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Ricky Larson! Don't move!

It was a 9mm you're after, yeah?

Yeah.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Let's put aside why Sonia was killed and look at how.

Did she have links to criminal activity?

Not that we're aware of. No.

Sonia Matthews may have been intimate

with someone other than her husband.

I get that I'm a suspect, but I loved my wife.

Does the name Gavin Butterfield ring any bells?

We went out once, but that was it.

She turned into a bit of a pest afterwards.

We have a video of Gavin Butterfield

and Sonia outside a bar.

Suggest something much darker.

Prick.

Senior Sgt Butterfield, we'd like to interview you about

the murder of Sonia Matthews.

They shot the wrong woman.

You need to come down to headquarters now.

I'll drive myself.

I'll call Maia, get her to do some research

on other Sonia Matthews.

(EXPLOSION)

(THEME MUSIC)

It's a terrifying scene here in Melton

and the heat from the devastating explosion

can still be felt radiating off the car hours later.

A crime scene was immediately declared and two suburban blocks

have been cordoned off to traffic while an army of forensic officers

comb the streets for any clue that might lead to an arrest.

Police have released the name of the officer

killed in the attack.

He was Senior Sgt Gavin Butterfield, a highly decorated member

of the elite Tactical Operations group.

Also present was Detective Senior Sgt Holly O'Rouke,

who miraculously escaped with minor injuries.

Detective O'Rouke is leading the investigation

into murdered Greensborough woman, Sonia Matthews,

although, any link between these two fatal incidents

has yet to be established.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(EXHALES)

Your mother started to go white when she was 30.

It's not... it's not white.

It's just... it's very, very blonde. (LAUGHS)

Now, even so, you've done well to last, isn't it?

I'm not going white.

OK. (LAUGHS)

1994 was last time.

What?

Last time a policeman was killed by a bomb in Australia.

Ah, right. It was the NCA officers in Adelaide.

Adelaide, yes. Yeah.

(MOBILE PHONE CHIMES)

Dad wanted to check you're OK.

Can I tell him you're crying your eyes out

and you need him back?

Just tell him I'm-I'm fine and I'll call him from work.

Hey... you OK?

Yeah. 'Cause you're not.

Thanks for last night, dad.

OK. See you later, sweetheart.

Bye, mum. Bye.

You won't get bombed again today, will you?

OK, see you.

Triumph.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

From the electoral, as requested,

all the other Sonia Matthews who live in Melbourne.

Thank you. Uh, what's going on?

Uh, been transferred. What?

Under the taskforce set up looking to Gavin's death.

When did that happen?

Overnight.

They put Dylan McKenzie in-charge and given him the pick of the crop.

He can't take my whole team, Kirsten.

He needs them, Holly,

and you have to give him a statement.

You saw the car moving.

Now, that confirms that the bomb wasn't wired to the ignition.

Now, that is a critical piece of evidence, Holly.

It means it had to be detonated by someone with line of sight,

probably, using a phone like the Taliban do with their IEDs

and we cannot risk doing anything

that might make your statement inadmissible.

An upside is you get to go back to basics

and focus on finding out exactly who Sonia Matthews was mistaken for.

What, without a team?

You've got the electoral role.

Go knock on some doors.

Get some fresh air, Holly.

What's really going on here, Kirsten?

Am I being set up to fail?

(SIGHS)

Look, Holly.

The problem you've got... is Gavin Butterfield.

He was convincing a lot of people that you had already failed,

that you'd made a big mistake going after Sonia's husband so fast.

Now, I know you better than that, but it doesn't matter what I say.

You have to win them back.

(THEME MUSIC)

Hey. Hey.

Hey, listen, um...

Mike, Sonia Matthews' husband,

is throwing a memorial service for her on Sunday.

I mean, he's put invites on all his socials.

We just should have a presence there, Dylan.

I just need my team for a couple of hours.

