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I moved halfway around the world

to get away from Dolphin Cove.

What's the situation? Is there going to be an inquiry?

No, I'm pretty happy with my mobile plan at the moment.

What?

Please don't call me again.

I was stitched up.

I would never tamper with evidence.

You and Daisy. She's brilliant.

She is perfect for you.

You had the ring out.

Why didn't you?

Glenn Albert Strong...

..will you marry me?

Yes.

It was Charles Ogden, my ancestor,

who first struck coal in the escarpment behind us.

And here he built his wharf...

..to serve the boats sailing outward,

laden with Ogden coal.

Now follow me as we enter the haunted shower block.

In here the miners would wash away the grime of 14 hours underground.

Old Charlie Ogden was a gambler,

and all the money that would roll in from the mine

would roll straight back out again

and into the pockets of Dolphin Cove's bookies.

And the souls of the dozens of miners buried alive in the mine

are said to remain within these walls.

Deep in debt,

terrified of the punishment coming his way,

unable to see any way out,

Charles slit his own throat with this very knife.

He was discovered by his son,

my great-grandfather, who, panicked,

did the only thing he could.

He set off the emergency alarm.

And it is said, whenever the wind blows just right...

..you might hear the alarm in the distance...

..and glimpse a reflection in the blade of the ghost of Ogden's mine.

Today, though, the mine is no longer operational, and...

..the alarm hasn't been heard in 42 years.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Cheerio. See you again.

Last tour?

End of an era. Thank Christ for that.

Clearing out your stuff. Is that it?

Got rid of the rest of it years ago.

You need to pack up and get out of the cottage as well.

So, what now?

A few million bucks in your pocket.

What? Kids' inheritance ready to be spent?

Blow it all on the wicked stepmother.

Finn.

It's his inheritance, not yours. No, you deserve it.

Is Lottie not coming in to see her old man?

Doesn't look like it.

OK, darling.

I'm off to grab a drink with the girls.

What? Just one?

I'm kidding.

Who is it?

Lottie.

What's this? Dinner.

Why are you bringing it to me?

Last chance, I guess.

It's Mum's recipe.

Are you coming in or...

I'm packing up the last of it.

Uh, no. I'm on...I'm on duty.

So, uh, when's the big day?

Uh, it's a bit of an ongoing discussion, that one.

Well, I'd be happy with something casual on the beach,

reception here, so we can do it sooner.

And I'd like something a little bit more special.

Well, it is special.

It's our favourite place with all our friends.

We don't need to rush it. Well, I'm not.

OK. Yes. Ongoing discussion, date TBC.

But engagement drinks here on Friday night.

Ooh. Whoo-hoo!

Hey. Hi.

Just another bottle of Prosecco, please.

Same again?

Darling, I don't drink anything else.

Wedding on the beach. How good's that?

Oh, it's so good.

Yeah.

They'd never let you do that in England.

Also, it...it does rain quite a lot, to be fair.

Oh, my God, what is that?

It's the mine collapse alarm.

The mine's closed and that alarm hasn't been on for 30-odd years.

Uh, 42. What?

42 years.

So why is it on now?

What's going on?

No idea.

Vince?

I'll try and get a visual. Vince, open the door.

Give me a go. Vince!

It's locked.

The power's cut out. The alarm must have blown it.

I think he's bolted it.

Let me have a go. Let me have a go. OK.

Give me a hand.

One, two, three.

Vince!

What are we gonna do?

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Come on!

Hey! What?

Vince Ogden owns the old mine.

The mine collapse alarm came on about eight.

We all heard it.

Is this the lever for the alarm here?

Uh, we'll print it. Mm-hm.

The family thought it was odd.

Rushed here.

Found the door locked and bolted from the inside.

Broke it down. Found Vince on the floor.

Suspected suicide.

Looks like he cut his own throat.

Not for the first time.

Well, first time for him, but not for the Ogdens.

His ancestor, Charles Ogden, took his own life in the same way

with that exact knife.

The alarm came on that night as well.

How do you know all this? Oh, I, um...

I took the final tour this afternoon.

