All language subtitles for City Homicide s03e01e02 The Money Shot Meet And Greet.eg

Oh, shit.

♪ I want it back
♪ My mojo, give me my mojo back

♪ Give it back
♪ My mojo, give me my mojo back

♪ I want it back
♪ My mojo, give me my mojo back

♪ Give it back, back, back! ♪

Duncan! You look great.

It's amazing what a long sleep
and a bit of exercise will do.

Where's the team?
Crime scene.

One deceased male,
single shot to the head.

You and I have been delegated to run
profiles on the vic and the car.

Where's the location?
Uh, no way.

Wolfie's orders -
your bum, that seat.

I'm fine, Jen.

So are you gonna give me the address
or do I get it from the job sheet?

Wolfie's not gonna be pleased.

Oh, he'll get over it.

It's good to see you, Jen.

Duncan.

It really is good to have you back.

Thanks, Jen.

His name's Dale Williamson, Sarge.
He's a photographer-slash-muckraker.

- Paparazzo?
- Yeah.

He wouldn't be short
of enemies, then, would he?

No. Matter of fact, he's involved in
a court case at the moment.

Invasion of privacy.

Planted a listening device
at a pop singer's beach house.

Ah. Put that on your list, Matt.
Check it out.

Uh, anything from Crime Scene?
Not a lot yet.

The blood spatter pattern
and glass fragments

indicate he was shot from close
range while sitting in his car.

Got a residential address
on the other side of the city.

Next of kin is Felicity, his wife.

Get over there, do the death knock,

find out what he was doing in the area
while you're at it.

You want some company, Si?

Duncan!

Dunny, what are you doing here?
Good question.

Good to see you, mate.

Hey, you really did work out
in rehab, didn't ya? Good for you.

It's good to have you back.
Sarge.

I left orders.
What are you doing here?

There's been a murder.
I'm rostered on.

With me. Now.

Si.

Dunny's looking great, isn't he?

You're supposed to be behind a desk,
not attending crime scenes.

Why? I'm fine, Sarge.

Jumping right in at the deep end is
not the way to go with this, Duncan.

And holding back doesn't
make things any easier, Sarge.

You've had a traumatic experience.

Sarge, my psych evaluation
says I'm fine.

For limited duties, yes.
For how long?

Until further notice.
Then what's the use in coming back?

I mean, I'm either good or I'm not.

Let me go with Si
and do the death knock.

It's a death knock! What can happen?

Are you OK?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

No reason. You just seem
a bit tense. That's all.

Hey, Dunny, look.

I'm really sorry I didn't
come and see you in rehab.

That's OK. The others did.

Yeah, but I didn't. I'm sorry.

No worries. It's OK.

Dale?

Hello.
Dale!

Dale, I'm in the bathroom.
Quick. Hurry.

Mrs Williamson?
Dale, the baby's coming!

Felicity Williamson?

You're not Mormons, are you?
That's all I need.

No. We're police.

I'm Detective Freeman.
This is Detective Joyner.

What's going on?
Has something happened to Dale?

I've been calling him.
He didn't answer.

Oh...
Uh, are you alright?

Do I look alright?

Uh, do you want to take a seat,
Mrs Williamson?

No, I'm better standing.
Just tell me what's happened.

It's something to do
with Dale, isn't it?

Is there anyone we can contact
to come over and be with you...

Is he alright? What?
Why don't you just have a seat?

Ohh! I want to know what's happened.
Just tell me what's going on.

Oh, God!
When are you due?

Today. Now. My waters
broke three hours ago.

I left a message on Dale's phone.
He was supposed to come and get me.

Call an ambulance, Si.
We can do this, we can do this.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Oh, no!
This is Detective Simon Joyner.

I need an ambulance...
You can do this. It's gonna be OK.

Breathe. The ambulance
is on the way.

That's it, that's it.
I want my husband!

I know, I know.
I'm here. Hold on.

It's coming, it's coming.

Alright, breathe, breathe, breathe.

Is that your first baby?

Yeah. Yours?

Yeah.

You tell her?
Let's speak to the doctors first.

Alright, Si.

Just watch his head.

See ya.

"Snaparazzi most hated."

The court case
with the listening device

was just the tip
of a very seedy iceberg.

That's the Ricki Verlaine
thing, right?

Ricki Verlaine?
The singer.

Talk to him, see what else
he's got to say for himself.

Herself, Sarge.
Ahh.

Gotta get past her management first.
He's the puppet master.

Apparently Ricki won't open
her mouth without his permission.

Do it. Anyone else who has
current issues with our photographer?

Well, we're compiling a list, sir.

Ah, Duncan. You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine, Sarge. Si's at
the hospital with Mrs Williamson.

Does she know about her husband?

Yeah, Simon told her.
She's really struggling.

We won't get much out of her today.
Mmm.

But the baby's fine.

Boy or girl?
A boy.

He came out like a rocket.
It was incredible.

So what's going on
with our dead photographer?

Dale Williamson.
He has an agent we can talk to.

Cheridah Lapstone. She runs a whole
bunch of these paparazzi guys.

Queen of the piranhas.

Organises commissions for them,

picks up their freelance input,
onsells images.

Hmm, a healthy percentage of what
can be a very large sum of money.

OK, Jennifer, you stay on
this pop singer angle.

Matt, you stay in touch
with Crime Scene.

I need their
preliminary findings asap.

Sarge.

What about me, Sarge?

You've been through
quite a lot today, Duncan.

Just stick to your desk for a while.

Oh,come on. I'm just warming up!

Let me hook up with Simon,
talk to this Lapstone woman.

We'll get her to tell us what
this photographer was working on.

OK, an active role,

but I'm trusting you
to keep me informed.

Any problems,
I want to hear about it.

OK?
For sure, Sarge.

Dale had a good dose
of the mongrel in him

and he was very good
at sniffing out his own stuff,

which is what he'd been
doing most recently.

And you have no idea
what he was working on?

