- Was Dad part Aboriginal? - Shh!
Whatever you thought you were doing by not telling me
was not your decision to make!
Every single day, I'm listening to a horror story
about a toxic mother and her daughter.
She's not your daughter! She's mine!
Rosa, wait! Rosa!
Pete McKirney's death - I... I'd like to make a statement.
Hey, what's this, then?
Mum found your .22, but I told her it was mine.
- Am I in trouble? - Oh, no, no.
Um... but you might not see a lot of it.
Mr Colby said that Patrick only got 50K from Bernice.
The bank manager said Sasha withdrew 100K
and if Bernice gave Patrick 50, like they're saying,
then where's the other 50?
This was always going to be a volatile situation.
Co-accused, different representation.
You want me to throw Patrick under the bus?
Patrick, I'm asking you to be patient.
We have a strategy, alright?
- Whoo! - Watch out!
- She's my mum.
I loved her a lot.
On July 19,
your mother discovered that you were pregnant
with Patrick Harrows's baby.
I can't do this. Meredith...
So she revealed to you the truth -
that he was your half-brother.
Stupid rollerblades.
It was an accident.
It doesn't matter how it happened.
All that matters now is that she's OK.
It wouldn't have happened at all if you didn't open your mouth!
God knows how much damage you've done, Claudia.
If anyone has done damage, it's you.
We bent over backwards
to do the right thing for you.
- And it was the right thing. - Are you fucking serious?
You have treated me like shit for 10 years.
How long are you gonna punish me for making a mistake?
I was four years older than Rosa is now.
How is she?
Fortunately, she'll be fine.
All of youse, go away! Leave me alone!
Let me help you. Yep.
OK.
So we start deliberations today.
Heaven knows how we're gonna get to any consensus.
- Skit! Go on, get! Go on!
Stop it! Stop it!
God, isn't it enough that you've made me as racist as you are?
Isn't it enough that you have lied to me my whole life?!
No!
My God, did you do that to Dad?!
No!
- Did you make him lie too? - No!
Did you make him ashamed of himself?!
- No! - Did you, Mum?! Just stop it!
- Hey! Hey, hey!
Stop it!
What the hell are you doing? Come on.
- Inside.
Do you affirm that the statement you've made
on record today is a true account?
Mm-hm. It...
Uh, yep.
Do you understand that you're being charged
with supplying illegal drugs,
providing false statements to police
and involuntary manslaughter
relating to your failure to assist Pete McKirney, causing...
..or contributing to his death?
We're not gonna be opposing bail and you'll be released today.
- Do you understand? - Yep.
Talking to a couple of blokes at the footy club
and, um, it sounds like
it's, um, a lot of drug-related charges.
- Drugs?
- You sure? - Yeah, yeah.
And something to do with Pete McKirney's death.
It sounds pretty serious.
Um, I tried to ring him, but, yeah, it went straight to voice.
A jury member has been disqualified
from completing his duty in this trial.
As the matter does not affect the case before this court,
we will proceed with 11 jurors,
which means that the onus is on you, the remaining jurors,
to come to a unanimous decision.
You must all agree on the verdict for each of the accused.
You will now hear final addresses.
The prosecution will go first, followed by the defence.
We've heard a lot of things
about Bernice Price in this trial.
We've heard her described as a bully.
A tyrant.
A racist.
But... even if true,
that is not an excuse for murder.
Sasha Price's mother kept her loveless and childless
into her middle age.
Now, the court has heard evidence
that the co-accused are related by blood.
But this does not change the underlying motive
for the murder of Bernice Price.
It contributes to the motive established by the State
as it proves they shared a shameful secret
which would be buried along with Mrs Price,
the only other person who knew of their blood relationship.
On 19 July at 3:26pm,
Patrick Harrows and Sasha Price confronted the victim
with a rifle belonging to Mr Harrows.
Now, we cannot be sure which of the two accused wielded a weapon
causing a blow to the back of the victim's skull,
but we can be sure that they colluded to kill her,
then worked together to throw Mrs Price's unconscious body
into the well where she died,
betrayed by her own two children.
The accused then concocted an alibi to cover their crimes.
Sasha?
Come on.
You can talk now.
Just talk to me.
What is there to say, Patrick?!
What do you want to talk about?!
You fucking trying to screw me, didn't you?
Because I was trying to put our child first!
If that's what you wanted to do,
then you never should have had it in the first place.
He's not an 'it'.
He's our son.
