Is everything alright, mate?
A cop just got gunned down at a drive-through burger joint
in Coburg,
and it's opened up a can of very old worms.
Grech was ready to come clean.
Reckoned he had 25 years of guilt to get off his chest.
Arggh!
Barry's in hospital. He had a heart attack.
I ran into your... visitor.
You can't tell Carol.
I've waited a long time for this, Barry.
There'd better not be any deathbed confessions.
I'm so sorry, Jack, for Isabel.
Why would Barry mention Isabel?
You listening now, Jack?
I want to see that Wayne Milovich file.
What makes you say Constable Grech
was looking for trouble?
As I told Sergeant Khoury...
I want to know who sent you.
I'm not waiting around for you to put a bullet in my head.
Yeah, I'd like to report a stolen car.
Jack, that thing I said about Isabel,
it wasn't the morphine, mate.
This day's been coming.
You want me to come with ya?
Keep it running.
Stay cool, Milovich.
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Linda?
Jack.
You didn't call me back.
Well, things have been crazy, and...
- Barry's dead. - I know. I heard.
I am so sorry.
- I can't believe that he... - He didn't do it.
The... the cops want it to be that, but that's not what it is.
Hey, these... these things don't always make sense, especially...
- Why would he do that? - He had a pie in the oven.
- Why would he top himself? - Ready?
Uh, yeah. Um, Jack, this is Amara, my publisher.
Nice to meet you. Uh, we need to get out there.
- They've closed the house. - You need to write something.
- Yeah, now just isn't the time. - I think if you write something...
- Any chance this can wait? - No!
It... it... you need to write a story.
I don't NEED to do anything, Jack.
And you're drunk.
Sorry. That's... Thank you.
I was genuinely sad when I heard about Barry.
And I did think of you, of course.
- It... - See you out there.
Yeah.
But, Jack, we're not those people for each other anymore.
We haven't been for years.
Hi, everyone, and thanks for joining us this evening
for our Meet the Author series, with a Walkley-Award-winning journalist
whose personal and deeply human memoir...
You gonna at least come to his funeral?
- Jesus, Jack! Now is not the time. - Please welcome Linda Hillier.
So that's it, then, is it?
You know what?
- I'm not coming to his... - ..fucking funeral!
Thanks.
- Hi. - Sorry.
- Yeah, yeah. - So, tell us about the book.
Uh, yes. Um, where could I start?
So this Grech and Tregear business.
Is this you?
I assumed it was YOU.
Maybe we should move things forward.
Contact The Banker.
My guy doesn't work like that.
We wait.
As planned.
We wait much longer and there won't be any of us left.
Mr Irish.
Detective Inspector Phil Maitland.
PSC.
Ah, nice acronym.
You have a special department just for making them up?
Professional Standards Command.
Used to be the old Internal Affairs.
Rat squad.
You find out who murdered Barry Tregear yet?
We did manage to find your stolen car.
Bit of a classic.
Well, that might be overstating it.
People writing off their cars and then reporting them stolen.
Textbook.
Oh, that's not what this is.
Sign this.
I wasn't sure if that was a new bullet hole or not.
It's a bit beneath your pay grade, isn't it? Stolen cars?
Courtesy for a mate of Tregear's.
Interior detailing not part of the service,
but when we get a DNA result on that blood in the back seat,
you'll be the first to know.
So he's an ex-cop?
Yeah.
I thought he was a mate of Barry's, but then he tried to kill me, so...
So you thought you'd give him another chance?
Well, I reckon he either killed Barry or he knows who did.
Jack!
What?
Khoury's diving instructor could be on this too.
- Do I just unplug it? - Yeah, and hurry up.
OK.
Hello, Jack.
How's the bee business?
Look.
Look how amazing this is.
Every cell...
...is a perfect hexagon, like a tiny apartment block,
and the worker bees go back to the same colony every night
for their entire lives.
Then you chop it all up and sell it off.
What DO you want, Jack?
I know you. You're allergic to fresh air.
Um... I need help with this CCTV thing.
Have you plugged that into your computer?
No.
You really are quite technically challenged, aren't you?
Well, maybe I just like being belittled by you.
And, uh, I'm also hoping you can give me background
on the people in this photograph.
Oh! That is so typical.
You just turn up, out of the blue, expect me to drop everything.
Can't you see that I am busy?
I'm sorry. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
Look, I think Barry's killer might be on here.
Oh, see? Classic Jack Irish!
You make it impossible for me to say no!
Alright. Come on, then.
