-MEGHAN: Hey!
Can anyone hear me?
Hey, I need to see my children.
I need to know who's looking after them.
-We have enough to charge her.
What are we waiting for?
-Her story.
(PHONE RINGING)
-MEGHAN: Answer my calls.
Jack, will you please...
Please pick up the phone.
-Best I could do at short notice, Jack.
-No, it's fine.
(SIRENS BLARING)
-Check the baby.
Please, my baby.
-AGATHA: What's going on?
-ULTRASOUND OPERATOR: Won't be long.
-AGATHA: What's happening?
-ULTRASOUND OPERATOR: There we go.
Nice strong heartbeat.
-Look, if you won't talk to me, please just text me where you are.
What if something happens to me?
What are the kids going to do?
How will anyone know where you are?
There is nothing to say, Simon.
-Oh, you think you're going to threaten me
and then not answer my calls?
-I didn't threaten you.
-Ben is my son.
You can't stop me from seeing my son!
-A DNA test does not make him your son.
-Where's Jack? -He's gone.
I told you that.
-I want to see Ben.
-You're nuts.
-Lucy.
Come inside.
Goodnight.
Lights out, Lucy.
Actually, Luce, I need you to get up, quick as you can.
Can you please put on your hoodie and your slippers?
-Where are we going? -We're gonna go see Daddy.
Come on, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.
Hey Lachie! Lachie, don't go to sleep.
We're going to go for a drive.
(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)
-Daddy! -Daddy!
-Hey. How you doing?
-Are you Airbnb-ing?
How'd you find this place so fast?
-It smells like wee-wee.
-Hey, can you guys go sit and watch something on Daddy's laptop?
-Yeah.
-Did you have to bring them here?
-I couldn't just up and leave them, Jack.
We can't both do that.
-OK, come on.
Bit desperate, isn't it?
Bringing the kids here to make me feel bad.
-MEGHAN: Look, I know you want your space,
but we can't just stop talking.
Jack, you can punish me all you want, but don't punish them.
They have done nothing wrong and they need you.
Jack, I need you.
And Simon...
Maybe he can have visitation rights...
-Oh my god, you really think we can salvage this.
-OK, just...
-JACK: I have to work with Simon. -MEGHAN: ..listen for a second.
-JACK: I have to look at Ben everyday.
-MEGHAN: He is our son, Jack.
Maybe Grace and Simon will have kids of their own
and this won't matter so much.
-It's always gonna matter.
I can't even look at you right now, so...
-OK guys.
-LUCY: Mummy, I'm tired.
-I know, it's late.
-MEGHAN: Come on!
-BRENT: My kids are inside.
-Get lost.
-Look, this isn't personal...
-Well it's going to get personal, you prick.
You come after my family, I'll come after yours.
-I'm not coming after your family, OK?
-SIMON: Jack, we haven't got enough.
-JACK: Yeah, well I'm done with this gotcha shit.
-Can you turn it off.
(PHONE RINGING)
-Yeah.
-Hey. Um...
I think I'm being followed.
-JACK: What?
-MEGHAN: Yeah, I've been driving around in circles
since I left your place and they're still there, Jack.
-Can you see who it is?
-No, I can't see who it is, there's headlights.
-But every time I slow down, they slow down
and every time I turn, they turn.
-What do you want me to do?
-Well, if it follows me to our door,
I don't want to be there, alone with the kids, Jack.
-MEGHAN: I'm scared.
-Drive towards home, alright? I'm coming.
-MEGHAN: OK.
-I don't want any scans.
-Well, with the impact to your mid-rib area,
we're concerned you have a pulmonary embolism,
a clot on your lungs,
which is your why you're finding it difficult to breathe.
And the only way to be sure is to do a scan or an x-ray.
-Not if it will harm the baby.
-Well, the doses of radiation are very small
and the benefits far outweigh the risks.
-Please don't make me.
-I can't force you to, Agatha, but I strongly recommend a scan.
-I won't do it.
It doesn't matter how small the risk.
-Well, let's put you on a blood thinner.
Heparin doesn't cross the placenta wall
and won't affect your breastmilk.
-What are the side effects?
-Ah, slightly elevated chance of bleeding in birth.
-Then I can't.
-Let me be clear with you.
If you refuse treatment, you're putting your life in danger.
-I can't lose another baby.
I'd rather die.
-Can I take her back?
-She needs further tests.
-I wasn't making it up.