Please don't make the mistake
that we tend to make
when we put a woman on trial in this great nation of ours
of judging her not on the facts.
A woman cannot be guilty of murder
simply because, uh, she doesn't fit the preconceptions
of how we feel a woman should behave.
The fact that my client did not terminate her pregnancy
speaks to her compassionate nature.
Sasha Price is a person for whom life is too precious
to extinguish.
When Sasha called the ambulance that night...
Mum's fallen in the well!
she believed that her mother had died
in a tragic accident, and all through this trial,
she has continued to believe that
and that's because Sasha is a person
who likes to see the good in people.
The same cannot be said
of the accused, Patrick Harrows,
who had been exiled from Airly Downs,
who had been unemployed for many months
and was now in grave debt.
The day of Bernice Price's death,
Bernice went out to meet Patrick to pay him - she paid him...
You're leaving town.
to leave the district.
Now, this was a rejection
that would have been profoundly sharpened
by the fact that his own mother,
who had abandoned him at birth,
was now rejecting him for a second time.
While my client was waiting patiently at Point Falls,
Patrick Harrows,
who had everything to gain
from Bernice Price's death,
went alone to Airly Downs...
..and killed her.
The testimony of witnesses has shown
that there are many possibilities
that could account for the death of Bernice Price.
It is very plausible that Mrs Price succumbed
to that most common cause of deaths on farms,
a simple accident...
..as a result of her condition
that caused dizzy spells, falling and fainting.
The court has heard that the well-digger
returned and tampered with the electrics after her death.
- You're fucked in the head!
And then there is a neighbour...
Oh, my baby!
enraged and vengeful
for the slaughter of her beloved dog.
She admits to having been on the property
during the window of the time in which Mrs Price was killed.
And there is, of course, the pig shooter to consider.
Get off my fuckin' property!
But above all, of course, there is Sasha Price herself...
..who had a sudden change of mind
about the time of her meeting with my client.
Sasha Price was the first to find her mother's body,
she was a direct beneficiary of the will
and she was a woman who had much to lose
if her mother stayed alive.
She stood to lose her relationship,
her baby
and her lifelong home.
She had the means and the motive and the physical strength...
- This is my party trick.
..to drag her to the well and dump her all of her own.
Now, as for my client,
there's no eyewitness,
there was no forensic evidence,
there was no motive
and there was no one thing for him to gain.
I need you to remember also
the principle of reasonable doubt.
It's a very high bar, indeed.
"He might have done it" isn't good enough.
You might think, "He probably did it."
That is not good enough.
Positive proof is the only thing that counts.
The only thing.
I thank you all.
OK, so Liam Bevan fixed the light after,
so we know for sure that Sasha wasn't lying
about it being dark.
But what about this medication that Bernice wasn't taking?
Hmm.
Do you think that would made her dizzy enough
to fall into the well?
Yeah, and when an elderly person starts falling,
which she had, they fall more.
Would she fall head first, though?
People fall in whichever direction they're leaning.
So if she was looking into that well, then yes.
But there's a big difference between an auger
and a pipe in the well.
Who still believes it could have been an accident?
- No.
- Not from my end. - No.
So, since it's unanimous,
I think we can rule out accident for now
and let's talk about murder.
Um, what about the, um, the well-digger, Liam Bevan?
Just because he snuck out to fix the light
doesn't mean he killed her.
Agreed, the guy is desperate
but not dumb enough to kill someone for 100K.
Hmm, now, I'm positive
the neighbour had nothing to do with it,
even though she was there on the day.
But the pig shooter, OK, he's a dick!
Hmm! Kills animals with no compunction.
Doesn't make sense.
Bernie's holding the gun on him, right?
Mmm.
He's not gonna put down his gun,
whack her on the nut
and then chuck her down the well, is he?
He'd just shoot her and say it was self-defence.
- Yep. - Yeah, I agree. For sure.
Oh, you should all remain together
in the room if possible.
Yes, sorry, I just need to make a phone call.
It's a family emergency.
But also...
- Mmm. OK. Yep. - Thank you.
remember she was badmouthing him around town
and his reputation was at stake.
OK, uh, can you please tell someone
to message me when she's been discharged, please?
OK, great. Thanks.
Family emergency?
- Mm-hm. - Is it Rosa?
Yeah. Um... she overheard Mum and me arguing.
She, um... heard the truth
and she took off on her rollerblades
and got hit by a car.
- Oh, my God! - No, no, she's OK.
She's fine. It's, um...
