City Homicide (2007) s02e06 Episode Script


(CHILDREN CHATTER IN DISTANCE) (SMACK!) BO Y: That's gone! Six and out! (GRUNTS) Can you see it? Yeah.
Over there.
Right by the Let me down, let me down! Let me down! Kids were playing cricket on the street.
Their ball smashed a window.
When they went looking for it, spotted the body.
Female, you said? Yeah.
ID? Nothing yet.
Just a moment, gents.
(GROANS) Thank you.
How long's she been in that place? Pathologist reckons anywhere between Victim's name is possibly G Waterson.
At least, that's the name on the Medi-Tag she was wearing.
I'll run it.
See what comes up, eh? Try Grace.
Grace Waterson.
She was kidnapped two years ago.
A million-dollar ransom was paid but she was never seen again.
Pathologist reckons there were no signs of major trauma.
So, how'd she die, then? Starvation and dehydration.
The insulin shock might've made things a bit quicker for her.
Grace was a diabetic.
So she was just left there, tied up and gagged in a bath? Pretty much.
This is about red faces, everyone.
Red faces for the Serious Crime Squad who stuffed up the ransom demand and have got nowhere since.
Red faces for Command, for obvious reasons.
In other words, they're all running for cover, protecting their arses.
Wilton! Says here that Grace Waterson was last seen leaving work and that her abandoned car was found behind a factory in Altona.
That was two years ago.
If Serious Crime couldn't get a sniff, how do you expect us to get a result after all this time? Gives you a chance to show off, doesn't it? Offer a different perspective.
A reward of $100,000 has been posted.
So if this is solved through private channels, it costs the department money.
And then we're the ones with the red faces.
I don't want that to happen.
So consider yourselves in a race.
And make sure you win.
Thanks, Senior Sergeant.
So it's about the money! What a surprise.
Well, it might be about that upstairs, but not here.
Even so, Sarge - two years Reckon.
No argument.
The fact remains this is now our case.
We start here.
The ransom exchange.
Simon, Wilton, go through the surveillance material then check out the site first-hand.
Serious Crime put the ransom in this bin.
In a backpack.
They'd set up early, for an intercept.
However, the kidnapper was ready even earlier.
So while they're still heading for their hidey holes, he rocks up on a trail bike, wheels through here, grabs the cash, takes off down there.
He's gone down this trail, got to the bicycle track and followed it out over that way.
Where he could've gone in any direction.
Yeah, only he didn't.
And they didn't locate his real escape route until he was long gone.
Something he'd prepared earlier.
Cut a hole in the fence here.
Vroom-vroom, and through he goes.
So, how do we get around this thing? Nah, not 'around', Sarge.
In your dreams, Joyner.
Long walk? Better than broken bones.
OK, so the kidnapper came this way, down the track that I just followed, then out here, onto the service road.
A loop up and around, onto the highway, and he's away - home and hosed.
What, with every cop in a 50k radius on the look-out for a bloke on a trail bike carrying a big bag of money? I think not, grasshopper.
Maybe he had a van stashed here - a small truck or something.
Whack the bike in the back, take off while Serious Crime are busy scouring the area a couple of k's back that way.
Yeah, that's a good point.
Wanna stay out of sight, so a pick-up vehicle makes sense.
What's up, Sarge? I know this place.
I was here a couple of years ago.
It was a hit/run call-out.
Maurie Biederman was my partner.
Hi, guys.
Can I see You 're right, boss.
(COUGHS) You wanna give that away, Maurie.
It'll kill you.
Looks like a train rolled over him.
Or a car - several times.
They made sure of him, didn't they? (COUGHS) (COUGHS) Sounding healthy there, Maurie.
Pointless quitting now, Wilton.
May as well enjoy the time I've got left.
Bet your doctor loves you.
You 're looking good.
Lost a few pounds.
Kilos, mate.
Still can't think in metrics.
So, what's this all about? Been a while since I've been in this joint.
You remember Stephen Markham? Hit/run? That's the last case before I retired.
Sure, yeah.
Put that guy - what was his name? - Stuart Geller away for it.
That's the one.
Well, something's come up.
Thought your input might be useful.
Do you really think this is a good idea? He was a good cop in his day, Stanley.
He's been depressed.