You know, before they sell it off.

It was actually brilliant.

You wouldn't believe what went on in Dolphin Cove back in the day.

Clarke.

I knew this would happen.

What? Cast your mind back.

Didn't I say this was going to happen?

I'm in the middle of something here.

I said...

Look, you said that you were happy with your mobile plan, as I recall.

Which was not a word of a lie, but parallel,

a coded implication that all would be well,

and I was right.

You're cleared.

Really?

You'll get official notification, but I can reveal

the inquiry found tampering with evidence

by someone internal, not you.

There'll be another trial.

So... So we'll get him?

Oh, we'll get him, yeah.

More importantly, you're free to come back.

Swiftly, if you can manage it.

Bit snowed under over here.

Also looks like it's going to snow.

Mack. Place is a shambles.

No trains. Hardly a bus to be found.

Every year.

How have they not figured that out yet, I hear you ask.

Mackenzie? Are you there?

I have to go.

Is everything OK? Yeah, I'm fine.

Felix.

Sorry about the dark.

The alarm blew out some wires, but I'm working on it.

I'll check the back. Mm-hm.

Based on his temperature, I'd say he's been dead an hour or so.

Two at the most.

So he died at the same time that the alarm went off?

Around then.

That broken lock is consistent with forced entry.

Can you mark that for us? Yeah.

And we'll need the doorknob for fingerprinting.

Got it.

OK.

Where's the family?

It's so awful. We had so much to look forward to.

Was there any indication

he was thinking about doing something like this?

No.

I mean, uh, it's probably nothing.

Anything can help.

He just seemed very moody lately.

I'd almost say paranoid.

How?

He seemed preoccupied.

A bit secretive. That sort of thing.

He hated life, basically.

He was miserable all the time.

You were at the surf club when the alarm came on.

Vince wanted some time by himself to say goodbye to the place.

I should have stayed with him. When I heard the alarm...

The mine hadn't been operational in years.

I knew something wasn't right.

What happened when you arrived?

He was locked in.

Why didn't you use your keys? I did.

The door was bolted from the inside as well as locked.

Like I said, he'd gotten paranoid.

Sometimes I had to knock to get into my own house.

It's not your house.

Are you still going on about that?

So what did you do? She didn't do anything.

We couldn't get in with a key.

So Lottie broke the door down.

Lucky Lottie had her pole thingy or whatever.

Otherwise, Vince would still be in there all alone.

It's called a Halligan bar. It's what I used to break the door down.

Right. So the Halligan bar forced the lock from its fixtures.

Mm-hm.

Do you know what he kept in those wooden boxes on top of the chest?

Well, junk, probably.

There's junk everywhere in that place.

We still have some questions to ask.

Sorry. It's just...

Priya and Finn being at each other, it does my head in.

It's why I moved out.

When was the last time you saw your dad?

Earlier this evening.

I dropped him off a pie.

You take it inside?

No, I haven't been in there for years.

Why not?

It wasn't a happy place for me.

What does that mean?

Tough relationship with Dad, I guess.

Tough? How so?

He wasn't a nice man.

I'd go as far as to call him cruel.

Was that to anyone in particular?

Most people, really.

What time did you get here?

Around six.

Why did you come back? I do a patrol, so I was nearby.

Heard the alarm.

Didn't even know it still worked.

Why would he turn it on?

I don't know. It was weird.

That's why I came straight over.

I got here, and Priya and Finn were arriving too.

What's going on? No idea.

Vince!

We broke the door down.

Do you know what was in that open wooden box on top of the chest?

No. I told you, I haven't been in there for years.

So it could be anything.

I'm still working on the switchboard.

Mm-hm.

Why would a bloke about to get millions of dollars

from selling his land

take his own life?

That is a good question.

And why would he turn the alarm on after 42 years?

That is another good question.

But it's not the most important one.

What's the most important one? Where is his dinner?

Lottie said she dropped him off a pie, so where is it?

Uh...he ate it?

No dishes in the sink. Nothing in the bin.

He...didn't eat it.

Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the freezer.

Here we go.

