This programme contains strong language
Here they are!
Yep, here they are now.
Got your statement, Detective? Detective, is it true?
JOURNALISTS YELL
What's happening?
We've asked, "why us?"
but we don't know the answer to that.
What I do know is that I hate what's happened to our lives.
I hate how she stole our child.
Stole our trust.
Stole our security.
DOOR SHUTS
I do know that I hate Agatha Fyfle.
Two years ago,
her actions broke my family.
My daughter feels unsafe.
My oldest son has fits of uncontrollable anger,
and my youngest, Ben,
stolen by her at birth...
..his trauma reveals itself every day.
Jack, my husband, lives with unbearable guilt
and self-recrimination.
Jack?
We should be going. Ready!
None of this pain can be erased,
but it can be alleviated by justice.
Finished?
I don't think I can read this out in court.
It's too angry.
This is your chance to be angry.
You can say whatever you want. But she's going to be sentenced today.
What's the point of exposing ourselves more,
when it's already over?
And that's the only thing I care about.
I just want this behind us forever...
And where is Grace?
DOORBELL CHIMES
Ding dong.
DOORBELL CHIMES
I am so sorry.
I could not get out of the house this morning.
You're good. Your house, or someone else's?
Forget one of your earrings?
Auntie Grace! Oh, hi!
I've left a note on the table about Ben's food.
And please don't take them out today. OK, all right.
I got this. I got this. You guys go.
Let's go. Give it back!
Argh! Give it!
BENNY CRIES
Benny, I know, I'm sorry.
Come on.
I should get back. No. He'll settle in a bit.
OK? We got to go.
Come on!
HORN BEEPS
She's here.
On her! On her! Come on!
Agatha, over here!
Agatha!
Move!
The sentencing of Agatha Fyfle for the kidnapping of well-known
TV sports identity
Jack Shaughnessy's baby and the manslaughter of two other
infants has drawn a crowd.
Two years ago, the nation was transfixed by the manhunt
for Fyfle after she kidnapped baby Ben.
Court is expected to hear the victim impact statements today, calling
for the severest penalty for those crimes.
Charlotte! How does it feel to be Agatha Fyfle's mother?
What are your hopes for today?
We all hope that mercy prevails and that Agatha
is not unduly punished.
You want to say something?
Good to see you two still together.
Anything you want to say?
Your Honour, my client pleaded guilty
to the manslaughter of two infants,
Emily Symons and Elizabeth Cholodenko,
and to one count of kidnapping
in the case of Ben Shaughnessy.
Agatha pleaded guilty to prove
to the court that, despite the heinous abuse she suffered
at the hands of church elders,
despite her tragic loss of two children,
one stolen from her at birth at the tender age of 16,
another stillborn,
after years of heartache, she is capable of remorse
and more than willing to take responsibility for her crimes.
Your Honour, this is a woman who mercy abandoned
at a very young age.
And now, while incarcerated, her notoriety inspires regular,
targeted abuse at the hands of the hardened criminals
she is housed with.
Agatha Fyfle does not deserve to be further brutalised
or marginalised in maximum security protection.
I therefore petition Your Honour to consider a fair sentence
in minimum security, where she has the opportunity
to rehabilitate, and show her the mercy that has eluded
her in life until now.
Your Honour, minimum security is patently inadequate
in this case. Agatha Fyfle is a manipulative felon
and a high-risk inmate.
We've heard the Crown's petition. Please sit down.
Is there anything you would like to say before sentencing begins?
Yes, Your Honour.
Even though I never set out to hurt anyone,
I've come to understand how wrong my actions were.
Meghan Shaughnessy was a friend to me,
and I betrayed that friendship
in a way that is unforgivable.
I can't take back anything I did.
All I can do is accept punishment
in the hope it will bring peace to all those I hurt.
I have nothing but regret in my heart
for all the pain I have caused.
What heart?!
Given the difficulty of housing this prisoner in maximum security,
I require a psychiatric report to determine the prisoner's fitness
for a minimum security facility.
As emotions are running high today,
I will postpone victim impact statements until the court resumes
in nine weeks for sentencing.
GAVEL BANGS Nine!
Nine weeks?!
All stand.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
It's Karen, isn't it? Yeah. Baby Emily's mother?
I'd like to help you.
You're back, Fyfle?
For nine more weeks. Welcome home, then.
Lock up your babies, ladies!
You in forever, Fyfle?
Oi, claws away! Move on!
Watch your back, baby killer! We're going to get you, Fyfle!