With Dale? Not until the prints
landed on my desk.

Then I'd go for the best deal
I could get for them.

What? By hawking them
around the place?

Tabloids, magazines, TV,

whoever bids the highest
at the time.

It's my job, Detective - the deal.

This is a terrible thing -

not just his death, but Felicity
having the baby like this.

I mean, what's she gonna do?

A new kid, no husband...

You say you're concerned
for his wife. So are we.

The sooner we're across this,
the better it's gonna be for her

so if there is anything...

The only thing I can tell you is
he was talking about a money shot.

Meaning?
A shot worth thousands.

Possibly tens of thousands.

He thought he was getting close.
And that's all?

He mentioned a small
exclusive hotel, a hot tip.

What hotel?

Uh, excuse me. Detective Joyner.
This is Detective Freeman.

We're from Homicide. Mind if
we ask you a couple of questions?

Homicide? Is somebody dead?
That's usually why we get involved.

You are?
Declan Canning, junior manager.

Not housekeeping.

Were you on duty last night, sir?
Yes.

Tell me, did anything
unusual happen here?

Unusual? Maybe.

I heard a few pops and some
screeching tyres in the early hours.

How early?
At about 5:00.

I was busy with the kitchen staff.

These pops, what were
they like? Gunshots?

No, not that loud. Three pops.

You weren't curious?
Did you come out and take a look?

No, I was organising the breakfasts.

Did you see this man
hanging around at all last night?

No, no, I don't think so.

Tell me, are there any celebrities
or VIPs staying here at the moment?

I couldn't tell you that.

This is a murder enquiry.
Think very carefully.

No, I mean I can't tell you.

There was one couple that arrived
late and left early, all prepaid.

They used one of the villas.

People want their privacy. You could
change your name,couldn't you?

Not credit records.

We'll need details of all the people

staying here at the moment,
the register.

You'll have to speak
to my boss about that.

I wish you luck.
OK, take us to your leader.

Crime Scene reckon the shot
that broke the side mirror

probably happened somewhere else -
no mirror glass here.

Could be at the hotel
Williamson was staking out.

It's only three blocks away.

How did Duncan and Si go?
Anyone hear anything?

Three pops about 5:00am,
not as loud as gunshots.

Could've used a silencer.
Mmm.

So maybe the earlier shots
happened at the hotel,

but only one of them hit the car.

And then the photographer
was killed here later.

Get Crime Scene to look for
broken mirror glass at the hotel.

Anything else?

Well, it does look like cameras
and maybe a laptop were taken.

There's an empty computer case
and blood patterning on the seats,

suggests several items
were removed after the shooting.

Cameras.

Maybe our victim got his
money shot at the hotel

and then got himself shot
as a result.

Makes sense, Sarge. We need to find
out who he was trying to photograph.

Jen.

Thanks for that.

Sarge, police were called
to a serious assault an hour ago.

The victim is Cheridah Lapstone.

Look, I can't deal with this now.

The doctor said it looks like
your arm was deliberately broken

and the rest of your injuries
could be from a beating.

I wasn't beaten up. I fell.
How

I was working through. I'd gone
out to get something to eat.

I came back. A man had
broken into my office.

Did you get a chance
to look at this guy?

No, not really. I challenged him,
he came at me. I just ran.

I tripped, hit my face on a desk.

And then...?
I don't know.

I...I managed to get to
the storage room and lock myself in.

I called the police on my mobile.
The guy took off.

You broke your watch.
How did that happen?

I jammed my arm in the storage room
door trying to shut it.

The doctor also said you've only got
bruising on the inside of your arm,

kind of like it was held down
and hit with something.

You're lying to us, aren't you?
No!

And this has nothing to do
with the death of Dale Williamson?

No, it's a coincidence. That's all.

I don't believe in coincidences.

Do you?
No.

Hmm. What's that?

Eyebrow hair.

Must have put it over her eyes
so she couldn't see his face.

These are fragments of glass
from the face of her watch.

How'd they end up here if she jammed
her arm in the storeroom door?

The door only locks from the outside.

How'd she lock herself inside, then?
She lied.

Yeah, big-time.

Let's go back and find out why.

Nurse!

She disappeared about
1 0 o'clock last night.

Not long after we talked to her,
according to the nurse.

After checking out her office,
it was obvious she was lying to us.

We went back to the hospital
to confront her.

She must have known we'd be back.

So she took off
because she was scared.

Well, someone
beat her up, Sarge.

They were looking for something,
a photo maybe.

A money shot.

Any new developments on this
mystery couple at the hotel?

We may have a lead -
a payment in advance

was made via a booking agency.

Matt and Jennifer
are following it up.

So you want us to stay on
looking for this Lapstone woman?

I'll put uniforms on that.

You go and talk
to Williamson's wife,

see if there's anything
she can give us.

Alright.
Sarge.

Uh, Simon.
Sarge.

How's Duncan going?
Yeah, he seems fine.

Any problems, I expect
you'll let me know.

Sarge.

Freeman. No walking frame, I see.
No, Superintendent.

Good, good. How was rehab?
It was hard work.

Well, they say you, uh,
get out of it what you put in.

That's what they told me.
I put a lot in.

Well, good. Good to have you back.
Thank you, sir.

Sorry. Didn't realise
you had a visitor.

Detectives, this is Kieran Abrahams.
He's our solicitor.

We were just going through
Felicity's affairs.

Affairs? Right.

It seems that Dale was
better at photography

than he was at
managing our finances.

I haven't thanked you for Tim.
You were both wonderful.

We won't interrupt for long.

Just a couple of questions,
if you're up to it.

No, stay. Please.
Sure.

Cheridah Lapstone - do you know her?

Dale's agent. Yes.

Uh, we've had her over
to dinner a few times.

She's missing.
You haven't heard from her?

No, no.

You mean in suspicious
circumstances?

Yes, sir. She was attacked.

Then she disappeared
from the hospital.

Oh, my God.