So, Vince is supposedly planning to take his own life,

yet he takes the time to put a pie in the oven.

A pie he's never going to eat.

Doesn't make sense.

The only thing that makes sense...

..is murder.

But the only way out was bolted from the inside.

Well, the killer escaped somehow, leaving a locked door behind them.

I mean, unless it's a ghost,

there has to be an answer.

Vince Ogden just sold Ogden mine and the land around it

for a truckload.

OK, what do we know about him?

Uh, his first wife, Dot -

Lottie and Finn's mother -

history of mental health issues.

She left him a while ago after she was sectioned.

OK. Can we get in contact with her?

Ah, she's now deceased.

The questions.

Why did the alarm come on?

And how did the killer escape if the door was bolted from the inside?

Yeah.

Well, I've got the phone records from Vince's landline,

which nobody normal ever uses.

I use my landline every night.

Exactly.

There was a phone call from the phone box

near the Stirling Road shop a couple of days ago.

Mm-hm. Find out if anyone saw anything.

Right.

I've been going through Vince's affairs

and they are in an absolute state.

He kept everything, and I mean everything.

Have you found a will?

Not yet. No. No. Alright.

Well, keep looking.

I'm off to feed the birds.

Waterville '94. Boss?

Footy record '89.

Demons beat Swans at the SCG. Nine points.

It's an exciting time for you.

Why is that?

Mother of the groom.

Oh! Yes. Oh, yes.

Let's hope it's more successful than last time.

I think Daisy's probably a safer bet.

A safer bet. Mmm.

I suppose that's what we want in a partner, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Well, you know me and small talk, Mackenzie.

I heard from DI Mooney that your inquiry is finished.

I assume that's why you want to talk to me.

Yes.

Cleared?

Yeah. Yep. Yes.

So I am free to go back to London.

Will you?

What?

Will you go back?

Yes. Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, of course.

It's all I've wanted since the day I got here, is to go back, and, um...

..now...

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Are you... I'm sorry.

I think I am. Oh, my God. Mackenzie, at work.

I don't know what's going on.

Well, could you, uh... could you stop it?

Could you stop... I'm trying. I'm trying.

I'm gonna try. It's not... No, no, no, it's not working.

I can see. I can see it's not working.

Uh...

Do you have a... I don't have a thing.

Here we go. Thank you.

Oh!

Oh. Is it over?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I think it is. Oh, gosh. Honestly.

Oh, Mackenzie, what on earth has got into you?

I don't know.

- What's going on here? - Nothing.

OK, then.

Last will and testament.

Who gets the land?

Me?

You didn't know?

Uh, no.

We never really talked about it.

And you've been married for how long?

Eight years.

And the kids left soon after you were married?

Yes.

Uh, Lottie left to train in Wollongong,

and Finn, well, he moved into the Wolf Cottage.

Still far too close.

We never really got along, if I'm honest.

Yeah, no, we've picked up on that, actually.

So why was that?

He couldn't accept the fact that his father was moving into

a different phase in his life.

And he sure didn't want a new stepmother.

And now this is all yours.

What are you implying?

He took his own life.

Did he?

Hello, mate.

Do you remember Vince getting a phone call a couple of days ago?

On the landline?

Actually, yeah, I do.

What was it about?

Vince wouldn't say.

You didn't overhear anything?

Look, all I heard was something like...

I keep my promises.

I have no idea what it meant, but...

..put him in a bit of a mood.

Who was it from? Who knows?

Real estate agent.

Someone who owed him money. Could be anyone.

Glenn.

Wh...

Very clear print. Unmistakable.

Whose? Yours.

Oh, th-the tour.

We...we all held it.

Yeah, probably half of Dolphin Cove's had their hand

on this knife at some stage.

It's not going to get us anywhere.

Unless you wanted to hold him until you can clear him.

Yes, yes, I very much want to do that. Yes.

Hang on a minute. Could take a couple of days.

No, we've got cells. We've got shackles.

OK.

We've all had our fun.

What about the lever? The alarm?

Wiped clean.

Presumably by the killer. Yeah.

Well, if there's nothing else,

I'm going to go through my video footage from the tour,

see if that gives us some answers.