Watch your back, baby killer!
Stay in your cell. The girls are all stirred up.
I'll check in tonight.
Thanks, Mr Jones.
Rot in hell, Fyfle!
Fyfle, you bitch!
BANGING
We're going to fuck you up, bitch!
We're going to get you, Fyfle!
Come on, baby!
Hey, baby killer!
We'd been trying for years, and Emily was our only child.
Can I ask why you spat at the van?
Because I wanted her to know.
I want everyone to remember how we feel.
All the papers just talk about baby Ben and the kidnapping.
But we didn't get our baby back.
We completely lost her.
Even today, she got to speak in court while we were silenced.
She pleaded guilty.
Agatha's only pleading guilty so she'll get off lightly.
And you know what?
Rotting in jail for life is too good for that monster.
TAPE REWINDS
..life is too good for that monster.
Can you please go relax? It's under control.
We're hungry. I know. I know.
Daddy's going to be home from work soon. We're waiting for him.
Can you please go wash up? Mm! Lachie! Lucy.
What about your work?
I've got my hands full.
I don't mind.
Plus, I don't want to put myself out there any more.
People recognise me and they want to talk about it.
Well, I regret letting my career go.
Ben needs me more than we need
the money right now, so please go, sit. OK.
Oh, Rufus, bro!
Cutlery goes from the outside in!
Literally the least important piece of information I've ever received.
Is Mother's Day hard for you, Simon? I'm OK.
I'm sure there'll be plenty of women lining up to spend
Mother's Day with you if they could see how good you are with that baby.
Hey, Ben, how about we give Uncle Simon a bit of a break?
No, he's all right. He's just chilling, eh? Waiting for Dad.
Do you mind if I put the TV on?
I just don't want to miss it going to air.
When a young player with so much promise dies
of a cocaine-related heart attack on the field...
Yo! Family!
Hey! What have I missed?
Happy Mother's Day.
These are for you. Oh, my goodness!
Thank you! Oh!
Happy Mother's Day.
Sorry I was late. I was at the studio.
These are for you. Wow. Thank you.
Let's go say hello to your ugly old man!
Where's my little munchkin?
Oh! How you doing, buddy?
All right. Lunch. Lunch is on. Lunch. Lunch, yes, please.
Hey, guys, how you doing?
Happy Mother's Day.
BEEP
DOOR SHUTS
No clue how you fold those things.
I need something.
This.
Pills?
Vitamins.
What's this writing?
It's the name of the movie I was telling you about.
Thanks, Rocco.
I mean, Mr Osman.
I heard you got a visitor today.
Back to your cell, Pope, she's a no-show.
Don't fucking touch me!
It's time, Pope. I don't fucking care!
Move! Move!
Hello, Agatha.
I'm so glad you put my name down on your list.
My solicitor said it would look good
to show I'm reconciling with my mother.
How are they treating you in here?
I'm not the most popular prisoner.
Do you get many visitors?
Only lawyers and shrinks.
To be honest, I thought the trial would be over.
And I'd thank you for paying my legal fees.
But now there'll be more so...
Mother's Day.
Without my children.
Am I meant to apologise for that?
No.
I've tried to tell you I regret how we made you feel
it was your fault.
Elijah... Don't ask me to forgive you.
I've forgiven you. What for?
For being blamed? Being abused?
Having my baby taken away?
What exactly have I done
that you need to forgive me for?
Do you know how people look at me in the streets?
Your name is everywhere.
No-one visits me either.
Don't worry, after this,
you won't have to do me any more favours.
Asking you at all made me sick.
Oh! Oh, wow!
Oh! Thank you, Marky-moo.
Oh, I love, love, LOVE!
What did I get you?
New cans! Just what I needed.
No, it's what we needed so we don't have to listen to your music.
Happy Mother's Day.
Oh! Flowers? That's original.
At least I bought them myself, you little shit!
PHONE VIBRATES
Marcus. I think Dad probably needs help with the meat.
Uh-huh. Come on.
Sorry, I've got to go.
It's about my podcast. I've got the address.
I'm going to take these, but I'll get you a proper present instead.
Oh, no, darling. I love... I love those... I love you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
We're having a family lunch... I've got to go!
Want another cup of tea, Mum? Can I drive home? Yep.
Darling, it's been a long day. We really should pack up and go.
I love my presents!
Here, give us a kiss. Where's Ben? Here, give me a hug.
Luce, where's Ben?
I don't know. Hey.
Ben?