We think it may have
something to do with

the last assignment your husband
was working on, a photo he took.

Ms Lapstone called it
a "money shot".

This could also help us
find out what happened to Dale.

Is there anything
you can tell us about it?

Um, no. I'm sorry, I can't.

Dale never discussed
his work with me.

Well, he knew what
you thought about it.

What did you think about it?

I thought he was
a better photographer

than what his work
allowed him to be.

I'm sorry. I... I can't help you
with what he was working on.

Thank you for your time.

Hello?

Ohh!

Where is it?
I...I don't know.

Ohh!

You do know.
You were looking for it.

Arggh!

I...I don't think it's here.

What's on it?!

What does it show?!
I don't know!

Last chance.

Where is it?
No. Please!

Sorry, mate.

Preston Walker.

The private villa in the hotel
was booked via his corporate card

through an entertainment industry
travel company.

Who is Preston Walker?

He's a manager.

Soap stars, B-grade pop divas.
Including Ricki Verlaine.

The pop singer that was suing
our dead photographer?

We're thinking Dale Williamson's

interest in that hotel
wasn't purely professional.

Getting photographs

making that court case about
the listening device go away -

blackmailing the manager.

Or even both of them if Ricki
was the other person in that room.

Either of them married?
Y es, she is.

Shagging her manager wouldn't
do her credibility much good.

So, what, the manager
catches the photographer

spying on them, and kills him?

It's possible, Sarge.

Exposing an affair would hurt Walker
as much as Ricki, if not more.

And the first two gunshots
that the hotel manager heard...

Preston Walker has a lot to lose -

clients, endorsements,
promotion fees.

He probably rakes in a couple hundred
thousand a year off Ricki alone.

A lot to lose.

You people don't know the size of
the can of worms you're opening here.

Mr Walker, we know your credit card

was used to pay
for that hotel villa.

So to us, you're the biggest
worm in the can.

What do you have to say

about rumours of an affair
between you and Ricki Verlaine?

That they're exactly that - rumours.
Why are we even talking about this?

You're right.
Rumours are useless as evidence.

But they do provide motive for
this man to follow you to that hotel.

I know that person.

He's currently the subject of a civil
suit being brought about by Ricki.

Bloody paparazzi. They're parasites.

I'd cheerfully castrate
the lot of them.

And failing castration,
is murder an option?

Because we have this paparazzo
in the morgue right now.

Do you own a gun, Mr Walker?
What?

No, I don't own a gun
and neither do any of my clients.

You can't seriously believe I had
anything to do with his death?

Why not?

Usually we'd be asking you
where you were, right now.

But we know
where you were, don't we?

You were in that villa,
nice and handy.

I didn't leave the damn room.
And you need to prove that.

Who were you with?
I will sue if any of this gets out.

You're in no position to be making
threats, sir. Who were you with?

Alright.

I was with Ricki.

Stanley, I need a word.
What about?

Duncan Freeman.
You've read the email I sent you?

Do you really think it's responsible

to put him back on full duties
despite my report?

I made an operational
decision, ma'am.

One completely at odds
with my recommendations.

A decision based on
my personal knowledge of the man

after having worked with him
for over two years.

The man was almost beaten to death.

You don't know how he's going to
respond to situations out there.

He needs more counselling,
more monitoring.

What he needs is to get back to work.

What if he has to deal with
a violent confrontation?

Rare in Homicide.

Yes, but if it happens,
you can't predict how he'll react.

Claudia, I do understand
your concern,

but I think this is
the best way to proceed.

I just need to register
my objections here, Stanley.

They have been noted,
but I'm sticking with my decision.

OK, I just hope you understand
the risk you're taking.

I do. If there are any problems, you
will be the first person I talk to.

Why did you take off
from the hospital?

I just checked myself out.
It's not against the law.

Why did you take yourself
to Healesville?

It's relaxing, quiet.

It's so quiet we could hear your
credit card being used at that motel.

And if we could find you,
so could someone else.

You were scared.

Someone threatened you, didn't they?
No.

They wanted something!
No.

They smashed your ribs,
held you down,

stretched your arm across the desk
and they smashed that too.

Dunny, no, no...

They beat you.

The person who beat you could have
been responsible for killing Dale.

Now, who was it?
Just a guy.

I don't know.

Did you get a look at him before he put
the tape over your eyes?

No.

I came back from lunch,
he was behind the door.

Big? Small?

Big, strong.

You're right - he hit me,

broke my arm with something.

Now, what did he
want you to tell him?

He said he wanted to know
where the photo was.

I told him I didn't know
what he was talking about.

But you did -
Dale Williamson's money shot.

Dale's taken a photo of someone

and they'll do anything
to make sure no-one else sees it,

including murder.

Who was it?

I don't know. He didn't say.

He just kept asking me where it was,

hitting me.

I was screaming, screaming.

Yeah, alright!

Alright.

I should have realised before.
Dale was protective of his material.

Like I said, he only ever
brought me single prints of shots,

but he also made a practice
of emailing his memory stick content

to his database
at the end of every day.

Once he got back to his studio,

he'd review the pictures
and print off what he wanted.

At his studio?
His home studio.

The images are probably there.

Wait.
What?

Me first.

It's clear.

Hey.

Ambulance is already gone, Sarge.

It'll be a while
before we can speak to him.

What did the ambos say?
He's a mess.

Concussion, one broken leg, broken
ankle and a bullet in the left shoulder,

plus he'd already taken a beating
before he went out the window.

Kieran Abrahams wasn't as lucky
as Cheridah Lapstone.

He saw this guy's face.

He was lucky. A long drop and
a bullet - they left him for dead.

What's the story with the computer?

Whoever it was, they took
the hard drive just to be sure.

The question is did Abrahams do this

or did he walk in
on someone else doing it?

I'd go for the latter.

The lock was smashed
and he had keys in his possession.

He must have gotten them
from Felicity Williamson.

They seemed pretty friendly
at the hospital.

More than a solicitor maybe?