I just wanna cheer him up.
There you go, Maurie.
(SIGHS) Sorry about that.
So you think the kidnapping of Grace Waterson and the hit/run are connected.
Well, the ransom exchange and the hit/run occurred within a few k's of each other on the same day within the same time frame.
So unless you believe in coincidences, which I don't, these two things are connected.
Maurie, could you fill us in on the hit/run? Better than Sparkesy could? Mmm.
Suppose I can give it a go.
We cleared it the same day.
Got an anonymous tip-off.
Gave us a partial on the van and a mention of a red-haired driver.
Turned out to be a bloke named Stuart Geller.
The van was still parked in his driveway when we got there.
SPARKES: He claimed he'd been in bed all night, most of the morning.
MAURIE: Passed out.
I said to him, " We've got a witness, ginger nut.
" So, no alibi? No.
And a drink-driving history as messy as his van.
Did you ever get an angle on the witness? MAURIE: No.
SPARKES: It was a call to the Richmond station.
No recording.
Public phone.
No leads.
Besides, the van gave us everything we needed.
Dented bumper, smashed headlight.
Geller hadn't even cleaned the blood off the bullbar.
So you 're thinking that the van was used after the ransom exchange.
What, to load up the bike and to clear the area? I'm wondering what if the hit/run victim, Stephen Markham, wasn't a victim at all.
What if he and Geller were a team and they kidnapped Grace Waterson? But if Geller and Markham were involved in the kidnapping together, how do you account for the hit/run? Greed.
Maybe Geller decided he wanted to keep the ransom money for himself so he killed his partner in crime - ran him down like a dog.
That's a hell of a big jump, Sarge.
No, it's a theory.
I reckon we should follow it up.
Let's get Geller in here and talk to him.
You 're not serious.
You actually think I kidnapped somebody? This woman.
Look at her.
I refuse.
Mr Geller, all I'm asking I know what's going on here, OK? It's the same as last time.
I'm being set up.
Never heard that one before.
Who's this? Well, if my theory holds, it could be one of our kidnappers.
or leave me alone.
SIMON: We know that you ran down and killed Stephen Markham.
There is no doubt about that in our mind.
I was set up.
MATT: Forensic evidence said otherwise.
The victim's hair and blood on your van.
SIMON: On the grille, the headlights.
Body tissue in the treads of the tyres.
Nothing to say I was driving.
(PHONE RINGS) The Commissioner.
He'll be wanting an update.
GELLER: Scraping the bottom of the barrel.
We've been over the findings again.
There were spots of engine oil on the floor inside your van.
From a trail bike, maybe? I've never owned a trail bike.
What bike? The one Stephen Markham used to get away from police with the ransom money just before you ran him down and took off with the million dollars all for yourself.
MATT: We have the trail bike, Mr Geller.
The oil in your van matches the oil in the bike.
You guys are shooting in the dark.
We found Grace Waterson's body.
And we know you just left her there to die.
Here you go - have a look at the end result.
Look Your mates already put me away for something I didn't do.
I told Laurel and Hardy back then and I'm telling you now - I was stagger-home, fall-down-drunk the night before that hit-and-run.
Same as I was nearly every night.
And I was still asleep, at home, in my clothes, when it happened.
I'm innocent.
OK? What if he is? No, he can't be.
Doesn't matter how convincing he might be, the evidence says he's lying.
Well, think about it.
Geller said he used to get drunk every night.
If someone knew that, they'd be able to plan the theft of the van.
Use it, return it, no-one's any the wiser.
SIMON: Why not just dump it? Why return it? I've read the case notes.
The van wasn't broken into, it hadn't been hot-wired, and there was nothing to suggest that he wasn't the driver.
And nothing to suggest that he was.
So, why steal his van in particular? I don't know.
Did you investigate Markham during the hit/run? We had no reason to - he was the victim.
We had our man - Geller.
Don't look at me like that, Sarge.
I'm just trying to bring that fresh perspective to it.
Right - a perspective that suggests me and Maurie Biederman sent an innocent man to jail.
What's his problem? What do you reckon? He's just been told he stuffed up.
It's just a theory.
OK, but do you have to rub his face in it? Let's check out any previous owners of the hit/run vehicle.
Maybe there's an extra set of keys in the mix.