LAUGHTER
Is that a joint?
I'm sorry.
Jesus, grow up, you two.
Sorry. Mum's going.
DOORBELL
Hi.
Hello. My name's Lorelei Kelly.
I was wondering if we could talk. These are for you.
Sorry. You're...
I'm Lorelei.
I'm a journalist, and I'm hoping to speak
to you and your husband about Agatha Fyfle...
No, sorry. That's inappropriate.
I'm doing a podcast... You need to leave.
Are you OK? Who was that?
It was a journalist.
Oh, she's from the trial.
You're kidding me. Who sends a door knocker on Mother's Day?
Parasites. Meghan.
This explains everything.
Directions to Katoomba.
Such a sweet gesture.
I haven't had to get a vase out in a while.
Yeah, since it's Mother's Day,
I thought it was only right to bring flowers.
I watched you in the courtroom.
I felt for you.
I saw you there, too. Red jacket.
What kind of story are you going to tell about Agatha?
One that'll change everything.
You left an earring the other day. I found it on the carpet.
Great. Jack noticed.
Did you tell Jack where you left it?
No, I did not tell Jack where I left it.
Oh!
You're ashamed of me.
I'm just... I'm joking.
I'm joking. I shouldn't have brought it up. Grace.
Grace!
We have to stop doing this.
I know I keep saying that
and then doing all the drunk dialling. I love it.
Not telling anyone is different from being at a family thing
and pretending, like...
It's lying and it's crossing a line.
So do we tell them? God, no!
I don't mean... I've got no ties to Meghan, and you don't have to spend
your life tiptoeing around your sister. Look me in the eyes
and tell me you're not terrified of her.
So what then?
This was the last time.
Sure.
Shake on it.
Hey, Lil, how are you?
Shit.
Oh, surprising.
George.
Good.
Lights out, ladies!
Lights out!
BUZZER
They asleep?
Did you notice today that Ben doesn't look at anyone?
There are a lot of distractions, OK? Did you read the letter?
No. You want me to take a look?
Maybe we can work out who she's working for.
I threw it away. OK.
Why don't you come to bed and I'll give you
another Mother's Day present?
Like a proper present.
How does that sound?
Hey, Ben, can you say "flower" for Mummy?
Flower.
Ben, can you see the flower?
Can you please say...
Can you say "flower?"
Ben, please.
PHONE RINGS
Meghan Shaughnessy speaking.
Oh, no.
Yeah, look, I'm really sorry.
There's...
Can I ask... Sorry, which child did he hit?
Right. OK.
Thank you.
So you don't have to...
Excuse me. I mean, Oliver.
Oh, hey, hon. What's going on?
I'm just talking to Serena.
You have no right to approach my friends or go to my house.
This is an invasion of privacy.
I'm allowed to speak to you about it. She said you knew about it.
She does know about it. So you misrepresented yourself.
Can I talk to you, please?
Sorry.
Did you read my letter?
No, I didn't.
It explained that I'm speaking to everyone for a podcast
about Agatha Fyfle.
Since you're central to the story,
it's important that I give you a voice too.
I don't want my family in the spotlight again.
Is that why you deleted your mummy blog?
Because you think it attracted Agatha to your family?
My husband and I are both journalists.
If I wanted a voice, I would have one.
And not from some student journalism major.
So you did read my letter.
I understand why you feel this way, Meghan,
but I'm going to change your mind. See you, Serena. Thank you.
I am so sorry. I'm sorry. I had no idea.
Thanks for taking my call, Hayden.
I know you haven't spoken to any media since just
after the kidnapping. Because they made me out to be a massive dope,
didn't they? Did they? "What kind of idiot doesn't know
"his girlfriend didn't give birth, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."
But I was away at sea, and I had no idea about infidelity, so, yeah.
Anyway, why should I be on your podcast?
Well, because you'll get a chance to tell your side of the story.
And I actually see Agatha as a victim of trauma.
She didn't have any chance to heal from it.
She's not a bad person.
I don't think she meant to hurt anyone.
But you're right about the trauma.
Her little brother got run over in front of her.
The thing with Brother Bowler abusing her, getting her pregnant.
Sorry. Who's Brother Bowler?
The church elder.
Oh, they didn't name him in court.
All that must have done something to her head.
It would have to.
But the Aggy I know is kind and funny.
And she did love Rory... Ben.
A judge has come under attack from a victim of crimes group
who fear baby killer Agatha Fyfle will be given a light sentence.