There was definitely someone following us.
-Well, they're not here now, so...
I can do a check around the house if you need me to,
but I think you're safe.
-Well, I'd feel much safer if you stayed.
Please, Jack.
-Hey babe, come and watch this movie with us.
-No thanks.
-BELINDA: It's super scary.
We have popcorn.
-Go watch your movie.
-No, no it's OK.
I don't know how many people I can see getting axed to death.
How was your day?
-Fine.
-What's that?
-LORELEI: Tracking device.
-What are you using that for?
-It's just a journalist thing.
-Is it legal?
-Goodnight, Mum.
-Hey Dad, look at my pirate. -JACK: Cool.
-MEGHAN: How'd you sleep?
-Lachie, thanks for letting me borrow your bed last night, buddy.
-Do you want a pancake?
-Ah, nah. I'm not hungry, thanks.
-Hey, I was thinking about last night,
about that car that was following us.
Could have been Simon.
-Yeah, why's that?
-MEGHAN: Well he came over here and I told him to leave.
He wasn't very happy.
-LUCY: Mummy threw wombat at him.
-MEGHAN: Alright Luce, finish your food.
-So, where did you first notice the car?
-Ah, when we left.
-MEGHAN: It's like it was there waiting for us.
-So, how could Simon show up, there, to follow you home
if he doesn't know where I live?
No, it wasn't him.
-Where are you going?
-If they are watching my place, I think I know who it was.
-Who?
Jack.
-Yeah, I knew you were a low-life bastard.
-What are you on about?
-Why'd you follow my wife, Brent? -I didn't.
-Oh, so that wasn't you tailing her last night, trying to scare her?
-BRENT: It wasn't me, mate. I didn't follow your wife.
-Yeah, how do you expect me to believe you
when you threatened to come after my family?
I'll fucken deck you.
-Come on, mate.
First shot's free.
Come on.
Your wife hits harder than that.
-Stay away from my family, you piece of shit.
-At least, I was a champion.
What's your claim to fame?
Losing your own baby?
What a legend.
-What'd you say? -BRENT: You heard me. -Come on!
-What the hell are you doing?
-What is that?
Is that a tracking device?
It was you following me.
-I wanted to make sure I got you alone
so I didn't upset your kids, Meghan.
-MEGHAN: Oh, my god!
-You'll want to hear what have to say this time...
-No, no, no, no, no. Get up.
I have heard enough from you.
This, this is completely outrageous...
-Agatha is pregnant.
-And if someone like you publicly says that you forgive her,
they might reverse the maximum security sentence
and let her keep the baby.
-Sweetheart, you have got ten seconds to leave.
-I need to go to the bathroom.
-Use the bedpan.
-I can't stay like this.
I need to move freely.
-This is a maternity ward.
Agatha Fyfle's the last person anyone wants to see walking around.
-LORELEI: A local council member said that local teenagers
denied the picnic area had been a used meeting spot
for drinking and sexual encounters.
-Liars.
-Teenagers lie through their teeth.
-Do you have children?
-Four girls.
All grown up, now.
They never visit me.
-Maybe you made mistakes with them.
-I was led by Jehovah.
He doesn't make mistakes.
-Are you a believer?
-My grandmother used to be.
- What's her name?
-You wouldn't know her.
-Let me do that.
Tell me about my father.
-I don't know much about him.
-Didn't you go to his church?
You know I heard what they said in court
about Agatha being abused by him.
It's not a secret.
-I'll get a bigger log.
-TERENCE: It seems like the baby's going to be fine.
-VICKY: That's one piece of good news inside a bag of dicks, Terry.
Why didn't you make this call, last night?
Give me time to prepare?
-I was waiting to find out her exact condition
but she's refusing scans or treatment,
so we're still in the dark about how serious it is.
-What is it about this woman?
-TERENCE: Look, she's under guard.
Her lawyer's been informed.
I'm getting to the bottom of how it happened.
I don't know what else to say to you.
-VICKY: Well, you can say you'll keep the press away.
We can't afford these lobby groups to get fired up.
The more heat, the less chance I have of making a fair decision.
And just keep me informed.
-ZOE: A 30-week pregnant woman
bashed and almost killed is handcuffed to a hospital bed.
-OFFICER BREWER: Hey, you can't film.
-What's your name?
-ZOE: Remove the handcuffs. Now.
-I'll have to get permission. -You do that.
I'm filming so we have evidence.
