Jack Irish: Dead Point

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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

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