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It's a Walkinshaw.
I refuse to believe
that someone's paid that drip Allan to murder a woman
and nearly kill another
because some idiot is pissed off about a missing car?
So, they killed the wrong Sonia?
The wrong woman.
We've, um, got the guy in custody.
Wow. Major.
We still don't know what it's about, though...
Allan indicated that you organised money
to cover a hit on a woman.
I don't know anything about that.
All our evidence points to an unknown mister big type figure.
Because Sonia was not the target.
They got the wrong person, Mike.
There was also a transfer of 50 grand
around the time of Sonia's murder.
So, she paid for the car and the hit.
Holly.
(SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
OK, we are good to go.
On arriving, Detective O'Rourke and I found this door ajar.
Now, the locks are intact, no sign of forced entry.
So, there's a chance she knew the intruder, let them in herself.
Nice observation, Detective.
Now, this print has been removed from the wall, torn apart.
Come on in.
Now, if you have a look here, you'll notice that the...
(PHONE RINGS) Oh, shit, shit. Ah.
Sorry, shit. Um, one sec.
Hey, Hannah.
No, no, I can't right now.
I'm at a crime scene.
Yeah.
I gotta go.
Alright, bye. Bye.
Sorry.
Don't ever apologise for having a life, mate.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
It appears to have been a hurried search
through the entire premises.
Come into the kitchen.
Can you ask the local police to let her sons know?
And keep the details out of the media, Maia.
Just a simple more-to-come statement.
(CAMERA CLICKS) OK.
Gabe?
Hmm?
Main struggle between the offender and the victim
appears to have happened here.
She has a large gash in the side of her head,
probably caused by that.
They've left her here while they turned the place over.
She crawls...
all the way to the bathroom.
She locks the door.
They smash the door in when they realise she's moved from the floor.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
Pressure marks to the throat.
I mean, she was probably fairly incapacitated
after the blow to the head,
but it still takes quite a deal of force
to strangle someone to death.
And you have to watch them while you do it.
Yeah.
I mean, there's no mistaking it. They want her dead this time.
Hey, tell them to move her out, guys.
Oh, excuse me.
Hey, Rose. Hmm?
Camille had a red phone when we were here the other day.
Have you guys spotted it anywhere?
Um, no.
No phones, no computers.
No tech left on the property at all, actually.
Oh.
Wilson's gone. Yeah.
Wait a minute. Is the pet cam still here?
Um, yeah.
This is the only tech left on the property.
They've cleaned the joint up.
If this is linked back to Sonia being killed,
then it fits with an overall lack of good planning
when the pressure is on.
Yeah.
But you don't hire a hitman to strangle someone.
This is personal.
She knew who was behind the murder of Sonia Matthews,
and now they've shut her up.
(THEME MUSIC)
Camille was a professional money launderer on a large scale.
She ran crews in multiple gaming venues across the city.
They show up each day around midday and start their shift.
But she cycles through them,
so it's rarely the exact same team on any shift.
Eventually, after a few hours,
one of them inevitably wins the jackpot.
Camille takes the winning tab and cashes it in at the cashier.
What are the numbers?
On this occasion, they put about 55 grand through the machines,
came away with 47,000.
Two or three days a week, over a year,
it's upwards of $5 million per venue.
Multiply it by 10, that's up to $50 million a year.
And for a 15% tax, walks away with freshly clean money.
I mean, this is sophisticated, organised crime.
Let's focus on where the dirty money's coming from,
because there was no way she was working alone.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
OK, give me the details.
Look, I know you had a soft spot for Camille,
but I can't have you going off half-cocked.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I mean, how do you know she'd been killed?
Someone texted me.
Because, you know, you spoke to her in the first place,
she gave you the guns.
Yeah, and I gave it straight to you.
So, I just don't understand why you didn't tell us
she was a money launderer.
I mean, it's just huge.
Keith, she's running 50 grand through the pokies at a time.
Do you think she had any inkling you were a police officer?
Why would you ask me that?
I'm risking my neck all the time. Look at me.
I am looking at you.
You know, she had something on whoever did this,
some information to keep her safe.
I don't know, like...
potentially exposing an undercover cop.
How long have we been mates for, Holz?
Hm?
I didn't kill Will.
That's our measure of a good guy, huh?
Hm.
Oh.
(BURPS) Oh, sorry.
You must have been burping like that, you were preggers.
Oh, shit.
Yeah, don't... Holz.
Just keep it to yourself.
Look, I think she's fallen out with her business partner
because of the Sonia Matthews murder.