If Felicity sent him here,
she may know more

about this "money shot"
than she's letting on.

OK, at least one person seems to be
out of the frame at the moment -

Preston Walker is still in custody.

And Matt and Jen are with Ricki
Verlaine so she's in the clear too.

You two get over to the hospital
and talk to Felicity Williamson.

The duty nurse said
Mrs Williamson checked out

shortly after "her husband"
came to visit her.

That was about an hour
before we got there.

Wasn't her husband, though, was it?

Not unless he escaped
from a freezer in the morgue.

According to the nurse,
he was holding the baby

because she was too distressed.

We checked CCTV footage of the time

and we came up with a clear image
of the supposed husband -

Anthony James Meade, 'Tony'.

Numerous arrests, a dozen
convictions, aggravated assault.

Yeah, I know Tony. He's a thug.
I wouldn't let him hold my baby.

So do you think he was using
the child to threaten her?

It looked like it. Probably thinks
she could lead him to the photo.

Maybe she can. Maybe she sent
her lawyer friend there to get it.

Half an hour later, she was gone.
Uniforms are out looking for her.

All signs are she's
gone into hiding.

She'd want
to find a good hidey-hole.

Meade's well-connected,
not just to the criminal element.

He got off five charges courtesy
of a very expensive lawyer -

a bloke who's been linked to several
so-called racing identities.

Anyone we like in particular?

Max McKenzie.

Ah, Max McKenzie, clean as
a whistle, dirty as they come.

What's his form?

Oh, Max is a cleanskin,
a legitimate bookmaker,

for all intents and purposes.

Word from Serious Crime
is his bookmaking's

just a handy way
of laundering money for his mates.

Who are into illegal gambling,
drugs, etc, etc,

and Max charges
a premium for his services.

Tony Meade is Max's standover man.

A dodgy deal caught
on camera, you think?

It's very possible.

We need to find
Felicity Williamson and her baby.

Matt, you run the search.

Duncan and Simon,
get those photos back to the hotel,

see if you can jog any memories.

Look again.

Was there anything else
that happened that was unusual

the night before last apart from the
pops you heard in the early hours?

Nothing I can think of, no.
Oh, this one maybe.

I realised I'd forgotten
to order in skinny milk.

I went to pick some up
at the service station, crack of dawn.

Yeah? And?

I think this guy was there
buying cigarettes.

But you didn't see him
hanging around the hotel?

No.

Anything else unusual with
anyone else staying here?

Not really.

There was one gentleman
who'd booked in for two nights,

didn't check out,
didn't come back today.

He's left a whole lot of
his personal stuff behind.

What personal stuff?

"To my old mate Warren
'Keep the Faith' Farley, mate."

Wazza Farley,
lives in Geelong.

A well-known gunnie,
purveyor of pills.

I busted him a couple of times.

What's he doing in town?
He disappeared from the hotel.

Left behind a change of
clothing, toiletries,

reading material and a bag of coke.

He checked in under a false name,
never checked out.

So it's a case of 'Where's Warren?'

Wazza is way out of his depth
with heavies like Meade.

Wherever he is,
he's pooing his pants.

Uh, not anymore.

We believe what's making
Tony Meade so antsy

is not who's in the photo
but what happens in it.

It's a killing.

Dale Williamson's money shot
is Wazza Farley copping a bullet.

Warren 'Wazza' Farley.

I've never met a Warren Farley.

Oh, he's a fan of bad nonfiction
written by criminal associates.

Yep?

These bastards, they make pots of
money selling this sort of crap

and I think it's disgraceful.

They should be forced to donate
the proceeds to charity.

The question is what was he doing
in a boutique hotel in Melbourne?

I've got no idea.
And where is he now?

Well, try this for size - according
to our colleagues at the Drug Squad,

Wazza, he likes a punt on the horses,
can't help himself.

Also not a bad way
to clean up his drug money.

But the problem was he forgot to pay
his bookie who does his laundry.

Your mate Max McKenzie. He wasn't
pleased so he sent Wazza a message.

Yeah, and Wazza thought
he'd come up from Geelong,

try and organise a payment plan.

Well, it sounds like a good story.

But McKenzie doesn't take
monthly instalments

so he sent you to deal with Farley,

but somehow it all ends up
on Dale Williamson's camera.

I prefer happy endings, though, hey.
And fact and not fiction.

I was never near any hotel...

You were in the service station
across the road.

The station's got a security camera.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

I, uh... I stopped for petrol
and I bought cigarettes.

So charge me.

Williamson was snooping around
after a sex scandal.

He came across a murder instead,
Warren Farley's murder.

You shot and killed
Warren Farley, didn't you?

Me? Oh, piss off.

Where's the body?

Probably in the car you were using,
at the bottom of the bay.

You realised
Williamson had it all on film

so you chased him
and you shot him too.

The only problem was
you killed him a bit too quickly.

You should've found out
what he was gonna do with that photo.

Well, you show me the photo.
You haven't got it, have you?

Same as you haven't got
this Farley bloke's carcass.

You're a killer, Mr Meade.

No, I'm not.

I lead a quiet life.
I have a lovely wife, lovely kids.

Early retirement.

Retire? You bastards never retire.

We've got footage of you
at the hospital

monstering Felicity Williamson.

You beat up Cheridah Lapstone.
You're in this up to your armpits!

Detective Joyner, sit down!

Hey, I was on a goodwill visit.

You, son, have gotta
take a chill pill.

Now, are you gonna charge me?

I mean, I've bought some cigarettes,

I've talked to a woman
in a hospital corridor,

I've kissed a baby.

I mean, I like babies.

Uh,could I get a taxi
for the inconvenience? Thank you.

Constable.

I can't believe we let him go.
He's gonna go straight to Felicity.

We've got nothing to hold him.

We just need to find
Felicity before he does.

He was going to kill me.

I had no choice so I jumped
through the window.

The bullet hit me
as I was going through.

Well, you're lucky. He slipped up,
didn't finish you off.