Hmm, it's just a mild concussion and a broken arm,
but she's good.
She's, um... fine...
..physically.
But I went to the hospital this morning but she doesn't...
..wanna believe that I'm her mum.
So... I just know my parents are gonna poison her against me
and, um...
Break the narrative.
You have to go in... bold,
proud,
and let Rosa know that you're not ashamed of yourself.
Or of her.
Rana.
Uh, I heard the jury's out.
I think Sasha was due today in court.
I need to ask what happens to the baby
if Sasha doesn't get out.
If no-one in the family wants him,
he'll go into the foster system with possible adoption.
That's his future.
Well, there's no proof that Patrick was even there.
Only proof that she was.
That's what they're saying is unreasonable, yeah?
It's a reasonable doubt.
If it wasn't the pig shooter's ute there
when the neighbour showed up, it had to be Sasha's.
Yeah, agreed. Yeah.
Does anyone really believe that she could've got her
into the well on her own, though?
- No. 100%. - Even with the calf thing.
Well, yeah, but country chicks are strong as fuck, though.
I'm stuck on that. I am stuck on that.
Sasha could've done it to protect her baby,
that's motive, but like her lawyer said,
we can't convict her for the wrong reason.
The will is the key.
Now we know it's incestuous,
that whole story about changing it for the grandkid,
it's a load of bullshit.
Yeah, well, Patrick had a right to the will as well.
I don't think Sasha wanted a will.
He could've contested the will.
What is the solid evidence? It's a scenario.
It's not fact, is it?
Did Patrick want the money?
We don't know how long it's gonna take,
but my experience tells me that the wait is always better
with a good roast beef sandwich.
Yeah, Sasha's got class and money on her side.
But you have me.
I should've bolted when she paid me off.
Sasha had her hair done
and made an appointment for her mother,
which is incredibly cold-blooded
if she just murdered her.
The police officer did say she was distraught
when he arrived at the scene.
Just after she conveniently set fire
to the possible murder weapon.
Unproven.
There was a brand-new auger
and the burn pit was supposed to be lit that day.
She found out
her mother had paid her boyfriend to leave town.
I think that's a big motive.
I thought we had an arrangement!
What do you mean, "an arrangement"?
Do we believe a normal woman could be that calculating?
But what is normal for a pregnant woman?
There is no normal,
especially with a mother who doesn't approve.
You can't have the baby.
She kept a baby she knew
was fathered by her half-brother.
Does that sound like something a normal woman would do?
Mr Colby said she didn't find out they were half-siblings
until after she was pregnant,
so there was nothing normal about it already.
- I don't care. - Sasha...
I know. I don't care.
If she was truly in love
and thought that Patrick was her last chance
and she's over 40, maybe that trumps incest.
- We're in love. - Didn't you hear what I said?
Don't be a fucking idiot!
It'd be normal
to just get rid of the baby - it's just a fact.
I don't necessarily think so.
There's a whole lot of research about
people who don't know they're related and end up together.
- Really? - Yeah.
We're innately attracted to our own gene pool.
Genetic sexual attraction.
Patrick had an unlicensed gun hidden in his room. Why?
Unregistered. Unregistered gun, unlicensed shooter.
Oh, come on, Ian, you know what I meant. Why hide it?
If it was murder,
he'd know that the cops would turn up
and search the motel.
It's too naive to just hide it under a mattress.
Are you saying that he wasn't expecting cops
because he's not the one that killed her?
It doesn't make emotional sense
for a boy brought up
in foster care to kill his mother
when he finally meets her.
Well, except for the fact he was shagging his sister.
Finding out something that changes your whole world view
is a massive shock.
You feel a sense of betrayal.
You do feel angry.
Even if it's too late.
Yeah?
Hi!
Uh... the jury are deliberating,
so, uh, I finally got some time to myself.
Uh... sorry. We're just about to go on the boat.
Oh, um... well, I can call you later.
I just wanted you to know that, um...
..I am planning to come to New Zealand,
um, and I... and I would just really love you
to give us a chance.
Uh... yeah, yeah. Yeah. I don't think that's going to work.
Dad, hurry up!
Yeah, I can't really talk about this just now.
OK, but I really do mean it.
I'm... Uh, I'll stop work.
I'll, uh... I'll put the time in.
Just, you know, whatever it takes,
well, I'm... I'll do it.
Chris?
OK. Yeah, well, we'll talk later.
You... you can't just walk away.
It's just... It's...
