Jack Irish: Black Tide Page #3

this yourself.

You're very wrong about that,

Ms Bendtsen.

Bendtsen. Bendtsen.

What is that, Danish?

OK, so what do I owe you?

Um, hour's work. $120.

Just, um, make it 100.

Cheers.

Welcome to TransQuik,

please hold.

Jack Irish for Gary Connors, thanks.

We don't have a Gary Connors working

here.

Who did you make

the appointment with?

Ah, maybe I could speak

to someone in HR.

Thank you for holding.

How can I help?

Mr Irish, I'm afraid there is

no Gary Connors working here.

Oh, in Dubai, is he? Or Bangkok?

Mr Connors left the organisation

some time ago.

How long have you been in HR here...?

I'm actually

with the Legal Department.

Ah, they sent the lawyer down.

If there's nothing else,

Mr Irish?

So I should probably

go and find Gary Connors

over at Fincham Air, maybe?

I don't know who that is.

You don't know Fincham Air?

An associate company part-owned

by TransQuik?

Security. Really?

We're going to have to ask you to

leave the premises, sir.

Yeah, righto.

Yes, Mr Levesque please.

It's important.

Irish.

Jack, it's me.

Listen, this weekend isn't going to

happen.

Everything's in freefall up here.

MP chair-sniffing sex scandal.

Wow. Stories like that, it's more a

calling than an occupation.

I don't have a choice

about these things.

Well, I'd better let you go then.

We're pretty much falling freely down

here as well.

You know,

floor looming up and all.

Could I just see you

in your positions, please?

You've reached Linda Hillier.

Please leave a message. (Beep)

The chairs in my parlour

seem empty and bare.

What time do you call this?

Unglaublich.

Utterly unglaublich. (Chuckles)

We're looking for Jack Irish.

Haven't seen him for a long time.

Heard he go away.

Is that right?

Bit of a carpenter, are we?

I am a cabinet maker.

Cabinet maker is to carpenter

as Rolex is to sundial.

Well, next time you see

Jack Irish, old man,

perhaps you could pass

on this message.

HEY! What are you doing?

I'll call the police!

Oh, Charlie.

(Groans) Careful.

That's my bowling hand.

It should've been me, Charlie.

Yeah. (Groans)

I'd prefer that.

You want to tread carefully

with TransQuik, Jack.

It's the big end of town.

All the towns.

Yeah, well, whoever did this better

have back up.

The name's Dave.

Dave? Well, that's not really enough,

is it?

Probably get one of these

made in a booth at the airport.

Probably could.

How'd you go at Werribee?

Yeah, it's a mug's game, mate.

My horses are still racing.

The old man going to be alright?

Nicorette?

No.

So what's your interest

in Gary Connors?

I'm doing his father's will. You?

Well, I'm trying to close a file on

a tedious investigation.

I'm thinking

many hands make light work.

We could help each other out.

Oh, I was never much good

at team sports, Dave.

Oh, fair enough.

Look at these gutless pricks.

You know...

If these boys want snow

in Darwin, Jack, it falls.

Youth Club are quiet tonight.

Another bottle

of Chateau Disappointment? Mmm.

Hey, Jack, did I tell ya,

I had a bloke come in

this morning.

Wants to buy the pictures.

Pictures? What pictures?

The photos. All this junk.

Bloke? What kind of a bloke?

Brisbane Lions bloke.

Yeah, he reckons all the photos

should be up in Brisbane.

They got a big luxury clubhouse.

Lions Wall of Fame in the bistro.

Lions Wall of Fame?

What Lions would those be, Stan?

Well, the way he put it, Norm,

with the Fitzroy Football Club's

in Brisbane now...

This could get ugly.

Yeah.

Stanley, would you like me

to show you a map?

Fitzroy Football Club

is not in Brisbane.

And why is that, Stanley?

Steady, Eric.

Pretty good price he offered, too.

Because Fitzroy Football Club

is in Fitz-bloody-roy!

Bloody oath.

Best to depart before somebody bursts

a colostomy bag.

This is bloody Nuremberg stuff, this

is.

So I guess you saw Linda tangling

with Steven Levesque

the other night? Mmm.

How is Linda?

Oh, the toast of Sydney, apparently.

Melbourne hates success.

Doesn't match the weather.

(Chuckles)

Mate of mine up there

saw her with Rod Pringle,

at some TV do.

Yeah. They're work colleagues.

He kissed her ear.

Well, they kiss everything

in television, don't they?

(Chuckles) Yeah...

The ear. Really?

Mouth's better than the ear.

Your aunty can kiss you

on the mouth.

Mmm.

Hasn't been back in six weeks.

Go fight for her, mate.

Lay low in Sydney

from this TransQuik Gary Connors

business.

No, I can't. Not after what happened

to Charlie.

Not one piece of furniture

in this place handmade.

Well, that is definitely

the real crisis

in our public hospital system,

Charlie.

Look at that.

Yeah...

That's a start.

Uh, the doctor said to take it easy,

didn't he?

The old man should be retired.

Mmm.

But, no, he goes on,

teaches something

to this noiseless person

who walk in off the street,

waste his time,

won't go away, like a cat.

Can you help me please,

with this?

You really don't need to work,

Charlie.

Jack, make something,

look at it and be happy.

The work it took.

That's not work.

Heaven is my woman's love

Happiness is what she gives

As long as she's with me

I'll find

Heaven every day I'll live.

Interesting choice of venue.

Nobody'll see us here.

Been looking at the Werribee video,

Johnny.

Don't like it at all.

Don't like the way you got lost, in

the crowd at the turn.

So tell the stewards.

Or ride the f***in' things yourself.

It's polite to ask, Johnny.

And, yes, we do mind.

Now, Johnny,

we've come all this way

to beautiful downtown

Dingley Shopping-town

to give you a one time only

opportunity to explain

why you lost the race

in which people trusted you

with their money.

I could be dead tomorrow.

Jesus, dead tonight.

Did you hear about Pat Moss?

Car knocked him 20m.

Miracle if he rides again.

Broken leg, ribs,

collarbone, hip.

I read about that.

Do you think Dougie Armit's

house fire was an accident?

You wanna give us a name?

I think we know the name.

Alright, well, let's get this

over with.

No, there's no call for that.

So, what,

you want the dough you dropped?

You got a hundred grand on you, have

you, Johnny?

No, tea's on me, Mr Strang.

I'm touched.

TransQuik...

(Mumbles) Black market operation.

Hi. This article you found,

by Stuart Wardle. Yep.

What do we know about this guy?

Ah, did we... Why?

I'm not sure who his sources are,

but he's ruffling some pretty serious

feathers.

TransQuik, Cross Trice Holdings.

PlusOne.com?

No, don't.

Don't look.

Just remind me again

how Danish Blue fits into this?

I didn't see that in here.

Well, I...

What...

I see you've cut down on your words

per minute, Miss Bendtsen.

You're my first conversation

in three days.

Danish Blue is pretty catchy.

You're obviously trying to attract

lovers of smelly cheese.

If I give you background

on Wardle, will you go?

Yeah, I just need a contact.

Well, Wardle actually writes one of

the better read blogs,

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