Don't leave town.

On to those next.

See if they give us anything.

I'm going back to London.

What?

Mmm. Yeah, the inquiry cleared me, so...yeah, I'm going home.

Mack, that's...that's fantastic.

Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?

Mm-hm.

When are you going?

After this.

Wow.

You'll miss the wedding.

Yep.

Yeah, I guess I will.

Anyway...

Yeah. Back to it.

Such good news, though.

I'm really happy for you.

So, what have you got?

Oh, we came up blank on the phone box at the Stirling Road shop.

No-one saw anything.

But we did have a chat to VK DeVito. Buggerlugs here didn't want to.

I didn't see how he was a relevant witness.

Ah, and yet...

Just tell them. OK.

Early last Tuesday morning, about 3:30,

which was kind of middle of the night, really...

Reggie. OK.

VK was out with Stryker and they were down...

Sorry, sorry. Who's Stryker?

Oh, it was a rescue greyhound with bladder issues.

Now, they were down on that little beach next to the wharf.

VK said he saw Vince and Finn unloading a boat.

Uh, unloading what?

Well, he couldn't see properly, but he reckoned it looked like bricks.

Bricks? Oh, drugs.

It's the perfect spot for it.

You know, you can't see the wharf

unless you're all the way down on the beach.

Yeah, VK doesn't normally go down there,

but Stryker's particular about where he goes.

Anyway, he said they put the stuff into a couple of bags

and then the boat chugged off.

So, Finn and Vince were bringing in drugs.

And arguing about it. Ooh.

Bit of argy-bargy according to VK.

It's worth a search?

Absolutely.

You'll be fine, Bunny. Don't worry about it.

Bunny? Fishing mate.

He was worried the weather might come in.

But look at this.

Might I remind you this is private property, Detective?

Ooh.

Warrant to search it. Well...

If I knew the paperwork was official,

I would have had a cake in the oven.

Mm. Can I have the keys?

Where were you last Tuesday? At about 3:30am?

It's a good question.

And a fair one.

Can I take it on notice?

My office will be in touch.

Were you here unloading a boat,

coming to blows with your dad over something?

I could never.

I mean, bless him, but the old bloke couldn't fight to save himself.

It just wouldn't be right.

Mm.

Where are my manners?

Would you like a beer, Detective?

No.

Thank you.

Or an argument over a drug shipment? A lot of money at stake?

Hang on. Are you suggesting I killed him?

Yeah, no, it has crossed my mind.

It was suicide.

Or a dispute. A drug deal gone wrong?

I don't have anything to do with drugs.

What were you arguing about?

Mackenzie.

We've got something.

Cigarettes. Boxes of them. In here.

A tool bag. Crowbar.

I told you, I don't have anything to do with drugs.

We get them in from Indonesia, and we sell them on.

That's illegal.

Sure. But we've gotta make a living.

I mean, weekly tours for half a dozen bored tourists

doesn't really cut it.

What was the dispute with Vince about?

They were out of date.

No-one wants stale smokes, so they're worthless.

It's a couple hundred bucks. OK?

I'm hardly going to kill for it.

We're going to take them as evidence.

And we need access to the house.

I'd be delighted to have you as guests.

I'll put the kettle on.

Where are you going to live...

..when all this is sold?

I always land on my feet, Detective.

Slit his own throat with this very knife.

He was discovered by his son, my great-grandfather,

who, panicked, did the only thing he could.

He set off the emergency alarm.

And if the wind blows just right,

you might hear the alarm in the distance

and glimpse a reflection in the blade of the ghost of Ogden's mine

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh...

..the ghost of Ogden's mine.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

You want me on a plane tomorrow?

But...I'm in the middle of a case.

I know, I know.

Making progress?

Yeah, getting there. Ah.

Here's me stuck behind a desk all day.

I'm loving it, but to be honest,

I'm a bit jealous of you

being on the tools, as you'd say.

Well, when I've closed, I'll tell you all about it.

There you go.

Finish what you have to do,

and we'll get you on a plane and over for dinner.

