Jack Irish: Black Tide Page #7

Get back inside.

Don't frighten her. Just leave her.

There's only two of them, Gary!

We're not gonna hurt you, Glenda.

We're police officers, alright?

Don't you hurt him.

He didn't do anything.

Go back inside. Go back inside.

I didn't kill Canetti.

I know you didn't, mate.

He drowned taking swimming lessons,

didn't he?

But you did kill the flowerpot men,

didn't ya?

Yeah, in self defence.

Enough bullshit.

Now where's the memory card?

Don't tell them anything, Gary!

What does he get out of it?

Glenda, go back inside,

fix yourself a cup of tea,

pack some of Gary's things,

possibly for a couple of days.

I love you, Gary.

Love you.

Where's the memory card, Gary?

I don't know.

Uh, Canetti gave it to some journo -

a Waddle or a Wardle or something.

Can't believe I haven't seen it

on the news.

What about your old man's 60 grand?

How do you know about that?

I'm his lawyer.

(Laughs) Christ. Not even two cops.

One cop and a bloody lawyer.

Uh, you want to give us a clue

where it might be?

Under the bonnet.

Should still be 50 grand

of it there.

How's the old man doing?

Oh, just happy at the end of his life

to have a son who loves him so much,

I think.

Shall we go?

MAN:
What the hell's

going on here, Dave?

That you, Terry?

I tried to reach you, mate.

We had to leave in such a rush.

Tell me Ray's got a twin, Dave.

Or a really good doctor.

Are you on the take, Dave?

(Laughs) On the f***ing take!

Why'd you bring him? He was

in the f***in' car when you called.

No, no, no!

Idiot! I haven't got

the memory card yet!

Jack!

Great! Go! Go that way!

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Oh, Jack, this has all gotten

way out of hand, hasn't it, mate?

I don't want to hurt you, Jack.

I never have.

You know, there's a lot of money

involved here, Jack.

Enough to go round.

Jack...

(Gunshot)

(Whispers) Ray.

Sorry, Jack...

Bastards!

I'm just Gary's father's lawyer.

I-I-I just came to make sure

Gary'd be OK.

Great f***ing work.

Cam, it's Jack.

You don't fancy a trip

down to Tassie, do you?

Yeah.

CAM:
Jack!

Well I can say I've seen Tassie now!

Your flight's departure gate's

a couple of paddocks over, brother.

Hope you got me a souvenir!

The penguins.

Stuart went to Phillip Island

to meet Canetti.

Ahh, the luck of the Irish.

That's what they killed Stuart for?

Yeah.

Jack... I'm sorry about the photos.

So what are you gonna

do with it now?

Give it to someone I know.

The recorded confession obtained

by missing, now feared dead,

journalist Stuart Wardle

features electrifying accusations

from Levesque's employee,

the late Gary Connors.

This isn't some

little smack operation

with a few kilos stashed

in statues of the Blessed Virgin -

this is an international business

runs by Americans, ex-army, ex-CIA.

And we were

the Australian arm of it.

CANETTI:
OK. And so, for the record,

when you say 'we', who do you mean?

I mean TransQuik, Fincham Air,

Aviation SF, Cross Trice Holdings.

All the way up to Steven Levesque.

Meanwhile, the Attorney-General,

Malcolm Carson,

a long-time Levesque ally,

refused to comment.

Linda Hillier, ABC News.

REPORTER:
We cross live now

to our ABC political correspondent

in Canberra...

Hey, Jack, did I tell ya?

Brisbane Lions bloke,

he doubled the offer.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah, I tell ya, they want

those old pictures pretty bad.

So I've given it a lot of thought.

Bloke wants an answer tomorrow.

And what, Stanley -

and I want you

to think hard about this... Yeah.

..what is the answer?

I reckon I'll tell him to piss off.

Oh... Oh, beauty.

(All chuckle)

Oh, Normy boy...

(All chuckle and chatter amicably)

Psst!

WILBUR:
See, they tried

to shut us down in '96...

Was there actually

a Brisbane Lions bloke?

Nah.

Just figure they need a little

heart-starter every now and then.

Yeah.

Keeps me interested.

Yeah, they should be certified.

ERIC:
I don't know about certified.

They should be classified.

Did you see it?

Yeah.

I just wanted to say thank you,

again.

Um... I owe you a dinner

at Donelli's sometime.

Depending how you feel about that.

Well, it's not my style

to hold a grudge.

Shame.

Is that you, baby?

Don't call me f***in' 'baby'.

RACE CALLER:
The jockey's

looking everywhere for a run.

There's no run at the moment.

He's trying to get out.

It's Gallery Boy

in front of Zealous Guy.

Now the run comes.

Vision Divine

shoulders his way through.

He's going out

after Gallery Boy and Zealous Guy.

Gallery Boy, Zealous Guy

and Vision Divine.

There's three of them going

to the line, stride for stride.

Vision Divine, Gallery Boy

and Zealous Guy, they get a photo!

Nothing in it. Very, very tight.

Jack 'f***in' Irish.

Brendan.

I don't know what to say.

It's my pleasure. Really.

I hear

after he gets out of hospital,

that Risky Kirsch

is talking about retiring up north.

Not everyone's suited

to this bracing climate.

RACE CALLER:

Here comes the photo result.

G'day, Des.

Jack.

I've got something for you, mate.

60 grand. It's all there.

It's got blood on it, hasn't it?

Come on, mate. This belongs to you.

Ah, well, I suppose it's only gonna

finish up with the bank anyhow,

so I may as well have it.

So, uh, what do I owe you, son?

What's your fee?

Oh, let's just make it

50 bucks, eh?

Tell you what -

you've done such a great job,

why don't I make it 100?

Why don't we go and make a deposit,

wipe that smirky grin

off the bank's face?

Your on, Bill. You're on.

Come on in.

MELLOW WHISTLING AND UKULELE MUSIC

We are the boys

from old Fitzroy.

We are the boys from old Fitzroy

We wear the colours,

maroon and blue

We will always fight for victory

We will always see it through

Win or lose

We do or die

In defeat, we'll always try

Fitzroy

Fitzroy

The club we hold so dear

Premiers we'll be this year

MELLOW WHISTLING

TO LA MARSEILLAISE

Closed Captions by CSI

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