Don't worry about it.
They're young turks, looking to make their mark.
Maurie, we could have screwed up here.
And if we did, we gotta put it right.
Mr Biederman.
Joyner! Just in time.
Your shout.
Scotches, thanks.
Top shelf, doubles.
No ice.
Hot shot? Oh, he's OK.
He's learning.
Come on, Sparkesy, we did the job.
Yeah, maybe not properly.
My book, he was guilty.
That's a given.
Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough.
Bernice Waverley's got Stanley on a clock.
Posted a hundred grand reward on the kidnapping, she doesn't want to see it walk out the door.
A reward? You never said anything about a reward before.
What's to say? It's always about the money.
Don't go getting any ideas, Maurie.
Why not? I've got to come up with something, mate.
I blew all the super paying specialist's bills.
I can't leave Wanda with nothing.
Not after 30 years of marriage.
This lung bizzo, mate.
I'll be lucky to see the year out.
I need to put things right.
Maurie, you 're dreaming.
I'm not a cop anymore.
I'm a civilian.
I qualify for the reward.
You could shoot me a bit of info, keep me ahead of the game.
It's no harm.
Hang on a second.
I am still a cop.
Gotta be worth something.
Sarge! You 're in early.
Where's mine? I didn't know you 'd be here.
Just going through the hit/run.
Widow's come up in the world.
Face ring a bell? We have to get the message across that these tragedies shouldn't happen.
She's the Tougher Sentencing woman.
TSDD - Tougher Sentencing for Drink Drivers.
there's a grieving partner, a child without a parent - a family.
They all deserve justice.
That's what TSDD is about.
I think we should talk to her about her husband.
About whether her husband was involved in a kidnapping? I'm sure that'll go down well.
Well, I'm not gonna tell her that.
Just go with the flow, Joyner.
Follow the expert.
Nice day for it.
Sorry, Mrs Markham - we tried the front door, no answer.
MAN: Who are you? This is Detective Joyner.
I'm Senior Sergeant Sparkes.
You remember me - I investigated your husband's death.
Of course.
How can I help you? Just some questions, if that's alright.
Why? The man who killed Stephen's in jail.
Yeah, he got four years.
Not long enough, if your campaign's on the money.
It is.
Campaign's been very successful.
Sorry, and you are? Ben Ward, manager and publicist.
You 've come a long way since we last met, Mrs Markham.
Looks like you 're doing alright for yourself.
Times change, Detective.
Now, what is this about? Like I said - just some questions.
What questions? I thought the matter was dealt with.
Yeah, so did we.
Unfortunately, things have come up.
What things? Did your husband change his daily routine in the weeks before he was killed? Not that I can remember.
Why? He wasn't behaving strangely or being secretive? No.
No money troubles? I'm sorry, what is this about? You ever heard of Grace Waterson? No.
I haven't.
She was kidnapped a couple of years ago.
A million-dollar ransom was paid, but she was never found.
And what has any of this got to do with me? Oh, not with you, but There's a theory that when your husband was killed, he was collecting the ransom for Grace Waterson.
Only the person he was teamed up with decided to keep the money for himself and did the squish-squash on your husband.
I want you to leave.
Just in case you think of anything.
Thanks for your time.
Ah, I thought we weren't gonna mention the kidnapping.
Oh, I felt the need to rattle her elegant cage, didn't you? Gut instinct, Joyner.
Mine just rumbled.
Maybe your mates weren't so far off the mark after all.
Just hang on.
Maurie, this is not what we talked about.
You 're following me.
Just checking things out, mate.
It's a public thoroughfare.
So you 're talking to Rachel Markham, eh? Think she's involved? Don't go getting ahead of yourself.
I remember her.
She was as cheap as a two-bob watch.
Turned into a Rolex.
So, does she know something? Maurie, just bugger off, will you? When I've got something to tell you, I'll phone.
This is between you and me.
We don't want the whole world knowing.
I'll wait for your call.
What's going on? Nothing.
That's your mate Maurie, isn't it? It's all under control.
When someone tells me that something's under control it usually means there's something that has to be controlled.
You leave the worrying to me.
You just focus on the investigation.
I don't even know who we're investigating anymore.
We gotta find out as much as we can about Rachel Markham.