Anna's cooking, I'm doing the wine. We'll get a fire going.

Have a good old chat.

It'll be great to have you back.

We've missed you, Mackenzie.

The whole team. Yeah. I miss you, too.

Ooh!

May I come in?

Ooh. Uh...sorry, I've...

Why is there no handles? Yeah, I've gotta go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll see you soon enough.

Just let me in.

What?

Sorry. I know it's late.

I've seen something in the footage.

I'm not sure what it is, but it's something.

Show me.

It's a bit creepy, if I'm honest.

Someone less sturdy might be a little bit frightened,

but the thing is, I've...I've seen it...

Ow! What was that for?

Mosquito.

Mm.

Mm-hm.

OK.

And glimpse a reflection in the blade of the ghost of Ogden's mine.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

That's what I said.

Yeah. Unmistakable.

Mm.

Dot Ogden.

But I thought she was dead. Not anymore.

I've inventoried Vince's documents. I got her death certificate.

Coronial declaration.

Which you can get after seven years of someone being missing

with no contact and no sightings.

Colin, can you tell us about the title on the wharf?

Uh...yep.

Uh...used to be under two names, Vince and Dorothy Ogden.

And after Dot was declared dead?

Just Vince.

Oh, yeah. He cut her out.

No, well, she was dead.

I mean, he thought she was dead. Everyone did.

Yeah, but she wasn't. So where was she?

Well, we're going to ask her that,

but I think, as far as she's concerned,

he cut her out of her half of that property

and all the money that was going to come from it.

Could she be the one who called Vince?

Mm. Worth looking into.

At the phone box near the Stirling Road shop.

Back to Stirling Road. Someone must have seen her.

She must be staying somewhere.

And we, we're going to talk to the family.

Hey.

What's this about?

I know this might sound weird, Lottie,

but do you know where your mum is?

What? She's dead.

Is she?

We know she's alive.

And we know she saw Vince that day.

Right before he was killed.

We're just wondering if she came to see you.

She didn't kill him.

So you have seen her?

Yes.

How do you know she didn't kill him?

Because she was in the car with me.

Dot was with you? Yeah.

And she'd already got what she wanted.

The boxes.

Someone went through them. One was left open.

What was in them?

Letters.

Read them.

"Dear Lottie.

"I can't believe my little girl is 16.

"I'm thinking of you, and I am so proud of you."

So she wrote to you.

The odd birthdays, a couple of Christmases.

But she wanted me to have them.

She wanted me to know...

..she always loved me.

And Vince never gave them to you?

No way.

Why didn't she contact you another way?

Scared of Dad would be my guess.

Why did he keep them, though?

They incriminate him.

Power.

Probably enjoyed it, knowing they were there.

Knowing that he got his way.

Knowing she was alive the whole time.

That's awful.

It's just who he was.

So, she was writing to you all along.

She was desperate for a relationship with you,

and your father denied you that.

I would never hurt my dad, if that's what you're getting at.

I saw what anger and unhappiness does to a family.

It's just a cycle.

And it just goes on and on. And I had to escape it.

And I did.

Where is she?

I don't know. Come on.

She wouldn't tell me.

After Dad died, she went back into hiding.

She hasn't even had a chance to see Finn.

She doesn't trust anyone,

and after what she's been through, I...I don't blame her.

Who'd have thought there was so many places to stay in Dolphin Cove?

I mean, back in the day, it was a caravan park,

or you just slept on the beach.

Illegal. Or in someone else's sleeping bag?

Post bonfire, if you know what I mean.

I can figure that out.

Hey, are we seriously going to go through all those?

That's the plan. God, it's going to take hours.

Do you have a better idea? Yeah, I do. Vibes, mate, yeah?

Tune in to Dot as a person, get inside her head,

and figure out where she'd go.

Sure. Well, you don't think that'd work?

Is that a serious question? Yeah, it is.

Vibes? Yeah.

Just something a bit more intuitive, mate.

Fine.

Really?

There's no point in arguing, is there, Reggie?

Ah, now you're getting the hang of it.

Right, let's do this. Come on.

OK, in the zone.