- You have missed this, haven't you? - No, I haven't.
Hey, mate.
Hey, how'd Simone go?
Oh, check this out.
- Uh... - You getting another Studebaker?
Well, I've gotta get another car, don't I?
So I looked at everyone who went to the jetty after Barry was killed,
eliminating anyone who looked like they should have been there,
which leaves this bloke.
- Black hoodie? - Well, that narrows it down.
Well, hang on. There's another angle.
There we go.
Oh, a Torana, SL/R 5000.
It's a bogan's wet dream.
Yeah.
You can't see the plates, but...
...there can't be many more of those in captivity,
especially not that colour.
I'll ask around. I know a bloke who bleeds brake fluid.
Thanks, mate.
Oh, hey, listen. Um...
What do you reckon would be, like, the worst security passcode
that someone would stick in their phone?
Tell me you didn't.
Yeah. I did.
1-2-3-4.
Oh. Daylight for second.
See ya, Jack.
OK.
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.
Into your hands, Father of all mercies,
we commend our brother Barry...
...in the sure and certain hope
that together with all who have died in Christ...
...he will rise with them on the last day.
Merciful Lord, turn to us
and listen to our prayers.
Open the gates of paradise to your servant...
...and help us who remain to comfort one another
with the assurances of faith...
...until we all meet in Christ
and are with you and with our brother.
Amen.
Jack?
Jack.
Did you like the lasagne?
What?
The lasagne we brought over.
- Oh, yeah. It was great. Thanks. - Yeah, mate.
Do you reckon I could get the dish?
Uh, I promised Simone I'd try a... a vegan moussaka
and we've only got one dish.
Oh, Jack.
That was a... lovely service.
No, I think he would have really hated it, it's not very him, but...
...uh, thank you for your help with his chair.
Oh.
I just couldn't bear to look at it sitting all empty in the living...
Sorry.
Here.
Fuck, Jack.
Who has a handkerchief these days?
Sorry for your loss.
Well, then, maybe you can reopen the investigation into cause of death.
Open-and-shut suicide. It's hardly top-shelf policing, is it?
The bullet was from his gun, Mr Irish.
There was no evidence of foul play.
Unless... you know something we don't.
You want to revise your statement?
Why, so you can ignore it again?
Don't suppose you noticed Tregear's phone at the scene?
No.
Mrs Tregear insisted she left it with him
in case anything happened while she was out,
but it's gone MIA.
You're better off asking whoever did this, I reckon.
No-one did this, Mr Irish.
You right to go?
- You go, mate. - Yeah, you sure?
Yeah.
Alright.
I didn't think YOU'D miss this.
We used to meet whenever Barry was on night shift.
He'd come over to my place and we'd sneak an hour or two together.
He was gonna leave Carol.
Had a little nest egg tucked away we were going to use.
It
was all set.
Then Carol got pregnant.
And suddenly Barry's building a pool in their backyard.
Couldn't leave her.
Wouldn't.
I was in a pretty bad way after that.
Then came the car accident.
It was my fault. I was drinking too much.
I just wanted him back.
Did he ever talk shop?
No. I was his escape from all that.
I never met any of his cop friends.
So he didn't mention a Mick Khoury?
Uh-uh.
You seemed a bit...
...shaken up at the hospital that day.
He called me out of nowhere.
We hadn't spoken in years.
He seemed pretty wound up about something.
- He didn't say what? - No.
Wouldn't talk about it.
Yeah. Maybe I should have pushed it, given what's happened.
Barry wasn't the type of bloke to kill himself.
I didn't realise there was a type.
That heart attack nearly killed him.
That can do strange things to a man.
Maybe he was looking at the life he made and didn't like it after all.
Thanks, Nina.
We always knew that it would be a... niche...
..market.
You know, if you take out my advance copies
and the ones that Orton bought and hid in the garage...
Oh.
Those are... collector's items.
Well, I think that it was a book that needed to be written.
If only it was a book that needed to be read.
I'm not done yet.
Excuse me.
Oh, but it's fine, Amara.
You know, I would have self-published anyway.
What will you do now?
I think I'll stick to journalism.
Hi.
Hope I'm not intruding.
Jack, this is Amara, Linda's publisher.
- Hello again. - Hi.
I was right about Barry. There's definitely something going on.
Sorry.
Uh... I'm sorry.
I'll just, uh...
Come on.
Look.
Barry didn't kill himself, OK?
And the cop that he had me following has turned up dead.
And now someone's going after Barry's old mistress.
