ROSS: Where do you keep the camera?

SIMMONDS: Do you know how to use it?

ROSS: [smug and eager] They taught us in training.

ROSS finds the camera and begins to take photographs. SIMMONDS moves across and sits next to KATE, who is now sitting on the table. He puts his arm around her.

SIMMONDS: Domestic strife is an unpleasant business for everyone concerned. [To ROSS] Do you think you can handle it, Ross?

ROSS catches the air of sensuality and tries a heavy-handed pun.

ROSS: Handle what?

He laughs raucously at his joke.

SIMMONDS: [tersely] Take a close-up of the one on the thigh. [To KATE] I take it, then, that your sister is going to use this evidence as grounds for divorce?

KATE: She will if she’s got any sense at all.

FIONA: I just want a separation at the moment.

ROSS finishes taking the photographs and goes off to see how they’ve turned out.

SIMMONDS: You’re storing this evidence up for the future then, Mrs Carter.

KATE: Or for the present if he tries to make trouble.

SIMMONDS: I see. [To FIONA] He’s threatened reprisals if you leave, has he?

KATE: I’m sure he will.

FIONA: [adjusting herself, speaking flatly] I don’t think he will.

SIMMONDS: Doesn’t he know that you’re leaving yet, Mrs Carter?

FIONA: No, he doesn’t. I just decided.

KATE: We don’t want him getting access to Sophie.

FIONA: [to KATE] I don’t mind him getting limited access.

SIMMONDS: Sophie’s your daughter, Mrs Carter?

KATE: Yes. She’s a gorgeous child, Sergeant. Kenny scarcely knows she exists. We’ve found a charming little two bedroom flat in South Yarra for Fiona and the back room is just perfect for Sophie.

SIMMONDS: Sounds very nice.

KATE: Yes, it’s beautiful. The only reason we got it is that Ralph’s a personal friend of Charles Weller, the estate agent.

SIMMONDS: They’re a very big firm, Wellers.

KATE: Ralph does his teeth.

SIMMONDS: Your husband’s a dentist?

KATE: That’s right.

SIMMONDS: Well, I wasn’t far out. I had you tabbed as a surgeon’s wife. Same money. More prestige.

KATE: I wouldn’t say that.

SIMMONDS: No, I’m afraid people think more of someone who whips out their gallstones than someone who does likewise with their teeth.

KATE: Yes, well, we were very lucky to get the flat. The only bother is the… er… matter we were mentioning before.

SIMMONDS: The furniture?

KATE: That’s right. It’s gorgeous, Sergeant, but we’re afraid that Kenny will try and hang onto it.

SIMMONDS: Do you think he will, Mrs Carter?

FIONA: I think so.

KATE: If he’s forced to share it up he’ll most likely sell the lot for a quarter of its replacement value, split the money and drink himself stupid for a week. We’d offer him a reasonable price for his half, but we know he’d refuse. He’s that sort.

SIMMONDS: [to FIONA] Come here, Mrs Carter. Sit down.

He motions her to sit down on his free side. She does so with a little hesitation.