Do you recognise any of these faces?

Him. It was him.

He was beating me to death.

Then he stopped,
to load his gun, I think.

That's how I got away...almost.

I'll make the call, give them
the go-ahead to bring him in.

What were you doing at the studio
in the first place?

We think you went there

to look for Dale Williamson's photos
on his computer.

We think Felicity sent you there.
No.

Come on. You're more
than just a solicitor.

Mr Abrahams, Felicity is missing.

The guy that did this
to you is after her.

Do you want Felicity
and the baby to receive

the same treatment
he dished out to you?

Oh, God.

OK. I was after the photos.

That bastard Dale has left her
with next to nothing.

If the photos
really are worth something,

it could help her through
a very tough time.

She sent you there?
No.

She didn't even know I'd gone.

So you get there and what?

You caught this guy
turning the place over?

No, no. The place
had already been trashed.

It was like that when I got there.

He came in after me.

So if the hard drive had already gone
and Meade wasn't responsible,

then there's only one other person
who knew about those photos.

I don't know anything.

Come on.
You're the logical candidate.

You knew Williamson sent pictures
back to his computer.

So where's that hard drive?

Have you already printed the photo?
Already got a deal in place?

'Photos' - plural.

OK, I lied to you.
Again.

I checked myself out of hospital.

I was angry,
not just for me, but Felicity.

I went and found the hard drive
with the photos,

made it look like
the place had been ransacked.

If that man turned up
looking for the pictures,

I wanted him to think
someone else had taken them.

But you had, just for
a few thousand dollars.

No, for Felicity and the baby.

That arsehole husband of hers
left her high and dry.

I've been in that position too.

I haven't even told her I have
the photos yet or what's in them.

Well, she's missing.

Y es, she called me after that man
visited her. She was scared.

I told her to get out.

I've got her and the baby
hidden somewhere safe.

We need the address. Ms Lapstone,
Kieran Abrahams is in hospital.

Now, he went after those pictures
and nearly ended up dead.

The same could happen to her. They
probably think she's got the photos.

But she doesn't. I do.

I've registered copyright on them
too, on her behalf with my lawyer.

Copies.

Oh-ho, Jarvis is gonna love these.

Felicity's safe.

Don't kid yourself.
Tony Meade has slipped his tail.

If you really care about Felicity,
tell us where she is right now.

Police. Don't move.

Is he alright?

Police. Don't move!
Turn. Put your hands on your head.

Turn around slowly and put
your hands on your head. Now.

You got him, Dunny?

Don't move! Don't move!

You're under arrest
for murder, Tony Meade.

Now get in there.

Oh!
Mind your head.

I've missed this.
Dunny's back alright.

"Mind your head."

So old Wazza was a goner.

Oh, well, I can't say I'll cry about it.

But this one's the clincher.

Oh, Freeman, you bloody beauty!

We got him - Max McKenzie giving
the order, "Shoot to kill."

20 years we've been after this bloke.

Every copper in the State
wants to see him nailed to the wall.

Ha!

This weapon was found
in your possession.

You planted it.

Two sworn officers were present
when you disposed of the gun.

It's a conspiracy.

You know, Tone,
last time we spoke,

you mentioned our inability
to produce evidence of a murder.

Last time we spoke, you went off
your rocker. You threatened me.

You got him on a leash now?

Well, here's your evidence.

You see, we thought these were
the money shots, but we were wrong.

The money shot's this one.

The first one in the sequence.

Max McKenzie, sicking you
onto Wazza Farley.

So where's Max?

You help us find him,
it might help you.

Come on, Tone. We know he's
your boss. You can't protect him.

He should be going down
for the murder of Wazza.

He gives the orders.

Oh, come on!

Max McKenzie might have you by the
throat, but we got you by the balls.

So why don't you
tell us where he is?

Come on! Tell us where he is!

Max McKenzie's at reception.

He wants to chat with you, Sarge.

This is an unfortunate
misunderstanding.

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

So was Dale Williamson.

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

I'm doing the right thing,
Detective.

I'm assisting you
with your investigation.

Now, um...

..what's happened
is a friend of mine,

a family man,

he's taken revenge
upon a known drug dealer.

Apparently this bloke
was down in Geelong

selling his poison to young people,
ruining these young people's lives.

Is that right?

Y es, and my mate lost his temper
and shot the dog.

It's misguided
vigilante justice, yes,

but I intend to stand by
this man and his family

and I'm here to see he gets
the best legal representation.

Mmm, his lawyer has already
demanded time with him.

Told him what to say.
Well, the truth, I hope.

So how can I help you gentlemen?

You can help by looking at these

and admitting you went
to this hotel with Tony Meade

to kill Warren Farley.

Max doesn't even know Warren Farley.

In fact, Max was quite
shocked by what happened.

Oh, horrified. I told Tony he'd have
to turn himself in, but he wouldn't.

Crap. You directed Mr Meade
to kill Warren Farley.

No, no.

- It's what the photo shows.
- No, no, no.

He was calling me to come back.
That's what it shows.

I tried to stop him
but he shot him anyway.

I couldn't bring myself to
turn him in because he's a mate.

Anyway, now Tony's been caught,

I'm sure he'll tell you
exactly what happened.

He's a good man, Tony.
He's, uh...he's reliable.

We've been friends for 30 years.

So you're just gonna
take the fall by yourself?

He won't thank you.
Got nothing to thank me for, has he?

And even if he did, I don't dog.

Even if it's the difference
between 1 5 years and life?

Why do you think that
woman's still alive, hmm?

She was holding that baby.

I could have shot her.

But she was holding that baby.
Crap.

You didn't kill her because

you wouldn't have been able
to find those photos.

Tony's a dad, Detective.
He's got kids, got a great wife.

1 5 years in jail? Life?

Oh,conjugal visits?

He can do that.

I can do that,
knowing that my wife and kids

are being well looked after,

or I can do what you people
want me to do

and dog on Max
and put them all at risk.