You can't tell me there's nothing here.
I can't disappear down these rabbit holes anymore.
- There's no end of them with you. - This is what we do.
No. This is what YOU do.
You get stuck in the past and you never let go.
This is a mate of mine who's been murdered.
And I paid my respects.
But you need to find someone else to write the story.
- He's a loose cannon. - Yeah.
But... but he has always had a good... radar.
Where's my car?
Leave me alone.
What the fuck, Case?!
My car. Where is it?
Had to go on a little holiday.
That's my car!
- You know what it means to me! - Hey!
What have you done?
You'll get it back. You'll get it back!
Alright?
Well, I'm not catching the fuckin' bus to work.
G'day, mate. Where's your mum?
I'm so sorry to do this. I need you to look after him for an hour.
- Evie... - Emergency. Don't say no.
I've got the iPad.
Oh, God.
I don't have the iPad. But he'll be fine.
I don't have time to babysit. I've got...
It's not called babysitting when you're his father.
Be good for Dad.
- Sure. OK. - Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
I got a bit of work to do, mate, so...
...you'll be right, eh?
What's this?
Oh, that... that's just rubbish, mate.
Who's this?
Um...
...well, that's...that's my old man.
That's your grandad.
Where is he?
Oh...
...he went away, a long time ago.
Why?
I don't know.
I had a friend who went away too, last week.
Why?
Yeah.
Keep asking myself the same question.
There you go.
Strawberry kombucha.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
Now, Jack,
uh, do you know anything about bluetooths?
You're better off asking Sami, mate.
'Cause I got these new earbuds, but I don't know how to connect them.
What do you need earbuds for?
Well, to listen to the races.
Just put the radio on.
Uh, no. Well, uh, Cherry turfed that.
It's bad feng shui.
It was disrupting the flow of positive chi
throughout the space, Jack.
- Mmm. - I see that now.
What do you know about chi and feng shui?
He searches something on the internet one time.
Well, I found YOU on the internet, my love.
And may I say, you are looking a definite 11 today.
Mmm. I'm an 11 every day.
Are you gonna colour this in? Yeah.
Slay, girl.
What does that even mean?
Oh, I got no idea, Jack.
I've got this list of words that I'm trying to drop in
every now and then, but most of the time, I don't know
if I'm lit, uh, vibing, slaying...
..or mint.
Uh-huh.
I mean, mint was a lolly when I was a boy.
Cam.
I spoke to my mate Bruno from the auto shop.
He's my go-to man for anything Torana.
Oh, yeah? What did he say?
He gave me a list of regulars. I've texted it to you.
Great. Thanks, mate.
Hey, listen, can you keep an eye on him for me?
Oh, well, I'd love to, Jack. I mean... I mean, I'm great with kids.
But I can't risk my liquor licence.
- Yeah. - Or my marriage.
Sorry.
Hey, Sami. Hey.
- Hey. - What's going on?
Oh, I've been dealing with it all morning.
I didn't want Sami to see. Why are you back already?
- Because I've gotta be somewhere. - Oh.
How long have you known about this?
Well, it wasn't meant to be happening yet.
The landlord promised he'd wait.
I'm looking. Inner city's pricey.
We might have to move out a bit, that's all.
Move out where?
Wherever's best for Sami.
Irish.
So I've been thinking.
Maybe there IS something in it.
Is that an apology?
Definitely not.
I thought you didn't like rabbit holes.
I just don't like YOUR rabbit holes.
Well, I'm about to go down one now,
so I'll call you back when I'm done, OK?
Can I help you?
Uh, yeah. This is the place with the '74 Torana?
'Cause I've... I've seen it around.
I just wondered if your boyfriend might want to sell it.
Can't a girl drive a Torana?
Yeah. No, absolutely.
It's just that I saw a bloke driving it,
so I assumed it was probably your boyfriend...
Police! Stay away from that door.
Troy!
Don't move. I want a word with you.
Troy! Troy! Don't try anything stupid!
Outside! Stay where you are!
- Hands behind your... - Um, thanks.
There you go.
- Keep the change. - Thank you.
Want to tell us what you were doing there?
Murdering a cheeseburger.
So you're telling us the same day you get out of jail,
you just happen to be chomping on a burger
while a policeman is being killed in the drive-through?
I didn't know we're convicting on coincidence now.
This video places you... Detective.
We can watch this video another 10 times,
but my client will still just be ordering a hamburger.
You don't have a motive or a weapon.
My client doesn't even know the deceased.
