Jack Irish: Dead Point

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How long

is this going to take?

Buggered if I know.

A couple of hours?

How many are they checking?

12?!

I only know what the paperwork says.

I don't actually pack them, you know.

And you drag me out of bed for this

sh*t. It's the middle of the night.

That's a federal warrant,

Mr Cundall,

and we'll drag you out here

any time we like.

I know what it is.

Mate, that's yours.

You know what? I just hope you're

checking next door's yard as well.

I'll mail it to you.

Yeah, you do that.

Look, it's on the bloody bottom.

We'll be here all night.

Have you organised something?

Surprise.

Huh. What'd I tell you?

Smack.

One-and-a-half kilos at a guess.

Where's the rest of it?

Keep looking.

Hey, what's that? Get him!

Roger, VKC,

we have a visual on a red Porsche

travelling North towards the bridge.

He looks like he's making

for the freeway on-ramp.

He's heading under the bridge.

We've lost visual.

I'm taking another pass.

He's gone.

Affirmative. The target has gone.

Sienna?

What have you done?

Put these on.

Are you gonna talk to me?

You can't be here.

They'll be coming for me.

What have you done, Robbie?

You have to go.

Give me that!

Talk to me!

You have to go, Sienna,

it's not safe.

You have to get the hell out.

Robbie...

NICK CAVE:
Red Right Hand

Take a little walk

to the edge of town

And go across the track

Where the viaduct looms

Like a bird of doom

As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie

in the border fires

In the humming wires

Hey, man, you know

you're never coming back

Past the square, past the bridge

Past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm

comes a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat

with a red right hand.

Good morning, Melbourne.

3KB Talk Radio.

Linda Hillier with you.

Big night on the waterfront,

and joining us now

to dissect it,

having just flown in this morning,

and I mean that literally,

she flies her own plane.

Indeed I do.

The Independent Member for

Gippsland East, anti-drug crusader,

Susan Ayliss.

Welcome to the program.

Good morning, Linda.

Good morning.

We're hearing reports of shots fired

last night at Swanson dock.

High-speed chase, stolen Porsche.

Seems Justice Loder's report on

waterfront corruption

can't come out soon enough.

The facts are still emerging here,

so we'll continue to monitor

and assess them.

But right now I think we all need to

take a deep breath rather...

You fought tooth and nail for three

years for this Judicial Inquiry.

In fact, you're on record

on this very show

accusing Cundall Stevedoring

of collusion with organised crime.

Linda, far be it for me, or anyone,

to pre-empt the findings

of the Loder Report.

Customs, the Maritime Union

and our stevedores

do a commendable job

in challenging circumstances...

We'll take a short break. My guest

is Susan Ayliss, this is 3KB.

What the hell was that?

Free ad for the MUA?

You just lost your guest.

I don't appreciate being cut off.

Then spare me the back-pedal, Susan.

You have no idea what I'm up against.

Here. Found his ID.

Wrong end, brain cell.

Looks like OD.

Jeez, you're good. Hard to believe

you're still a sergeant.

Robert Colburne,

another happy customer.

Was he a person of interest

to the Drug Squad, Ollie?

Yeah, yeah, that's him, the prick.

One of our informants.

I'll tell you what, Baz, we'll take

over from here if you don't mind.

Go nuts.

Oi, get over here.

Get on the business end here.

Barry?

You still looking for your bloke

Robbie Colburne?

Oh, yeah, flat chat. I can confirm

he's not buying a latte at Enzio's.

Probably because he just carked it

chasing the dragon over at Burnley.

You owe me drinks.

Plural.

And you know

that 'bookkeeper'

is the only word

in the English language

with three sets of double letters

all next to each other? Amazing.

- Fellas.

- Jack.

That hot tip you gave us last

Saturday, still running, is she?

Stone motherless.

Bloody pet food.

Speaking of that, how's the new

breakfast menu working out?

Wide berth, Jack. Wide berth.

Hey, Jack, no, you can't bring that

in here.

We do our own now.

I did a barista course. Online.

Invested in this little baby.

I hope you kept the receipt.

Stan, I'm more than happy to pay you

for an empty mug, mate.

And four of your amber

breakfast brew.

Make that five actually.

This bloke of yours, pretty much

just a garden variety OD.

Pretty strange place to OD though,

in your own garage.

The Porsche he stole

had seat warmers.

That the Porsche from the docks?

Mm.

Mate of mine on the Drug Squad said

he was a snitch. He's all over it.

Olsen. Good operator. Old culture.

How was that, Barry?

It was genuinely shithouse, Stan.

Ellie?

Jack.

Hi.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

You too.

I was just dropping this off.

Oh, what's the occasion? You're not

finally divorcing Jamie, are you?

A christening. We had a baby.

A girl.

Oh, congratulations.

That's fantastic.

Thank you.

Wow.

Jack, we've named her Isabel.

I'm hoping that's OK.

She would have loved that.

Did you want to meet her?

She's in the car with Mum.

Sure.

Mum?

Hi, Pat.

Oh, Jack.

It's been too long.

It has.

Congratulations.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Yeah.

So, will we see you there?

Try and stop me.

Isabel!

Trouble is, you have

a romanticised view, Jack.

You and Isabel never got past

the honeymoon phase.

You never made it to

the domestic dead zone.

Being told how to stack

the dishwasher,

fishing clumps of her hair

out of the shower drain,

varicose veins, toenail clippings.

I mean, you don't know

how lucky you are.

Have you ever considered a career

in grief counselling?

You know what I mean.

Is that your school tie?

Old Boys luncheon.

Indestructible, these Grammar ties.

It's probably why they're so good

for suicides.

A lot of the Grammar boys

also use them for scarfing.

Isn't... scarfing when you

choke yourself during...?

Good to see those school fees

not going to waste.

Taxi!

Anyway, I'm not gonna need that

anymore.

So, you finally found

Robbie Colburne,

dead.

Sterling work.

Who do I bill?

Bill? For what? Having a quiet one

with Barry Tregear?

Contacts, mate.

That's how the work gets done.

Ah, point of order.

Work's not done.

Client wants to meet you.

Client who never wanted to meet

now wants to meet.

Mm.

Well, who's the client?

Colin?

Jack.

Been a long time.

You're still looking eminent.

Well, this was my father's ritual,

when he was still sitting.

Hmm.

The might of the law must stand

before the majesty of the church.

He was right, of course.

Hey, Ellie dropped by.

I believe congratulations

are in order, Grandpa.

It's wonderful.

It was a long time coming.

'Course, Pat and I always thought

you and Issie would be the first.

Come to the christening, Jack.

You know you can bring someone.

Bring someone.

Alright.

Haven't got long now. Only a few days

before I hand down this report.

Well, this Robbie Colburne

you were looking for,

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