(mysterious music)
(children chattering)
(upbeat music)
♪ Woman you want me, give me a sign ♪
♪ And catch my breathing even closer behind ♪
♪ Do do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do ♪
♪ In touch with the ground ♪
♪ I'm on the hunt, I'm after you ♪
♪ Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd ♪
- [Joe] Morning.
- [Sam] I'm going to the zoo today.
- Oh, yeah?
Been there already though, haven't you?
- Yes, twice.
You can take money today, if you want.
- Really? I didn't see that.
Just says you can bring lunch, water, and sunscreen.
- Miss Reynolds said you can bring money
to buy something from the shop.
- [Anna] Nice try, bugalugs.
- Hey.
Oh, when are you leaving?
- [Anna] This afternoon.
- [Joe] Okay.
- I'll drive straight to the airport from work.
If you need anything, just call Mum.
- Boys weekend.
- Yes.
(blender whirring)
(Sam laughs)
The one with the cheese in the crust.
There's a number for it on the TV.
No pineapple.
- All right, well, you get me that number, okay?
- [Sam] Yep.
(door clacks)
- You're late.
- What's with you?
- [Mitch] Nothing.
- [Sam] Hi, Mitch.
- Hey, Sam.
So what do you think of my suggestion?
Don Sheere is filthy rich and will get us over the line.
- No. - He's perfect,
and you know it.
The only way this deal is gonna go through
is if we have someone like Don Sheere on the board,
and that'll be all we need.
We can waste our time finding four or five other investors,
and we might still come up short.
If we've got Don Sheere, then we've got a done deal.
- Yeah, all right. I suppose it's worth a shot.
(hands slapping)
- This is good.
- It is illegal.
- It's Don Sheere.
(children chattering)
- Okay, Sammy, be a good little man.
I'll be back here at 3:15 to pick you up, okay?
- [Sam] Thanks, Dad.
Bye, Mitch.
- See you, mate.
- [Joe] See you, buddy.
- [Gorman] Bisson Health.
- Bisson Health is ready to buy up
all the under-performing private hospitals
before the managed care bill goes through the Senate.
- Good. - We have our politician
who's ready to cross the floor with the managed care bill
because he wants to retire comfortably.
- Which I don't need to know about and never will.
- Now what we don't have is a strong blue chip investor
who's gonna lead the charge into the hospitals.
- Yes.
You need a whale in the bay.
- Donald Sheere.
- Oh, he could work. How do you get to him?
- I did some work for his wife a while back.
Some family trusts that I sorted for her.
- How long have you got before this bill gets passed?
- Not long.
Just wanted to run it past you first.
If we get Sheere buying stock, you'll underwrite?
- Well, it's big, even with Sheere.
It's so-
- 110%.
- [Gorman] You've crossed all your Ts, dotted all your Is?
- Well, that's what my autistic numbers genius friend
out there does, and I've never seen him so sure of himself.
- Well, you'd better be, because if I underwrite
and Sheere drops out, you're finished.
- [Joe] Ula.
- [Ula] I can't get an appointment with Sheere.
- Bullshit.
- Messages.
Mrs. Jeffries.
Please call her.
Your son's school.
The excursion is late, so pick up at 4:15.
- Hmm?
What time's the partners meeting?
- Four.
- Right. - Oh.
- Maybe you could pick him up, eh?
- [Ula] No, that is not my job.
Do you want some sleeves for those?
- No. - I'll get you some.
My Don Sheere research.
(tone ringing) Wife's on the board
of the National Art Gallery and State Theatre.
- Wikipedia.
- For the partners meeting.
- No.
- [Mitch] We're fine.
- You're gonna have to deliver the report, sorry.
- What?
No, no, no, I don't do any of that standing up
and talking stuff. - I've gotta pick up
Sam at four.
- [Mitch] Why can't he walk?
- It's easy, client by client.
I'll just give you a sentence to sum each one up
and you just show them the charts.
Easy.
- And if they ask, then where are you?
- I've got a meeting with Don Sheere.
Hey, mate, I'm picking up my son.
He was at an excursion.
- Um, I'm aftercare.
Does he go to aftercare?
(Joe sighs)
- That's the office there, yeah?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
Hello?
Anybody here?
- Hi there.
- Hi, I'm picking up my son.
He was at the zoo excursion.
- Who's your son?