Oh, then, well, look,
I'll start seeing if I can find who Camille's laundering money for then.
So, the Pet Cam Company was able to give me access
to their account...
What is that?
That's that the back of the TV.
Now, it sounds like she managed to switch it on
once she locked herself in the bathroom.
It's faint though.
(CAMILLE SCREAMING ON TV)
That's the bathroom door being smashed in.
(GRUNTS AND SCREAMS ON TV)
And this is him leaving,
black jeans, gloved hand.
So, what's he saying to her?
I've tried to clean it up,
taking out some of the sounds of her resisting.
Spit it out, you stupid bitch.
Spit it out?
You stupid bitch.
Spit it out as in tell me where it is?
Or he was being literal.
We recovered a DNA sample
from under her right index fingernail,
which isn't surprising given it was a strangulation.
She likely scratched her attacker's face as he was squeezing the,
you know, life out of her.
Yeah, fought to her last breath.
Oh, yeah.
But unfortunately the DNA doesn't match
anyone on our database.
Bright side. Ah.
We did a full body scan after you rang in.
Yeah, you were right. There was something weird.
Take a look at this.
This is her stomach contents.
See this lump?
It looks like a rock.
Yeah, it's actually soap.
She swallowed soap?
Technically, yes.
But hidden inside the soap
was a little something else.
Ta-da.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Maybe he didn't go there to kill her,
just lost his crap when she put it in her mouth.
It's still murder.
Yeah, but to go back to your earlier point,
he's making mistakes, getting out of control.
Might be experiencing a psychotic break of some sort.
No, no, no.
These are just the actions of some arrogant grub.
It's a person who feels entitled.
There's a number on the back.
This is a registered key.
Someone will have a record of it.
Her sons might have some insight into who she was working for.
(ROCK MUSIC)
(BELL RINGS)
Hi, Michael. Michael Burney.
Yes, um...
I'm Detective O'Rourke from Homicide.
I'm sorry to intrude at such a difficult time.
I'm just hoping you'd for a few minutes
to talk about what happened to your mother, Camille, last night.
Hey, careful.
Hey, easy, man.
Kiss my ass cockwombles.
Um, so are you the cockwomble, or am I?
Oh, really?
Great. Can you tell me what the key belongs to?
OK.
Did she mention what she wanted it for?
No. Fair enough.
Um, OK. Could you send me that receipt?
Just text it to this number.
Thank you.
OK. What kind of locksmiths?
She bought a lockbox.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Going down.
Looks like the weapon's safe in the back of our car.
Yeah. Gun would make an excellent insurance policy.
(UPBEAT BASS MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)
You're not coming in.
Look, that's fine.
We just want to know if you can help us understand
what might have happened to your mum.
Well, give me a name, and I'll give you an opinion on it.
OK. Come on, Dion.
You don't need to stuff us around. We know what your mum was doing.
Mum kept us away from all that.
So, you never even heard her say a name.
She never shared any concerns about people she was working with.
Maybe she fell out with someone recently.
Look, she, uh, she dropped by yesterday, wanted to talk,
but I had a girl coming over, and I just wanted to get rid of mum.
Did someone threaten her?
I don't know.
She did leave her an envelope of cash on the table.
Said I should buy something for my kids.
OK. Was she in touch with anyone else recently?
Didn't have a lot of mates.
Um, but she did check in on her aunt, Geraldine.
Lives out at, uh, Mount Albert, in an old person's home.
Alright. Um, did you ever see her with anything like this?
No.
Thanks, Man. Really useful.
(ON PHONE) Hey, Buzz.
Hey, Maia.
Can you guys go out to Mount Albert for me?
Holly, can we chat about that intel you just answered?
Uh, right now?
Now, if you don't mind. Yeah. Yeah.
OK.
OK. Sorry.
We should combine teams to deal with this.
No, I have to remain focused on Camille.
No, no, but hear me out.
We pool our resources,
create a unit that you and I oversee together.
And we start with the workers at the bottom of the ladder,
like her pokey crew.
We've already spoken to them.
They've got nothing to do with it.
Depends how you frame it.
If you give them the option to talk
or face a conspiracy to murder charge...
Dylan, I am not using a baby to break down a crime network.
My main focus
is the victims, Sonia Matthews and now Camille.
God. Alright.
What? What's so funny?
Well, you said you're not using a baby to...
No, I meant murder. Yeah, I know.
Hey, listen.
Luke called.
And he was actually quite reasonable
after he told me I'd desecrated the memory of my dead wife.
