02x08 - Episode 8

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- 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


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 f*cking serious?

You have treated me
like sh*t 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 r*cist 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 ill*gal 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 r*cist.

But... even if true,

that is not an excuse for m*rder.

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 m*rder 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 r*fle 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 k*ll 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 f*cking 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 m*rder

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 k*lled 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 f*cked 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 k*lled.

And there is, of course,
the pig sh**ter to consider.

Get off my f*ck' 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 m*rder.

Um, what about the, um,
the well-digger, Liam Bevan?

Just because he snuck
out to fix the light

doesn't mean he k*lled her.

Agreed, the guy is desperate

but not dumb enough to
k*ll 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 sh**ter, OK, he's a d*ck!

Hmm! Kills animals with no compunction.

Doesn't make sense.

Bernie's holding the g*n on him, right?

- Mmm.
- He's not gonna put down his g*n,

whack her on the nut

and then chuck her down the well, is he?

He'd just sh**t 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 sh**ter'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 f*ck, 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 m*rder*d her.

The police officer did
say she was distraught

when he arrived at the scene.

Just after she conveniently set fire

- to the possible m*rder 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 f*cking 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
g*n hidden in his room. Why?

Unregistered. Unregistered
g*n, unlicensed sh**ter.

Oh, come on, Ian, you know
what I meant. Why hide it?

If it was m*rder,

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 k*lled her?

It doesn't make emotional sense

for a boy brought up in
foster care to k*ll 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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?

What are you doing, Mum?

You're gonna sh**t 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 m*rder 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 m*rder
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 m*rder
against Sasha Price?

Yes, Your Honour.

How do you find: guilty or not guilty?

She was gonna sh**t you!

What did you do?! What did
you do? What did you do?

I thought she was
gonna f*cking sh**t you.

She's f*cking alive.

Get an ambulance.

Sasha, get a f*cking ambulance!

It's quicker if we drive her.

- I'll get it.
- Hurry up. Get her f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*cking ambulance!

It's quicker if we drive her.

Hurry up. Get her f*cking ute.

Hey, I gotta get the g*n 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 f*ck 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...

f*ck 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 f*cking doing.

Don't say that. Don't
f*cking 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, f*ck.

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 f*cking happened.

No, you're f*cking not! No,
you're not gonna do that.

You just committed m*rder and
making me a f*cking m*rder*r.

Get the f*ck off me!
Have you got any idea...

Any idea what it's like
in jail? No, you don't.

No, you don't! You f*cking don't!


putting up with that sh*t.

You get rid of it, alright?!
You don't f*cking touch me.

- Be smart, you f*cking idiot.
- What?

You do that, they're gonna blame you!

You f*cking hit her.

So you did it.

- You f*cking turd. You win.
- Oh, you... you...

You see what I can do?

I can tell them that you k*lled 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.

f*ck 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 k*ller in me
is the k*ller 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 k*ller in me
is the k*ller in you ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ I send this smile over to you ♪

♪ The k*ller in me
is the k*ller in you ♪

♪ Send this smile over to you ♪

♪ The k*ller in me
is the k*ller in you ♪

♪ Send this smile over to you ♪

♪ The k*ller in me is
the k*ller in you. ♪