. Four, anyone?
Stirlo! Onya, buddy. Four from Stirlo.
Six? Six?
Six. Eight?
Stirlo, eight. Eight from Stirlo.
- 10? - What are you doing?
Since when do you have a spare eight grand?
I don't. But it's okay. There's someone here who's going to pay 10.
- I just have to get the price up. - Oh.
Okay, no worries. 8,000.
I've got 8,000 here with Stirlo, going once.
- Are you sure? - Eight, going twice.
- I... I was sure. - Go, you moneybags.
Last call on $8,000!
Oh, my stars.
Sold!
To the hottest lawyer in town, Richie Stirlo.
Nice work, buddy.
All right, ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the auction.
I'd just like to thank you all for coming out
and supporting a really good cause and supporting the team.
Enjoy the rest of the function. Thank you very much.
- What have I done? - I think you bought a bat.
Maybe you could get a second job at a pub? Might pay it off.
- You could sell your car. - Yeah, ride your bat to work.
That'd be a look.
Uh, Richard, this is Darren.
Richard's a lawyer.
- Darren's in concrete. - Concrete?
Yeah. I specialise in boots.
Nah, I'm only kidding. I'm in construction.
Oh...
Still, I thought it'd be better you know, for the photos in the media,
you know, of you with Clay's bat, rather than with me,
if you know what I mean.
Still, I did say that I would buy it,
so listen, ah, there's 10 there...
you keep two for yourself, all right?
Yeah, I'll come pick it up in a couple of weeks,
after all the photos.
- All right, catch you round. - Thanks, Richard.
All right...
Don't, uh, keep any of it.
Give it all to the Foundation.
You do not want to owe that guy anything.
Who is he?
Darren who?
Darren Faulkes.
Gold star, Bonnie.
He's been a major person of interest in about a dozen enquiries.
Couldn't ever nail him.
What's Richard becoming, lawyer to the crooks?
Inspector Grieve?
Sophie. Hi.
This is Ms King, from the National Crime Commission.
- Nice to meet you. - I was told you're our person here.
Yeah. What do you need to know?
You were the night manager the last time the Firecrackers
- played down here? - Mm-hm.
Did anyone go to Ravi Hasan's room that night?
- Should we move somewhere else? - No, no, it's good.
I like them feeling a little uncomfortable.
Ravi had a guest all night.
- Did you recognise him? - Her.
Yes, definitely. She's a very well-known actress.
And he's married, and about to run for office in Pakistan.
Exactly. That's why it's all very hush-hush.
Yes, understandably.
Anyway, I think gambling and match-fixing
were the last things on his mind that evening.
It's Shannon Hinksman.
He's spent more time inside than out. Is he here much?
Oh, a bit, when the team is.
Did you ever see Shannon talking to Oliver Pittman?
Well, yeah, but only down here.
Oliver's pretty shy. He went to the team dinner.
- Who was he sitting next to? - Brandon Williams.
But then he pretty much just stayed in his room.
He was so nervous about the game he could barely sleep.
He kept ordering snacks all through the night,
so I had to reopen the kitchen.
Took him pizza, a club sandwich and a cheese board.
So, you just gave him the food and left?
More or less.
I might have stayed longer the last time.
We talked.
He was so sweet.
And worried.
Did he tell you anything specific?
He just said, "If we lose by one, I'm gonna feel like shit."
But he never said why.
Although, he did say
that he just found it really hard to say no to him.
Ravi or Brandon?
No, Clay.
He was talking about Clay Nelson.
You guys had a great time, yeah?
Sorry you didn't get to go to Fiji.
Stirlo! Come and join us.
Come on, mate, you're part of the team.
- You guys mind? - Hey, you kick on, mate.
- We've got a two-year-old to rescue. - All right, see ya.
- See ya. - Have fun.
- Where are we going? - Just the pub on the corner.
No cameras, no journos. Just us.
And that includes you.
