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Something came for you
from the police.
It's uncollected property.
I didn't know if you'd want it back.
I want the Calleys to pay for what they did to me
and then I want to destroy them.
Simone, you told us that the characters and the world were fiction,
so we need to know how much of the story in 'One Night' is true.
I did the concerns notice.
I told Baris I didn't want to do it.
I had to, OK,
'cause there are things in that book
that only I could have known about,
things about the Calleys.
Bring the van around the side. I'll open up the gate.
You wrote that fuckin' book.
I'll end that fuckin' book
and you.
And I can tell you that I found her and met her.
What? I wrote 'One Night'.
Do you know how many people have told me
that they wrote 'One Night'?
Yeah, but I'm the one who actually wrote it.
And you're gonna be telling your friends you met me
because my name is gonna be all over it!
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Where were Trevor and Joey
while you were working in the bar?
Trevor was downstairs and Joey was with me,
except when he had to change the keg.
He went down too.
How long was Joey gone?
20 minutes, maybe.
But it was Joey who helped Tess
and made sure that she got a taxi.
Fuck.
You said that would be why
he took so long.
You said that after Tess and Simone left,
you worked until close
and stayed and cleaned up until 5:00.
You write lists on your arm?
Yes.
You and your drunken slag
nearly jeopardised the lot.
I told you they were coming tonight.
Where the fuck is Hat?
Oh, come on. You don't need her.
I'll... I'll meet you down there.
Just in case you don't.
Hat?
Have you ever known the Calley brothers to do
anything dodgy?
Dodgy?
Inappropriate sexual behaviour?
Well, they're blokes, aren't they?
And did you hear any discussions after hours relating to Tess
or any indication of any inappropriate sexual behaviour towards her?
Trevor was angry...
... about Tess being passed out, drunk,
down the back with that guy.
Did Trevor or Joey ask you to clean anything down there?
No. We just moved kegs.
That's a heavy job.
I only help with the empty ones.
A man with a van picks them up.
You're gonna bring Trevor in, right?
We will invite both brothers to come in for an interview.
'Invite'?
Your friend Tess is pursuing a rape allegation.
Unfortunately, there's not much reliable evidence.
Just because Tess and Simone were drunk
doesn't mean they are lying.
Well, if you can think of anything more concrete
that could help your friend...
- You have to talk to me. - I'm not not talking to you.
Well, it feels like it.
Just don't understand why you'd lie to me. It's not like you.
Well, maybe it is like me.
OK, well, it surprises me.
I mean, if you want to take legal action, that's your choice
but don't do it and say you're doing it for me,
because you're not.
I was trying to protect people
who don't want to be protected and now I'm not protected.
Well, don't say I can get this taken out of the public realm
if I say it's untrue,
because I am never gonna say it's untrue, Hat.
I know.
But, you know, I've thought about it
and the book is her version.
It's about her. It's something in her own mind,
so maybe I should try not to care so much
about what it says.
I care.
Yeah, I'm struggling to understand why you care.
Well, all those things that I said at the time,
they were so naive.
What's done is done. You were 19.
But you believe I've harmed you with what I said.
But here.
Here's what I said.
Take it.
What about drugs?
Somebody gave her drugs?
No.
Trafficking heroin.
I think.
At the pub.
I don't... I don't really know.
Well, you... you seem to know.
In some of the empty beer kegs.
The ones that get picked up?
"What do you remember?
How everyone in the pub worked off the books?
Dirty cash in hand pulled from a plastic bag locked in a safe.
You saw it, but didn't dare speak it out loud."
Come on, hurry up.
"The world was black and white.
You were either for him or against him
and she was against him."
"You would shove him down a dark hole
and shut the lid forever."
The police weren't gonna do anything,
so I thought if I gave them something else...
Oh, so now you think you're my saviour?
No.
What a fucking joke.
The police sent me my dress back.
It sat on a shelf for 20 years.
It didn't go to a lab.
The bag had never been unsealed.
They did nothing.
I'm so sorry, Tess.
Well, I knew there would never be any justice from the Calleys
that anyone else was gonna get for me.
I've always had to look after myself and I'll keep doing it.
What I refuse to accept is those men
walking around without a bit of remorse,
like they own the place.
I thought you weren't coming.
Um, I was going to work,
but now I have something else I need to do.
Hello?
Such a punisher.
My lawyer advised we do not speak.
Mon, look, I'm not trying to hurt you.
