Original subtitles

So, you're here to do what, exactly?

I'm just trying-

Trying to rescue your flagging career,

by raking over our small-town tragedy.

- How's your article going? - Something's still missing.

Like, how you're involved in this whole Byron Swift thing.

Swift didn't kill the couple I found on the scrublands.

The cafe lady alibied him.

Yeah, 'cause she was screwing him.

[Martin] You should've told me.

That I was having an affair with a mass-murdering priest?

Yeah, sorry I didn't wanna lead with that.

Martin Scarsden is a journalist.

Careful who you trust.

- [coughing] - [all chuckling]

- What is that skunk? - Hydro.

No bush bud around here any more.

Used to be tons of it.

[Martin] What's growing around here?

Don't think this could be defined as personal use, can it?

It's not mine. I found it here.

[Byron] Hope the safety's on, Robbie.

What are you doing here?

[Martin] It was Byron's land.

That's how he funded all his good deeds.

And I don't even think Byron Swift was his real name.

[shutter clicks]

That's Byron in combat gear.

Looks like he was on a squad of some sort.

I've got the number for a lawyer with Defence

who's done a couple of inquiries.

- [Lilly on phone] Yes? - Ms Coulson?

Byron Swift isn't showing up on any military searches.

And that interests me.

[Lilly on phone] I'll text you a meeting place in the morning.

[gunshot]

[Martin] Somebody sends me a warning shot,

I know I'm getting close.

Who to?

[Martin] Okay, what's the link? What's the link?

You bought a cop in on this. What was that all about?

Robbie is a good lad.

He trusts me.

And he will do exactly as I say.

- [opera music playing] - [crowd chatters]

[sighs]

[Byron] Give virtue to these hands, O Lord,

so they might serve you

with purity of mind and body.

And repel all the souls you leave.

[sighs]

[classical music plays]

[foreboding music plays]

[telephone rings]

[sighs]

Good morning. St James Riversend,

Father Byron Swift speaking.

[Lilly on phone] Hello, Julian.

It's been a while.

[intense music playing]

How did you find me?

[Lilly] The Working With Children card

triggered an alert.

Got your face in the system.

I didn't touch any of those kids, okay? It's all lies.

[Lilly] That bullshit is the least

of your problems, Corporal.

They know where you are.

[inhales, sighs]

[line ringing]

- [Mandy on phone] Hello? - Hey, it's me.

Hey.

[Byron] I'm leaving Riversend. Will you come with me?

[chuckling] What?

Now. Okay? We have to go right now.

Father Swift!

[music crescendos, fades]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps approaching]

Hey!

What happened to your face?

Oh, ah, someone took a shot at me last night.

- What? - No. Don't worry about it.

Byron didn't start the weed crop, did he?

Well, that's what he said.

Okay, but what if the massacre victims set it up?

They were ordinary, had normal jobs.

[Martin] Yeah, exactly.

The Newkirks were farmers.

So, they had access to ploughs, irrigation, fertiliser.

Grosvenor was a mechanic, so he could fix machinery.

Torlini was an accountant, so he could fix the books.

And Craig Landers-

Half those guys didn't even know each other.

Yeah, but what if the crop's what connected them all?

Come on. We gotta check your files,

see if any of them had a record.

I... I told Sergeant Piccini about the crop.

I'm suspended.

Yeah, but you still got your keys.

Oh, come on, Robbie.

You gotta do this.

The story is about to come together.

"The story."

It's all about the story, isn't it?

Nothing else matters to you,

not people, privacy-

Mate, I couldn't have gotten this far without you-

I'm not your mate.

You used me.

Byron used me.

He's bullshit. "Heroes of Riversend" is bullshit.

It's all bullshit, mate.

Yeah, you're right.

Ever since Byron arrived,

this town has been a pack of lies.

And that's not gonna change until

the truth behind the massacre comes out.

And I can't get to that truth without you.

So forget me, and fuck the story,

and do it for the town.

[chuckles softly]

Come on.

[mysterious music playing]

[dog barking in distance]

[Robbie] Craig Landers,

no drugs, no criminal record...

Well, what about the others?

Tom Newkirk's clean, so is Alf.

[keys clicking]

Hugh Grosvenor was arrested

for drunk and disorderly five years ago.