I'm happy to sit here all day,
but I'm not sure taxpayers will feel the same.
Cut him loose.
This is none of your business.
It will be my business if his lawyer files a complaint for harassment.
You got nothing that sticks.
And if you keep pushing, Francine, you'll fuck it up.
Unless, of course, there's...
...some other reason you want to hold him.
So they're all connected, OK?
Khoury was the cop who arrested Wayne Milovich back in the day
when he assaulted Grech.
Now all three of them are dead.
And I'm pretty sure that Torana Man killed Khoury.
Well, the police will say Khoury was an accident.
He got drunk, tripped, got caught in the anchor chain.
Yeah, but you don't drop anchor when you're at a marina.
"Drop anchor"? You speak pirate now?
Listen, I just saw the cops take Torana Man in, OK?
So I reckon they suspect him for Grech's murder.
They'll no doubt question him about Khoury as well.
But Grech was an execution, if Torana Man killed Khoury,
then why is he suddenly trying to hide it?
Jack. Famous Polish pierogi.
Sauerkraut and mushroom.
Yes.
You know, when Linda said chef, I was thinking
a full industrial kitchen would probably be a prerequisite.
Oh, no.
- That's the old construct. - Yep.
We're on the cusp of an egalitarian food revolution.
Eat the rich, comrade.
Precisely.
Smacznego.
Mmm! Oh!
Hm.
So, from a...
...Pulitzer-Prize-winning journalist to food truck vendor.
Certainly an interesting career trajectory.
You're still running your law firm
out of a storage cupboard in the pub?
It's... it's... it's hardly a cupboard.
Shall we?
Table for two.
You know, when he was in hospital before he died,
Barry told me he was sorry for Isabel.
He'd never even met Isabel.
It was probably the pethidine talking.
I don't know.
I've got Simone doing some background on the cops.
What's this?
It's the Milovich file.
You work the cops.
I'll look into Milovich.
Oh, Mrs Milovich?
I'm Linda Hillier.
I'm a journalist.
I work for the newspaper. I understand you.
Hm.
Come.
For years...
...I prayed for someone to come.
To tell the truth.
I can still do that.
What for now?
It's too late.
If not for you, for your grandchildren.
It might mean something to them.
The kucka took them from him.
She broke his heart.
I know.
My boy did bad things.
I live with what he did.
But you don't take his flesh and blood.
Do you have children?
A daughter.
11 years old.
This is a good country to be a girl.
Oh! It's ready. Come.
Eat. You're too skinny.
I... I do want to hear the truth about your son.
She swears that Wayne was acting in self-defence.
Well, she's his mother.
Right.
She says the neighbours saw Grech slam the flyscreen door on him,
broke his nose.
It was only after that that Milovich went postal.
Well, why didn't they tell the police?
She said they did, but there's nothing in the file.
And the neighbours don't speak English.
Police didn't fall over themselves to follow up.
Hm.
I believe her. We ate borek.
Yeah, you're cheating on me with other foreign pastries now?
Anja says that you have to drink rakija with it.
Phwoa!
Yeah. Home-brew.
You know, Milovich claimed that he didn't start the fight,
but Jack didn't believe him, but he never spoke to Anja.
Well, didn't Milovich plead guilty?
On Jack's recommendation.
But if he'd spoken to the mother, it might have been different.
Or not.
Do you think I should tell Jack? It might be important.
Don't you think he feels bad enough
without wondering if he caused his wife's death?
Stanley.
Hello?
Can I have a pot?
Oh, yeah.
Ooh, I've got me new beer on tap.
The, uh, Prince pale ale.
It's artisanal.
No, I'll just have my usual, thanks, mate.
Gone, Jack. Wasn't selling.
Oh, here you go, mate. It's, uh, artisanal.
I'm not staying.
OK.
Mate, she was up all night doing whatever it is that she does.
Have you got any idea what you can buy on the dark web?
Drugs, body parts, submarines, even assassins.
Well, you can buy all that in the real world too, you know.
Not in Warrandyte, you can't.
I think she hacked the police.
You're gonna get the love of my life thrown in jail.
I don't want you asking Simone to do this sort of work anymore.
No, OK.
I... I won't ask her.
You promise?
Yeah. Promise.
Simone.
Is he still there?
No, he's just left.
But he wasn't very happy with me, I don't think.
Oh, bless him.
Now, I've worked out how all these people in your photo are connected.
You'll see in the file, they were in Drug Squad together.