It's actually disrespectful to the... to the marriage.
Oh, really? Just one thing, Meredith.
Glass houses, Meredith. Glass houses.
Alright, everybody, listen up. Listen up. Let's focus.
It's been a long day.
We're all tired.
Now, it seems we feel all feel ready to vote on the verdicts
and be unanimous when we deliver our decisions.
- Agree? - Yeah, yeah.
- We all agree. - Yes.
Alright, let's start with Patrick.
Take one and pass it down.
So, um...
..unanimous decision,
do you think they'll be able to reach one?
Hmm, I think they'll work hard to come to a verdict,
uh, at least because the eyes of the town are on them.
Yeah.
A little birdie told me
that, uh, you're heading for the bench.
- Oh, stop that.
I'm really not a viable proposition for that at all.
Yeah, where was your modesty in court?
- Yeah.
Oh, sorry. Let me just...
Uh...
Everything alright?
I told Chris that I'd come to New Zealand
to at least try and talk, but, uh...
..he just got his lawyer to send a notice of separation, so...
..well, conversation over, apparently.
Stings a bit. Hmm.
Yeah.
Well...
..for those who are used to winning, losing is...
It always stings.
Thanks.
I wanted to tell you in person,
but I just... I can't wait a second longer.
Um... I'm pregnant.
You're gonna be a dad again.
Listen, call me back, alright?
I thought we had an arrangement!
Things have changed.
What do you mean, "an arrangement"?
I paid him to leave town and he took the money.
It's before I knew about the baby.
You owed me that money, right?
Sasha's pregnant. I'm not going anywhere.
We're having a baby.
We're gonna be a family. We're gonna get married.
No, you're not.
Why can't you just accept it and be happy for us?
You're gonna be a grandma!
You can't have the baby!
What?
I ran off with a farmhand.
Young and stupid, we were.
We didn't get far.
- My parents chased us down. - What?
And I was left pregnant, wasn't I?
I spent the next six months in Bells Hill,
a house for unwed mothers.
I left you in that place where you were born.
You were a mistake.
No, you would have... You would have told me this.
It was hushed up.
Never spoken of.
And then you bring him here 50 years later!
Out of all the men!
So you knew all along?
And you never fucking said anything!
I didn't know! I didn't!
Not till after your birthday.
And by then you were having sex
and I gave you a chance to leave town.
I didn't wanna tell you because I didn't want you to wear it
for the rest of your life, so you should have done what I said
and stayed the hell away and we wouldn't be here now!
So... you can't have that baby.
He's your half-brother.
Oh! Oh, God!
No!
I don't care. I don't care!
- Sasha! - We love each other!
Right? Right?
Didn't you just hear what I said?
Don't be a fucking idiot.
You don't get to talk to me like that anymore. No more! No! No!
You can't stop us. Ooh! What?
I'm not gonna stand here and let you raise a child of incest.
I'd rather put you down than see that.
What are you doing, Mum?
You're gonna shoot me, Mum?
Is that what you want?
Go on, then.
Do it!
Oh! Do it! Do it!
The sleepy town of Tunkwell is abuzz this morning
with anticipation of a verdict
in the Bernice Price murder trial.
Sasha Price is accused of murdering her mother,
along with her itinerant boyfriend Patrick Harrows
who, in a shocking twist in court,
has been revealed to be her half-brother
and the father of her child.
I will ask you to stand, please, Mr Foreman.
Members of the jury, have you agreed upon your verdict
for the charge of murder against Patrick Harrows?
Yes, we have, Your Honour.
How say you - guilty or not guilty?
Do it!
Oh! Do it! Go on!
We find Patrick Harrows
not guilty.
Quiet.
Members of the jury, have you agreed upon your verdict
for the charge of murder against Sasha Price?
Yes, Your Honour.
How do you find - guilty or not guilty?
She was gonna shoot you!
What did you do?! What did you do? What did you do?
I thought she was gonna fucking shoot you.
She's fucking alive.
Get an ambulance.
Sasha, get a fucking ambulance!
It's quicker if we drive her.
- I'll get it. - Hurry up. Get her fucking ute.
Bernie? Bernie!
We find Sasha Price...
- ..guilty.
Quiet in the court, please.
Order.
Quiet, please.
Sasha Price, you are to be remanded in custody
until sentencing, which will be at a later date to be arranged.
Patrick Harrows, you are free to go.
Court is adjourned.
Oh, congratulations. Well done.
Alex.
Patrick.