Wait, was he just venting or did he want something?
He asked me if I loved you.
Well, it's great that you two talked.
So, is that a no then?
To us combining our units?
Camille asked her aunt to look after it for a few days.
OK, here goes.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
OK.
Oh.
It's a property title for a piece of land.
This is it.
(BIRDS CHIRP)
Wow.
So, this is what Camille had on him.
Mr Big's crop.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(INAUDIBLE).
(SIREN WAILS)
By my calculations, we're looking at about 8,000 plants.
That's $10 million, maybe more.
So, this is where the money's coming from.
Yeah.
Hey, how'd you go chasing that company name on the title?
Endless list of fake names.
Camille's done a very nice job of hiding any connection
to a real living, breathing person.
We let this sit.
We continue trying to ID the killer.
And then we come back to the crop as supporting evidence.
I'll organise a surveillance crew to keep an eye on the farm.
Alright, and can you keep working on that name?
She's got to have used it for something
other than just the farm.
Night.
Hey. Um...
Yeah. Holly, do you have a minute?
I'm sorry, I know that you're really busy
and everyone always wants something from you
and you are balancing a lot.
OK, you just need to say it, Maia.
I can do more.
A lot more.
OK.
You've made Gabe permanent.
Jarred rides with you all the time.
But I'm stuck here doing the ladies' work
while you guys run around doing the fun stuff
and high-fiving each other.
I'm sorry, I'm not...
No, please do not say sorry.
I mean, you could be running your own homicide team, Maia.
And at the very least, you should become a sergeant.
Get your papers organised and I'll speak to Kirsten.
Great. Thank you.
OK.
(SONG PLAYS ON STEREO)
Come on.
Is that my make-up?
It's alright.
I'm only using the good stuff.
Right.
Dad's here.
Bedroom.
Thai food for dinner?
Mm-hm. I just need to do something with this hair.
Right.
Oh, come on.
You haven't worn those in years.
I'm glad you're here.
The Butterfield case.
I'm gonna need it back.
Sure, thanks.
And this is also for you.
(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
It's a 50-50 split.
You can stay here. I'll take the apartment.
We don't have to sign anything right now.
It's just a starting off point.
Um...
So, you're...
OK, so you're really going.
For good.
Yeah.
And Alice?
I think we should talk to her, see what she's comfortable with.
Well, I have...
I have no issues with sharing custody.
I mean, she needs both of us.
Good.
Finally, something we can both agree on.
Can you not wheel the suitcase out
in front of her, please?
I'm gonna take her to get some fish and chips.
Bear can put it in the car while we're gone.
What?
You're so pleased with yourself, aren't you?
(OBJECT THUDS)
Oh!
Does this look like I'm despising another body?
Dad.
Was that what I did?
Did I just kill my marriage?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Pretty much.
I hope you're not the first person to get divorced.
So, it wouldn't be too hard on yourself.
First time for me.
Ah.
What's this?
Um...
It's just me sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong.
You know, that liquid eyeliner is waterproof.
Well...
I wasn't... I wasn't planning on crying.
Or yet.
It's impossible to get off.
Oh, my god.
Hey, this is interesting.
The name on the Gros property title
appears on an old building permit for an aged care facility.
It's the one Camille's aunt was in.
Geraldine? Yeah.
Le Guin Holdings
applied to demolish certain sections of the building in 2018.
This could be how they made the money legit.
Raised capital through the cannabis, swashed it through the pokies,
bought an old person's home.
She wouldn't have gotten away with using
an alias for everything, though.
Are there any other names
associated with the care facilities that we can trace?
Banjo Patterson?
No, that's fake.
Boris Yeltsin?
Fake as.
Hannah Khoury?
Is she a singer?
I'll-I'll be back in a sec.
Get some munchies.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, Hannah.
Hey. You made it.
Yeah.
OK. You're gonna love this.
All the cars are for sale.
Come on.
It's a dream come true.
Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?
Yeah.
What's up?
Um...
I need to... I need to ask you something.
You sound serious.
Have you ever repeated anything?
Like what?
Like, uh, just some of the stuff
about the cases that I'm working on.
No.
I don't think so.
OK, so you didn't tell anyone that we arrested the hitman?
It's just your name is in one of our files.
What?
OK, but I'm a student.
Yeah, well, apparently you're also part owner
of an aged care facility.
It's my idiot uncle.
He makes me sign stuff.
OK, OK.
Who's your uncle?
Louis VK Commodore.