No, you're just trying to silence me like everybody else.
No, I'm trying to protect us.
By getting my book pulled from the shelves?
You made me seem like a drug-dealing accessory to rapists.
You're the one who worked there, not me.
Now Joey thinks that I wrote it.
No, he doesn't.
- He knows that I wrote it. - Oh, my gosh,
how can you look happy about that?
Because I'm sick of everybody thinking
that everybody else but me wrote it.
No, this is unwise, Mon. My God, this is very unwise.
No, I don't care what anyone else thinks.
If you'd just been honest about it in the first place,
let us read it,
publish a version of it under your own name.
You could've skirted under the radar.
Well, I want my name on it now. Are you happy?
No!
No, I don't... I don't know why I ever agreed in the first place.
I mean, what was the point?
Now I've lost everything anyway.
But if you come out now,
it's gonna be this big fuckin' deal.
It's gonna cause so much more publicity,
so much more scrutiny.
Yeah, well, maybe you should have thought about that
before you sued my publishers.
I'm not talking about me, Mon. I'm talking about Trevor.
What if he recognises himself?
He flunked out of your mum's English class.
He dropped out of school at 15.
He can barely string two sentences together.
Mon, what if Joey's already told him?
OK, so even though they were arseholes that raped our friend,
I'm meant to be protecting them
from a portrayal of themselves as rapist arseholes?
God, Joey needs to take some responsibility for that.
I feel like everyone's forgotten about it.
I haven't forgotten and I never will.
Mon,
you didn't see anyone rape anybody.
I saw enough.
Mon...
Here.
For you.
And for you.
- Mm! - Oh, my goodness.
Glad to have your dad back?
You know, when I was a kid,
if you didnae have someone in your family in prison,
it was a wee bit suspicious.
Her old man was so tough,
he used to nail people's feet to the floor if they didn't pay up.
Aye, he would.
Ah.
I missed your old square sausage, Mum.
I'm gonna make it for you every morning.
Boys, brekkie.
What's your favourite food, mate?
Good old spag jaffle.
Hey, cut from the same cloth.
Yeah, mine's, um...
Beans on toast.
You want beans on toast now?
Hey, sure, I'll have some beans, Mum.
The more beans, the merrier.
I thought you'd have more tattoos than that.
Oh...
I was young.
Yeah. Don't get into self-harm, mate.
Hmm.
I'm out of beans, I'm sorry.
Righto, Mum.
I want to, uh...
I'm gonna show you the ropes to the pub,
get back into it like my old man did for me
and we can run it together.
- Huh? - He surfs.
That's all he cares about, by the way.
He stands on his head out there on his board.
Oh, yeah, right.
Hey, sit down with us, mate.
Oh, I'm gonna head in to work.
This house doesn't pay for itself.
Nah, mate. Nah.
Yeah, my pub must be paying for it.
Oh, boys!
Hey, take Trev with you, Joe.
Let him have a go at the books.
Yeah, where are these famous books?
They're somewhere.
- Somewhere near fucking somewhere? - My books are fine.
We're clean now.
Squeaky, hey?
Still doesn't like sharing, does he, Mum?
Even when I fell on a sword for him.
Just gonna go for a surf.
Hey,
did Mum ever tell you about how Joe,
he used to walk up behind her
and lay his male member on her shoulder
when she was watching the telly?
Scared the shite out of me.
There it was, right in my periphery.
Hey. Ugly parrot.
It was you who did that.
Hey, Joe, wait up.
Hey, you've got to get along,
for Jase's sake,
'cause Joey's the only dad he's known, Trev.
Well, he's not taking my pub
and my son.
Oh, my God, Simone's not here.
- Don't worry about it. - Unbelievable.
Thank you, everybody, for coming in today to resolve this issue.
John.
Firstly, I'd like to state
that my client denies all liability
and is not making any admissions by meeting with you today.
This publication is a work of fiction
and the character listed in the concerns notice
is a work of imagination.
They have offered to amend
future editions of the publication.
What do you mean, "future editions"?
Um, "to remove the references of the character in question
having any knowledge of or involvement
in the importation of dangerous drugs
or any other limited but crucial roles
in an illegal drug operation."
No, I don't want any future editions.
I need all editions pulped.
They will not be pulping any books.
They've also agreed to a no-admission payment
to cover your legal costs
in exchange for a release from any future claims
against the publisher, their parent company and the author.