It's not much of
a decision to make, is it?

Max didn't know
what I was going to do.

Shoot him dead! Shoot him!

So Max McKenzie walks
and Tony Meade takes the fall.

That's the way it works.

You satisfied with
half a result now, are you?

Are you that different?
I'm not different.

If I'm gonna nail somebody hard,
I'll do it, but only if it's useful.

Useful is going hard
after a crook like Max McKenzie.

Useful is keeping
scum like him off the streets.

McKenzie didn't even
break a sweat in his interview.

Going hard on guys like that
just boosts their ego.

Right, it makes them think
they've got us on the rails.

You're saying you care
what a crim thinks now?

No, I'm saying
today Max McKenzie walks

and we put away Tony Meade.

Tomorrow, maybe Serious Crime
will get enough to nail McKenzie.

In other words, pick your battles.

That's not the Duncan I know.

What's this really about?

Is there something
you want to say to me, Si?

Forget it. Just forget it.

Ah, Claudia, come in.

I was right about Duncan Freeman.
He's gonna be fine.

I'm sure he will be, eventually.

When he was in a coma,

they all went to visit him
on a regular basis.

Then he went into rehab.

Matt and Jennifer still visited.
Simon never went.

Feeling guilt or anger perhaps?

I don't know.

What I do know is it's not
Duncan that needs your help.

You know we'll still get McKenzie...

..for failure to report
or perverting the course.

Mate, what's the point?

He'll get off. He's got
all those flash lawyers.

We can try.
That's better than nothing.

♪ Well, haven't you had enough

♪ What do you expect to achieve?

♪ An ulcer and a deadly cough?

♪ Why don't you just disappear? ♪

Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, OK?

Wallet too, mate.
Come on, move it!

Don't give him anything, mate.
I've got it.

Why don't you put that down
and get a proper job?

Mind your own business.
This lS my business, you dropkick.

Watch out!

Arggh!

Arrgh!

Ahh!

Jesus!

Come on.

Yeah, hi. Detective Senior Constable
Allie Kingston.

I need a car to Arthurs Lane,
off Newlands Road.

Yeah, I've got an armed offender here
with a sore head.

Soon as you can, hey?
I've gotta be somewhere.

They're on their way.
Thanks.

My head, you bitch.
Shut up!

You made me late.

Preliminary time of death's
the early hours of this morning.

There's signs of a break-in.

Suggests the killer was waiting
for him to get home.

He was forced to strip,
lie face down on the bed,

he was tied up, gagged,
whipped with a TV aerial.

Broken off from over there.

Then there was a pretty frenzied
attack with a butcher's knife

before a major stabbing blow
to the neck to finish the job.

Just in time for the cleaner
to find him.

No witnesses, no leads?
No, not yet.

Uniforms have started doorknocking.

OK,. let's follow up on the weapon.

What do you think? It's obviously
a sexual crime. Male rape?

Maybe. Wait for the autopsy.

Sorry, sir,
I had difficulty getting in.

Detective Senior Constable Kingston,
Senior Sergeant.

You're late.
Sorry, sir, I was delayed.

Y es,considerably.

Sarge, here's a DVD
that looks interesting.

Detectives Freeman and Joyner,

this is Detective Senior Constable
Allie Kingston.

She'll be joining our team.

Hi, my name's Samuel Bowler.

I arrived in Melbourne from WA
just over a year ago.

Job offer - I'm an HR consultant.

I don't have too many friends here.

Make that no friends, really.

Not exactly a good selling point
on a dating DVD.

What I'm looking for in a partner
is a woman who enjoys life.

So, we know our victim
was looking for love.

What else do we know?

Samuel Bowler lives alone, works for
a headhunting firm in the city.

OK, I'll swing Matt and Jennifer
off the doorknock

onto the HR outfit.

Duncan, you make contact
with the victim's family in Perth

and liaise with Crime Scene.

Sarge.
Simon...

Dating agency?
You and Detective Kingston.

But first,
Detective Kingston, a word, please?

Great, I get to babysit.

I love babysitting.

Crime Scene will return your shoes
once they've finished taking samples.

Thank you,
Senior Sergeant.

You contaminated
a crime scene.

Next time, watch
where you're standing.

Yes. Normally I would do that,
Senior Sergeant.

I received a phone call
from a divisional detective

wanting a statement about the armed
offender that you arrested.

The reason I was late
at the crime scene.

Apparently, you arrested him
single-handedly.

The detective was impressed that you
took on a man armed with a knife.

I just reacted.

Anyway, the knife that the guy had,

it was this squitty little thing,
it was kind of like a pocket knife.

So it was no big deal.

Let's make one thing perfectly
clear, I'm not impressed.

You should consider yourself lucky
that you were not hurt.

No, really, I was across it.
I can handle myself.

I don't care how well you think
you can handle yourself,

he could have had
a concealed weapon - a gun.

It could have escalated.
But it didn't.

What do you expect me to do,
just stand there

and let this poor guy
get mugged and stabbed?

This is not a debate, Detective.
Yeah...

If you pull any reckless stunts
while you're on this team,

the relationship
will be very short-lived.

You get it?
Y es, Senior Sergeant.

That's all. Thank you.

Get back to work.
Senior Sergeant.

Watch out.

That'd be, "Watch out, SlR."

Idiot.

Uh, that idiot is Terry Jarvis.

Superintendent Terry Jarvis.

Of Homicide.

You can drive.

Morning.
Detective Joyner and Kingston.

We'd like to speak to your boss.
Whose name is?

Mr Dexter, Jack.

Jack, there are some police here
wanting to talk to you.

No, detectives.

OK.

He's coming out.

Tell me, your name is...?

Carley. Carley Whitman.

Have we met somewhere before,
Carley?

I don't think so, no.
Are you sure?

'Cause I'm pretty good with faces.

Another investigation maybe?
No.

I've never had anything to do
with police.

Family?

Don't have any family.