25 years ago, Barry, Mick Khoury and two other detectives,
Francine Underwood and Joe Slorach, were involved in a big heroin bust,
$1 million wholesale, which was quite a lot back then.
Two men, who were known to police, were shot dead during the raid.
Simone! Inhale.
I'm sorry, Jack.
I've missed this.
Now, where was I? The drug bust.
It was called Operation Great White,
which is quite humorous, really, for police.
- Great name for a boat. - What?
Hey, what about that other dead cop, Grech?
Was he part of Great White? He wasn't Drug Squad.
But he and Barry came out of the academy together.
And what's this title search for?
It's the warehouse where the drug bust went down.
I was checking to see who owned it.
"Clemens Road, Docklands".
Uh, this is great work, Simone. Thanks.
I really appreciate it. And I promise I'll never call you again.
Oh, my...
Hi.
Um... I need to see that Milovich file.
OK. So we have a front door, you know, for guests.
That one's more for intruders.
Yeah, sorry.
See, look, Wayne Milovich had 113 unpaid parking fines.
And?
Including 29 at Clemens Road, Docklands.
That's the same street where a drug bust
by the name of Great White went down.
So you think Milovich was dealing?
I-I reckon if he was, the cops would have swept him up in the bust, so...
It was a million dollars' worth of heroin, right?
Yeah. And Barry, Grech, Khoury, Milovich were all involved.
Which means we're running out of people to talk to.
Oh.
Harry?
Um, I can't, mate. I've gotta pick up my kid from kinder.
Well, what kind of urgent matter?
Harry?
Um... I'm... I'm gonna go.
Front door, please. Use the front door.
Ah, doesn't matter whether it's the picnic races or the Melbourne Cup,
my heart skips a beat every time.
You take your medication this morning, boss?
Oh! Don't worry, Brendan. I'm high on life.
Did I mention that Camelot Surprise is running in the fourth?
Yeah, a few times now.
Who's Camelot Surprise, again, boss?
The half-brother to my yearling, Charlemagne's Joy.
When it wins, the value of my boy will double overnight.
Right.
- You got something to say, Cam? - Oh...
No, get it out.
Yeah, Harry.
Everyone knows the favourite's gonna win this race by three lengths.
Any mug punter can see that. Well, I'm not any mug punter.
Am I?
Is it like a circus?
Yeah. It's one big circus.
Mum says if the horses fall over, you gotta shoot them.
Right.
Well, best we don't, uh, tell her about this, then, eh?
Oh. You took your time.
Good to see you brought the young fella along.
No better place for some father-son bonding than a racetrack.
I gotta get him home, Harry.
Uh...
...I want you to lay this on for me.
Seriously? That's the urgent matter?
Well, I can't do it meself. It'll be like sending up a flare!
And... and Brendan's legs, they're painted on, are they?
Oh, look at him, Jack.
He fronts up to a book with 10 grand in cash,
they're gonna want to know which bank he robbed.
Yeah. I get that a lot.
So Race 4, Camelot Surprise, to win.
It's gonna be a surprise alright.
There's your hot tip for the day, young fella.
You can put your house on it.
- We don't have a house. - We'll find you one.
Mum says she gonna find one in Castlemaine but it's a secret.
Oh.
Nice place, Castlemaine.
There's your first home buyers' grant.
Camelot Surprise on the nose.
He's five.
Look, these are precious years, Jack.
Formative.
You owe it to him to blood him early.
Teach him about trifectas or something, will ya?
I'll be back soon, OK?
Hi. This is Evie. Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message.
Evie, it's me. Listen.
I...
I'll... I'll call you back.
Um...
...10 large on Camelot Surprise.
- To win? - Yeah.
No, mate. Each way.
Believe me, we'll be doing Harry a favour.
They're moving into the stalls now for Race 4 at Caulfield.
Gunsablazin' comes up into stall one.
- Where's Sami? - Jacobi Queen moves in.
- Waiting on Camelot Surprise... - He was here a moment ago.
You were supposed to keep an eye on him.
A man's only got two eyes, Jack.
One on the horse and one on the finish line. He'll turn up.
Sami?
Sami!
The red light's on.
And they're racing.
The favourite, Polka Dot Princess, got away well.
Sami!
Sami?
The field sort out their position at the first 100 metres.
They're running three in sections as they run past.
Sami?
...Daylight, then Polka Dot Princess,
Cleo's Kick a length further back to Gunsablazin'.
Sami!
Sami, you in here?
Camelot Surprise brings up the rear.