I've done what I can with this one.
It's nice.
Yeah.
I want to replace it, though.
Oh, yeah?
You got your eye on anything here?
There's a couple of nice ones,
but I'm looking for something specific.
Have you heard of a Walkinshaw Commodore
Group A Sky Blue?
Yeah, I have, actually.
Do you know where I might find one?
Oh.
That's right.
You're on the news.
You're sitting behind the wheel like a dead-set legend.
You're a smart-arse, aren't you?
You're up to your neck in it.
So is your girlfriend.
She's your niece.
Only by marriage.
Oh, it was an absolute joy to see you again, Tony.
Hey, listen...
your cop buddies ever come near me
and I'll make it clear you've been running your mouth off?
I haven't done anything wrong, mate.
You've been feeding them information via your girl
and letting me get ahead of the game.
Maybe I even paid you.
(LAUGHS)
Hey. Hey.
You're not the only cop I've got on the payroll.
(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
Yeah. OK.
Nice try, mate.
(PHONE RINGS)
Gabe.
Hey, can you meet me at HQ like right now?
What?
I know who did it.
Where are you?
Called the park, but listen, it's that art guy, Tony Wheeler.
What?
What are you talking about?
Gabe?
Gabe?
Gabe?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Gabe's apartment has been cleared.
We've spoken to his family. They've heard nothing.
Tracker's on. Gabe's phone and Wheeler's,
but we're not getting a signal from either.
Crews are searching the area around the cannabis farm.
Called Tony Wheeler's home and office.
No sign of Gabe or Wheeler.
Have we got eyes on all the airports?
Yeah, but is Wheeler likely to try that
now that he knows we're on to him?
(PHONE RINGS)
Oh.
OK, you gotta make it quick.
Something's coming up about the guy that came about the funeral.
No, Keith.
I've got a guy flying solo and he's gone missing.
Yeah, look.
Dylan McKenzie knew him.
His name was on the original charge sheet.
What are you trying to say?
Holmes.
There's a rumour that Dylan tipped off Butterfield's killer.
Dylan was trying to protect you from Butterfield.
Let's not do this on the phone.
I'll meet you later on.
No.
Um, Maia, let's wind this back.
You said that Gabe made a leap
from something that you were looking at.
Yeah, a list of names.
Andrew Patterson, Boris Yeltsin, Hannah Khoury.
Hannah?
Did he upload the footage from the crime scene?
Yeah.
Go to where I point out the print on the ground.
Yeah, yeah, there.
Now, if you have a look here, you'll notice that the...
Uh, shit, shit. Uh, sorry, shit.
Um, one sec.
Hey, Hannah.
No, no, I can't.
OK, you two work out who this Hannah person is
and I'm gonna get Allan in here right now.
How's it going?
Got the guy in custody.
Wow. Major.
Yeah, we said I know what it's about and, um,
the real target has done a runner on us
so I might be here for a while.
You recorded a police officer
multiple times discussing classified information.
No. It wasn't like that.
And your uncle paid you?
He covers my rent sometimes. That doesn't mean that he pays me.
You tried to infiltrate a murder investigation, Hannah.
No, I didn't. That's not what happened.
Where are they?
I don't know. (SOBS)
We need to know where your uncle might go.
Honestly, I-I thought Gabe went home
because-because he was mad at me.
(CRIES)
Please.
OK, Allan.
Sonia Matthews.
The woman you executed for a $50,000 fee.
And that's the gunshot wound to her head.
You held the gun so close that it singed her hair.
All of that happened
in front of her eight-year-old stepson, Connor.
He even looked both ways
before he crossed the road to go get help for her.
Eight years old.
He did the right thing.
And then we thought for a minute,
you must have felt some sort of shame
or guilt for killing the wrong woman.
But then there's her.
The real target.
Who Tony Wheeler wanted dead
because they lost the container with his car inside.
And she's only alive through sheer luck and stupidity.
And that is the woman who organised the 50 grand for the hit, Camille,
who laundered Tony's drug money for him,
paid his bills.
Now, we know you didn't kill her because you were in police custody
but we're pretty sure that Tony Wheeler
who asked you to do this in the first place did that to her
because she knew all his secrets and he had to shut her up.
And we both know that he is coming for you.
Might be some people who see it from your point of view
that this was just a mistake
but whatever this is, Allan, this vow of silence
it is pointless
because I am charging you with Sonia Matthew's murder
and the attempt on Tiffany.
So, this is a one-time offer
that my boss says that I should make
because you might actually be able to help us.