Hols, I can't... I can't. It's the same day as Gail's funeral.

I can't ask people to miss that. OK.

But wait, wait, wait. Wait, stop. Stop, Hols.

How-how are you?

Because you're so lucky, you're 5m closer...

Yeah, I know. Um, I don't wanna talk about it.

Alright.

Is there any update on our situation?

I told Luke.

About us? Or just being pregnant?

I mean, not just... not just pregnant, you know?

Yeah, I told him, Dylan,

I mean, he knows it's not his so...

How did he take that?

I mean, you could ask him.

Well, he's pissed with me, right?

Yeah, because that's all that we talked about,

how it affected you.

Yeah, alright, I...

What does... what does he want you to do?

I don't know. Fuck, Dylan. I don't know.

It wasn't the time

for a rational conversation, so, I...

Hey, hey, alright. It's alright.

OK. He just walked out.

He's not answering my phone calls

and he's not answering my text messages.

It's not... It's really embarrassing.

Stop it.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(SIGHS) Fuck.

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PHONE RINGS)

Luke, hi.

Thanks for asking about me this morning.

I'm OK. I'm a bit shaken.

Hey, listen, if you've got a moment, only if you've got a moment,

could you maybe just duck home

and check I turned off the curling wand?

I can't remember and you know how that just drives me crazy

because I don't wanna burn down the house...

Our house.

Thanks.

Hi. Are you far?

(TRUCK REVS)

So, they killed the wrong Sonia?

The wrong woman.

I mean, maybe it was a different Sonia.

It could have been the wrong Sonia.

All we know is that someone told Gavin

that our Sonia Matthews wasn't meant to be killed at all.

So, the real target was someone else entirely but who told Gav?

Who does he know in the crime world?

Where do I start?

Well, you tell me, I don't know.

Well, any luck with the gun tip?

Uh, we did the raid.

We found three Glocks but none of them murder weapon.

But the serial numbers suggest that one of the guns is missing, so...

OK, well, then, if we go with that, Ricky's pretty careful

about who he deals with.

They tend to use the same guys. I don't know who they are.

So, let's talk to them now.

(LAUGHS) What?

They're hardcore bikies, Hols.

They'll hardly talk to me let alone you.

(LAUGHS)

I suppose we could... we could talk to one of their

interstate druggies.

I know mates...

Yeah, you know, bikies, uh, doesn't mind a chat

if we approach him the right way.

We? Yeah.

Wanna taste them all?

Oh... Hey?

(LAUGHS) Come on.

(BIKE REVS)

Well, I put out for you all the time.

As soon as I-I need

something from you, you're like, "Oh, what's happening?

I can't do that for you."

Oh, fucking that's what I love about you, babe.

Come here, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. No.

Come on. Fuck off.

Come on. Don't be like... Get out of here. Stop it.

Come on.

Well, come on, fuck, I'm not a magician.

I can't just wipe me magic wand and fix everything.

Fuck, Sonia. We haven't even tried.

You know what? You're useless.

Are you still talking?

That... that's what's talking. Oi, oi!

Fuck.

You got a, uh, got a mixed grill, mate?

Yeah.

And...

Yeah, give us a... give us a pot.

Bet it's cheap.

No worries.

Thanks.

(BIKE REVS)

You gotta be joking me!

You always let your bitch take your bike...

Hey! Good.

Yeah, hey mate, I thought you were driving

a rig up to Brizzy, mate?

No, I'll leaving tomorrow, maybe.

Oh... So, who's your new girl?

Oh, fucking needy bitch. Damn.

I think she's a great root,

but, Christ, you know, some women, hey?

She got nice tits.

I tell you, I wouldn't say no if she asked me nicely.

(ON PHONE) I'm bloody sure you wouldn't but you try it,

you'll be singing soprano.

(LAUGHTER)

So, what's the problem?

Yeah, doesn't matter. Nothing.

No, come on. Spit it out.

