Jack Irish: Black Tide Page #2

They'd been shot through the neck

'cause I saw it.

And they're black. They've been

there a while but they're black.

Hey, hey! Hey, excuse me.

You're not supposed

to be back here, mate.

Hey, excuse me,

you're not supposed...

The Flowerpot Men, uh?

.

Hey, Lester.

Jack, how many for you?

Just one, thanks.

What happened to two?

Ah, two went to Sydney.

Ah, Sydney.

To work on that, with the Pringle.

..of the Top Ten Rich List.

Linda Hillier met the maverick mogul

on the move.

Those in the know

say Steven Levesque

is more than mere

corporate kingpin,

he's a political kingmaker

with a direct line to the highest

offices in the land.

Well, I see the PM

very occasionally, Linda.

Usually at $1,500

a-plate dinners.

You know, beef and chicken affairs,

that sort of thing.

How do you respond,

Mr Levesque, to those who say

the Attorney General,

a former colleague of yours,

is incapable of choosing a tie...

There she is, number two.

She looks good, Jack.

Yep.

Malcolm does share my weakness for

Borelli seven fold ties,

so he can't go far wrong, can he?

So the fact that one of your

companies, Fincham Air,

last year won the Middle East supply

and surveillance contract

owes nothing to your relationship

with the party?

Sick the smarmy ponce, Linda.

If you're into conspiracy

theories, Linda,

I should tell you Osama Bin Laden

isn't dead.

He's sunbaking by my pool

at my holiday house as we speak.

Is that the Caribbean one

the Attorney General stayed

in last July?

Aha!

There'll be another two, Jack.

Oh, might be the end of my twos,

Lester.

You only get so many twos.

Oh, yeah,

I'll have some questions.

Don't worry about that.

Old fella.

They made six billion dollars profit

last year,

and now they're threatening

to auction off

me little two bedroom weatherboard.

Dirty rotten bastards.

Here, cop these, son.

Gary gave his mum a spare set.

Well, the mail's gone.

He must have been here.

Jesus, this is bloody posh.

What'd the bastard

need my sixty grand for?

The use by date's

three months old.

Yeah, right. That'd be right.

Reflux and a sex life,

by the looks of things.

Yeah, he once tried to pimp

his ex-wife off to his boss,

and then he finished up rooting her

little sister, the prick.

Well, that does give me a feel

for Gary.

Yeah, well I might take

this opportunity

to water the old horse.

She was a false alarm.

That was a dry run.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Welcome

to TransQuik. Please hold.

Is that Gary?

Yeah, Afghanistan.

Used to be SAS.

Don't worry, mate. We'll find him.

Yeah...

Heaven is my woman's love...

Do we have to listen

to this, Harry?

Have you know,

Col Joye was huge in his day.

What day are we talking, mediaeval?

Enough of that, Philistine.

Give Jack the rundown.

Vision Divine. 12 year old, lightly

raced.

44 starts, five wins,

six seconds and eight thirds.

Another nag from the nursing home?

He hasn't placed in 18 months,

but now he's got his kick back.

Got heart, too. Game old bugger.

Hopefully, the books

won't see us coming.

Think there's a killer harp solo

coming up.

See the Tote gets it when they start

heading for the gates.

Tell the yokels to start dribbling

it on after the first.

We'll be pissing on a lot

of people's barbies today.

Well, I can say this about

Vision Divine.

He's certainly got surprise

in his favour.

Well, if looks mattered, Jack,

there wouldn't have been four

Mrs Harry Strangs.

Who's the hoop?

Johnny Chernov. He's on a streak.

Best country hoop going round,

Johnny Chernov.

You know, the only good thing about

your weather, Harry,

turns on the high beams!

Anyhoo, good luck, Harry.

And I hope you got him each way.

COMMENTATOR:
So the 12-year-old

Vision Divine

to come up to the barriers. They're

just about set to go ...

Cam!

I got it at 20s!

Ready to run! And they're racing!

Burnbank Boy leads with about 100m

to go, from Clancy's Angel.

Sir Rocco running on,

Vision Divine cannot get a run.

Johnny Chernov's

got to get a pocket.

But as they go down the line, it's

Burnbank Boy racing away,

and he won by two lengths

from Sir Rocco,

Clancy's Angel half a run third

and just behind those a little way

was Vision Divine.

Give Johnny Chernov a call.

I think it's time we had

our own stewards' inquiry.

So... the man who finds

the scum of the earth,

man who breaks

his parents' hearts.

Horses and criminals.

That's his life.

Ah, too late to break

his parents' hearts.

And, sometimes, the criminals

are on the horses.

God, even the back.

Only removalists

are ever going to see that.

You see plywood on back

of a Stradivarius violin?

Did you miss me, Charlie?

What I miss?

I miss someone finish

the little jobs I gave him.

The little tables.

Day's work

for a man who actually works.

Fancy a quiet one at the pub?

No, my grand-daughter

cook me dinner.

Big game tomorrow.

They think old buggers,

no chance.

What do those pishers know

about bowls?

How old are these youngsters,

Charlie, more or less?

60, 65, around that.

Bloody pishers!

They should have

their own junior league.

God, it's hard to know

if it's the bowls colliding

or their hips cracking.

I find it hard to know

why Carol left you, Barry.

Jam it up your arse.

So this favour.

Your bloke, Gary Connors,

travelling through raghead country.

Ugh.

Purchases in Dubai, and another one

on the stopover in Bangkok.

Went three months ago,

1st of Feb.

And nothing since?

(Burps)

Was that a no?

He's dead or in hiding,

is my guess.

Right. Is that everything?

No. You're in luck.

Tax Department did an audit.

Shitload of travel claims.

Middle East mostly.

So what's the story with you

and the cast of Cocoon?

Show them pishers, Charlie.

Toothless beat ruthless!

Klostermann Gardier?

Aviation SF, Airbound Services...

This mean anything to you?

Sh*t, I can't be arsed

doing me own job.

I'm not going to do yours.

Where'd you get that bun, anyway?

The clubhouse.

You realise that is their morning

tea, don't you?

Police presence at a...

..major sporting event

comes at a price, Jack.

So Gary Connors works

for the Levesque Group companies.

All shells, with two exceptions -

Cayman Islands, Cook Islands,

Andorra.

Registered in one place,

owners in another.

Companies owned by companies

who are owned by companies

who are owned by companies. Russian

dolls.

Exceptions, Klostermann Gardier,

private bank in Luxemburg,

and Airbound Services

in Tampa, Florida.

51% owned by an Australian company,

Fincham Air,

part-owned by Cross Trice Holdings.

Problem?

Do you always talk this fast?

Do you always listen this slow?

Right. So um, Fincham Air,

that's Levesque, isn't it?

Yes.

As is TransQuik Australia. Freight

company.

Connors is on their payroll.

They're Cross Trice's

biggest company.

Steven Levesque is CEO of one,

Chairman of the other.

It's all in my report.

You know, all this information

is ready available.

You could have done

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