Of course he was.

And Gerry Torlini had a complaint of bullying

by a former employee.

No charges laid.

Well, you know, they're...

They're all, you know, respectable... ish.

- [scoffs] - [Martin] No. No links to drugs.

Did the Newkirks have rifles?

Well, mate, all farmer have rifles.

I mean, Craig Landers had a couple too, both licensed.

Only mention he's got is driving with a bung headlight.

I mean, not exactly Pablo Escobar.

When was Craig pulled over?

The busted headlights. What was the date?

January 01...

New Year's day last year.

So, the day after Damo and Jill�s van was rammed.

Yeah, I mean-

Apparently Craig said

he was on his way to a mechanic's in Bellington

to get the headlights replaced.

What mechanic in Bellington is open on New Year's day?

- Ah. Hugh Grosvenor. - Hugh Grosvenor. Yeah.

[Martin] Yeah, he would be open, wouldn't he?

If him and Craig were in a hurry to repair that headlight.

[Robbie] I reckon Jamie Landers might know something.

[ominous music plays]

[gunshots on phone]

[knocks on door]

[Martin] Hey, Jamie.

Thought I'd drop by and see how you're travelling.

[video game sounds continue]

You're getting out today.

Is your mum here?

I guess she must be 'cause I, uh...

I saw your dad's ute outside.

It's a pretty cool car, by the way.

Shame you had to replace the headlight.

Lenses don't quite match.

Anything to say about that, Jamie?

Yeah. Fuck off.

[emotional music playing]

Yeah, fair enough.

I'm sorry, mate.

Look, I don't exactly know what's going on...

but shit is always happening and...

sometimes, you just get caught up in it.

Might not be what we intended or...

might not even really be our fault but...

sometimes, you just find yourself in the middle

of this whole fucking disaster.

[sombre music plays]

And it makes you ask yourself, "Did I cause this?"

You know, "Could I have done something different?"

And it can really mess you up.

But I know one thing,

is that the only way to free yourself off of it

is to shove that shit right out in the open.

That's enough, please! Leave him alone!

Ah! Look, Jamie, you can help yourself and your mum.

But you just need to tell the truth.

[Fran] Who do you think you are?

[Jamie sniffles] Uh...

I only hid in the ute 'cause dad never took me hunting

like he promised he would.

- [engine running] - [Jill screaming]

- [Jill] Jesus, Damo, go, go! - [Damo] No, I'm trying!

- I'm fucking trying! - [engine sputtering]

Fuck!

[indistinct shouting]

[gunshot]

- [Jill screaming] - What the fuck, man.

The fuck are you doing?

Please! Please, no!

[Jamie breathing heavily]

[gun cocks]

[indistinct screaming]

...got it!

[breathing heavily]

Aw, shit, Jamie.

[Jamie] Then they hid the...

bodies in the old tank.

I didn't wanna watch but dad made me.

Said it was a punishment for being where I shouldn't have,

hiding in the ute.

Said if I told anyone,

we'd both go to jail and...

and mum would top herself.

But you did tell someone, didn't you?

You told Byron.

Let us pray.

[emotional music playing]

[fire crackling]

[Tom] If we hadn't have done what we'd done,

we would've gone to jail.

This way, we got a chance of staying here.

- I know what you are, mate! - You are an accessory to murder.

[Tom] Okay, but the-

[Craig] Everything is gonna be fine.

[Byron] This is how you sort things, is it?

Hm? Murdering a couple of harmless kids?

Little wuss just couldn�t keep his mouth shut-

I knew you were thick Craig,

but I had no idea you were this fucking thick.

I think all of need to take a good look at yourselves.

And you...

you pathetic little fuck.

Oi! Cunt!

[both grunting]

This... This is fucking over!

Yeah?

No more new cars,

no more extra cash,

no more little nest eggs, Gerry.

It's fucking done.

- You can't stop this, mate. - It's done!

Yeah, I burned it.

I burned the fucker to the ground.

If any one of you think about starting this shit up again...

I'll make sure you all get put away for a very,

very long time.

You fucking scum.

[Craig] Get the fuck off.

Jesus. [inhales deeply]

- What are you doing? - [ling ringing]

[Harley on phone] What is it?

