Jack Irish: Dead Point Page #4
for dinner, just say so.
I could book Donelli's.
Doesn't anything change?
Not if I can help it, no.
I got a better idea.
I'm back on air.
I'll call you later.
If our hoop stays wide,
avoids the traffic.
Mr Renoir's a duck. He'll swim home.
Nice to have your full attention.
Now, best you boys avoid the track.
Keep it arm's length.
And I'll meet you here
for a Spumante.
Still, shame they don't have races
with just one horse in them.
Just to be sure.
JAZZY TUNE:
You look rather good.
I'll pass for radio.
It's good to have you back.
Yes, I may never
leave Melbourne again.
Really?
Well, maybe not never.
You know, they say they've got never
So I, ah... saw you in the paper
with that shock jock
who does drive.
My star-f***ing days are over.
I'm going for the lesser lights
of the galaxy.
Butchers, newsagents,
suburban lawyers.
Well, I can probably help you there.
Oh, yeah?
Yes. I know an excellent butcher.
I'm thinking we take this slowly.
Yes. Absolutely.
Have you...
have you heard of The Snug?
I'm game if you are.
I think it's a business in the city.
Mm.
Yeah, it's a private club.
Yeah, invitation only.
It's a veritable who's who.
Governors General, Chief Justices,
even a PM or two, I've heard.
Why? You moving up in the world?
What?
Name?
I'm not a member.
I'm here about Robbie Colburne.
Police? You've already been here.
No, no, no. I'm a lawyer.
My name's Jack Irish.
I represent Robbie's family.
(His name is Jack...)
Welcome to The Snug, Mr Irish.
I'm Ros Hoskin-Elliott.
Jack.
Strong hand, Jack.
You don't always work behind a desk.
No, not always.
This is my assistant, Xavier.
We call him X.
The unknown.
He's bi-curious if you're wondering.
Oh, well, I'll keep that in mind.
Sienna tells me that you're acting
for Robbie's family.
Yeah, there's an estate involved.
We get a lot of lawyers in here.
QCs, judges.
Hmm.
Ah, what... what sort of club
is this, exactly?
We provide an oasis
of privacy and discretion.
can be themselves.
To Robbie,
tenderest of bartenders.
The needle was a surprise.
A little bit of nasal recreation,
I could understand.
You think you know someone.
Robbie was always something
of a dark horse.
And did he leave
You know, maybe in a locker?
I'm sorry I can't be of more
assistance, Jack.
But I will leave your name
on the door.
Hopefully we'll be seeing
more of you.
Actually, I was thinking about
applying for a job.
Do you always pay your bartenders
this well?
Only the best for my members, Jack.
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