- Sam Marin. I'm Joe.
Joe Marin. - Ah, Sam's dad.
Nice to meet you.
Barbara Collins, principal. - Hi.
- So the bus arrived at 3:15 today, the bus from the zoo.
Normal pickup time.
- Okay, so where's Sam?
- Does he do aftercare?
- I don't know.
(Joe sighs)
(telephone beeps)
- Hi, Benny, Barbara here.
Have you got Sam Marin there?
Can you check for me?
Thank you.
All right, thanks.
He's not there today.
- Okay, I received a message from the school
that the bus was running late and to pick up Sam at 4:15,
and that came from here.
- Could Sam have gone home?
Is there some way you can check?
- He's seven years old.
He doesn't go home by himself.
He wouldn't even know where he lives.
(Joe sighs)
Kathleen, hi, it's me.
Yeah, hi, is Sam with you?
(Joe sighs)
No, no, no, it's fine.
I'll drop him home to you.
Okay, yeah, thanks.
Bye.
- [Barbara] Let's wait in the office.
You can make your calls from there.
Let's call your wife and some of the parents in his class.
(tone rings)
- Hey, Joe. - Okay, listen to me
very carefully.
Who did you speak to today?
Did you get a name?
- [Ula] Joe, what are you talking about?
- Sam's school.
You took a message.
Who did you speak to?
- I don't know.
I don't think they left a name.
- Well, was it a man's voice or a woman's?
- Okay.
Man's.
(Joe sighs) Yeah, def-
(cellphone clicks)
(cellphone thuds)
(Joe sighs)
(cellphone rings)
- Anna? - Joe, what's happening?
I just received a million texts.
- What? - The principal's already
called all his friends.
I'm ...
Where are you? Where's Sam?
- Anna, he wasn't here when I came
to pick him up at the school.
He wasn't here. - Yeah, that's not possible.
What are you doing? Where are you?
Are you even in the right place?
- I'm at the school.
Barbara's right here with me.
- Who's Barbara? (Joe sighs)
- The school principal.
- Mrs. Collins.
So where is he, Joe?
I don't understand. (tone beeping)
No, I've got another call.
I'll call you back.
(cellphone clicks) - Oh, fuck.
- That Anna?
- Yeah. - She on her way?
- Yeah.
- Joe, given that it's now been over two hours
since Sam left the school
and we haven't been able to locate him at a friend's house,
I have called the police and they are on the way.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck!
(Joe sighs)
(cellphone rings)
Yeah, hi, you got him?
- No, no, is he there?
- The police are on their way, Anna.
(Anna sighs)
Hey, listen to me. Are you okay to drive?
- Yes. - Okay, you need to come back
here straight away, okay?
Just come here to the school, right?
Drive slowly and carefully.
Just get here, okay?
Can you do that for me, please?
- Okay, can you just find him.
Find him, Joe.
- Okay, we're gonna find him. - Find him.
- We're gonna find him.
I promise you, we're gonna find him, okay?
All right?
Just get here.
Sam!
(Joe sighs)
Sam?!
Sam!
(dog barking)
Sam!
(siren wailing)
(police radio chattering)
(somber piano music)
Anna.
Anna, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what I've done.
I don't know where he is.
Somebody rang my office.
They said the excursion was running late,
for me to pick him up late.
- And who rang your office?
- I don't know. - And so what have you been
doing since then? - I've been looking for him!
I've been looking for him!
- Mr. and Mrs. Marin.
I'm Detective Staszic, this is Detective Threlfall.
- [Anna] You've found him?
- We've been talking to the traffic man, James Morgan.
- And? - Well, Mr. Morgan said
he saw Sam leave school this afternoon with a man.
Said Sam was happy and they were chatting quite happily.
Now this man, he had a dog.
- Is there anyone you know who might have picked Sam up?
Family member? Friend?
- I don't know. Family member?
Friend?
There's no one that we asked to do that.
Is that someone from your work?
Did you ask someone to do that?
- Hang on, no, no, I didn't.
This traffic guy, have you checked him out?
- I can assure you, we are doing everything.
- So Sam leaves school with a stranger,
no one says anything?
No one does anything?
- [Staszic] Now what was the arrangement
that you had made with Sam?
- Well, that Joe was gonna pick him up. Sam knew that.
He knew that his dad was gonna pick him up.
Sam would not leave with someone he doesn't know.