As they go to the turn now, 400 to go.
Cleo's Kick is the first to challenge...
Where are you, mate?
- Yes! Yes! Yes! - Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
- Sami? - ..to Cleo's Kick...
- Sorry, mate. - ...Gunsablazin' battling only.
Camelot Surprise is coming home hard,
and here's Polka Dot Princess on the outside.
She is coming home two to their one
to win by a nose from brave Swan River,
with Camelot Surprise just holding on for third from Cleo's Kick...
- Boss? - ..then Gunsablazin'.
Dad.
Hey, mate.
I remember the first time I lost one of MY boys, at the footy.
It's your worst nightmare.
And you just happened to be here to find MY son, did you?
Interesting results in on the blood in your car.
Are you still sticking with the stolen car story?
That bloke Homicide arrested yesterday in Pascoe Vale.
Is he responsible for Barry?
They cut him loose.
Nothing to hold him on.
Mind you...
...if they had the CCTV from Khoury's boat club...
...that might have been helpful.
If I were you, I'd keep my nose out of police business.
There's three dead already.
Four if you count your wife.
You saw how he was checked at the turn!
And that poison dwarf riding him!
You don't just point them at the finish line and show them the whip!
You've gotta be in tune with the horse.
Hey, listen. Calm down. Boss. Listen.
If it's any consolation, Jack got the wrong end of the stick.
He laid the money on each way.
Really?
Yeah. You made good coin, on third place.
It was never about the money.
Mmm.
- What are you doing here? - I'm taking him home.
Why don't we just leave him till the morning like we agreed?
Tell me what you two did today.
Uh...
...I picked him up, we went to the park, kicked the footy...
You took him to the races.
No. No, I didn't.
Your voicemail, Jack.
You went to the races with my 5-year-old son.
Yeah, well, you said you might have to move a bit further out,
and I was thinking Coburg, not two hours away.
Oh, if you can't be honest with me, how can I trust you with HIM?
Look, it's not a big deal, Evie.
Not every kid who goes to the races with their old man
ends up with a gambling addiction.
Who took YOU the first time?
Hey, sweetie. Hey.
It's OK. It's Mummy. OK, darling.
OK. OK. Alright.
I...
Oh, hang on. Hang on.
- His shoes. - Oh.
Look, I'm sorry, Sami told me
you were looking at a place in Castlemaine.
It just threw me.
Don't blame this on me.
Did you ask him? I mean, what does HE think?
Oh, come on, Jack. He's five.
Yeah.
You can drive up and visit.
Whoa.
- Morning. - Morning.
Whoa.
- Is that breakfast? - No.
Uh, Jack, look...
...there's something I didn't tell you about Wayne Milovich.
Yeah, OK.
His mother says Grech started the fight.
Came to the door looking for trouble.
Yeah, well, she would say that.
She's his mother.
I also spoke to one of the neighbours
who says she saw everything.
And she insists that Wayne was acting in self-defence.
Mmm...
He always said I never listened to him.
Well, he did put Grech in hospital.
Do you reckon that's the reason why maybe he lost his wife and kids?
And why he topped himself?
Look, I'm sure you did what you thought was right.
Well, it's simple, isn't it?
If I'd listened to Milovich, then...
...maybe Isa would still be here.
Isabel wasn't your fault.
Look, you may have made a mistake, but Milovich was unstable.
He lost it when his wife took off with the kids.
Yeah, well, that'll do it.
I wonder what happened to his kids.
No idea.
Here we go. Wayne's dependants.
Troy and Casey Milovich.
They'd be 26 and 28 now.
Wonder if either of them have got a record.
Uh... um...
..."Troy Milovich."
Alright. Here we go.
Uh... court records say Troy Milovich
was sentenced for 11 months for armed burglary
as a getaway driver.
Well, we should pay him a visit.
Too late. He was released a week ago.
Grech was killed a week ago.
That's him. That's Torana Man.
That is Wayne Milovich's son.
Are you thinking revenge killings?
Happy birthday, Dad.
Are you sure you want to be jumping back down a hole
you spent so long climbing out of?
I mean, Barry's old culture, but not this.
You're asking questions about my dead husband.
So it was a lie. It was all a lie.
- Tell your wife I read her book. - Oh.
I feel like I really know you now.
- Is he dangerous? - Well, there's a lot at stake.
Not everything's about money!
Harry, this is horseracing. It's always about money.
Want me to hurt some people?
I'm not sure you're coping.
Blood. It's all that matters.
I gotta stop this kid.