You know, she got mixed up

with one of her... only brothers, Earl.

And, of course, it all goes to shit, don't it?

And anyway, they think she's dogged on them.

Mm.

They call her a dead woman, alright?

And now she wants me to figure out

whether they are meant to them or not.

I'm like, "How the fuck do I know?"

So, this look like, I could just go and ask them, is it?

No.

So, you haven't, uh, you haven't heard anything

around the traps, have you,

about a contract on a girl like that?

Actually, what's her name?

Sonia. Why?

Oh, well, it could mean nothing,

I mean, there's a million Sonias around, right?

Yeah.

(ON PHONE) You know about that hit last week,

the woman in the driveway?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, word is, it was a total cock-up.

Wrong bitch entirely.

Fuck. Where did you hear that?

I think, they were the ones who organise

the weapon or something.

All I know is this massive, like, a mix up.

Trigger man shot the wrong girl.

(LAUGHS) Hm.

I mean... there's more.

I'll send you a copy and the transcript.

Is that Keith?

After hours. No conflict.

OK, so, where does that leave you?

Well, it confirms where Gavin got his information

from but otherwise, nowhere much.

It doesn't really help us find the real target.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Get that if you have to.

No, uh, no. It's-it's not urgent.

Anyway, so, we're now looking at other Sonia Matthews

who live in Melbourne.

So, at least that's a start, right?

But if none of them are suburban mums in their 30s...

And you've got no idea what it's about?

No, we just got a whole bunch of question marks,

you know, like, who's the top dog?

Why did they order the hit?

Who did they get to carry out the hit?

Who's the real target?

We do know that Ricky supplied the gun

but he won't admit it and probably

never even saw who picked it up, I mean, that's what you do.

You just...

The less you know, the safer you are.

That's the rules.

Well, you know

you've got a good feel for these things.

Back yourself.

Do you know? Huh?

'Cause you're just assuming that both suspects are men.

Bet you 100 bucks, they are.

You can't afford that.

Anyway, I'm about to start briefing my taskforce into Gavin's murder

so from now on, it's better we have no contact.

Should've said that eight weeks ago, huh?

Well, I'm glad I didn't.

(SIGHS)

Hey, listen. I-I texted Luke.

Oh, text. That's brave.

Well, considering you already jumped the gun and told him,

I didn't have many options, did I?

Anyway, I just said if, when he ever wants to beat me up,

throw a beer on my face, I'm happy to make.

I wouldn't blame him.

But, I've got no regrets, Hols.

So just think, sometimes good decisions

can have bad outcomes

and bad decisions can have good outcomes.

It's possible.

Is it?

(SOFT MUSIC)

(ON PHONE) Hi, Holly.

Just got to the house to pick up some clothes

and it's burnt to the ground.

No, just kidding. It's all good.

But look, that aside, thank you for the heartfelt apology.

No, wait. That-that wasn't it, was it?

What you talked about was your curling wand.

That puts a marriage in perspective, doesn't it?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Quiet. Quiet.

Alright.

Alright, uh,

the cop as effective as Gav

put away a lot of people, made a lot of enemies.

Not helped by his dedication to easing the trauma suffered

by their wives and girlfriends.

Fuck you, Gav. Yeah.

Regardless of what you think of that,

he was a very effective cop,

and it's our job to find the prick that did this time.

Now, we've managed to round things down to a pretty short list

of genuine suspects.

Eli?

OK, team.

All these guys are on our list of people

who at one point threatened Gav.

They're also the ones who can't prove

where they were when Gav was killed.

We've got Sam Kufosi, Vic Persa, Michael Moses,

Jimmy Lamont and David Chan.

Now, I'm gonna be splitting up

into teams of five to put each of these blokes

under the microscope, right?

Then, we're gonna swarm all over 'em till one of them cracks,

uh, Vic Persa's even done time for trying to kill Gav

but Jimmy Lamont has only recently been paroled

and Maia Kirsner is gonna tell us more about that one.