You really can't afford to fight a multinational corporation
without remortgaging your house
and maybe selling your children.
Just let it go, Hat. It's not worth your while.
Let it go.
So, we've agreed that these sections of the book
will be rewritten so the claimant is not identifiable.
Either they don't run a drug importation business
or the barmaid didn't know about it.
Both completely change the nature of the story.
The point is is that she was compromised
by the people in that pub.
All the characters were.
I think you're getting off lightly
just making a few small changes to the text.
OK, well, I'll tell you a change that I want.
I want my name on the book
and I won't accept anything without that.
That's not gonna happen.
- If you're not happy... - Why would I not be happy?
My book is a bestseller.
I can't walk down the street without seeing it
and Eden Murray is talking about it
because there's no-one else to speak for it.
As I was saying,
if you're not happy making these changes
before we go to print on the next edition,
Ruth here has offered to make those changes for you.
So, you'll make changes to my book?
It would be an honour.
I think the simplest solution,
given your very good point that it would change the story,
would be to remove the character altogether.
Just remove the friend that works in the bar?
OK, listen, um...
What if... What if the drug dealers had another sibling,
like a third brother, maybe?
Oh, yes!
Oh, and we could change the title of the book while we're at it.
We could call it 'The Third Brother'.
It's my book.
I'm not changing it
and I won't let any of you change it.
And I'm coming out as the author.
If you won't put my name on the book,
then I'll just tell the press.
Can't stop me.
Goodbye.
It's OK. It's OK.
Yeah, it wasn't too bad. I mean,
I got dumped a few times, but it wasn't as bad as the other day.
That's, um, Lily's mum.
Hey, what are you doing?
Tess!
You're back.
I thought I saw you...
... at the beach, but y-you disappeared
- before I could speak to you. - No,
you don't get to speak to me.
- Let me help. - No.
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... 223.
South Coast Regional Police.
Is Detective Clemens still working?
- Clemens? Retired. - Uh...
Look, I'm just wondering,
what does one do
when the person you gave a witness statement against
gets out of prison and returns to your town?
Have you testified against this person?
Well, he pled guilty, so I wasn't asked to testify,
but the evidence I gave Detective Clemens led to his arrest.
The number of anxious calls we get at 3:00 in the morning...
Everyone's convinced their testimony is the one...
No, I had high-quality intel
and my requests for his police files
have just been denied under public-interest immunity,
so you can understand I'm not feeling very protected.
But that's above my pay grade,
but if you're a source, someone will be in touch
to discuss ongoing security concerns prior to his release.
He has been released.
So, are you saying there are security concerns?
Can you give me the name of the person
you gave evidence against?
Thanks, mate.
Oh, my God.
How quickly can you do it?
You don't strike me as the type.
Well, I guess it shows you never can tell
who your clients might be.
- It's your money. - Yes.
I want you to do it, no matter what it costs.
Give your brother a wee job, Joe. Let him back in.
No fuckin' way.
Imagine him behind the bar,
eyeballing all the families coming in.
He is your family
and those polis took everything from him.
- You've got Bec, the kids, the house. - It's my house.
Bec and I worked our arses off for it.
I've barely seen my boys, I've worked that much,
and he thinks he can walk in here and take it all?
- All? - G'day, Mary.
Hey.
He's got nothing.
And that's all his own doing.
You give him a job or else.
Put that fuckin' thing down!
What's your problem?
You scared of some words?
You should be.
Hm.
Somebody's, what, calling you names on a page?
They've been calling you those fucking names for 20 years, mate.
Haven't they?
If it fuckin' upsets you, which is fuckin' clearly does,
then do something about it.
You don't just tell someone not to read a bloody book.
- Fuck off. - Yeah?
You can't fuckin' cover your rot
with a fuckin' paint job and some umbrellas.
Oh, I'm just messin' with ya, cunt.
"People don't say 'cunt' anymore, Dad."
"Well, I'm from Gotham City
and I say 'cunt', you cunt.
Now put yer fuckin' hand up. Hey! Defend yourself.
You gotta take it, become punch resistant."
Keep your fucking voice down, mate.
You think your customers
don't know what kind of fuckin' man you really are.
Oof, fuck!
- Hey! Hey! - He'd be proud of ya!
- Hey! - Hey!
- Going for a walk. - No.
- That'll do yer. - Go for a walk.
Brothers! Hey?
Look at you.
Come.