We've got a real problem.

- [door shuts] - Jesus.

Flick said you were shot at last night?

Oh, yeah. Seems someone doesn�t like me.

Only half the town. I�ve wanted to kill you myself.

I know why Byron did it.

You should put something on that, it'll get infected-

So, Gerry, Alf, Craig,

- Tom, Hugh... - I don't care any more.

...Byron was in on the drug crop with them.

No, no, Mandy, please. Just wait.

It was Craig and Tom who killed those kids in the scrublands.

Jamie was hiding in the back of Craig's ute.

He saw them.

He told Byron and then...

Byron killed them all.

[sighing]

I think it was his form of justice.

And maybe...

Maybe his way of protecting you.

Protecting his flock.

But why like that at the church?

Well, that I don't know yet.

[sighs]

Thank you for finding out. [chuckles]

[phone chimes]

Sorry.

- Where's Waldron Reservoir? - [Mandy] Uh...

A 150 ks back up the highway.

An hour, hour-and-half�s drive.

- Okay, I've gotta go. Sorry. - [Mandy sighs]

Sorry, I've just gotta meet a contact-

Oh, just get on with it then.

- [Liam cries] - [sighs]

[Jason] What about "Jebediah"?

[Shaz] I'm not naming our baby Jebediah.

Okay. "Ezra"?

Ugh! Sounds like something you spit!

[chuckling]

Okay, all right.

We'll name him "Wick,"

after the greatest character that Keanu Reeves's ever played.

Mm-hm.

[chuckles]

[Shaz] I don�t care what we call him, you know.

Really just want all this to be done by the time he�s born.

He won't like it.

The year�s up. What can he do?

[Harley groans]

Oh, come on.

[soft music plays]

We were in the neighbourhood.

You're gonna invite us in or what?

[Liam coos]

So, this is your great-grandmother�s.

Not much call for it these days.

- Very pretty. - [Harley] Yeah.

Oh, uh, here's your spoon.

Here. There's some, uh... Some nice biscuits.

[sighs] Shop not open?

Since the media left, not much business.

Must be tough for the both of you.

Liam�s dad in the picture?

Never even in the frame.

A drunk weekend slip-up.

Ah.

[sighs]

Why are you here?

Told you.

- I came back to look after mum. - [Harley] I know that.

And she's gone.

So why are you still here?

You�ve been a shit dad.

Maybe I�ve been a shit daughter too.

[scoffs] Let's not dwell on that.

But of all the shitty men in my life,

you�re kind of coming up trumps right now.

[smacks lips]

You�re proud, Mandalay, you�re like your mother.

But if you were out here with me, I could... lend a hand.

Be like a proper granddad.

[grunts]

- Think of your boy. - [Liam cooing]

He's a Reagan.

[Liam coos]

Do you wanna have a go?

Yeah?

- [Liam giggles] - [chuckles]

[dramatic music playing]

[car door opens, shuts]

Ms Coulson.

Were you followed?

No!

I'm a little over the cloak and dagger.

You don't know what's at stake.

You'd called Swift the morning of the massacre.

Didn't you?

Why?

This is just deep background.

I�m not providing corroborating evidence.

Okay.

And you have to keep my name out of it.

We never met.

Seven people connected to Swift are dead,

and I�m lucky not to be the eighth.

So how about you just tell me what you know

and we go from there.

Watch this.

[helicopter whirring]

- [buzzer buzzing] - [lock clicks]

Take those off him.

An SAS team went over the Afghanistan-Pakistan border

to take out a Taliban cell...

Off the books.

I was sent to do an investigation.

The moment I touched down in Afghanistan,

it was obvious everyone wanted

the whole thing resolved very quietly.

[Lilly on recording] Record of interview between

Lilly Coulson and Corporal Julian Flynt,

January 11th, 2017.

Corporal, I�m a lawyer appointed by Defence

to enquire into Operation Scorpion

during which 12 enemy were killed,

as were seven civilians.

Three women, two teenage boys and two children.

During the course of the mission,

four of your team also died.

Only you and your Sergeant survived.

I think Operation Scorpion was a scorched earth op,

that you were ordered to leave no witnesses.

But you need to talk to me, Corporal.

Your Sergeant's talking.