Well, we know Sgt Butterfield had been harassing Sonia Matthews

and he initially said he was at work when Sonia was murdered

but we now know from the statement I took yesterday

regarding the matter that he wasn't at work at all.

He was at Jimmy Lamont's house.

Jimmy got out of Bowen Jail about 11:30

and when he arrived home after a four-year stretch,

he found the cop who'd put him away screwing his wife...

which is why I thought we should put him on this list.

Yep, that's why we agreed.

Here's how I split you up into teams.

Alright, if you can't see your name up there,

you're staying here on admin duties.

So, get organised, get armed and go rattle some cages.

Get into it. Alright.

OK.

(BIRD CHIRPS)

Hm, gotcha.

Dad said he told you the house burnt down.

Oh, that wasn't very funny.

Oh, he thought it was fun.

That's good because you two are as bad as each other.

Well, it happens every morning.

We get halfway to school and then you suddenly go,

"Eek, don't turn off the curler."

It's because, eek, he can never remember.

And then you always call dad and then, he says...

"I thought you were gonna say sorry so he could come back home."

You haven't, have you?

She's had a bit on, darlin'.

I'm going to beach the day after tomorrow,

if you wanna come.

Sure. Uh, wait.

I've got...

I just have to be somewhere in the afternoon

but I can be there in the morning I promise.

Yes. Yes!

(CHUCKLES) Hm.

You're the best mum, love you.

Love you too. Bye, Bear.

Alright, I'm not surely. I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Hey.

Mm?

Does she know anything?

Look, you-you don't have to tell me what's happened.

It's up to you. But her guts are in a tangle.

I've said my piece. Glass of wine?

No, thanks. (CHUCKLES)

Well, you happened to be on top this week.

Uh-huh.

So, what's brought this on?

Not preggers, are you?

Is that your go-to, is it?

You drink as much as you like, Dad. Alright.

By the way, your fly's undone,

so, I guess we're both showing our age.

Forgetting to pull your fly up is not a sign of age.

Forgetting to pull it down, well, it's a dead check giveaway.

('WITH ROSES' BY THE WALKING WHO PLAYS)

OK, Sonia Matthews of Middle Park.

Are you a blonde in your 30s?

('WITH ROSES' BY THE WALKING WHO CONTINUES)

(DOOR KNOCKS)

Hi, I'm detective O'Rouke.

Are you, um...

('WITH ROSES' BY THE WALKING WHO CONTINUES)

Hi, uh, Sonia Matthews?

That's my grandma.

('WITH ROSES' BY THE WALKING WHO CONTINUES)

Oh, man.

(SIGHS)

Hey.

Where is everyone?

Out, rattling cages, busting down doors,

threatening people at gunpoint, forcing confessions.

You opted out?

I've been deployed elsewhere.

How are you coping?

Uh, pretty slowly with only one of me.

It's Sonia's memorial tomorrow. And can any of you come?

I promised Mike and I-I really need some extra eyes.

I'm sorry.

We have to be at Gavin's funeral service.

You have to be.

That's alright. Cool.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Come on, Bear!

I can see but...

Yeah. Oh.

At least he's not wearing his budgie smokers.

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

My mum and I used to say they scared away the fishes.

And people. Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

They're trying out for Baywatch Australia.

Dad!

Hey, kid. Whoa!

(LAUGHS)

Well, I'm gonna go make sure Bear doesn't drown.

OK.

See you. Bye.

Hi, Bear. Hey.

Hi.

I, um, I got your voice mail

and, yeah, fair point.

Well, I'm just glad you're OK.

Oh, thanks.

Are you seeing Dylan?

Are you kidding? OK, sorry.

Oh, I just... Um, he said he'd text, so I...

Sorry.

Yeah, he did but why the fuck would I wanna see Dylan?