Please. This is not the time.
You have to take him.
Sorry.
- Patrick! Patrick!
Get back.
Excuse me. Thank you.
Patrick! Patrick!
Did you know she was your sister?
Well played.
For one giddy moment, I thought they both might walk.
Hmm, well,
the show pony was always going to get one.
I was just banking on it being Patrick.
Yeah.
So will I see you on the bench next year?
No, I don't think so.
It could be fun.
I've never fucked a judge before.
Hmm.
Oh, I have.
Oh, God.
Oh!
Fleur!
Fleur, please! I need to talk to you.
Fleur! Fleur, please!
What did you do?!
Sasha, get a fucking ambulance!
It's quicker if we drive her.
Hurry up. Get her fucking ute.
Hey, I gotta get the gun out of here.
It's not registered. I'll meet you at the hospital.
Alright? Yes?
Well, hang on.
I'll tell them that she fell and hit her head.
If you're there, there's just gonna be more questions, right?
I'll text you.
Hey.
What did they say? How is she?
Just give me a second.
I just feel... very nauseous.
You had your hair done?
Huh? Yeah.
Um, no, I had an appointment, so, um, so I kept it.
What did they say?
Oh. Thank you.
Um...
I didn't take her.
What do you mean, you didn't take her?
I didn't take her.
You didn't take her?
Where the fuck is she?
Wally!
Wally! Wal!
She just...
..fell down the well.
While we weren't there, she fell.
And now we get everything we wanted.
Hey, I love you. I love you so...
Fuck what she said.
We just forget it.
Can't forget it.
I can never forget it.
I can't even get the feeling of you off my skin
of what we've been fucking doing.
Don't say that. Don't fucking think like that.
This is not our fault.
How could we know?
You're my sister.
Oh, Jesus Christ, the kid's gonna come out wrong.
You understand that?
What just happened?
So she gave you $100,000
and you took it?
It was half that.
And I gave it to Kelly 'cause I owed it to her.
God, you... Was it only ever about the money for you?
Were you with me for the money?
My God. She warned me.
She said...
And I didn't... I didn't believe her.
I'm such an idiot!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, fuck.
Can you please tell me this is some kind of insane...
..insane joke, Sasha?
Stop talking, please. Just stop talking.
Patrick, where are you going?
- Where are you going?! - Are you taking the piss?
I'm going to the police station.
I'm gonna tell the police exactly what fucking happened.
No, you're fucking not! No, you're not gonna do that.
You just committed murder and making me a fucking murderer.
Get the fuck off me! Have you got any idea...
Any idea what it's like in jail? No, you don't.
No, you don't! You fucking don't!
20 years. I'm not fucking putting up with that shit.
You get rid of it, alright?! You don't fucking touch me.
- Be smart, you fucking idiot. - What?
You do that, they're gonna blame you!
You fucking hit her.
So you did it.
- You fucking turd. You win. - Oh, you... you...
You see what I can do?
I can tell them that you killed her
and you threw her down the well to save your skin,
because you hit her, Patrick,
and they're gonna find that out.
Don't do this.
Please don't do...
My mother is dead!
It's our mother.
- She's my mother too. - I know.
Oh, Jesus Christ, I can't take it back! I...
I was only... I was only ever thinking about you
and me and the baby.
I did it for us.
She fell down the well.
We were at the waterfall together and she fell.
Fuck off!
Oh, my learned friend, there you are.
We had a victory. Yes, we did.
Sit down.
Sit.
Look at you and your new tricks.
Good boy. Come on.
♪Disarm you with a smile
♪And cut you like you want me to
♪Cut that little child
♪Inside of me and such a part of you
♪Ooh-ooh, the years burn
♪I used to be a little boy
♪So old in my shoes
♪And what I choose is my choice
♪What's a boy supposed to do?
♪The killer in me is the killer in you
♪My love... ♪
♪I send this smile over to you... ♪
♪Disarm you with a smile
♪And leave you like they left me here
♪To wither in denial
♪The bitterness of one who's left alone
♪Ooh-ooh, the years burn
♪Burn, burn
♪Ohhhh
♪I used to be a little boy
♪So old in my shoes
♪What I choose is my voice
♪What's a boy supposed to do?
♪The killer in me is the killer in you
♪My love
♪I send this smile over to you
♪The killer in me is the killer in you
♪Send this smile over to you
♪The killer in me is the killer in you
♪Send this smile over to you
♪The killer in me is the killer in you. ♪