- No way.
- I'd like you both to make a list of anyone you know
who you think might have picked him up.
We'll move the investigation to the station
and you're welcome to join us there,
or you can wait at home.
- Wait?
I'm sorry, what are...
Wait for what?
We have a small child and it's dark.
- [Officer] Detective Staszic?
- We're doing everything we can.
- Who?
Who, Joe, who? Think.
A list. She wants us to make a list.
You have to think.
- Mr. and Mrs. Marin?
We've got something.
(gentle music)
- [Staszic] Remain in the car, please.
Sir, you will remain in the car.
- [Anna] Joe.
- Do you even know what this place is?
- [Anna] No, I don't.
- I swear, if anyone has laid
a finger on him- - Joe, just please,
don't even say that.
Oh, my god.
Sam, come here, baby. - Mum.
- Sam? - Hi.
- [Anna] Where have you been, baby?
- Sam, Sam, you okay? - Where have you been?
- You all right? - Yeah.
- Yeah, you're okay? - You sure?
- Yeah. - You sure?
(Anna sobs)
Oh, my god.
(Joe sighs)
- God, you gave us a scare.
- [Officer] I need to get you all down to the station.
This way.
- [Sam] Stop looking at me.
- I can't. You're just so gorgeous.
- [Sam] Mum.
- [Anna] Oh.
- Nanna. - Oh, Sam.
Thank goodness.
What a scare you gave us all.
Hello.
Hello, hello, hello, hello.
(Kathleen laughs) - Hi, Kathleen.
- Hello. - Hi, Mum.
- Well.
(Kathleen sighs)
What a shame about your conference.
You were so keen to get away.
- [Officer] Excuse me.
The detective can see you now.
(door beeps) (door clacks)
- Sorry to keep you waiting.
So, haven't got the full medical report,
but it appears Sam's okay.
- [Anna] Oh, thank God.
- Sam was picked up from school today by Simon Heywood.
He claims to know you, that he's a family friend
and that he was given permission
to pick Sam up from school today.
- Sorry, Simon who?
We don't know anyone named Simon.
- No, I know...
I know a Simon Heywood.
I went to university with Simon.
He was...
Simon was my boyfriend for three years.
- What? That fucking loser?
What the hell?! - I don't know, Joe.
I don't know. I haven't seen him for 10 years.
- Why is he picking up Sam from school?
- I don't know.
- Mrs. Marin, you say you haven't seen him for 10 years?
- Um, I haven't seen Simon in a long time.
- You said 10 years, so less than that or more?
- Well, if you want me to be precise,
then I'd have to think about it.
So, for now, I guess for a long time.
- Are you in contact with Simon Heywood
through Facebook or other social media?
- [Anna] No, I'm not.
- Do you have his phone number in your phone?
- [Anna] No, I don't.
- Do you have any idea why Simon Heywood
would pick up Sam from school today?
- [Anna] No, I don't.
- [Staszic] Have you ever met Simon Heywood?
- No, but I'd like to, if you could arrange that for me.
(Anna sighs)
- Mr. Marin, if you could go with my colleague here,
and he'll take your statement.
Mrs. Marin can stay here with me.
- It's okay. - Do either of you have
any plans to leave the country in the next few months?
- No. - No.
- [Staszic] Good.
(door beeps) (door clacks)
(Joe sighs)
- Excuse me.
Do you have some change for the machine?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.
(coins jingling) - There you go.
- Oh, perfect.
Thank you.
There you go.
- No, you're right.
(machine beeping)
(coins rattling)
(can clatters)
(door beeps) (door clacks)
- [May] Anna?
- Mr. and Mrs. Marin?
Come this way, please.
- [Sam] Can I come?
- [Joe] Who are the oldies?
- Simon's parents.
- What, he's here? - I don't know, Joe.
(door thuds) (door beeps)
- [Staszic] He can't see you.
Do either of you know this person?
- [Joe] No.
- [Anna] Yes.
- [Staszic] Can you tell me his name?
- Simon.
Simon Heywood.
- [Staszic] Thanks.
- [Joe] What did he say?
Why'd he take him?
- [Staszic] We don't know that yet, sir.
There is someone else I'd like to see if you can identify.
- [Joe] What, there was two of them?
- [Staszic] A woman was with him.
So, either of you recognize this person?
Have you ever seen her before?