I'd probably blow him up if I saw him right now.

They tell me you're going grey.

Mm.

Oops! Raw nerve.

(LAUGHS)

You missing me yet?

I am, actually.

You know, Holly, we'd barely touched for months,

barely spoken about anything deeper

than who was taking Alice where on the weekends.

Maybe it needed something like this.

Mm.

(LAUGHS)

No, bad. That's bad.

That's bad...

Have you bought a bath towel to the beach?

No, just a towel.

It's a bath towel. It belongs in a bathroom.

You don't wear a bikini to work.

It's a piece of cloth whose function is to dry the human body.

In a bathroom. No, anywhere.

It's inappropriate on a beach.

Yeah, well, there is no law that says the use of bath towels

must be restricted to an indoor tiled environment.

There is a code of acceptable behaviour.

See this? This-this is what I've missed.

But you still can't, actually, say you're sorry.

OK, I know.

Well, maybe you're not sorry. Maybe that's the problem.

I am sorry. I am.

I am sorry. It was a mistake.

You know, I was lonely and Dylan was desperately sad.

We had a few drinks and it happened.

I...

Please, Luke, don't leave me forever over this.

Who do you wanna be with?

I wanna be with you.

But I also wanna have the baby.

Holly, have you really thought that through?

Do you know what it would mean for us, for Alice?

Have you? You-you can't, Holly.

Fuck.

Um, we have to keep talking about this and we will, I promise, but...

I've gotta go.

I...

So go.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Hi, Mike.

Beautiful flowers.

Most of these are from the UK.

Must have been ordered overnight and delivered first thing.

Hey, thanks.

You expecting a lot of people?

No. Alright.

All the good friends are overseas and thanks to you

everyone here thinks I got away with murder.

Well, I doubt, that's what everybody...

I get trolled every single day.

You've got no idea the hate that I'm coping.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Where's your squad, Detective? Wasn't that the plan?

Um, yeah.

Well, it was the plan but we've decided

to just keep a low profile and see who turns up.

Low profile, eh? Sure.

I never even learned how to do these.

Sonia, she always...

I-I can...

I knew you'd given up.

I could see it in your eyes.

Even last week I knew not to expect anything from you or your squad.

"Everyone falls in love with Sonia quickly.

But I fell hard.

She was backpacking..."

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(BAGPIPES PLAYS)

Fire! (GUNSHOT FIRES)

Fire!

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Hey.

Do you remember when we were asking Mike Simpson about

whether someone had been stalking Sonia,

how much information did we give him?

Oh, god.

I asked whether Gavin Butterfield, rang any bells.

But, no, like, you think

Mike couldn't have known where he was, could he?

Yeah, I think he found out somehow.

I can put him within 1km.

His phone was connected to the same base station

as Gavin's right when his car blew up.

I think it's possible it Mike killed Gavin.

Shit.

Yeah.

Alright, so, he's not at home.

He's not at work.

He's not at the office and no-one knows where he's gone.

(ON PHONE) OK, so he's out.

Yeah, where?

Well, how would I know?

Well, he's the prime bloody suspect in Gavin's murder,

Holly, you need to find out where he is

and just keep him talking until we get there.

OK, just hold on, one minute.

OK, Dylan, hold on. I'm just gonna connect to him now.

You there?

Yeah.

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

(ON PHONE) Hello.

Oh, Mike. It's Holly. Holly O'Rouke.

(ON PHONE) What's up?

Um, I'm just going through, uh, some snaps

that I took at Sonia's memorial

and, you know, I-I know most of the people

but I just wanted to double-check on a couple.

What now?

Soon as if we could.

But I can travel if you...

I mean, where are you? Are you at home?

No, no, I'm heading to court.

Court? Yeah, yeah.

I'm trying to get access to my son.

Family court.

I really hope that goes well.

I don't know how I'd survive that, you know, someone taking my child.

That's a nightmare.