Jack Dexter. Good morning.
How can I help you?

Samuel Bowler.
Yes, I remember him.

I mean, he's one of a large number
of clients,

but he seemed like a very nice man.

So, what can you tell us about him?
Not a lot.

Typical of many of our clients -

shy, bit of a workaholic.

Not a lot of time to socialise.

There's no date in his DVD.

No. We don't do that.

But he signed up
about a year ago, I think.

I can get Carley to check
his file for you, get the details.

Great. Did he have many dates
through the agency?

It's not that simple. We don't
set up one-on-ones initially.

The way it works,

we hold meet-and-greet parties
bi-monthly.

Clients book and pay to attend.

There's an activity - a cooking class
or wine appreciation

to get people relaxed
and interacting.

And then individual follow-up?

Y es. If a client's attracted to
someone, they ask to view their DVD.

And assuming
they're still interested?

If it's reciprocated,
we organise a one-on-one date.

Usually something low-key
like coffee or lunch.

And then what?

Whether the relationship goes
from there is up to the clients.

OK, so, back to the original
question, one on ones.

Er, no.

Mr Bowler didn't request any.

He was very picky.
He knew exactly what he wanted.

And he didn't find it?
No.

Alright, we'll need a list of anyone

that attended
the meet-and-greets with him.

Oh, now, look, there are
confidentiality issues here.

That would be just about
our whole client list.

He attended several parties.
We can get a warrant if we have to.

But it would be simpler
if you just gave us what we needed.

Simpler for you, maybe.

No. I'm sorry.

Unless you have proof Mr Bowler's
death is somehow connected to us,

I'm afraid
I'll have to withhold my files.

Right, quick introduction.

This is Detective Senior Constable
Allie Kingston.

She will be working on our team
from now on.

Jennifer Mapplethorpe.
Matt Ryan.

Welcome aboard.

Anything from the victim's
work place?

Yeah, his colleagues said
that he was a hard worker,

quiet but friendly enough.

Bit intimidated by the boss
who's got a rep as a tyrant.

Bowler sometimes turned up
to their Friday night drinks

but he was a bit shy.

What about contacting the family?

They're in Perth, Sarge. The
brother's flying over to do the ID.

As soon as he clears his calendar.
A busy man, apparently.

And not at all upset about the news
of his brother's death.

Mmm. Really?

This Jack Dexter from
the dating agency, is he a suspect?

Not yet.
But he wasn't exactly cooperative.

He's gonna make us work
for our warrant.

Might've got something else
from that agency, though.

Yeah, the receptionist.

I thought I recognised her.

Carley Whitman.

Only when I came across her,
she was Carley Cooper.

I was appearing in court on a case.

She said she'd never had
anything to do with police.

She also said she didn't have
any family.

But she was before the courts.
Not her, her brother.

Jasper Cooper.

Put in a very impassioned plea
on his behalf at his trial.

Brother and sister
are extremely close.

Y et she lied about him. Why?

Maybe because he was convicted.

Maybe because now Jasper Cooper
is a registered sex offender.

Dropping his dacks and attacking
an undercover police officer

in a public loo.

He was lucky to only get nine months.
Jasper was innocent.

Not according to the court.

But what we ARE interested in
is why you lied to us

about never having had anything to do
with the police.

It's not a lie - I wasn't on trial.

I was there as a character witness
for my brother.

My innocent brother.
The one you said didn't exist.

OK, I lied so exactly this
wouldn't happen.

Your name was Carley Cooper back
then. Why change?

I got married.
That's not illegal, is it?

No ring?
I got divorced too.

I lost the husband, kept the name.

What's any of this got to do
with Samuel Bowler's death?

Well, Samuel Bowler's death
was violent,

with sexual overtones.

You work at the dating agency
where he was a client.

And two years ago,
the brother you lied about

was convicted of assault police
and indecent exposure.

It was entrapment.

Jasper wouldn't know
how to hit on someone.

It was the police guy
who made the advance on him,

Jasper got scared
and told him to get lost.

Well, that's not the way
the undercover officer told it.

I checked out the file.

Your brother assaulted the officer -
broke his cheekbone.

He didn't mean to, he was scared.

It was an elbow, when the bastard
tried to arrest him. For nothing.

It's hard enough for him
to get a decent job before.

Now, forget it.
Why is it hard for him?

He's just not bright, OK?

Now, I still don't see
what this has to do with your case.

Are you protecting your brother,
Ms Whitman?

From you lot, yes.

Has he ever been a member
at the agency?

No.
Attended any of the meet-and-greets?

No. He's not a client.

We'd like him to verify that.
Where is he?

I don't know.
Don't lie to us again.

Why would I tell you where he is
when he's done nothing?

And the last time he did nothing
and he sat in a room with police,

he ended up in jail.

OK, here's the deal.

We need to talk to him
to eliminate him from our inquiries.

You bring him in
by 8 o'clock tonight

and we put on the kid gloves.

If we have to go looking for him,
we will go in hard, believe me.

So what's it to be?

Alright. I'll get him to come in.

Tonight?
Tonight.

By 8:00 or we come looking.

Come on, it was worth a shot.

Really?
She's already lied to us once.

Soon as she tells her brother we're
looking for him, he'll disappear.

Well, I guess we'll see, won't we?

Plus, you didn't consult me.

What?! I've gotta ask you
about everything?

Sometimes in an interview, you
have to make a spontaneous decision.

We're a team.
We need to be on the same page.

And here at Homicide, we don't give
the crims a head start.

Detective Kingston,
present from Crime Scene.

The card said, "Don't do it again."

Thanks.

I stepped in blood
at the crime scene.

It's a work of genius.

Allie Kingston.

Yeah.

We'll be right there.

They're here.

Jasper, we're letting your sister
stay with you

but you have to answer
our questions, not her.

Do you understand?

I'm here because I haven't done
anything wrong,

'cause I want you
to stop hassling my sister.

Nobody's hassling her.
We're letting her sit in, aren't we?