- No drugs. - No, nothing.
No pills, lines, packets, tokes, nothin'.
But if you want something, just see Flynn, all right?
Mate, your face! Fuck!
We're good, all right. You just relax. Have fun.
Okay, look, how much do you need to get home?
- 50 bucks. - Okay.
Look, I know Mum will black out in a couple of hours,
but if Kev's still there
I don't want to get home till you do, yeah?
I'm going to message you as soon as I leave.
Okay.
- All right? - Thank you.
- I won't be much longer. - Thanks, bubba.
It's okay.
Hey, babe. What are you looking for tonight?
- Fresh air. - Oh, nice one.
- You got a name? - No.
- Oh, come on. - No.
Oh...
Oi, get out of here, you sicko!
Wow. Hey, great tits, darl!
I said, get off me!
Fuck off!
No! Leave me alone!
Let me go!
Fuck you!
Yeah!
- I want to go home! Let me go! - Hey!
Get the fuck off me!
- Oh, yes! - Fuck you!
- Hey! - Fuck off!
There goes she who was about to be fucked!
So, Clay.
One conversation. No witnesses.
Yeah, but it's got a ring of truth to it, don't you think?
He was so upset.
That could be guilt as well as grief. It does make sense.
Well, it's just hearsay. It's not much use to us.
We can use it.
How?
Cleverly.
Anyway, that's a job for tomorrow.
Work's over now.
I've heard that before.
Hey, Em does like you, you know that.
She's just at the age where, you know,
life's a bit like a chocolate cake,
if I give some for you, there's less for her.
But I'll talk to her.
And she'll get used to you.
I have.
Only just.
- Just try and clear your head. - What?
It's better when you don't sweat it.
How many times did you ask him?
- Once. - Once?
One time. I asked him, he said yes.
Well, that's the first lie.
Who told him to bowl a wide?
- None of us knew... - Second lie...
- how hard he was taking it. - Did you ask him?
Ignoring it would be like standing by him.
Thank you.
I thought you should know
that Clay'll have to appear again tomorrow.
Why? What more can you ask him?
- What more can he tell us? - Nothing.
- Yes, he can. - Oh, well, it won't be the truth.
If you ramp up the intimidation and the threats,
then it's just like torture,
everyone talks, but all they say is whatever will make it stop.
Richard, I taught you that.
Please don't lecture me with my own notes.
Either you have new evidence or you don't.
Absolutely correct, and we do.
Which is... what?
I'm not going to spell it all out.
If it forms part of the case against him, we've a right to know.
If he's facing trial, yes. But he's not, yet.
But I'm meeting with you because I believe
it's in everyone's interest for the relationship we have with Clay
to become collaborative, not adversarial.
And I'm... I'm hoping you can help him realise
the benefits of this approach.
This is uncharacteristically compassionate.
It's pragmatic.
I don't believe Clay's a major profit taker in this labyrinth.
He may not even know who that is.
But he knows something.
I... I don't think, actually, at this point in time,
I can do my job properly and listen to you.
Oh, you've always listened to me.
In fact, you wouldn't be half the barrister you are if you hadn't.
And there's a time to step out of the shadow and into the sunlight.
The truth is, Richard, we're after much bigger fish than him.
I have to know what the evidence is.
One of the hotel employees spent half an hour or so
with Oliver Pittman in his room the night before the game.
And they told us what Clay asked Oliver to do.
Clay was distraught when he talked to us. You were there.
He's a ball of stress and panic and guilt.
I mean, now, I know you can advise him to say,
"I don't recall" until the cows come home,
but... but he will never feel at peace with himself,
or with Oliver...
until he tells us the truth.
Now...
what is your real duty to your client?
That's all I'm gonna say.
They were at the hotel, and they would've talked to the staff, but...
- Yeah. - Look, is it real? Half-real?
Complete rubbish? You tell me.
So, what'd she threaten if I didn't give her something?