Take your time.
- No, don't know her.
- I don't know her.
Is she his girlfriend?
- Thanks, folks.
You're free to go home.
Get some rest.
I know this afternoon was pretty terrible for you both,
but the outcome, we couldn't have hoped for better.
- Yeah, thanks for everything.
- Thank you.
- I'll be in touch.
(water rumbling)
(water splashing)
(Joe panting)
(Joe sighs)
- Hey, come to bed.
- No.
I'll sleep here.
(engine rumbles)
(birds chirping)
It's in the papers.
- What?
Why?
Well, how is this even
make the papers? - I don't know, the police?
- "Frightened school boy, son of prominent stockbroker Joe-
- Look, I don't want Sam seeing any of this.
- Yeah, well, his friends are gonna find out.
Okay, I'm gonna ask you one question and I want one answer.
Have you been in contact with this guy?
- Why would I lie?
- In the last seven years, since Sam, have you seen him?
- God, Joe, I swear to you I have no idea what's going on.
- Has he ever met Sam?
Before yesterday? - No, he hasn't.
- Why would he take my son?! - I don't know!
- Did he say anything?
Sam, did he say anything?
- Yeah, he said that he...
He said that he was watching TV
and he had some chocolate milk.
That's all he told me.
(Joe sighs)
(both sighing)
- Sorry.
- Joe, no. Mum will walk in.
Mum will walk in.
Mum will walk in any minute.
- [Joe] So what show were you watching on the TV?
- [Sam] Cartoons.
- [Joe] Yeah, that's it? Nothing else?
- [Sam] Nope.
- There was a woman there too, wasn't there, hey?
Did she tell you what her name was?
- No.
- Hey, I'm talking to you.
She didn't tell you her name?
- No.
- What was she doing?
- She gave me a sandwich.
(Joe sighs)
- Mate, you know that you're not supposed
to go off with strangers.
What were you thinking?
Oh, you've gotta be kidding.
- [Reporter] There they are.
- [Reporter] Go, go, go.
- [Joe] Sam, take off your seatbelt
and slide down to the floor now, please.
- Joe? - Joe, do you have a minute?
- Can we get a few minutes? - Joe.
- [Reporter] Joe Marin.
- [Reporter] Joe, Joe.
- There they are. - When did Simon Heywood
last see your wife?
- [Reporter] Can we get a few words, please?
- [Joe] Come on.
(door whirring)
(cellphone ringing)
Promised Sam I'd take him to school tomorrow.
- Great.
(Joe sighs)
- Did you miss anything this weekend?
- What?
- Conference. It seemed like it was important to you.
- Sure I'll survive.
Okay, I'm going to bed.
- Okay. Night.
- [Newscaster] Details have emerged that the man in custody
for the alleged kidnapping of a Brighton schoolboy
was in a relationship with the boy's mother for three years
while they attended university.
It's unknown whether Mr. Heywood
and the boy's mother had been in contact in recent times.
Reports have surfaced that a woman was also involved
in the alleged abduction.
She was seen leaving St. Kilda Police Station
in the early hours of Saturday morning.
- Well, as I say, I'm not in a position to discuss
an ongoing investigation.
The most important thing is that
the little boy is home, he's safe, he's-
(television clicks)
(Joe sighs)
(mysterious music)
- [Voicemail] You have six new voice messages.
Message received at 7:33 p.m.
- [Staszic] Mr. Marin, this is Detective Staszic.
I've got a few more questions I need to ask you.
(tone ringing)
- [Angelique] Hey, you've called Angelique.
If you'd like to make a booking,
leave a message and I'll get back to you.
(tone beeps)
- [Ula] Hey.
There you go.
- Thanks.
- So I have to go to the police station,
give my statement this morning.
- What?
- Well, I took the call, remember?
From the guy? That was me.
So the police need my statement.
Can I use, like, some cab charges?
I mean, it's definitely work-related.
- [Mitch] Go and ask Jeannie about them.
- [Ula] Uh-huh.
- Is this mine? - Yeah.
Gorman wants to see you, he said when you're ready.
Call Detective Staszic, and these ones are from last week.
From Friday.
- Thanks.
- Have you contacted Sheere?
- Yes, mate, it's happening today.
- Gotta happen. The clock's ticking.
- Yes, Mitch.
My son was just taken by a potential pedophile, okay?