We can sue.
-They put me on Level two
so that I'd get bashed and I'd lose the baby.
Tell Lorelei Kelly that.
-Are you sure that's wise?
-Once it's public, we lose control.
-She has to tell people or they'll do it again.
I'm only safe whilst I'm in here.
-Scicluna's already shopping around footage of the assault.
-Yeah, he set me up.
-I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
Nobody did.
-Was that you last night?
Following her?
Trying to get your hands on Ben?
-Jack! No, Jack, no.
But I do think it's fair that I have access.
-He's all yours.
-Why'd you do it?
-I thought he was following you and lost my temper.
-It wasn't him.
It was Lorelei Kelly.
I've just spent hours getting an AVO...
-Wait, wait, wait,
it was a student journalist, and you're only telling me this now?
-I have been trying to call you all day...
-JACK: The police will charge me. -..Jack.
-I've been suspended from my job.
-What, and that's my fault?
-Oh, obviously not, no.
-You didn't tell me where you were going, Jack.
-Maybe I didn't want to talk to you.
-JACK: How's that?
-Agatha Fyfle is pregnant.
-MEGHAN: I wanted to tell you that.
I needed to tell you that...
-I don't give a shit about Agatha Fyfle!
-I've lost my career.
You know, I've lost Ben!
I've lost my marriage, I've lost my best friend...
-MEGHAN: Yes, because of Agatha.
If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been followed
and you wouldn't be in this mess, Jack.
-Jesus Christ!
It's never your fault, is it?
Ben. Simon. Now, this.
It's my fault, it's Agatha's fault, isn't it?
Well, you know what?
Agatha Fyfle didn't fuck Simon, did she?
No, that was you.
And now guess what?
All of our lives are screwed, because of you.
-Don't be too long.
-OFFICER BREWER: Hurry up in there!
-I'm going as fast as I can.
-OFFICER BREWER: She's coughing blood.
-Agatha, what's happening?
Just take deep breaths.
I'll let the doctor know.
-Lorelei, the police are here.
-Lorelei Kelly?
-Yes?
-You've been served with a Private Apprehended Violence Order.
You must not approach Meghan Shaughnessy or her children,
and must not come within 500 metres of her home.
Understood?
-You have an AVO out against you?
-BELINDA: Lorelei, this is a serious thing!
-I didn't touch her.
I followed her.
-With that tracker?
-Where is it?
Give it to me so I know you're not using it...
-I'm not, alright?
It's none of your business.
-LORELEI: In this bonus episode, I will reveal that yet again,
Agatha isn't the perpetrator.
She is the victim... -Oi!
-..and this state's politicians...
-I've booked the studio!
-..and prison authorities should hang their heads in shame.
-LORELEI: Agatha Fyfle is pregnant.
The father is a prison officer.
Whether she was raped, or exploited
by people who were sworn to protect her, is one issue.
Another is the blatant attempt by authorities
to induce a termination and orchestrate a cover-up.
-Can you get the Governor on the line, for me?
-Oh, and Harriet.
-Bring the meeting
with Agatha Fyfle's lawyers forward, instead.
-LORELEI: Agatha is refusing any treatment
that might harm her unborn child.
-LORELEI: She's willing to risk her own life,
but the authorities are deliberately exposing her to danger.
For the sake of the baby, they must move her to Jalala.
-Hey, Mum. Just popping in.
-LUCY: Aunty Grace! -Hey! How was school?
-Hey, Benny. -Pretty good?
-Look at that new tractor. Can I've a go?
Yeah? Alright. OK.
-How are you, Lorelei?
-You called her?
-It's been a while.
-That's because I don't need you, anymore.
-Your Mum and Dad are concerned that finding your biological mother
may have triggered some old patterns.
-I'm better.
-BELINDA: Doctor Hocking isn't here as a punishment.
We just think that the podcast
and the prison visits haven't been healthy.
She's a criminal.
-You don't know her.
-DAVID: In all fairness, neither do you.
-DR HOCKING: But the point is, your parents know you, Lorelei.
And they're worried.
I think you should consider coming back to the clinic.
-You don't trust me.
What are you worried about?
-BELINDA: You know what we're worried about.
You've been obsessing, avoiding us.
Now, there's an AVO out against you? That's not normal.
It's not.
-DAVID: We had certain rules in place, and you've broken them.
You've hidden things from us.
-You're afraid of me?
Say it.