Yeah, Jen, it's me, Si.
Can you start a full background search on Rachel Markham? What, dating back to the death of her husband? No, further, if you can.
Full financials, credit check, the lot.
You got it.
The Markhams had a major mortgage on their house and a sizeable overdraft too.
Had? The debts have been getting paid off in instalments since his death.
So, how's she been doing that and paying for these renovations you saw? Don't know.
Hubby's insurance? If she's using the insurance payout to get rid of debts, why not do it all at once, save on interest? I would.
Maybe she's not using the insurance.
Check this out.
Before he died Stephen Markham owned a panelbeating and auto mechanics business.
Guess whose van's been in there three times, last time just a few months before the hit/run? Stuart Geller's! And at the time, Rachel Markham was working there as a receptionist.
Great opportunity to access keys and copy them.
Get his address to suss out his habits.
If all this pans out, that really does make Stuart Geller innocent.
MATT: That could also put Rachel Markham behind the wheel of that van, killing her own husband.
You 're suggesting Rachel Markham murdered her husband and is now living off the proceeds of a kidnapping.
There's no doubt in my mind.
Well, there was 24 hours ago.
She got an insurance payout for her husband, Sarge, but it was bugger all.
It wouldn't go anywhere near covering what she's spent.
See, I think the money from the ransom and the insurance gave her an opportunity - not just to tack a couple of rooms to the back of the house, but to get out from under, be somebody.
Whatever you find out, talk to me before you do anything else, understood? Maybe there's something you could do for us.
We need a search warrant.
For what? She's gotta have that ransom money stashed somewhere.
She dips into it whenever she wants it.
I figure it's gotta be close by.
Like in her house, for example? Exactly.
So if we could just get the warrant Forget it, Wilton.
You 're on a fishing expedition.
No way will Waverley come at a warrant.
But I'm dead right about this woman, Stanley.
She's up to her neck in it.
Do you agree with this interpretation, Simon? Yeah, Sarge.
Gut instinct.
Come back to me when you 've actually got something I can take to her, apart from speculation and gut instinct.
Wilton? Remember when you came back, said you wanted to join the crew? Yeah.
You said you could be a mentor to these guys, not lead them into a minefield.
Won't happen, Stanley.
Make sure it doesn't.
Bloody "gut instinct".
You said it! You don't tell that to the boss! Alright, no warrant.
So we've gotta dig deeper.
The business manager - this Ben Ward.
What do we know about him? Bugger all.
So let's find out if he knew Rachel Markham before the kidnapping.
You think he's involved? It's worth a try.
Run another check on Rachel while you 're at it.
Right down to what ballet teacher she had when she was six.
What are you gonna be doing? I've got other things to take care of.
Like what - things you 've gotta get under control? Just get everything you can on her before she turned herself into an icon for justice.
Yeah, Maurie, it's me.
Rachel Markham's looking more and more likely in my book.
Looks like Geller could be innocent.
Time to stir the pot a bit, I think.
Rachel! Long time no see! Do I know you? Maurie Biederman.
I was the detective on your husband's hit/run case.
First your colleagues, now you.
I've already told them - there's nothing I can help with.
BEN: If you lot don't stop hounding her, we'll be making an official complaint.
I just want your opinion on a theory.
Another theory! You and hubby kidnapped Grace Waterson.
He picks up the ransom and you kill him with the van that you 'borrowed', keep the money for yourself and leave Grace to die a slow death.
You 're mad.
We found the body, Rachel.
Starved, all dried up.
It's a pretty horrible way to kill someone.
Worse than running over them, really, wouldn't you say? If you don't leave me alone, I'll sue.
Fair enough.
In the meantime, we'll just keep picking away at it.
Have a nice day.
Rachel Shut up.
Light the fuse and stand well back.
Where's mine? MATT: Sarge, got something for you.
Rachel Markham has a record.
What sort of record? JENNIFER: Juvenile to start with.
with a pair of scissors.
Said he tried to assault her.
Maiden name - no-one's ever made the connection.
Told you she's a scrag.
Five years ago, Mrs Markham was questioned about the torching of a car after a dispute with a neighbour.
Nothing was proved, so it went away.
Gimme the paperwork.
Let's see Waverley say no to this.