I'm slightly off my game.
- Saw your name in the papers.
That was a nice shot of you and Anna too.
It was very glamorous.
- Yeah?
- Don Sheere reads the papers.
If he didn't know who you were a few days ago,
he would today.
Yes.
(soft knocking)
(Gorman sighs)
- Jesus, what a world.
You all right?
Is Sam all right?
- All good.
Honestly, we're fine.
- Well, I hope they crucify the guy.
He won't stand a chance in prison.
Ula.
Fresh pot.
You need some time off?
- No.
- Well, if there's anything myself
or the firm can do, please...
- Thanks, I appreciate it.
(telephone beeping)
- Oh, and please send my love to Anna, hmm?
(telephone beeps) Hello?
Yes, hi, I wondered if you could...
- [Man] Hey, Joe.
Hope everything's okay.
Janey and I were thinking about you on the weekend.
Let us know if there's anything we can do.
- Okay, I'm done.
I'm out of here.
I'll be on the phone if you need me.
I'm gonna get Don Sheere, okay?
I'll get him.
(tone ringing)
- [Angelique] You've called Angelique.
If you'd like to make a booking,
leave a message and I'll get back to you.
(tone beeps)
(cellphone ringing)
- Hello? Joe Marin.
- [Daphne] Hello, Mr. Marin.
I'm Daphne Bryce, Mr. Sheere's secretary.
- Oh, hello.
Thanks for getting back to me.
- [Daphne] No trouble.
I hope this isn't a bad time.
I wasn't sure if you'd be at work today
after the events of last week.
Mr. Sheere asked me to pass on
his best wishes to you and your family.
- Please thank him.
- [Daphne] Mr. Sheere is hosting
a charity art show at his home,
and Mr. and Mrs. Sheere would like to invite you
and your wife to attend.
There would be an opportunity for you
to speak to Mr. Sheere, of course.
- Yes, of course.
Yes, thank you very much.
- [Daphne] I'll send the invitation
and details to your office.
Thank you, Mr. Marin.
Take care.
- All snacks from blue-lidded container in fridge.
- That? - Ah.
- Ugh. (Kathleen chuckles)
- Homework, 30 minutes.
Home reader, 20 minutes.
- Anybody outside today? Press?
- Couple.
We came in the back, no trouble.
- How was school, little man?
- Good.
- Go wash your hands. - My hands aren't dirty.
- I need to have a word with your dad,
you know, without big ears flapping.
Go wash up. Come on.
Scoot.
Police came by this afternoon
just after I got back with Sam.
- And?
- Detective someone or other.
She wants you to give her a call.
(Joe sighs)
- So essentially, you're taking the management
of people's health out of the hands of their doctors,
and putting it into the hands of hedge fund managers?
- Well, just the administration side of it.
Let doctors focus more on their patients.
They don't really care about the numbers.
- No, 'cause they care about their patients.
Sounds awful.
(Anna sighs)
What would happen to Roger?
- Roger would be just fine.
- Why?
- 'Cause I can take care of him.
- Because you have money?
Roger could come here and live with us, couldn't he?
- My brother requires round the clock care.
Who's gonna take care of that, princess?
You?
Hey, you gonna get up in the middle of the night
and wipe his ass?
- If I had to, I would.
(mellow jazz music)
(people chattering)
Do you know anyone here?
- No.
Nope, just looking for Sheere.
- [Izzy] Hello.
You two glamor pusses. - Hey, Mrs. Sheere.
How are you?
- Mwah, mwah. - Great to see you.
This is my wife Anna.
Mrs. Sheere. - Izzy will do.
It's lovely to meet you.
- And you too. Thank you for the invitation.
- How are you both going?
What a dreadful business.
- It was, thank you.
- And you're both so lovely.
Is your little boy all right?
- Yeah, we think he is.
We're just trying- - I mean, there was a time
when children could walk the streets safely.
That is a loss.
Anyway, enjoy the night.
You look fabulous. - Thank you.
- That's Mrs. Donald Sheere.
Joe, I think we're here as a novelty item.
- Yeah.
Let's just find this guy, huh?
- Why don't you find him
and I'll pretend to be interested in the art.
Can you not leave me alone for too long?
- Okay.
Sure you don't want to meet Don Sheere?
- Oh, God no.
- I'll see you in a bit.