Now, Tony Wheeler appears to have abducted a police officer.
If you have any information
on where we might locate him I suggest you start speaking.
You tell us everything you know
and I'll place you in protective custody.
Do you need me to start counting back from ten
while you decide to do the right fucking thing for once in your life?
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
Show me the deal in writing.
Information first deal later.
Start talking.
Where did you meet him?
Where did you do the deal with Tony for the hit?
(SIRENS WAIL)
You go around the back, Maia, with me.
Matt, cover the western pier.
(RADIO CHATTER)
Police stop.
Let him go, Tony.
Hey, hey. Come on.
Put him down, Tony.
Keep moving.
Let it go.
Let it go. Fuck you, man.
Put the gun down.
Let the bag go.
Fuck.
(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTS)
Gabe.
Gabe. I'm OK.
I'm OK. I'm OK.
(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Put the gun down, Tony.
Put the gun down.
(BOAT ENGINE REVS) Put the gun down.
Fuck. Fuck.
No.
Just stop doing anything stupid, Tony.
Stay there.
What is it?
Have you got a plan or is this we're just winging it now.
That's your plan?
Shut up.
I have the distinct impression
that Camille is the brains behind this operation right?
I don't reckon you've got much of a plan either.
Maybe not but I've got an idea about your future.
Here we go.
You sound like her.
The skin from that scratch under your eye.
We have that in our forensics lab, thanks to Camille.
And all it takes is one test
to put you at the scene of the crime.
And I'm pretty sure
that I can draw a line between you and Sonia Matthews.
That was not my fuck up.
Yeah, it was 'cause you're cheap, Tony.
You blew all your money on some old car and runners
and then you skimped on a hitman who's already talking to us.
(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)
(FLARE GUNSHOT)
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
In breaking news two men have been charged
with the murder of Greensborough's stepmother Sonia Matthews.
We cross live to police headquarters for an update.
Further to earlier reports
my homicide team have made a major breakthrough overnight
in the murder of Sonia Matthews.
After a lengthy investigation...
OK.
So, you can take these safely for the chest pain
but if you experience any abdominal bleeding or...
Anything out of the ordinary come straight back in.
OK, thank you.
Can we go now?
Yes. You're good to go.
Hey. Um.
Don't ever do that again.
Hey, Al...
do you want to come here?
What do you think about...
being an older sister?
What do you mean?
I don't know if we had a little baby.
Like a brother or a sister for me?
Maybe.
I can make that work.
Really?
You would have to do as I say though because I'm first.
Oh. 100%.
You are my number one.
Does this mean Dad's coming home?
Hey, Alice.
Maybe give Mama a break
from the questions just for now, alright?
Dylan.
Oh.
Hey.
That's OK.
Bear.
Hey, Dylan.
Come on, let's go.
That's OK.
Sorry I know this is awkward but I had to come.
How are you? You alright?
You OK?
I'm a bit rough.
Well, you look a bit rough.
Sheesh.
Yeah, like they've done three different scans.
I've had bruises the size of a dinner plate on my chest.
Nothing is broken fortunately
It's just...
The baby's OK. OK.
OK, good. Great. That's great.
Hey, are you all hungry? You wanna...
Just...
Can we do it next week though
'cause I just don't think Alice can handle
any more surprises today?
Oh, yeah. Good of course. It's fine.
You just tell me whenever you're ready.
Come on, Mum.
Let's go. OK.
I might even change my shirt for you.
Oh. Don't go to too much trouble. It's alright
(GROANS)
You alright?
Mmmm.
(BIRDS CHIRP)
So, they'll both go to prison?
Yes.
They've both been charged with Sonia's murder
and some other offences.
Do they know that, I mean, do they...
Do they realise
that they didn't just take Sonia away from us.
My little boy has to live with what he saw that day... forever.
I don't know, Mike...
but when they're sentenced
we can present your side of things to the court.
The judge will listen and take it into account.
How is Connor?
OK, I guess.
We're working on custody and Bianca's coming around.
Sonia was just unlucky I guess.
Yeah.
Hey, Hun.
Hey.
Wow.
Dallas, you're looking healthy.
You too, detective.
Oh, I thought you might want this back.
Thank you.
I hope I never see you again, detective O'Rourke.
Well, if you don't go slashing anyone else's tyres, Mike,
we should be fine.
(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(PHONE RINGS)
Jarred?
A call came in from a local unit.
Reports of gunshots.
No ideas yet.
It's not good, Holly.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(RAIN PATTERS)
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