Uh, what about Wolfie? He's not here.
Doesn't need the grief anyway.
I'll tell him once I've got it.
No! Come on - stabbing, suspected torching of a car.
That's gotta be worth something.
It's ancient history.
You know as well as I do, Wilton, you can't get a warrant based on what someone might or might not have done in their past.
Look at it - look at what she's done.
My guess is we've barely scratched the surface when it comes to Rachel Markham.
Please, I'm busy, so unless you 've got something further to add What's the story here, Bernice? You worried Mrs Markham's gonna get in the ear of the braid and make life unpleasant for you? I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Just calling it as I see it.
The only thing you see, Wilton, is what you want to see.
You have no case against Rachel Markham.
You know it and I know it.
So I suggest that instead of blaming the inadequacies of your investigation on others, you go away and do your job.
What are you doing here? You 're supposed to be watching Rachel Markham.
She's in a TV studio filming some community service ad or something.
Don't think she's got the money stashed there, mate.
Just as long as you 're on her when she gets out.
I've been doing some digging on Rachel myself.
You know she's a serial litigant? No smoking in here, Maurie.
What do you mean, she's a litigant? Civil cases.
None of this would be on her file, mate.
Manicurist for personal damages.
Clothing company for supposedly reneging on a promotional contract.
All grabs for money.
A pattern.
Best of all, just over two years ago, before her husband was killed, she sued the old people's home where her mother was staying.
Building was declared unsafe or something.
That lawsuit fell on its face too.
And? The director of the home was hurt in a hit/run a few weeks later.
No witnesses.
No case.
The panel-beating business would be a great way of covering up something like that.
That's what I thought.
You 've still got it, Maurie.
Not that it'll make any difference to Waverley.
She just wants the whole thing to go away.
Suits me.
Gives me a free run at the reward money.
It's not about the money, Maurie.
We put an innocent bloke in jail.
Look, give me another 24 hours.
Maybe I can come up with something solid.
Or maybe she'll do something stupid after that wind-up we gave her.
Just be careful, alright? We're not as young as we used to be.
What's she gonna do - kill me? She can join the queue, right behind lung cancer.
Joyner, it's me.
What are you up to? (WILTON SNORES) Oh! Sorry, Kel.
Uh, it's me, Sarge.
It's not Kelly.
Jeez, I must have dozed off.
What time is it? Seven-ish.
(SIGHS) Look, Sarge, I got some questions.
Too early! No, no, no, no.
You told me you wanted us to watch Rachel Markham.
But instead, we're watching your old mate Maurie while he watches her.
So, what's going on? (SIGHS) Like I said last night, it's complicated.
You 're better off not knowing.
I'm better off not knowing, I'm better off out of it, it's under control.
Shouldn't some of this be up to me? Either we're working together on this or we're not.
Now, there's a good idea.
I wanna know what I'm into.
I'm trying to make something right.
Maurie's trying to make a hundred grand.
What ha You 're feeding him information.
Jesus, Sarge, you could lose your job.
Well, worse things could happen.
You could lose yours.
Which is why you know nothing about it, alright? Sarge.
Oh, bugger.
Maurie, no, no, no.
You get outta here! You were never here, neither was I.
Now go.
Sarge! Go! Come on, Maurie, don't be bloody ridiculous.
Jeez, Sparkesy! It's not supposed to be my heart that gets me.
Come on, mate.
We're out of here.
I was working on getting in.
She's not gonna do anything stupid, so I reckon I need to look for some hard evidence.
Leave it to us.
We'll get a warrant, we'll look.
Over Bernice Waverley's dead body, by the sounds of it.
Couple of minutes.
For God's sake, Maurie.
Just look around.
I'll search the bedrooms.
What are you looking for? The money, you dickhead! It's a complete waste of time - even if you find it, it's inadmissible.
(PHONE RINGS) (HORN HONKS) (SIMON CONTINUES TOOTING HORN) Maurie! Come on! Ooh, kinky! I'd be completely justified, you know? OK.
It's OK.
You stay exactly where you are while I call the police.
I am the police.
Not unless you 've got a warrant, which I very much doubt.
(DOORBELL RINGS) Ugh! Get off me! Get OFF me! Time to leave.
