Jack Irish: Dead Point Page #6

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Take a look at this.

Did you hear what I just said?

Yeah, yeah, but you're OK, right?

There it is.

See?

Her face.

It's that look.

She did say she'd never had sex

like that before.

That can sway the best of us,

believe me, but that look.

That's more than lust.

She fell for the bad boy.

We should know better but we always

end up falling for them.

That's why she resigned.

So, she's a liar.

And that's not the only time

she's had sex with Robbie

in his Burnley sex pad.

Since when was Burnley

near the ocean?

What do you mean?

There, in the window. Do you see it?

A flash of light?

It's headlights, isn't it?

No, no, that's not headlights.

There. That's a lighthouse.

How is that a lighthouse?

It's every six seconds.

Oh, right.

Hey, she's the member

for East Gippsland, isn't she?

So I reckon we need a list

of all the working lighthouses

in that area.

With an airstrip nearby.

She's a pilot, flies her own plane

to and from Melbourne.

A regular Amelia Earhart.

Are you going to Loder's

press conference tomorrow?

'Course.

I'm a bit worried about him.

Jack, I know the Judge is family,

but is it worth all this?

Of course it is.

OK. There's only one airstrip.

A private property at Dead Point.

Well, it's quite a leap, Susan,

going from blackmail victim to this.

You spent five years of your life

crusading against drugs

and you throw it all away

for some bloke

who fakes his own death

and knocks off some poor junkie.

He was one shot away anyway.

It was the only way

I could disappear.

Right.

You must feel real proud

of yourself.

We fell in love.

We weren't expecting that to happen.

Well, I've seen his handiwork.

I need that red book.

Forget it.

It's my insurance.

We have to go.

We have a long flight ahead.

How'd you get those marks on your

neck, huh?

You been playing on the swings?

You're hurting him!

They're here.

Where's the photo album?

It's in the plane!

Show me!

Hey! Don't move!

Hello, Jack!

You know, Jack, I think I'm going to

have to revoke your Snug membership.

Get her here. On your knees.

On your knees!

Hey, naughty boy.

Mm!

As for you, Judas,

we'll have our drugs back now

if you don't mind.

It's in the plane.

They're all yours.

Just... let us go.

Thought about it. The answer's no.

Please! Please!

Get him.

Shut up!

Let's go!

What are you looking at?

Get the f***ing thing started up!

Jack, it's Colin.

It's almost time.

Thank you.

I know you did your best.

Pat?

Pat, it's me.

I want you to know

that I love you.

Go, go!

What the f***?

Get this f***ing thing up!

F***!

Go! Let's go!

Get out!

Jack, they can't find the judge.

Nobody knows where he is.

Jack?

Mr Premier!

FEMALE REPORTER:

Where's Judge Loder?

Judge Loder!

Never mind. He's here.

Laurie Olsen, you're under arrest.

You know the routine.

You're not obliged

to say anything...

Pat. Hi.

Oh, I'm so glad you could come.

Congratulations.

Oh, are you hurt?

No, it's nothing.

I fell over running.

I'd like to introduce you

to Linda. Pat.

I listen to your show every day.

Thank you. It was a lovely ceremony.

Justice Loder, it's an honour.

Ah, Colin, please.

Here she comes!

Hi, Ellie.

Hi.

Congratulations.

Um, this is Linda, Ellie.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Hi.

You have a beautiful baby.

Thank you.

I think she can't wait to get home

and into her crib.

Charlie Taub's a maestro.

Last of his kind.

Do you want to hold her, Jack?

Sure.

Isabel, meet your uncle Jack.

Hi, Isabel.

I'm really happy for them.

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