- What, my reputation? My assets? - No.
Nothing? I suppose she didn't have to spell it out, though.
Look, to be honest, they don't want to force you to talk.
They think they can now, of course, but that's not really the point.
They want you to agree to talk.
But only if you've got something to say.
Yeah, well...
Look, she thinks that would help everybody.
But, if they're right, I think it would mostly help you.
- Hey, Dad. - Yeah?
- Have you got time for a game later? - Sure, Reed.
- Homework first, all right, son? - Yeah.
I'm not at the centre of any of this.
- I don't know that much. - It doesn't matter.
I suppose I could...
just tell them the truth.
Oh, God.
Sure. Why not?
She's right, you know. It actually feels good just thinking about it.
Might as well tell them everything.
Thanks, mate.
Good man, Rich.
Who can say what he really knows?
Although he might know more than we do
about the fire at Ravi's house.
Which was definitely arson, the police tell us.
They also told us it's actually owned
by the head of security for the Pakistan embassy.
Well, that's gotta be worth a question.
- Right, see you tomorrow. - See ya.
- Come on. Yeah, that's it. I'm - CLAY: Here we go. Here we go.
- Still in front. I'm still in front. - Oh!
Hang on, I've got the brake on or something.
Come on.
Let's go. Oh, no, no!
On one wheel! Let's go.. Yes! That's it.
Come on.
- Right. Right. Right. - Go, go, go, go, go, go. Boom.
- Oh...! - Oh.
Come on.
Something's wrong with this...
- No, come on! I'm gonna appeal, mate. - I'm s... I didn't meant to.
- I didn't mean to. - I'm gonna appeal, mate.
- Ready? Ready? Ready? - No, no, hold on. Hold on.
Can we get it? Yes!
- Oh! Oh, backflip. - I win.
Sucked in. Get... get wrecked!
- Get wrecked! - I let you win. I let you win.
- No, you didn't. - Okay, start again.
- Stop. Stop! Oh! - Start again. Go, go, go!
- Go away. Come on. Go on. Go. - You're hopeless.
- Me? Oh, nuh. - You're done, mate. You're done.
- I'm just starting. - You're done.
Hey, Clay?
Rich, mate, I'd like to go over a couple of things for tomorrow.
Yeah. Anything. Fire away.
Why don't you brush your teeth, get in bed
and I'll read you the rest of that story.
Come on, but you promised we'd finish this level. Come on.
- Just get to bed. I'll... - You promised!
Just give me a second and I'll...
Mate, um, I was thinking...
Just give me a sec, would ya?
Rich, I'll call you back, mate.
See ya.
It's okay, Dad. I don't need a story tonight.
Eh?
What are you talking about?
There's just a few chapters left.
- You sure? - Yeah.
"If I'd told anyone a few short weeks ago
"that things would've worked out the way they have...
"I would have been called delusional...
"at worst, insane.
"But I can't deny reality.
"What seemed far-fetched not long ago has come to pass."
Oliver Pittman, what does it feel like?
Good.
- Who's your favourite player? - Clay Nelson.
I mean, it's Clay Nelson.
I didn't want to.
And when he's calling you every night of the week, you have to.
But Clay's Clay.
- Who's your favourite player? - Clay Nelson.
It's Clay Nelson.
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He was about to come clean about his role
in a multi-million-dollar betting scam.
He must have realised it was only a matter of time
before he was publicly disgraced.
Maxine Reynolds,
she managed both Clay Nelson and Nate Baldwin.
I mean, my clients, Nate and Clay, they are fine young men...
Who are both associated with suspect sport betting and match fixing.
Nate Baldwin's just killed one of his teammates.
- What? - We have no further comment.
Have you seen the video of Tyler Perati's sister?
What was your involvement in the incident?
And the events of this morning have no way steered you
towards this particular line of enquiry?
Facts have steered me, Tony. You are...
You cannot go gallivanting off after your personal vendetta!