So, now, I gotta go, OK?

Uh, no, wait a minute. Where-where can we meet?

(SIGHS) Holly, what-what is this?

What do you mean?

This. Come on.

This... this... this whole, you know, you poor thing tone.

No, no, no, I-I mean it, Mike.

I would... I wanna hear how it went.

You're serious?

I mean it, seriously.

(SIGHS) OK.

OK, if it means that much,

there's a cafe around the corner here on Arthur Street, OK?

Yeah, we'll go through the steps together, OK?

(POLICE SIREN WAILS) What the hell?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Mike Simpson? Detective inspector Dylan Mckenzie.

You're coming into headquarters, Mike.

We've got a few questions we'd like you to answer.

Do you understand? Yeah.

Good stuff, Mike. Let's go and check.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

That's well played, Hol. That's beautiful.

OK.

Mike, uh, first, do you wanna cup of tea or a sandwich?

No, thank you.

Well, if you do want anything, just let us know.

Listen. Can we please do this later?

'Cause I gotta get back to... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I just got a few-few questions first but it shouldn't take long.

Do you recall the conversation you had with Detective O'Rouke

and Detective Kirsner about your wife being stalked?

Vaguely, yeah.

How did that make you feel?

Angry. Yeah.

Very angry.

Do you remember hearing the stalker's name?

Uh, I-I don't... I don't know. Look, it-it didn't mean much to me.

Can we please make this quick?

Talk us through your day last Wednesday.

What you did? Where you went?

I was planning my wife's memorial.

I remember a fish and chip shop in Melton,

that's where I asked her to marry me.

And I just...

I-I missed her and I just wanted to go back there, OK?

Yep. (PHONE BUZZES)

Listen, do you mind if I answer this?

Yeah. No. No. Take it.

It's my ex-wife.

Speaker. Yep.

Put it on speaker. Sure.

Bianca.

(ON PHONE) I'm just letting you know the hearing's over, Mike.

Given the scene outside there wasn't much of an argument.

I'm sorry the order's been made. Connor's staying with us.

If you really love him, I-I hope you can see

I just want the best for him.

Mm-hm.

(PHONE CALL ENDS)

See, the phone location by itself won't be enough.

And before we can actually charge him we're gonna need to prove

that he was lying about the fish and chip shop,

but I think he's our man.

How long will that take?

Oh, five minutes or less. Yeah.

How's it going? Best day ever.

Hey. We all good? Yep.

Yeah. Alright.

So, we collected, like, 76 filthy tonnes of staff

in line of sight of where Gavin was killed.

Any luck?

Uh, well, this soft drink can.

Mm. Yeah.

That's an interesting bugger, actually,

um, there were still traces of saliva

left around the rim and when we tested that DNA...

You gotta match.

We gotta match.

It's someone on your radar but it's not Mike.

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

He's paying.

(WHISTLES)

Jimmy Lamont. Detective Inspector Dylan McKenzie.

You're under arrest for the murder of Gavin Butterfield.

Yeah.

Ready? Yes, settle.

Now, you got the right to remain silent.

Jimmy, anything you do say can be used against you.

There's evidence in court. Watch your head.

Is that a yes? I heard a yes.

You ruined my shirt you're a fucking prick.

(THEME MUSIC)

Just let it go. Let it go.

I was wrong, dad.

Twice I thought Mike's a killer. Twice?

Yeah, I was wrong both times.

You were doing the job.

Hm, not very well.

A few blokes I've worked with

are convicted innocent people, alright?

And you are beating yourself up for just suspecting one.

Maybe just think of it like that.

Look, I guess the-the problem...

Is what?

We've got this dad who can't see his son now

and that's because of me.

So, just when did I become the home-wrecker?

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

So, is Jimmy Lamont talking?

Jimmy's been around the block too many times.

He's not saying anything.

But we've charged him?

Yep. And the DPP is getting the brief.

Well, let's hope it holds.