They denied my request for Trevor's police file
for the protection of... somebody.
Maybe it was there to protect you.
If you can't see it, maybe nobody can.
Well, the police make it seem like it's in the public interest
to keep it secret.
But to me, that means they're just protecting themselves.
- I mean, they're the police. - Trevor is walking free
and I have no idea if he knows what I said about him or not
and I've got no way of finding out.
- Just ask him. - Ah!
Ah, really? That's very funny, Mark. Thank you.
With these drug cases, isn't it like a, you know, a whole chain?
One person gets in a room and dobs on the next?
- Shh. - The whole...
But, frankly, you did.
But going out there and asking everyone, "Am I protected?"
You might as well be saying, "I dobbed on you."
Might as well go down to the pub
and tell Trevor, the way you're going about it.
Maybe we just take the kids to Mum's just in case.
You don't think Trevor Calley can find your mum's house?
Just lay low. Stop asking questions.
But you agree it seems like the cops are hiding something?
I don't like when you start sentences, "But you agree... '
OK, fine. Don't. You are free to not agree.
Look...
... you didn't tell me the truth for 20 years.
Simone didn't tell you about the book for years.
So we've pretty much established nobody around here tells the truth.
Why would the police?
Oh, God. Well,
if Trevor reads that book, I am fucked.
Kids, dinner.
What is this book?
Just some words, Ma.
Just a bit of fuckin' fun.
But they're nae true.
My boys don't treat women like that.
I taught you both better.
Aye, you did.
Joey fuckin' lacks that self-discipline, eh?
Always has.
Is that what this book's sayin'?
Or what you're sayin'?
You know what?
If you can get over the crude portrayal of Dad, oneself,
or the boring fuckin' female emotions,
it's highly instructive to a... a sensitive reader like myself.
It's like a game of find the snake in the fuckin' grass.
That's the way, that's the way! Get it!
Under-7 blue team, ready?!
Come on, keep pulling!
Have you read that Anonymous book?
No. Are you reading it?
We're reading it for our book group.
- Oh. - Whoever's written it has done quite a good job.
But...
But I hate the implication that you were working for drug barons.
Look, it doesn't matter, Mum, 'cause
it's not about me.
But they did import those drugs, those brothers.
Yes.
What is your point?
Everybody's saying, "She must have known. She's not an idiot."
If you did know about it,
then I guess that makes me the idiot.
Mum, I...
Of... course I got a bad feeling about it at the time.
But, no, I didn't know.
I'm gonna go borrow some cling wrap.
- There you go, Charlie. Thanks. - Sweet. Thanks.
Have a good day, darl.
Don't get much in the way of baked goods in maxo.
How's life treated you, Hat?
Yeah, good. Um, the kids and... work.
All that.
- Is this sprog yours, then? - Yep.
Yep. Mine and my husband Mark's.
- Hey, fella. - Hi.
Hey!
You want a snake? Yeah?
- There you go! Hey! - OK.
OK, that's enough. Yep.
Jase came to visit me once.
He was about this old.
I missed the whole fuckin' thing.
You know his mum, Deb?
She OD'd while I was away.
Some people have no sense of self-preservation, do they?
I'm... I'm sorry.
Hey.
Mark, can you please take Raf back with you?
Yeah, come on, bud. Come on.
Oh! This is your bloke.
She gives a good massage, doesn't she?
Remember when you used to fancy the pants off Joey?
But he wanted Tess, didn't he?
He wanted her until he had her.
OK, I think, um, this conversation's over.
It's time to go, mate.
Yeah. No worries.
I'll fuck off, then.
Oh, my God.
The point is she is all of us and she knows it.
Because it was a deeply generous act
and it was a political act to be anonymous, you know?
It is like saying, "This is not about me. I have no name.
This is about you too."
The book belongs to the world now.
Mum?
Oh, shit!
- You can't do that. - Do what?
Come in here like that.
Well, I knocked, Hat.
It was unlocked.
Well...
I mean... it could startle people.
I've been doing a lot of thinking.
Years of thinking.
Oh.
Who do you think...
... sent me down?
I think you know.
Maybe it was those...
bikers you used to hang out with.
See, no matter...
what the situation, if someone dobs on you...
... you smoke 'em out.
Could it be you?
Oh, no!
Still so little...
... and tiny, Hat.
Your husband doesn't look after you, does he?
Yes, he does, actually. He takes really good care of me.