-It's better if you come in as a voluntary patient.
I'll give you 24 hours to decide.
-I can't.
I can't.
I'm going to be on TV.
-Simon! -Yeah!
-Si!
Mum says you have to bring him back.
Grab him!
-Grace!
I'm Ben Shaughnessy's father.
-TRIAGE NURSE: They're in the same cubicle.
-Hi. -They've taken him for an X-ray.
-You should have gone with him.
-I told them that Ben was running and that he fell on his arm.
-Oh, but that's not what happened.
-I know, but Meghan's going to make...
-No, no, no. -..a really big deal out of this.
-I have to tell them. Excuse me.
Ah, my partner gave you the wrong information about what happened.
He didn't fall on his arm. -What, he didn't fall?
-No, he did fall.
He fell off the climbing equipment
but I caught him before he hit the ground.
I grabbed him by the arm. -I'm sorry, I got it wrong.
I wasn't there. -How did this happen?
-It was a mistake and it could have happened to anyone.
-Well, who's with him?
-A doctor.
-Hey!
-Are you Ben's father? -Yes.
-No! -Thank you.
-Is his arm broken? -Ah, his shoulder's dislocated.
According to the notes,
Ben fell on his arm, but scans show otherwise.
-What, you lied to them?
-SIMON: No, I was just explaining... -I got it wrong.
-..to the nurse that I grabbed him by the arm.
He did fall.
-See, this is why you can't have him.
Give him to me. -You're scaring him...
-Give him to me! -You are scaring him.
-GRACE: Simon! -Come on, everyone just calm down.
-I'm so sorry.
-I'm going to have to ask you to leave, quietly.
-I didn't mean to hit him. I'm sorry.
-You've just hit a member of staff. Could you please escort her out?
-Outside. -I didn't mean... Si.
Grace.
-Come on. -OK.
-Now. -OK.
Jack, pick up your phone!
Simon has taken Ben and he won't, he won't give him back.
Look, I'm almost at your house.
Please, please be there.
-Hi.
I don't think Jack's home.
-You found him the place?
-He needed somewhere to stay.
-And what, you welcomed him back with open legs?
-Ah, it's not like that.
I was going to lose my house and Jack helped me out,
so, I felt I owed him.
-What do you mean, he helped you out?
Did he give you money?
Oh, my god, did you ever stop fucking him?
-It's business.
That's all.
-If he's been lying to me, I'm going to fucking kill him.
-Your blood oxygen levels are within normal range.
Everything else looks OK.
But if there is a clot, it might be moving.
-I just need to stay here and rest.
-If you refuse treatment,
I no longer have any grounds to keep you in this hospital.
-You can't send me back there.
They're trying to kill my baby.
-Unless you let me help you,
you'll get just as much rest in the prison clinic.
Hospital is for people who require intervention.
-OK.
I'll have the scan.
-Lots of people ask why I chose
to create this podcast series about Agatha Fyfle.
As a journalist, I want to expose injustice,
but I also had a very personal reason.
I was adopted as a baby and my real mother,
aged 16, was forced to give me up.
So my whole life I've felt abandoned and rejected.
-Why wasn't I good enough? Was...
What was wrong with me, you know?
-TALK SHOW HOST: I understand it's a syndrome.
-Yes, Adopted Child Syndrome.
People like me often also suffer from OCD, PTSD or ADHD.
And adoptees are actually over-represented in prisons,
in psych hospitals, in rehab.
So, this is really the hidden legacy of adoption.
-And how does this relate to the Fyfle case?
-Yes, well people know
that Agatha was forced to give up a baby at 16.
The secret they don't know is
that baby was me.
If the authorities take another baby from Agatha Fyfle,
they won't just be putting her through hell all over again.
They'll be hurting an innocent child, a child like me.
-The first podcast swayed public opinion in my client's favour,
but if you don't want to listen to that, or to me,
then listen to the last child that was taken from Agatha.
-She seems a bright young woman.
-With a history of arson,
obsessive-compulsive disorder, serious mental health issues.
I don't know why anyone would want to expose a child
to those risks when there's a biological mother
who's more than willing and able to keep her.
-There are risks involved with that, too.
Let's not be naive.
-I know Agatha.
Keeping this baby is a life or death matter for her.
-OK, and frankly, that intensity worries me, too.
-Perhaps you don't subscribe to the idea
that being a mother is the only way for some women to feel fulfilled.