[tense music builds up]

According to him, all those deaths,

enemy and civilian, were down to you.

He says you acted with complete disregard for human life

and collateral damage,

including to your fellow soldiers.

Is that your recollection?

[children and women screaming in a distance]

[gunshot rings]

[Lilly] Corporal.

I know you don�t want to dob on your mates,

but you need to get your version on record.

I don't believe you're responsible.

Your loyalty is admirable,

but it�s misplaced.

You�re not just facing a court martial and jail;

Pakistan is screaming for blood.

SAS, Defence, the Federal government,

they�re considering handing you over,

and if they do, there�s no trial,

no prison...

just a black hood and a one-way ticket to Islamabad.

Julian.

They have abandoned you.

You are on your own.

He escaped from custody that night.

They searched, ended up listing him MIA.

And frankly, they hoped he was dead.

It meant Operation Scorpion never happened.

And no one else was gonna talk.

An illegal raid with a bunch of dead civilians

and most of an SAS team

would've been a disaster for Defence and Foreign Affairs.

But how did Corporal Julian Flint,

arrested in Afghanistan,

end up as Father Byron Swift in Riversend?

[Lilly] A devout young Englishman called Byron Swift

was doing missionary work in Laos.

Somehow Julian made his way to Laos from Afghanistan,

met Swift, stole his identity.

Maybe his faith was real,

maybe it's not.

I can't work it out.

Anyway, when Police in Bellington received

a sexual abuse complaint against a rural priest

called Byron Swift,

they ran a check on his Working With Children card.

Because the real Swift had worked in South East Asia,

a hot bed of paedophilia,

it pinged an alert with Border Security, and...

...facial recognition software matched

the picture on the Working With Children card

with Julian Flynt,

AWOL war criminal.

Ordered the Federal Police to Riversend ASAP.

But you phoned him first.

[telephone ringing]

[Martin] Told them the Feds were on their way.

[Lilly] I believed he was being made a scapegoat.

And if I could get his statement,

get to the truth, I could hold the people in charge to account.

�Leave no witnesses."

Fuckers.

Yeah, but instead he shot five people and suicided by cop.

Problem solved.

Till you started digging,

freaked everyone out again.

[scoffs]

You know, I think there�s a Fed in Riversend.

A woman. Tall.

Says she�s from the Bureau of Metrology...

[chuckles] Jacqui Goffing.

Yeah.

They're there to make sure you don�t undermine

the "sex abuser priest goes berserk" story.

- Are you going to Canberra? - [car door opens]

Nope. Still don't know who started the sex abuse lie.

[car door shuts]

[Jase] Who's that?

It's just Mandy.

She's going. Come on.

- Hey, Mandy. - Hey, Shaz.

How's the bladder?

Oh, you know, under here somewhere.

[both chuckle]

[Mandy] Oh, my bag.

Can you hold him for a second?

- Oh. - Got him?

You've held one of those before.

- Yeah. Well... - Well? Yeah.

[Harley] Go on. Oh, look at that!

We're, uh, we're done.

[Harley] Hm. Oh!

You wanna leave my employ?

Yes, he wants to leave your fucking employ.

Deal was a year, it's been a year.

[clicks tongue] Actually, Sharon,

your time working for me ends when I say it ends.

Well, Jason's.

He's the most skilled employee.

Keep your end of the deal,

or we'll tell the cops what really goes on out here.

And who will they believe responsible?

Huh? Me?

Or the pregnant Black girl

and her ex-con boyfriend I took pity on,

and who repaid me by betraying my trust

on my own land?

On whose land?

[smacks lips]

You know I pay you.

And I let you live here.

So, if you want that half-breed mongrel of yours

that you're about to spit out,

to have anything to eat,

you need to stop fucking whining.

Oh, found it?

Yep. I mean, unless this is yours.

[laughs]

Hooroo. Bye!

[Lilly] All right.

- Bye, Liam. - Bye, Harley.

- Bye, bye! - [car starts]

[intense music playing]

I'll sell it. Soon as I can.

I was thinking, when business picks up,

you get a new console, some new games.

Are you coming?

It was all my fault.

Everything.

No. It's not.

And it was brave of you to tell Martin the truth.

But it was Father Swift

that did the really terrible thing,

who betrayed you.