(television chattering)
(soft knocking)
- You lost?
Party's that way, loo's that way.
- Actually, sir, I'm here to see you.
Joe Marin. I work for Gorman Potter.
Did some work for your wife a while back.
- Oh.
Yeah.
You were just on the news.
Your kid.
You dodged a bullet.
- A gun assumes you can see it pointing at you,
that there's something to dodge.
This was more like a lightning bolt.
- So what can I do for you?
- Business.
(Don chuckles)
- Well, put up a chair.
You got 10 minutes.
Till my game starts.
(upbeat music)
(Joe groans)
(both groaning)
- Okay, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
All right, so we speak to Gorman first thing tomorrow,
or should we send some stock options to Sheere first,
do the deal, and then talk to Gorman?
Yeah, let's get Sheere's name on some stocks,
and then send it as a done deal to Gorman, yeah?
All right, all right. Do you got his number?
I'll give him a call first...
No, you know what?
I'll compose an email now.
What?
(Joe sighs)
- No, it's all good. It's all good.
- No, what?
- It's nothing, it's just- - Come on.
What are we celebrating here?
I mean, you sent me a message,
you say "Bagged Sheere, come and have a drink, smiley face."
- It's nothing, it's just a box that we have to tick.
- What box?
(Joe sighs)
- Sheere wants to meet with the politician
who's crossing the floor.
Look, you are a magic man, all right?
You can do it.
I have full trust in you.
Full trust in you.
You just get Dodgy Polly to meet anywhere he...
Anywhere. Anywhere!
- Okay, all right, all right, but it's gotta be soon,
otherwise the whole thing falls over.
- Look at you! You're already onto it!
- All right, well, what do we say to Gorman?
- We tell him that we've got him.
We've got Sheere.
What's his saying?
Whale in the bay.
- Whale in the bay.
- No ripples. - No ripples.
- We've got him! - We got him!
- Okay, I'm gonna start the business of underwriting.
Legals will take a few days and in that time,
and before I sign off, I need to see Don Sheere's name
on some of the hospital stock, you understand?
I move ahead in readiness,
assuming that this is gonna happen,
because you have told me that it will.
- Excellent.
- [Mitch] Do you want me to get the contracts started?
- Great.
Go.
- This politician wants it as much as we do, right?
But nothing's gonna happen if he doesn't make this meeting.
You make sure that he understands that, right?
You put the pressure on him, okay?
No meeting, no deal.
No profit, okay?
- [Mitch] Shouldn't have told Gorman we had Sheere.
(Joe sighs)
- Three calls from Detective Staszic.
You'd better call her.
She is so annoying.
She said she's gonna come in here
if she doesn't hear from you today.
- Yep. - So just call her.
- Yep.
(Joe sighs)
- [Staszic] You're a hard man to get a hold of.
- Yeah, sorry, just work at the moment.
- Everyone's busy.
So, couple of things to go over with you.
- Yep.
How can I help you?
- The woman who was with Simon Heywood
on the night of Sam's disappearance was Angela Erbakan.
You know that name?
- No.
- You and Mrs. Marin saw her here when she was being held.
You didn't recognize her?
- That's right, yeah.
- She's also known as Angelique.
She's a a sex worker,
prostitute who works at Cavendish House, a brothel.
Ms. Erbakan claims to know you.
She claims you're one of her clients.
- What?
- You ever been to Cavendish House?
- Detective, I'm a married man.
- That's generally the client base.
Just answer the question, please.
(Joe sighs)
- Um...
Yeah.
Okay, yeah, I've been here.
(cellphone buzzes)
A client once gave my colleague and I a visit there
as a gift one time, for a job that we'd done for him.
- So just the once?
- I've been back a couple of times.
- And you don't recognize Angelique?
- Well, I don't really look at their faces much.
The name might ring a bell.
But they all use those silly porn star names, don't they?
- When you saw her here,
you said you'd never seen her before.
- Well, she doesn't look like that
when she's working, does she?
I mean, I honestly didn't recognize her.
I don't understand what does she have to do with Simon.
Was she in on this?
- Do you know where Angelique lives?
- What's she being charged with?
- She hasn't been charged with anything.
- I don't understand.
- Well, you're not the only one.
Your son gets picked up from school
by your wife's old boyfriend
and a prostitute who claims you as a regular client.
I'd like to go through your movements
in the days leading up to when Sam was taken.