The controversy overshadowed
newly-appointed Minister for Corrections Vicky Michaelson's
debut press conference
as she appeared unprepared for the questions.
I haven't yet been briefed on this, so it's too early for me to comment.
But I will say that any undisciplined or criminal action
by lobby groups on this, or any other issue within my portfolio,
will not be tolerated.
Agatha Fyfle faces a recess before her fate.
Why is that on?
Jack, these are choking hazards.
Oh, sorry. I didn't hear you come in.
Lucy was watching a really inappropriate news story.
Didn't they tell you about the incident at school?
Yes. We had a chat, didn't we, buddy?
Talk to your teacher. Yeah.
Everything OK? No.
That girl was at the park. She was interviewing the mothers.
What girl? The one who doorstepped us.
Babe, there's a story.
They're going to chase it.
True crime podcasts are gold right now.
It was inevitable someone was going to do it.
Turns out she's just a uni student.
Oh, there you go. Can you please deal with the groceries?
I've got to call the paediatrician, book an appointment for Ben.
Does he really need it right now? Yes.
He's not hitting his milestones.
Jack, he was late to walk.
He's not using his words.
He's not making eye contact.
And maybe he's just moving at his own pace.
All right.
Move it along.
Don't touch me.
I said move along. Hands off!
Stop it, ladies. Enough!
Break it up, ladies. Break it up.
Enough!
How far along are you?
30 weeks.
I couldn't catch my breath after 30 weeks. So tiring.
Will the baby stay with you?
I've applied for the mother child programme at Jalala.
I'm hoping to get a transfer there.
Minimum security.
You'll have a chance to be with your little one.
How long can you keep him or her?
Him.
Till he's five.
But I'm going to be out before then, so...
Jail's no place for a baby.
All a baby needs is love.
Thank you for being nice to me.
Where are my greens? You want greens?
HAWKS UP PHLEGM
Stay the fuck away from the pregnant lady, baby killer.
Shame bitch!
PHONE RINGS
Hello.
Yeah, I spoke with him yesterday. Why?
Listen, mate, you've got to get your own sources,
all right? OK. I've got to go. Bye.
I've read your story. Oh, yeah?
I think your intro's too long.
And you really haul his family through the mud.
You know what that's like.
I think you should cut it.
OK. Yeah, will do.
Grace is coming over. I'm going to do a roast.
Oh, yum. PHONE RINGS
Story's really blowing up, huh? Yeah. Yeah. Hey, Simon, mate.
Yeah, sorry, I'm heading out the door now. OK.
I'll see you in 20.
All right. Bye.
PHONE VIBRATES
SHE HUMS
PHONE VIBRATES
Oh, yes.
Hello, you.
Tell me that wasn't your butt calling me.
No, I hung up on you,
because I shouldn't be calling you.
I see. Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I've spent all day not calling you.
Well, that sounds like a giant waste of energy.
I didn't call you when I...
..when I woke up.
I didn't call you when I found a hair in my lunch.
And I especially didn't call you when I thought
about how articulate your right eyebrow is
when you're being sarcastic.
So why are you calling me now?
I'm not.
What are we going to do? I don't know.
I think we've got to tell Meghan that we're seeing each other.
OK.
Do you want to tell her together?
No, it's... it's better if I do it, I think.
I'm watching Jack go to air tonight at hers,
so I'll tell her after.
OK. I've got to go. I'll call you later.
What are these, mate? Scicluna's already agreed to the questions.
Yes. And we are going to surprise him.
Surprise him? OK. He's not going to like that.
And he is massive. Yes.
So whatever happens from here on out, I love you.
This is just a load of hyped-up gossip, damaging my reputation.
So you're denying regularly supplying cocaine to team members?
I deny that. Yeah.
So the footballers are lying, not you.
I'm not saying anyone's lying.
So why would they name you if you're not supplying it, mate?
I don't know, mate. You're going to have to ask them.
Well, maybe I will. Thank you, Jack.
A heated conversation about one of league's biggest...
All right, great job, everyone. Let's pack it up.
You changed the questions.
You screwed me over.
You better watch your back, mate. You and your whole stuck-up family.
Well, the staff reports say you've been a model prisoner,
but that you don't get along with the other women.
I'm not like them.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
I like people.
I've accepted my punishment.
But I can't join in any of the activities here.
They won't give me my food.
They won't talk to me.
Even the new inmates hate me.
Can I see what you're writing?
Do you feel reconciled to never having a child of your own?
I'll probably be in prison for the next 20 years.
What does that matter?