Okay?

What happened with Father Swift,

that was his fault.

You don't understand! It- It just...

- Stop! Enough! - You don't get it!

[Fran] Jamie, Jamie, come on. Hey.

Look at me.

Whatever happened...

it's all right.

Jamie.

Just tell me.

- Yello! - [knocks door]

Say, climate patterns not interesting any more?

[sighs] It seemed pretty stable, so...

think I'll move on.

You know, you might've been a bit vague

on your connection to Byron Swift

because you knew him under his real name.

Julian Flynt.

Any comment on covering up a war crime,

Agent Goffing of the Australian Federal Police?

My readers would love to know your thoughts on

Australia�s illegal incursion into Pakistan too.

You have been busy.

Just holding up press freedom

- and the public�s right to know. - [chuckles]

"The public right to know"?

Ever heard of the National Security Act?

Any unauthorised disclosure of information related to

a special intelligence operation is five-years jail.

If the disclosure endangers an operation

or impacts health and safety,

make it ten.

How�s your health and safety, Mr Scarsden?

Ah! I have been threatened a bit recently.

Did you shoot at me?

If it was me, your brains would be all over your motel door.

[chuckles] Crack shot are you?

Hey, just like your boy Flynt.

[Fran] Martin?

It�s not only the skies that can open, Scarsden.

If you publish,

shit will rain down on you till you�re drowning in it.

[scoffs] Deft weather analogy, Agent.

[engine starts]

Goodbye, sunshine.

[Fran] We need to talk to you.

Mate, look, if it�s about the Scrublands Murders,

- you should go to the police- - No, no, no! It's not!

It's not about that.

[softly] Hm?

Last year,

I went to the cops and told �em something.

[Fran] He gave a statement that

Father Swift had sexually abused him.

But it wasn�t true. None of it.

He never touched me...

Or anyone.

Then why say it?

His father made him.

Made him lie.

[Robbie] Craig Landers?

He came up with the paedophile story?

[Martin] Mm.

Damaged Byron�s reputation

before he could say anything about the weed or the murders.

- Hm. - [Martin] Discredit him,

get him arrested,

moved on by the church.

What?

I- I don't know.

It's just, it�s a bit complicated for Craig, you know?

Bit brainy. [chuckles]

I mean, Craig's idea of cleverness was a fart.

Well, it could�ve been Alf, Tom, any of them.

Well, none of them were criminal masterminds.

I mean, story like that, I don't know.

Sophisticated, strategic.

"Talk to Harley."

Byron's last words were, "Talk to Harley."

I thought it might've had something to do with Mandy,

but what if he was telling you that Harley was in on it?

- You coming? - I've got no authority, mate.

I'm probably not even a cop any more.

It's not all bullshit...

what you did.

That wasn't bullshit.

And it wasn't corrupt.

And what you�ve just done...

Mate...

that took guts.

Cheers, mate.

[chuckles softly]

Go on, get out of here.

[birds squawking]

Shaz?

- You all right? - [Shaz gasping]

[Martin] Here.

Thanks.

[panting]

Where you going?

Springfields.

All right, me too. Hop in.

He wasn't trying to kill you.

Jason, he's a good shot.

He meant to miss.

Your partner?

What... What? He's the one who shot at me?

Yeah, only because Harley told him to.

- Can we just go now, please? - No! No!

I think you need to tell me what's going on.

[breathing heavily]

Harley�s had Jason watching you since you got here.

The other night, when he saw you snoopin� around the old crop,

he told Jase to give you a fright so you�d fuck off.

- So Harley was part of the weed. - [Shaz] Okay?

Can we get to Springfields now?

Why? What's happening up there?

Shaz, please. Come on.

Harley's into meth now.

- Meth? - [Shaz panting]

It started when that priest burned the old crop

and shot everyone.

Jason's cooking for him.

He's gone up to run a batch.

A secret one.

You're ripping Harley off?

No, we are owed it.

He never paid us what he owed us.

And always with the threats, sayin� he�d dob Jase in...

And Jase was supposed to be back hours ago.

When he didn�t come, I just started walking.

'Cause if Harley's found him...

You found that other couple, you know what happened to 'em.

Okay. Okay. Let's- Let�s just get back into town.

