Jack Irish: Dead Point Page #3

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with good money for Hairy Canary

and Run Romeo Run.

Racing now. Dixicano has

got the best of the start.

Thistlewaite and Pooka's Girl

missed the kick by

a length-and-a-half.

As they race past the 600m mark,

the favourite,

Caveat Lector leads clearly.

He's a length-and-a-half in front.

Boozy Lunch is chasing from Dixicano

and a margin away,

back in the field to Hairy Canary

and Run Romeo Run best of the rest.

But Dixicano going after Caveat

Lector in a tooth and nail struggle.

They're two lengths in front

and Mr Renoir's starting to run on,

and then came Boozy Lunch.

It's Mr Renoir out wide,

the surprise packet.

He's moved up to Caveat Lector.

Mr Renoir's taken the lead.

Dixicano's riding on

but it's going to be

the interstate rider, Mr Renoir.

And Mr Renoir scores a dashing win.

Real upset here.

Mr Renoir, the favourite...

In a real surprise,

Mr Renoir has come storming down

the outside,

just passed Caveat Lector.

Looked like he was going to hang on.

Mr Renoir has come rocketing down

the outside and won.

And in the end,

won pretty comfortably.

Don't be a hero, b*tch.

Hand it over.

Don't know what you're talking about.

I've got it. Let's go.

That'll do. She's done. Come on!

Come on! Come on!

My favourite moment

is when it lifts off.

Pat says I have a pathological

obsession with hot air.

Occupational hazard.

I notice you're not carrying

a red book.

No. I, ah...

I got close.

I saw someone coming out

of Robbie's flat with it

but they got away.

God help me.

You're gonna have to tell me

exactly what's in that book, Colin.

It's a photo album.

A photo album.

Of what value?

How do you value a career, Jack?

I can't say I'm proud of myself.

Look, just to let you know,

I've been to The Snug.

Those women are... pretty beautiful.

Not hard to imagine...

It wasn't a woman.

Ever tried to quell a craving, Jack?

Spend your life

keeping the devil in the bottle?

Robbie said he was into photography,

black and white.

Arty stuff.

He said he wanted a few keepsakes,

so...

I gave him my old camera.

Ros lent us her penthouse,

her love nest as she calls it,

not that I think it's ever seen

much love.

When he stopped returning my calls,

I got scared.

I knew he'd want money and gifts.

Price you're paying

for dirty little secrets.

When I'd heard he'd died,

it felt like a reprieve.

All I could think of was

getting hold of that red book

before it fell into the wrong hands.

I couldn't bear it

if Pat and Ellie found out.

Well, let's just wait till we get

the phone call, eh?

From whoever's got it,

to see what they want.

I know already.

Mr Justice Loder,

may I say what a charming couple

you and Robbie make.

The photographs are quite touching

in their intimacy.

What a shame you'll now have to

step down from the Inquiry.

I was so looking forward

to your report

but people can be so quick to judge.

Do the wise thing, Your Honour,

and the album and the negatives

shall be returned.

Are you gonna step down?

Start all over again?

All that testimony, null and void.

Three years' work down the drain.

A chance to make a difference.

A chance to stop addicts like

Wayne Milovich murdering my daughter.

Destroy my career

or destroy my family.

I'll get that book back.

The handover to the Premier

is on Monday.

Jack, I must say

I find having you as a colleague...

strangely comforting.

Oh. Judge calling me a colleague,

that's got to be the high watermark

of my career.

I remember Isabel always said

we should do that together one day.

Irish.

There she is.

Hey, Cynthia.

Hey, Cynthia.

Looking after your mum, Marie?

Yes, Mr Strang.

There were two of 'em.

The money.

Harry, I'm so sorry.

Now, now, now, none of that.

You just rest up.

You don't worry about a thing.

Little something

for the hospital bills.

I should never have let her

leave the track on her own.

You couldn't have known, Harry.

The punt's the punt,

but this is something else.

Not a thing used to happen.

Bash a woman like that.

Bastards would do anything.

Not the sport of kings anymore.

Makes you wonder about giving it up.

Shutting up shop.

We'll fix this Cynthia thing, boss.

Yeah, we'll take care of it, Harry.

I wonder if there's security footage

in the car park.

I'll put a call in to my mate

at the Valley.

Soupe du jour.

Well, it does always feel like Paris

in here, Stan.

Homemade, is it?

Oh, yeah. Fresh out of le can.

Now, did I tell you, Jack,

I'm expanding the clientele?

Moving up-market. Cyber frontier.

You know, new technology.

The IT crowd.

Who?

Eye-ties?

All in Carlton, the Eye-talians.

No, no, no. IT.

Information technology.

The way you blokes think, a flush

dunny would be new technology.

Oh, a dunny that flushed around here

would be new technology, Stan.

Hey, Jack? Working already.

Welcome to the Fitzroy Youth Club.

I get the feeling your joining fee

may be waived.

Cards on the table, who are you?

Ah, well, my client was being

blackmailed by Robbie.

You don't seem very surprised

by that.

You and he close?

I thought we were.

But no-one got close to Robbie.

Because of the drugs?

The only time I ever saw him touch

drugs was to deal them.

Did you ever hear about Robbie

having relationships with men?

Because there's an album of photos

that's gone missing. I just...

I think we're talking about sex,

not relationships.

Your client, Colin Loder, right?

I know him from The Snug.

I've seen the photos.

And someone put Robbie up to it?

What do you think?

The judge wasn't the only one

he set up.

Somebody pressed

that needle in, Jack.

Somebody wanted him dead.

I've got to go to work.

Thanks.

Oh, see you later.

Tell your friends.

Are you Warren from Mulgrave?

I mean, really, Jack, come on.

How'd you find this?

Ah, can't say.

Hmm. Who's the stud?

Robbie Colburne.

From the raid on the docks?

The junkie that was found dead

in the Porsche?

Yep.

Who's your client?

I can't tell you that either.

You've seen enough?

Yeah.

Well, it explains why

she's been muzzled.

This is big.

Mm, it is.

But you can't run with it yet, OK?

Just give me a few days.

Firstly, what I need from you

is Susan Ayliss's phone number.

Quid pro quo, Jack. You can't expect

me to sit on my hands for too long.

Who the f*** are you?

I have backed off.

What more do you want from me?

Money?

Oh, no, I'm a lawyer.

I represent one of

Robbie's other victims.

Oh. So you've seen it then?

That was supposed to be

a private recording.

I was lonely, Mr Irish.

I've never had sex like that before.

Sure.

Did you only meet Robbie

the one time?

After we left The Snug,

we went back to his place.

And the blackmail was to gag you

on the waterfront corruption.

A sex tape of Susan Ayliss?

Should have told them to send it

to every television station

in the country.

It's not like I'm married.

Might've improved my social life.

Do you have any idea

who was behind it?

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