Jack Irish: Dead Point Page #6

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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.

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