- Get Robbie- - No, please!

It could be too late by then!

Please!

[softly] Please.

Okay!

[crying]

Oh, come on.

Hey, buddy, you're okay.

- Go to sleep. - [continues crying]

[sighs wearily]

[soft music]

[baby continues crying]

[crying louder]

Oh, fuck it.

[Martin] The lab�s at the homestead?

"Hiding in plain sight," Harley called it.

He reckoned us driving in and out of the scrublands

would be too suspicious,

but us coming here,

supposedly helping him renovate.

[Martin] But what if Harley's here?

[Shaz] We gotta hope that he isn't.

- Wait. - [car door beeps]

How come Jase isn't back?

Shaz, wait.

Aw, shit.

We really should get the cops.

You don't have to come.

- [Shaz grunts] - [Martin whispers] Shit.

[glasses clinking, bubbling]

Oh, Jase. Thank God you're all right.

Shaz, no. What the fuck are you doing here?

- All right, let's go. - [Shaz coughs] Is he here?

[Jason] Yeah. He'll be back any second.

- [Martin] Come on, let's go! - [gun cocks]

[Martin] Come on-

Jason doesn't get an early mark.

Especially since he's been taking product

that doesn�t belong to him.

Please, just let her go.

Let her go?

I knew you were up to something.

Lucky I can smell a rat when they come calling.

All right, I�ll stay, I�ll cook.

Fucking please, just let her go.

Ah, probably just be simpler to... kill you.

Another young couple with something to hide...

go missing.

Disgraced journalist tops himself.

You're gonna have to come up with a better story than that.

No wife, no family,

failing at your job, that makes very good copy.

No, �Landed gentry turns crime boss."

Now, that�s good copy.

[Harley] You think you�re an investigator.

[scoffs]

- You�re just a hack... - [coughing]

...who trades on people's misery.

Oh, says the ice dealer.

- My family made this place. - [coughs]

[Harley] Claimed it, cleared it,

fenced it, farmed it.

We�ve always done whatever it takes

to keep it going.

Last 20 years, I�ve staved off bankruptcy,

got through drought, floods,

downturns,

waiting for the good times to come back so I-

I�d have a legacy, other than debt, to pass on.

Pass on?

What? To Mandy?

You really think she wants to be a part of this?

She won't know. [chuckles]

Another six months and I'm done,

and she and my grandson are back at Springfields...

[gasping]

where they belong.

Look, I may be a hack, but I know spin when I hear it.

You and that fucking priest.

Always so high and mighty.

- [grunts] - [Harley groans]

[men straining]

[grunts]

[both continue grunting]

[gunshot ricochets]

- Fuck. - [grunts]

Let's go. Come on!

- [Shaz] Jase! - [Jason] Come on!

[Jason] Come on! Come on!

[dramatic music plays]

- [explosion] - [gasps]

[screaming]

[all gasping, panting]

Martin.

What's going on?

Where's Harley?

[Jason] In the lab.

[Mandy] What lab?

[screaming] No! Martin!

Forget the fucker!

[flames crackling]

[glasses shatter]

[Harley coughing]

[glasses shatter]

- [Harley continues coughing] - [Martin] Harley!

[sombre music plays]

[men coughing, grunting]

D- Dad!

- [Harley speaks indistinctly] - Dad!

[both men grunt, cough]

"Honouring your fucking ancestors."

That's a bloody lie.

Byron was a threat to all this, wasn't he?

To your delusions of fucking grandeur.

So you send Craig and the others to threaten him.

[Craig] Next time you're pissed off, Father,

Harley's just got Alf

to take Allen down to the Bellington cop shop,

swear that he saw you force yourself on my boy.

[sighs]

You see, you're not just a paedophile any more.

Now, you're one with a witness.

So, unless you want to spend the next 20 years in jail,

getting buggered senseless,

you better disappear, you better run away

where no one will ever find you.

And if you even think

about opening your mouth,

you just remember there's plenty of room in the scrublands

for your cop mate.

And little Mandalay Bond too.

You have had some impure thoughts about her,

haven�t you, Father?

First, I might have to have a little crack there myself.

Sweet little piece of arse like that going to waste?

Well, that really would be a sin.