You think so? I'm gonna bury you bastards! What the hell was Sparkesy thinking? He was trying to do Biederman a favour.
At our expense? Now we have to give statements to Ethical Standards.
Yeah, thanks very much, Sparkesy! Hey, he made a bad call, Dunny.
A bad call? He planned the whole thing, Si! Duncan's right.
He should've known better.
I would've done the same for you lot.
Well, we're not retired, are we? No, and you haven't put an innocent man in jail either.
So just think how he feels.
So let me understand this, because Quite frankly, I'm having trouble believing what I'm hearing.
First, you break into Rachel Markham's home with Maurice Biederman.
No warrant, nothing.
The pair of you act like common criminals.
Right so far? I'm not hearing you, Senior Sergeant.
Yes, ma'am, that's right.
And if that's not serious enough, your actions are further compounded by your having passed on information about the investigation to Maurice Biederman - a civilian.
I was just trying to help him out.
I mean, he's dying.
His wife A civilian, Senior Sergeant.
Did you have any knowledge of what was going on? No, ma'am.
He didn't.
The question "why not?" Comes to mind.
And Joyner? No, ma'am.
He didn't know, either.
The surveillance? Anything? I didn't tell either of them.
If you 'd let us apply for that warrant Oh, so this is my fault, is it? No, of course not.
I'm just saying I think you 've said enough for one day, Senior Sergeant! Well, what happens now is out of my control.
This has to go upstairs.
Fair enough.
And if that wasn't the case, I'd cheerfully stitch you back into a uniform myself! Now, get out of here, find Biederman and shut him down, before I have him arrested - is that clear? Yes, ma'am.
Wilton! You 've gone too far this time.
I can't help you.
No-one can.
It's up to Command now.
Ream you a new one, did she, Sarge? Not personally.
She's booked me in for the operation, though.
Listen, I'm sorry if any of this comes down on you blokes.
Not my intention.
Intention and outcome are often two different things, Sarge.
We worked on this for you in good faith.
DUNCAN: And now we're going to have Ethical Standards all over us.
Thanks for nothing, Sarge.
Listen, I'll be put on the griller first.
I'll make it clear none of you had any knowledge of what was going down.
That's great.
But like I said, thanks for nothing.
Yeah, well Like I said, I'm sorry.
What? What are we supposed to say? It's alright? Never mind? It's not alright! You 're lucky you 've still got a job.
Am I? You lot really piss me off sometimes.
(PHONE RINGING) For use in toxic situations - chemicals (CALLER PICKS UP) Sparkesy, mate.
Maurie, where are you? Any fallout yet? Oh, few tons of bricks coming down.
Duck and weave, mate.
I think I ran out of moves, mate.
So did you.
That retirement home that Rachel Markham sued.
Look, whatever the deal is, leave it alone.
They found asbestos in the walls.
Really nasty stuff.
So ugly that they can't even pull the place down.
Now, I'm guessing that that's where she's got the ransom money hidden.
Maurie, you gotta pull your head in or Waverley's gonna chop it off.
Have to catch me first.
I shouldn't be doing this.
Look, if I knew which way was up on the internet, I wouldn't ask you to do it, believe me.
Here's one that fits.
It was closed two years ago, it's awaiting demolition.
What's the address? That's where we found Grace Waterson's body.
Ker-ching! You think that's where she stashed the ransom? Maurie does.
Maybe you can get back in Waverley's good books.
Recover the ransom money.
Or what's left of it.
Look, thanks for that, Joyner.
You stay here.
(SIGHS) Bloody hell, Maurie.
Looks like your mate beat you to it.
Looks like none of my friends listen to me, no matter what I tell them.
Maurie! Maurie! Come on, you old bugger! Where are you? Just take a look down there.
Where are you, mate? Oi! Christ! Don't do that! I love the mask.
Why the hell aren't you wearing yours? Too late for that, mate.
Rachel Markham's got one, though.
Found it in her bedroom.
Then I got to thinking about this place and why it closed.
She'd need the mask to keep coming back - make withdrawals.
It's a perfect hiding place for the money.
Come on.
I'll show you.
You 've found it? Too right I have.
Knew I'd be here, huh? Still beat you to it.
Senior Sergeant, I'm now giving you information leading to the recovery of the stolen ransom money.