Not properly.
He's actually gonna be home any second.
It's the spitting image of you.
Isn't it?
- Hmm? - Hey, Trev.
I have kids.
Please get off me.
And why do you get to have your cosy life?
Huh? With your hubby and your kiddos?
And your view?
And I get nothing.
So you...
... you would shove me down a dark hole
and shut the lid forever?
If I find out that this was you...
... all your lives are gonna become miserable from now on.
As miserable as mine has been for years.
'Cause I'm not going anywhere.
When you've done enough running,
it's time to stand your ground.
But you might have to.
Oh!
I do worry about you, Hat.
You know, all that time that your Mark spends with that barista.
Mm.
- Hey. - Mark.
Oh, my God. I love you.
And I'm so sorry that I put us in this situation, but...
- What are you talking about? - You have to get the kids now
and you have to take them to your sister's in Sydney.
Hat, what's going on?
- Hat? - OK.
Hat, what's going on?
Hat?!
The power and love of the Holy Spirit
be with each and every one of you and those whom you love,
both now and forevermore.
- Amen. - Amen.
Amen.
Do you remember me?
Uh...
No?
I gave you information...
... that led to a drug bust.
Uh, sorry. That... that
would have been a... a long time ago.
Yeah. 2002.
He's been given an early release.
He came to my house
and threatened me and my children.
Trevor Calley.
Please help me.
The truth is you didn't technically inform on him
because we couldn't use
any of the information you provided to me.
What do you mean?
None of it?
Believe me, I wanted to, but...
Sometimes there's a conflict of interest and they spike it.
Whose conflict of interest?
Might have been Drug Squad, Organised Crime Squad.
I mean, one day it's there on the database, the next, it's off.
Basically, it's someone upstairs
telling you to stand down.
And then they redact all the files?
Well, sometimes it's necessary
to protect people's lives. I mean,
producing those documents could
compromise police procedure.
So you dumped my statement?
They didn't need to use your intel
in their warrant application for the pub
and they didn't use it.
And you dumped the rape accusations along with it?
I didn't 'dump' any rape accusation.
You didn't pursue it with any diligence.
It's no big deal. Yeah, who cares?
It's a tough business and there wasn't enough evidence.
You didn't even send her clothes to the lab.
I did... I did everything that I could.
It was completely taken out of my hands.
So my life, my kids' lives are in danger.
Tess has had to suffer all these years, but you...
You and your friends,
you don't think people around here read, hmm?
How do you think I feel?
Being painted as the guy who just didn't give a shit
about a young girl's rape.
You know, I've had a lot of time to think about this too.
Why did Trevor go down and Joey didn't?
Why didn't you?
Ah, Baris.
Hi. Yes, I need to ask you one more favour, sorry.
Where does one go to request the application
on a historic search warrant?
It's the Oceanview pub, Coalcliff, New South Wales.
The last week of January to the first week of February 2002.
Ah, great.
Thank you. Bye.
Few more minutes and you can have your dinner, alright?
Trevor, Joey.
Park your bums and listen to me.
This concerns the both of youse.
It breaks my heart that you two
cannae find a way to make amends.
But if that is your position, then I need to decide mine.
Your position on what?
The future.
Stop talking in riddles, Ma.
What are you talking about?
I've had an offer.
What do you mean? What offer?
The pub.
Business, land, the lot.
What the fuck? I'm not fucking selling my pub.
Well, it's my pub.
I bought it for the pair of youse.
I mean, you could part ways amicably
and I wouldn't have to watch you fight
all my last dying days.
Why is this coming in now?
How the fuck should I know? 'Cause it has.
What you fucking do?
Some greasy bag of cash you got buried in the bush?
Got nothing to do with me, mate.
Who made the offer?
Harry...
Er... Ellis, he's called.
He's from Parramatta way.
Says he wants a sea change.
No.
Not interested.
You could buy another pub. Start afresh.
And what if we say no?
It's not up to you.
Or you could stay, Joe.
- But you'd have to buy me out my half. - Oh, fuck off!
Sounds like a celebration's in order, Mum.
That's... what you've been doing?
All this secretive sneaking around.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You've got to be fucking joking.
I'm... I'm not staying here.
It's one thing to come for a year, babe.
But I'm not living here,
down here in this misogynistic backwater and running a pub!
We're not gonna run a pub, Vic.
We're gonna buy it and then burn it to the fucking ground.
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