I'd also like to- - Excuse me, Detective,
I'm not the one on trial here.
Okay? I've answered your questions.
Now, if you don't have a good reason to keep me,
I think I'd like to go home and call my lawyer.
- Cavendish House?
The whore house?
- Yeah.
- Have you been back there?
Do the press know about this?
- Don't know.
I mean, she hasn't actually been charged with anything,
so I don't know.
And if Anna finds out about this-
- Your marriage is the least of our concerns.
Don Sheere sees you as the glamorous victim
of a bunch of scumbags.
If he thinks that it's your frequenting a whore house,
that it's your own doing,
you're gonna get a bit of a fucking stink about you, Joe.
And then the whole deal with Sheere is gonna get
an even bigger stink- - Yeah, okay, I get it.
(gentle piano music)
This bed's too big.
- [Anna] Hmm?
(Joe sighs)
- Anna?
- [Anna] Mm?
- Let's go to Plan B.
- [Anna] What Plan B is that?
- New Zealand.
Tasmania.
Maybe try again for another baby.
- Oh, Joe.
(Anna sighs)
- [Joe] You could work on your book.
- Sure.
- [Mitch] The MP will meet with Sheere
at a secure location outside of the CBD,
in a hotel of his choosing,
and Don Sheere is only to be accompanied by you or me
and that date's to be set for sometime next week.
- Great.
Great, what a relief.
I'll let Sheere know to wait for a time.
- You all right?
- [Joe] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got to go.
- Where are you?
- Dentist.
Hey, Roger.
- Joe. Joe.
Sam?
- Yeah, it's Joe.
Just Joe.
Just me today.
No Sam this time.
What are you smiling at, hmm?
Hmm? What's so funny?
(Roger laughs)
What are you laughing at?
(Joe sighs)
Want to trade places for a week, hmm?
I'm in a lot of trouble, Roger dodger.
- Roger, Roger.
- Yep.
I don't know what to do, matey.
- Snickers?
(Joe sighs)
- Thank you.
(button clicking) (bell ringing)
- [Angela] Hello?
- What the fuck's going on?
(intercom clicks)
(button clicking) (bell ringing)
(loud thudding)
Come here now.
What are you doing?!
What are you doing with my son?!
- Listen, Joe. - You taking my fucking son?!
- Calm down. Calm down.
It's not what you think. - What do I think?!
- Look, Simon Heywood-
- How do you even know him?! - He lives here.
I'm his neighbor. His friend.
He's not a bad person. - Are you insane?
What the fuck were you doing
taking my fucking son?! - Please, just leave!
(loud thudding)
Someone's gonna call the cops.
- You're not gonna get away with this.
- [Kathleen] Swim, right.
- [Sam] When are my friends coming?
- [Anna] I don't know, Sammy.
- [Sam] Can we have the cake anyway?
- [Kathleen] It's your party.
We can do whatever you want.
(Anna chuckles)
- Hey.
People here don't like a scandal.
- He's a kid.
- [Anna] I don't understand, Mum.
- Come, mate, just open them.
Open your presents.
- [Kathleen] Ooh, what could it be?
Ooh.
(Kathleen gasps)
Oh, Sam.
- Don't worry about it.
- [Kathleen] See what'd you get?
- Bugger them. - Yeah, I just can't believe
that no one turned up.
- Are you okay? - No, I'm not.
Hey, what did you open?
(Kathleen gasps) (Anna laughs)
Do they fit?
- [Kathleen] Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
- [Sam] I got 40 not out.
I'm better at batting.
- Should we get some pizza for dinner?
- Sure.
- You want to come?
- [Sam] Yeah.
- Go on, go upstairs and get some shoes on.
- No pineapple!
We can get those chocolate puddings!
Where's my shoes?
- Joe.
Detective Staszic came to my office.
She told me about Angelique.
- Who?
- So maybe they were gonna blackmail us.
You know, ask for some money?
I mean, you must have talked about us.
Me, us, your son.
Joe, she told me that you're one
of Angelique's regular clients.
- It's not true.
- What is true is you have sex with prostitutes.
(Joe sighs)
- You won't touch me.
- [Anna] For fuck's sake.
(Anna screams)
- [Joe] Leave us alone!
(punches thudding) (man groaning)
- Joe!
(Joe panting)
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(gentle music)