Might even take her down to that little secret little spot

by the river.

There's no miracle coming to save you, Father.

You are on your own.

[Lilly] Julian,

you are on your own.

May God bless your soul,

Craig Landers.

[chuckles smugly]

[church bell tolling]

- [door opens] - [church bell tolling]

[car starts]

[Byron] See, on this side,

it's still all smooth.

If you flip it over,

still all rough edges.

A two-faced stone?

- A two-sided stone. - [chuckles]

[Byron] All things have passed away.

Behold.

All things have become you.

[cocks gun]

[melancholic music plays]

[cocks gun]

[Byron] This is how you solve things, is it?

Please! Please!

[gunshot]

[Byron] Murdering a couple of harmless kids?

You labour and you struggle,

and no one listens...

to your pleas or your fears.

No one listens...

to your individual pain.

- It's been great at school. - Yeah?

Day one of ten, bought us a laptop for each classroom.

[Fran] Oh, that's great.

[Kelly] It's another bloody miracle, that's what it is.

[Allen] I'm bored.

Yeah, he'll be ready soon.

[gun cocks]

[inhales deeply]

[Katherine] You're a good man, Byron.

To long life and happiness.

- To long life... - [clinks glass]

[Byron] ...and happiness.

I love you, Mandalay.

[emotional music playing]

[intense music plays]

- [gunshot] - [people screaming]

[Mandy] What did you do, dad?

You got 'em all killed, you fuckwit.

'Cause Byron had nothing to lose.

Now you've lost everything too.

[loud explosion]

- [flames crackling] - [glasses shattering]

[melancholic music plays]

[Mandy] Hey.

I'm really sorry.

What for?

[sighs] All those times I defended Byron,

- you believed he- - It's fine.

You were just trying to make sense of it.

Besides, I...

convinced myself that the best way to help Jamie

was to not talk about it,

to him, to anyone, just...

carry on as normal. [chuckles]

I loved Craig once.

How could he have put our son through that?

Fran.

Think we need to leave...

Look at a different horizon.

[Mandy] Here.

Think of it as a...

- ...gift from God or something. - [chuckles] Oh, my God.

[phone ringing]

Scarsden.

[Max on phone] "The War criminal, the Priest,

the drug syndicate and the cover-up -

The truth behind the Church Massacre."

It's a cracker, Marty. Maybe even a book.

Shh, Max,

his head�s big enough already.

Yeah, well, it�s just a draft.

I�m still polishing.

Mate, it�s running over double page in the paper edition.

And graphics have worked up some great stuff for online too.

Yeah, and what about the National Security Act?

[Max] Well, upstairs want to fight,

they wanna make a test case of the laws.

There's no guarantees, but they think they can handle it.

But if you do go to jail,

I�ll send you a cake with a file in it.

[chuckles] Well, thanks, Beth.

And hey, you can be my babysitter anytime.

- Thanks, Martin. - Yeah, all right.

Enough pocket-pissing.

You get back here as soon as possible.

There's a big story breaking about corruption in Dubai

and upstairs wants you on it.

[line cuts]

[emotional music playing]

[groans softly]

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[sighing] Oh, shit.

[indistinct conversations in distance]

- [boys cheering] - You got it! You got it!

[continue talking indistinctly]

[water splashes]

[soft music playing]

- [Liam cooing] - That is a big story.

How do you think Harley will do in prison?

Ugh, I don't know.

- [sighs] - [mouthing]

Thank you for risking your life to save him but...

he was only interested in me 'cause of Liam,

and continuing the Reagan legacy.

- [Liam giggles] - I guess Liam

will just have to do without a dad and a grandad, right?

- [Liam cooing] - [Mandy] Hm? Yeah.

Oh, you're still not much of a journalist, are you?

No mention of who Liam's dad was?

What happened to the truth, the all-truth-and-nothing-but?

Well, the story doesn't always come first.

Hmm.

Sometimes, you have to decide what really matters.

[Liam cooing]

Well, I...

haven't put much of a dent in this.

[sighs]

But when I'm done in Dubai, I thought I'd...

pop back to Riversend.

Maybe find my next read.

Well, you know who sells the best books in town.

You sell the only books in town.

[both laugh]

No option then.

[door opens, shuts]

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