-But surely, we can both agree that it's the primal,
the only original, function of a human being?
And some feel it more than others.
-Well philosophical debates aside,
I have taken a close look at the case,
and my mind wasn't closed to minimum security for your client.
But now you've chosen to go public with the pregnancy,
I'm under pressure to do the exact opposite.
And, ah, you might be interested
in what the public has to say about that interview.
-It's completely backfired.
I've been trawling press and social media coverage
since I left the Minister's office.
They're calling it the big lie.
-I don't understand.
-She lied about her background.
Her motives.
She isn't an independent journalist.
She was biased from the outset and people are turning against her.
And you.
-Well, do something. Stop her.
-I'll be back in a second, buddy? OK?
OK?
-Meghan!
Meghan!
Meghan, stop!
Meghan, do not take him!
-Yeah? -Jack?
Meghan saw me at your place and jumped to the wrong conclusion.
-Oh, you're kidding me.
-Yeah, she lost the plots, making threats in front of my clients.
You need to do something.
-MEGHAN VOICEMAIL: Hi, this is Meghan Shaughnessy.
Please leave a mess...
-VOICEMAIL VOICE: You have one new message.
-SIMON VOICEMAIL: What was that, Meghan?
You nearly killed me.
You bring my car back or I'm going to call the police.
-Hey, man, I can't talk...
-SIMON: Meghan stole my car. Ben's in the back.
-JACK: What?
-I took Ben to the park. There was an accident.
-SIMON: He's OK, but Meghan's overreacted.
I think she's headed home to you.
-OK, just stay put, alright? I'll handle this.
-She took my son, Jack.
-JACK: He's not your son!
OK?
You can't take him to the park for 20 minutes
and now you're his dad all of a sudden, OK?
I've raised him his entire fucken life.
Just stay by the phone, OK?
And I'll call you once I've spoken to Meghan.
-Meghan!
Meghan!
-How long have you been fucking her?
-What are you talking about?
-Don't treat me like an idiot, Jack.
Rhea Bowden.
What, you gave her money?
-Hey!
-What are you doing here?
You can't see her now.
-Why?
-You're no longer credible as a journalist.
You're a liability.
We asked you to publicise the pregnancy,
not go on TV and blow the lid on your relationship to Agatha.
-I thought...
-ZOE: You may have cost her any chance of keeping her baby.
-I need to see her.
I need to explain.
-ZOE: She's not well.
She's been taken for scans.
Just keep away for now.
-Hey!
Hey!
Where does this go? -To the loading dock.
-Call security.
-What are you doing?
-You need to take me back right now.
-No, no, no, I have a plan.
-They're in the service lift.
I want someone waiting on every floor.
-I'm headed for the basement.
-LORELEI: I can get you out of here.
-And go where?
-LORELEI: We have a house in the bush.
And we can just stay there, tonight, while we figure it out.
Are you completely delusional?
-We can be together.
I can look after you.
-LORELEI: You, me and the baby.
-I don't want to be with you.
I'll lose my baby forever because of you.
You've ruined everything.
-There's no one in the loading dock,
and the lift's going back up from the basement.
-I couldn't stop it at ground.
-It's going back up.
-Put that gun away.
This is a maternity hospital.
Nobody wants babies getting hurt.
-Where'd she go?
-She's long gone.
I've got a scan.
Come on.
-No sign of them here.
-OFFICER BREWER: Check the car park.
I've got Fyfle.
-SECURITY GUARD 1: Copy that.
-Application for joint custody.
I've contacted a lawyer...
-MEGHAN: Get away from the car! -Meghan!
-You can...
-Get out of the way!
-You can't deny me custody... -Move!
-Stop!
Jack!
-Fuck!
Call an ambulance!
Jack!
Call an ambulance!
-Are you ready to talk?
-I want to see my husband.
Please.
-The hospital has discharged you.
It's not broken. We can go.
-He's here, isn't he?
I know the ambulance brought him here.
Please.
-DR MONROE: While there's been significant soft tissue damage,
the scans look good.
Can't see a clot and your oxygen sat levels are normal.
So, day rest in the prison clinic is adequate, for now.
-OFFICER BREWER: Transport's on its way.
-Last chance.
Do you have anything that you want to say to me.
Meghan?
In that case, I have to inform you
that you are charged with the murder of your husband, Jack Shaughnessy.
You will remain in remand until your hearing.
Your transport is here.
Come on.
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