Close your eyes. Right.

I'm a tragic mother figure, long presumed dead.

I'm returning home as a ghost with a dark past.

No, wait, stop. No, mate, I'm getting something...

No, no, no, not you.

Her!

Stop! Police!

Ladies and gentlemen, the ghost of Ogden mine.

You took the letters, didn't you?

My letters.

You were in Vince's house at the wharf.

Obviously.

You heard that he was selling the wharf, so you wanted your share.

I wanted my kids to get their share.

Yeah. OK, fine. Right.

So you called him, told him you were back,

and then you showed up at the tour just to spook him.

And then later, when everyone else was gone,

you confronted him about the lies he had told about you.

You knew - you suspected - that he would have kept the letters,

so you took them.

That's about it.

Did you turn the alarm on? What?

No.

I took the letters and went straight to Lottie.

I never wanted to see him again after what he'd put me through.

What had he put you through?

Vince had you sectioned?

Yeah.

I'm sure I was struggling, but that's not why he did it.

Why did he do it?

To prove that he could.

Same reason he kept those letters.

Vince loved being in control.

He told me that if he ever saw my face again,

that if I ever contacted the kids except through him,

he'd do it again and make sure I was locked up.

He promised me I'd never see my kids.

I had to disappear, like I never existed.

Oh, you must have been angry.

Ha. Angry doesn't begin to describe it.

And then when you found out that he'd told them you were dead

and he'd never given them your letters...

I wish I'd killed him.

The number of years I spent dreaming about it.

But I left him alive.

What was on the table?

What? When you left.

Was there anything on the table or on the bench?

His radio, a box of papers, and a pie.

Can you imagine everything he robbed her of?

She has a motive, obviously.

She was in Vince's house. We know that.

She says the pie wasn't in the oven.

Ooh. I love hearing about this pie again.

Which means she left him alive.

Unless she's lying.

No, even if she is.

Well, how did she lock the door from the inside?

And who turned the alarm on?

Oh.

They're all... They're all just... They're just.... They're clues.

The alarm, the locked door, the knife, the pie, the letters.

They're all just... they're just things that are things

with nothing that links them together.

Nothing that makes them make any sense.

Oh, what am I missing?

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

None at all?

Nothing usable.

It's a doorknob. People have their hands on it all the time.

There are prints all over it.

It's a mess.

So, what are you doing now, then?

Now it's just staring at me in pieces.

It's haunting you.

What am I going to do? Not put it back together again?

Need a hand?

Ah, it's a bit complicated.

You might not be much help. Oh.

That is maybe THE most hostile thing you have ever said to me.

Is it more hostile than when you said

that linen was for tablecloths and drug lords?

Uh, that can't have been that hostile

because you are still wearing it.

Because it is extremely breathable.

Yes. That is why drug lords like it.

It keeps them cool in the hot weather.

That's why I like it. OK, then. We are agreeing.

You want a drink?

Mm.

Lottie really did a number on it when she smashed the door in.

That's the underside of the door bolt.

Right.

So it would have been screwed to the door frame.

Right.

Mm. So why is it scratched?

Looks like the markings of a crowbar.

Have you seen the Halligan bars?

They destroy anything they touch.

Chocolate milk, right? Yeah.

Mm. Where'd you get that?

Fridge.

Hey. That's my drink.

Yeah, that's what I said.

You put it in the fridge for me? Yep.

Why?

Because you're here a lot for work.

So is Colin.

So is your mum. So are a lot of people.

They don't have their drinks in here.

It was suicide.

Oh. What?

Huh.

Uh, we're gonna... we're gonna go and see Daisy.

Oh, hey, babe.

I need you to pick up decorations for tonight.

I think they're in the garage.

The night of the murder, you were here.

Oh, and hello to you, Mackenzie.

Daisy.

OK, so, what night was that?

When the alarm came on.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

OK. And Priya, Priya Ogden, she was here.

Mmm...I don't know her. Uh-uh-uh...

Five foot four, brown hair. The big gold earring.

Yep, got it. Yep. OK, now this is important.

Do you remember what she was drinking?

I run a bar.