Your lawyer has requested you be transferred to a minimum
security facility, where there are women and children.
If you're asking if I plan to kidnap a child
in prison, that's absurd.
How could I? Why would I?
What are you writing?
I'm healthy and I'm stable.
I'm remorseful. Write that down.
99.
Are you taking your medication?
Yes. Yeah, of course.
Yeah. And you switched the questions.
Mate, we got what we needed. Can you focus on that?
This story is going to win you an Atly award.
Yeah, if I survive the fallout.
Scicluna's got dodgy connections, mate. Yeah, relax,
they still award Atlys posthumously.
If this lands you the most prestigious journalism award
in the country, it is worth every bit of pain.
Oh, even death?
Sweet. All right, I got to run.
Come to ours for a roast dinner? Oh, no, I won't.
Turn down a Meghan roast? OK.
I hope she's hot. Do I know her? Yep. It's your sister-in-law.
Since when? Are you kidding me?
A while.
We met out one night and ended up partying.
Woke up the next day, "Oh - hello."
And again, it kept happening.
Started off casual. And now it's...
It's what? Yeah.
It's definitely going somewhere.
You sly little fox!
No, no, no. It's OK.
She's...
She's under my skin. Cheers to that, bro.
And before you say anything to Meghan,
can you wait till I give you the go ahead?
Because Grace wants to tell her first. OK?
Lips are sealed. All right.
See you later, brother.
See you, brother.
I'm worried if this podcaster approaches Mum
about Agatha, she'll talk.
You know what she's like.
You won't, though. Promise me.
What? Talk to the podcaster.
Of course not.
I'll warn Simon too - she'll probably go there next.
Is your phone broken. Huh?
Where is the swiping?
I need my vicarious sex life.
I actually haven't really been on.
I'm actually kind of seeing someone.
Hey! Lachie, Ben, what's going on?
She's doing it again, Mum.
And he's breaking it!
Lachie, please, just give him the spinner.
That's not fair.
I've told you I ordered another one online.
It'll be here in the letterbox very soon. When?
Soon. So give him this one.
And if he breaks it, it doesn't matter.
You've probably got to get them to bed.
So I'm going to...
I'm going to go. I'm going to see you tomorrow.
Wait. Love you guys, bye!
Grace, no! Tell me who you're seeing.
I'm going in.
Chase it...
Bye! See you.
Chase it. Down the hatch.
Fuck!
Dear Agatha,
my name is Lorelei Kelly, and you may have seen me in court.
I always wear a red jacket.
I'd like to ask if you could put me on your visitors list to talk
to you about my podcast.
I am sympathetic to your case,
and hopefully I can find an audience
that feels the same way.
Who did this?
If you think you can intimidate me, you picked the wrong person.
It wasn't me.
I'm not the only one in here who hates your guts.
There's nothing you can do to me that's worse than what's
already been done.
Are you looking for letters? Is that... Lachie.
Can you give this to your mum? Get back inside.
This is harassment. I'm putting something in your letterbox,
that's not illegal. You approached my son. Meghan.
I want your side of the story.
There's only one side of the story here.
A deranged woman kidnapped my baby and nearly killed him.
That's it. I happen to think that Agatha's also a victim.
Don't you have any empathy for her? You've heard about her life.
Why don't you try asking the mothers whose babies died
about empathy for Agatha?
I have. I'm a journalist.
Oh, my God. You are...
You're unbelievable.
We have been through enough without being exploited as well.
And if you really think that Agatha is the victim here,
then you are just as delusional as she is.
You don't have to get crazy, Meghan.
Oh, I'm crazy. No, no.
I am not the one that is staking out my house,
stalking my friends.
Get the fuck away from us.
Or I will not be responsible for what happens next.
Are you recording this?
I informed you in my letter I would be recording
all of our contacts.
You delete that right now. I did not give you permission.
I'll wait here until you're ready, Meghan.
Get away now!
I am warning you!
BUZZER
KNOCK
She needs an ultrasound. It's just a punch in the guts.
How bad can it be?
Pregnancy test. It's positive.
How?
It's a miracle.
I didn't mean to scare anyone.
I was just trying to do some interviews.
Yeah, well, maybe come back another day. Of course.
There you go. Thanks.
Can I get you anything?
I want to see my husband.
You're entitled to chat to a lawyer, but it's not possible
to see your husband.
Meghan.
Why don't you tell me everything?
It will be easier on you.
Meghan.
Unless you can convince me otherwise,
we will be charging you with murder.