Yeah, just show me where it is.
It's in here.
I haven't touched it.
Santa Claus would find his way blocked.
Only about half of it left, by the look of it.
Still have to pay the reward money.
I'll be Jesus Christ! Stop! Police! Stop or I'll shoot! Call an ambulance! I'm still breathing, you silly bugger.
You get her? Yep.
Just hang in there, Maurie.
Joyner, get that bloody ambulance! You 're going to be alright, mate.
Yeah, right.
It wasn't just about the money, Sparkesy.
Not really.
It was the buzz.
Yeah, I know.
Can't beat it, eh? (MAURIE COUGHS DEEPLY) Bloody cancer sticks.
You 'll make sure Wanda gets the money? Mate, you 'll be picking it up yourself.
You always were an optimist.
(COUGHS) Sorry, Wilton.
He just couldn't hang on.
You 'd better get yourself checked out.
Running round in there without a mask.
It was only for a few minutes.
Joyner, start a dialogue with the Department of Corrections.
There's a man in jail who shouldn't be there.
Yes, Sarge.
Not too badly hurt, I see.
Broken ankle.
I'll live.
'Cause you 're gonna be in jail for a long time.
I'd hate to see you miss out on that.
Get stuffed.
Just enlighten me on one point.
Why'd you kill your husband? A million-dollar ransom wasn't enough? You had to grab his life insurance as well? He was a gambler.
He let me down, he lost all our money.
I couldn't put up with that.
Not again.
Plus it gave you a chance to grandstand about the inequities of drunk driving.
Believe it or not, that wasn't planned.
It just happened.
I was actually doing some good there.
Shame you couldn't have shown the same compassion to Grace Waterson.
Very cheeky, Rachel, keeping the money in the same place you left her to die.
What? She was in there? You didn't know? And here I was thinking you were just a callous bitch! Stupid bastard.
He was meant to kill her and bury her.
Looks like he let you down again, doesn't it? Oh, here come your mates.
Mrs Markham! Mrs Markham! Enjoy your swan song, Rachel.
(REPORTERS CLAMOUR) NEWSREADER: The mystery of the missing million-dollar ransom for kidnap-murder victim Grace Waterson has finally been solved.
The money has been found in an abandoned building by a member of the public and police.
Tougher Sentencing for Drink Drivers founder, Rachel Markham, has been arrested and charged with the murder of her husband and the kidnap of Grace Waterson.
You 're to clear your desk until Command decide where you 're being posted.
Back of beyond, no doubt.
You should be thankful you 've still got a job.
Will that be all, then? I've got a funeral to arrange.
Wilton, regardless of the outcome, you made some serious errors of judgment.
I'll remember to quote you when I deliver Maurie's eulogy.
You 'll see that reward goes to his wife? I'm working on it.
I can't promise anything.
Just 'cause he's dead shouldn't mean he goes unrewarded for the work he did.
It's because he's dead he's not under arrest.
Don't try me on this, Bernice.
Everyone has a skeleton in their closet.
Maurie was a good mate and a bloody good detective in his day.
He deserves better.
So does his wife.
I told you, I will do my best.
Thank you.
I'll go and clear my desk now.
Am I being suspended? For what? For helping Sparkesy.
You weren't there.
That's what your partner's saying to me, and that's what I'm saying to Command.
You were just there at the end because you thought he might need back-up, which he did.
Good call.
Yes, Sarge.
Sticking by your partner's important, Simon.
So is recognising when they're out of control.
Sparkesy knew exactly what he was doing.
And I'd probably do it again too.
It's good for me to know that.
Now, you get out of here.
Can't beat a hard copy.
This is crap.
No, it's what you get when you break the rules, son.
Busted out of CI, off to Woop-Woop.
Don't you forget it.
You know, Kel doesn't mind.
She works from home.
So country'll be a nice change.
Take it easy, Sarge.
No hard feelings? Not from me.
Keep those suits pressed.
Stanley, keep that young bugger Joyner in line.
He's prone to doing stupid things.
Mmm, you 've taught him well.
You 're an idiot.
Yeah, I know.
A loyal idiot, though.
Good luck, Wilton.
SIMON: Sparkesy! A trophy.
I'll run another copy, Senior Sergeant.
Oh! Bugger me!