And she knocked over a bottle when she ran out.

OK. What was it?

Seriously, she didn't even offer to clean it up...

Daisy!

She... OK.

Um...

Oh.

That's the one. So...

I was right.

I knew you would be. That's why the alarm came on.

It had to come on, otherwise the plan wouldn't have worked.

And the back of the bolt. Because of the crowbar.

I know what happened.

Are we even allowed to be in here?

Settles today, doesn't it?

But maybe not as we expected.

This case really had us going.

A locked room, a death that looked the same as one 150 years ago.

An alarm coming on for the first time in 42 years.

A long-lost mother returned from the dead.

And the letters that prove she never stopped loving her children.

And a pie in the oven.

Mm.

But in the end, that was all noise,

because there was only one question that mattered.

How did the killer escape through a door

that was bolted from the inside?

And the answer was they didn't, because, well, they couldn't.

Priya.

You couldn't have killed Vince, you were at the surf club all night.

We all saw you spill a bottle of Prosecco when the alarm went off.

And, you know, why would you kill him?

He was your husband.

You loved him.

You were set to live well from the proceeds of the sale.

Yeah.

Dot.

He drove you away.

He had you declared dead.

He claimed your share of the wharf and its land.

And, Lottie, he denied you a relationship with your mother.

Dot, we know you were in here with him.

And, Lottie, you were the first on the scene.

But the question remains, how did the killer escape?

How did you, Finn?

What?

This is your land, isn't it? It's Ogden land.

But once it was sold, once Vince and Priya moved away,

you'd have nothing.

Nowhere to live, nowhere to run your little cigarette operation. Nothing.

He was already dead when I came in here.

Lottie came in first. She saw him.

Mm-hm. Absolutely right. Lottie?

Yeah.

And the door was locked and bolted.

We had to break it down.

All true.

I think he's bolted it. Let me have a go.

I tried it. I couldn't open it.

Priya tried it as well. I saw her.

Ah, yes. Priya.

Now, that was the cleverest bit.

Two people who hate each other, they have done for years,

arriving independently of each other.

Both try the lock and find it bolted.

No-one would ever believe that they were in it together

Or that they were in love.

Felix?

I saw these bottles in Finn's fridge.

And it didn't mean anything at the time,

but a few things fell into place

when Constable Wilkinson completed his search.

This one... ..was in the recycling.

That's your brand, isn't it...Bunny?

It'll be fine, Bunny.

Fishing mate.

We checked your phone records.

Not a fishing mate at all, you were talking to Priya.

Anyway, your prints are all over it.

An affair. So what?

No, not just an affair.

A conspiracy.

When Vince got that call from Dot, was...

..was that what did it for you?

You knew it was Dot on the phone. Hello, Vince.

You knew what he'd done to her,

what he could do to you.

How controlling he could be. How paranoid.

Uh, I mean, he had her sectioned.

He cut her off from her family.

Threatened to put her behind bars if she ever came back.

I mean, he could do the same to you...

..and you wouldn't see a cent.

I mean, he would pretend that you were dead...

..if it meant he got to keep his money.

That door was bolted.

She smashed it down.

Right, and we are back to the alarm.

What are you talking about? You killed him.

Before Vince had the chance to take another woman you loved

away from you.

You framed it as a suicide,

turning Vince's own ghost story against him.

You destroyed the bolt, and the last crucial step,

you turned on the alarm.

And why would I do that? Because you needed a witness.

You needed someone other than you to be here as soon as possible

to tell us that the door was locked and bolted.

Otherwise, no-one would ever believe it was a suicide.

Finn left the door unlocked, and then you locked it, Priya.

And then pretended you were unlocking it

so that when Lottie tried it, the door wouldn't open.

And then all you needed was someone to destroy the evidence.

And who better than Lottie?

A first responder who would trust

what her stepmum and brother said to her in the moment,

and would come prepared to knock down a door if required.

And, Priya, you had given him what he needed.

You planted the crowbar that Finn used to destroy the bolt.

But, Finn, you left it in the back of your van.

Two sets of prints.

Yours, Priya. And yours, Finn.

