A Cry in the Dark Page #6

with the perfect murder.

Don't sell yourself short!

The baby's clothes are being examined

by Professor Cameron in London.

Oh, I didn't know

there were any dingo experts in London.

He's a world-class forensic scientist.

He found a hand print on the jump suit.

It was made when it was wet with blood.

It's a small, female hand.

Then I'm back in the hot seat, aren't I?

What else was in this report?

The baby was decapitated.

Professor Cameron,

the leading forensic pathologist,

tended ultraviolet photographs,

revealing baby Azaria

was held by a human hand

while she was still bleeding.

This evidence appears to be supported

by the discovery of an arterial spray

on the under-dash

of the Chamberlains' car,

consistent with the spray

from an artery of a cut throat.

The second inquest into

the disappearance of Azaria Chamberlain

reached a sensational conclusion today.

Lindy Chamberlain

was committed for trial today,

charged with the murder

of her ten-week-old daughter Azaria.

Her husband Michael was charged

as an accessory after the fact.

How can they?

How can they, the bastards?!

I'm sorry.

That's the only word for them - bastards!

Don't they know

how much we loved her?!

I don't know what God wants any more.

You know?

How could he take her?

I thought I knew the answer but I don't.

I don't!

We're frightened, Lord, and we're tired.

We know we're on show

and we ask you for help...

to let us find the strength

to swallow the anger and the hurt...

and to find the courage...

to face the future.

Amen.

Michael, are we gonna do

like we planned?

Try and have another baby?

I worked it out...

and it's now or never.

Because if I go to jail,

I'll never have another chance.

And if I don't,

why should they run our lives?

It's time, darling.

If we start now,

I won't be showing at the trial.

And when it's all over,

no one need ever have known.

The boys are praying for

a little baby sister.

- So am I.

- Prayer.

What good is prayer?

The only thing God's good for right now

is stopping me from cutting my throat,

because that's what I feel like doing.

Hell can't be worse than this.

My life is finished!

How can I be a pastor any more?

Who'd listen to someone who was

supposed to have helped kill a child?

I don't know what to do.

I don't know where to start.

Is there any reason why there'd be

a quantity of blood in your car?

Well, the kids have had

cuts and bumps in the car.

And nosebleeds.

Azaria vomited once or twice,

if that means anything.

And we're trained first-aiders.

We've attended some bad road accidents.

Michael, what was the name

of that bloke we picked up in Cairns?

- Michael?

- What difference does it make?

- Well, he bled like a stuck pig.

- Is there any hope of finding him?

I don't know his name.

I don't know where he lives.

Cairns is a big town,

and it was 18 months ago.

Besides, it doesn't explain

the blood under the dashboard.

I'll be back in a minute.

Cockatoos are white, red, and...

They can be all kinds of colours.

Why won't Daddy walk with us?

- Cos he's cracked.

- He's what?

He's concerned for our safety. He's

walking ahead in case someone's there.

I think he's cracked.

You're right. It's the same model as mine.

Have a look at what

Webber found under the dash.

I don't believe this. This is identical.

I reckon there's a real possibility here.

- Can I photograph this?

- You can cut it out if you want to.

It's incredible. They must be cracked!

Nobody's gonna believe that line of bull.

Let me get this straight. In ten minutes,

I'm supposed to have taken the baby

back to the tent, put her down,

put on my tracksuit pants, right?

Carted her off to the car,

cut her throat, cut her head off

with the nail scissors,

stuffed her body in the camera bag -

have you seen the size of that?

And I hurry up and clean up the blood out

the car, then pick up a can of baked beans

because Aidan, who's been here all the

time, watching, I suppose, is still hungry.

So I take him back to the tent

and take off my tracksuit pants

and sprinkle blood - my own baby's

blood - round the tent, and on Reagan.

And then...

When do I make the little dingo tracks

round the tent? Round then, I suppose.

Then we have a happy race back to

the barbecue, as if nothing had happened.

It sounds preposterous

but that is the Crown's case.

Look what I found.

It's exactly the same as

the spray under our dashboard.

Good on you, mate.

- That's the good news today.

- What's the matter?

- They reset the trial for September.

- September?

I'll be seven months pregnant.

I'll look like Humpty Dumpty.

They can't do that.

The press'll slaughter us!

They should go back to Glenis,

bless her soul.

Oh, wait a minute.

I might be able to let this out just enough.

Let's see this. Mm, yes.

Michael! Any last-minute requests?

This is your last chance.

Boys.

Come on in, then!

Help me close up these suitcases.

Come on. Hop up here. Come on.

Just bung you on here. Squash it down.

That's it.

Speculation here in Darwin is whether the

most publicised pregnancy this decade...

Lindy and I are most grateful

for your offering to put us up, Pastor.

We thought you'd be better off here,

away from the craziness,

where we can keep

an eye on you, as it were.

Here we are. It's not the Hilton,

but under the circumstances...

He can't mean us to live in a garden shed.

The shower and toilet's

down the path, under the house.

The media'll love this. They'll know every

time I go to the loo. This is impossible.

I think we may be more comfortable

where we booked.

I took the liberty of cancelling that. It'll be

gone by now. There's not a bed in town.

Thanks to us.

Look at that face! It'd turn milk sour.

Burn the b*tch!

The Chamberlains arrived at Darwin court

today for the first day of their trial

for the murder

of their baby daughter Azaria.

Lindy was wearing a pink and white frock

with white accessories.

Women are trying to work out when

the baby is due, and also the zodiac.

My guess is Scorpio.

Your job in this case is

to administer justice according to law.

Not according to rumour,

not according to preconceived notions of.

You will hear much of this,

ladies and gentlemen,

for the simple reason that possibly

the publicity concerning this matter

has been without precedent

in our lifetime.

You see in this court a couple of cameras.

I don't want you to feel that you're

being directly telecast to Australia.

That is not so. They were put in

for the convenience of the press.

OK, who wants to be in it?

Tickets are a dollar apiece.

The one who gets

the birthday gets the lot.

Was there anything in Mrs Chamberlain's

demeanour on her return to the barbecue

that indicated

anything abnormal had happened?

No. She seemed solely concerned

with feeding Aidan more food.

Was she covered in blood?

No.

As to the baby's cry,

did that cry appear to you to be cut off?

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