Yeah.

Hey, Hols. Yeah?

We'll help you to have this idiot back.

He's yours.

Oh, that would be great, thanks.

Thanks, man.

Hey, idiot.

Look, if you wanna stay with them, I don't mind.

No, no, I actually asked to be transferred back to you.

OK, that's nice. Thank you.

Right. Where are we up to?

Uh, well, we have to identify who Sonia Matthews

was mistaken for without, you know, having any idea what it's all about.

So, what's taking you so long?

Yeah, welcome back.

Any suggestions gratefully received.

One minute. Luke?

Luke, what are you... Are you on the brief against Jimmy?

Unfortunately, I have a relationship with the head of the investigation.

I argued, believe me, I'm not here by choice.

OK, well, maybe I should sit in on this.

It's not your brief, Hol.

No, I just think that if we're all in a room together...

There's no way I'm sitting in a room with you and Dylan, ever.

This is not your brief and if you come in, I'm leaving.

Got it?

Shit.

That's...

Yeah, it's OK, mate. Thanks.

Uh...

I understand Alice must deal,

Luke, I'd be angry too.

I-I get it.

Can you account for where this lemonade

can was between being found in the wheelie bin

and tested at the lab?

What vehicle it travelled in? Where it was stored?

Uh...

Was there an opportunity for a swap?

Where was it kept in the lab? Under what conditions?

Who had access, mm?

And how did, uh, how did Mr Lamont know

where to find Gavin?

Police addresses are very closely guarded.

This wasn't even his actual home

and yet a bloke who's barely out of jail

knew exactly where he had to go and which car he had to rig up?

If the defence make an issue of how he knew that,

what-what do we say?

I don't know, mate.

You should have found the answers

to all of this before an arrest was made,

but that's not how you do things, is it?

You just act on impulse

without stopping to assess the damage you're doing

to yourself and those around you.

Is there a problem?

No.

Well, if you seriously want us to prosecute this case,

I'm afraid there's a lot of mistakes we're gonna have to fix up first,

if that's even possible at this point in time.

Alright.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

What's going on with Luke and Dylan?

I thought they were mates.

Oh. I don't know. Problems with the brief?

Yeah, more than I thought they'd be.

For one thing, Luke can't figure out

how on earth Jimmy knew which house Gavin was in.

It's a good question too.

God, imagine if you got the wrong house.

What? That guy who blew up Gavin.

The wrong house?

Yeah. What a mess that would have been.

(TENSE MUSIC)

What if that was a mix up with Sonia?

What if it was just the wrong house?

That was a mess.

I mean, what if the shooter was just given a description,

you know, like blonde haired mum in such and such house

on-on Bellbird Crescent.

Brown brick, double-storey, triple garage.

Holly.

OK, we're betting the farm here.

We won't show all our cards at once

but we are looking for a blonde in her 30s.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR KNOCKS)

Um...

Well, at least we tried.

Who thought I wanna to be remembered as a triumph?

Wait.

That car's the same colour as Sonia's.

Mum, kid in a blue SUV.

(TENSE MUSIC)

It's a mum and a kid in a blue SUV.

They're both on the corner of Bellbird Crescent.

They're just at opposite ends.

The dark hair doesn't fit.

(TENSE MUSIC)

We need the body-cam footage from the door knock,

the afternoon Sonia was murdered.

OK. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm. What number was it?

46. 46. Here we go.

This was 92 minutes after Sonia was killed.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Blonde! Yeah.

Yes! Whoo!

OK, just breathe, uh, OK. Let's play this back.

On the day that Sonia Matthews was killed

she was a blonde-haired woman with a primary school kid.

She was in a blue SUV

and living on the corner of Bellbird Crescent.

Yep.

That exact description fits her too.

So, if that's what the shooter was told and Sonia was a mistake,

then this woman's gotta be the real target.

Yeah.

So, who the hell are you?