And you got what you wanted.

Each other.

Finn Ogden. Priya Ogden.

You would have got it all in the end.

You could have shared it.

But the thought of spending your life with someone

when you knew your true love lay elsewhere...

..you couldn't do it, could you?

You know that if you don't have love....

..you don't have anything.

You're under arrest for the murder of Vince Ogden.

You don't have to say anything, but anything you do or say

may be used against you in court.

Do you understand?

What even is chicken salt?

Is it...is it made from a chicken? Is it...is it made from salt?

I mean, can I make it at home from household ingredients?

A mystery.

Why on earth are you saying all of this?

I mean, have you learned nothing about me?

Just to provide a, uh... distraction.

Oh.

The boss told us that you were heading back to the UK, so...

It's a boomerang. Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yes, it is.

Which in some Indigenous cultures signifies...

Returning. Yeah.

My pop made it.

Hey.

Uh.

Thank you.

Everyone.

I mean, you are an extremely odd person...

..and you have so many waistcoats.

I can't quite get my head around it.

But you are a tremendous detective.

It's been a pleasure. Mm.

Mackenzie?

Uh... Hey.

I heard from DI Mooney that I can return this to you.

Your warrant card.

Thank you.

I remember when you graduated from the academy.

I pinned your badge on your chest.

Is this your way of saying that I'm letting you down again?

Oh, I think that's a little bit dramatic.

We are what we are, aren't we?

One day, you got a great member of your team, and the next...

Not unfamiliar.

I am sorry.

Yes.

So am I.

Oh, you're not going to... No.

Because I really couldn't deal with that scene again.

I'm not. It's just grotesque.

Yeah, no, I agree. I agree.

Well...

..don't let me keep you.

Oh.

So, finally, I'm like, this is it.

And we'll go for a walk along our beach.

We'll come back here, where we first got together.

Engagement story. And...

I haven't got you booked for another five minutes.

And I ain't missing the speeches. Trevor.

Pull your head in.

And I'm like, my God, he doesn't remember any part of it.

This is going to be a total surprise.

So, I get down on one knee, pop the question,

and guess what he's got in his pocket.

He was gonna do it at exactly the same time...

No way.

..in the exact same spot where we had our first kiss,

and I thought he'd forgotten.

Not a chance.

Aw.

It's like they're on the same wavelength.

I love you, darling. I love you, babe.

And I can't wait to marry you as soon as possible

in a modest beachside ceremony.

Yeah, see?

Give the people what they want.

Thank you so much for coming, everyone.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. And drinks on us.

Yes. Yes, please.

Drink? Yes, please.

Alright, let's go, then.

Just, uh, let me say congratulations.

Glenn, tell her she's got five minutes max or I cancel the booking.

Oh.

I'm starting the meter.

I mean, I can't say I'll miss Trevor.

So, you're...you're actually leaving now?

In, uh, no more than five minutes.

Um...yeah,

I just...I thought I would drop by to say congratulations.

Congratulations. Thank you.

I just...I didn't think it'd be so soon.

Yeah, well...

..they need me back in London, and, you know,

it was never meant to be permanent.

No.

Mm.

I don't really fit here, do I?

Not like you and Daisy.

Pure Dolphin Cove, you two.

Yeah.

But it was always the best thing about you, though,

that you knew there was more out there for you.

I've enjoyed having you back,

even for a short time.

It's been...

I'm gonna miss you, is what I'm saying.

Yeah.

I am going to miss you, too.

Uh...

You'd better... Yeah.

See ya, Mack.

Goodbye, Glenn.

$9.80.

$10. Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming.

$10.20 now.

You can see me, Trevor!

Oh, Frankie.

Oh, there you are. Oh, gorgeous girl.

I have to go. She has to go.

I have to go. But I love you.

No, you can't come with me.

OK, come on. I'll take you back.

Two minutes.

Shut up, Trevor! Or I'll stay.

Come on.

No, that's cool, leave the door open. That's mad.

Come here, girl.

I know, Frankie. I know.

I think I still love her too.

Glenn! Some photos?

Yeah.

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