So long as she doesn't interfere.

Cops messed up my life
once...already.

So what do you want?

We want to know
where you were last night

between 8pm and the early hours.

At my flat.
Alone?

Y es.
No alibi, then?

No.

Have you ever been a member
of Love Rules, the dating agency?

No. My sister works there.

Are you sure
you've never been there?

He said 'no'.
Ms Whitman.

No.

Do you know this man?

No.
Never seen him?

What are you saying,
you think I'm a poofter?

Nobody said that.
I'm not a poofter, OK?!

Oi! Calm down.

Do you have any feelings
towards men, Jasper?

What do you mean?

One way or another - like? Dislike?

I'm not a poofter, OK?!

Samuel Bowler was raped,

he was whipped, he was stabbed.

You have a history of violence
and homosexual soliciting.

Hey, I'm not gay...
Sit down!

I was set up in that toilet.

I'm not gay.
He's never hurt anyone either.

Not intentionally.
Yeah.

Anyway, that man wasn't the only
person from my sister's work

to get hurt, was he?

Jasper...
Tell them!

OK, Carley, do you want to tell us
what he's talking about?

Geoff Adams?

He stopped attending
the agency's meet-and-greet parties.

They chase clients up,
keep the payments ticking over.

Carley Whitman rang Adams and his
mother told her he was in hospital.

He'd been attacked at home.
And we got an address.

Same MO?
We're not sure yet, Sarge.

Follow it up. Find out.

Tonight?

Oh...

I'm sorry to disturb you so late,
Mrs Adams.

Oh, you're lucky you caught me.

I just got back from my film club.

So what's this about?

It's about your son, Geoff.

Yes? Um...what is it
you need to know?

Geoff was a client
at a dating agency, Love Rules.

Yes.

You told the receptionist there

that your son was the victim
of an assault.

Y es. A vicious assault.

Nine months ago.

What happened?

Uh...I was away at a spa retreat.

I came home and found him...

It was awful.

I took him to the hospital...

Did your son tell you any details
about what happened to him?

I pieced it together.

Afterwards,
Geoff was very depressed.

For weeks
he wouldn't leave the house.

It was the shame, he said.

The shame of being raped.

Why are you asking me about this?

We're following a line of inquiry
on another matter.

Where is your son now, Mrs Adams?
We'd like to speak to him.

You...you can't.

My son threw himself under a train.

He's dead.

Morning. Heard you had
an interesting first day.

Caught a break on the Bowler matter
late last night.

Yeah?
Yeah. Another victim.

When?

Nine months ago, this guy
named Geoff Adams killed himself.

Hang on, you just said
he was another murder victim.

No, I didn't.

We spoke to his mum, asked to speak
to him and she told us he was dead.

What happened?

She came home from a night away
and found him tied naked to his bed.

He'd been attacked.
Raped?

Yeah. And then he developed
depression and killed himself.

I've reviewed the Geoff Adams DVD
from the agency.

He was on their books too?
Yeah.

The DVD's pretty much the same
as Samuel Bowler -

lonely single man looking for love.

Heterosexual love?
Ostensibly.

Heterosexual guys,
a homosexual killing.

Where is everyone?

It's only 7am, Sarge.

Well, I hope Pathology
aren't keeping bankers' hours.

No, I just came from the lab.

Have they got anything for us?
Was there semen present?

No, but there was definitely
violent penetration.

Bowler was raped.

Same as Geoff Adams.

What else do we have on him?

Not a lot. Divisional D's attended
after he was found.

Tied to his bed, beaten.

But according to Ms Adams, they just
treated it like it was a joke.

They seemed to think it was
a queer's prank on another queer.

Despite the fact Adams insisted
that he wasn't gay.

So in the end, it went nowhere.

Adams didn't want to proceed,
the D's had no suspect,

no charges were filed.

Have we spoken
to the lead detective?

Yeah, he's coming in
this morning, Sarge.

This could be a series, Sarge.

Escalation from serial rape
to even more violence and murder.

It is possible.

Two deaths from the agency,

I should be able to bounce
a warrant off that.

Make sure everyone's across
these developments.

When they turn up.

Love Hurts -
probably did in this case.

The agency was actually called
Love Rules.

That the kind of joke you made when
you responded to Mrs Adams's call?

Nah,come on, mate. We were very
professional. The guy was a mess.

So you took it seriously, then?
Yeah. Like any other assault.

Some of the boys made a few cracks,
I shut 'em down.

Snobby old bird wasn't even clear
about what had happened.

G'day. See anything you like?

Just listening in.

Detective Kingston's with our crew.

So, the investigation -
it was a dead end?

Yeah. No witnesses,
no sign of this Love Rules mob.

And when Adams got out of hospital,
he came round to the station,

made a statement of no complaint.

He said nothing had happened, so
eventually we just had to let it go.

Just another gay bashing, eh?
Hey.

We did our job.

Sometimes it doesn't work out.

What about his mother's allegation

that you guys thought
it was all a joke?

Yeah, we've already talked
about that, Allie. Didn't happen.

I brought the file over
like you asked.

So, why do you think Adams
was reluctant to cooperate?

I don't know. Embarrassed maybe?

Would you want to tell the world
you'd been rooted by a bloke?

Mmm.

Not that you'd understand that.

What were the circumstances?

It's all in there.

Rapist was waiting for him when
he got home. Broke in the back door.

No pun intended.

And Mum was away
on a regular girls' weekend?

Yeah, that's right.

Looks like the rapist
had studied their movements

and knew when he'd be alone.

No description?
No.

Only what he told his mum -

um...rapist was wearing
trackie dacks,

novelty rubber mask - Donald Duck,

didn't say a word
during the attack, so...

I guess Adams couldn't have
helped us even if he'd wanted to.

So that's all we got?
Sorry, mate.

Just a big fat nothing. Hmm?

He gave us a partial description,
the Donald Duck mask. It's a clue.

Why didn't you tell me he'd arrived?

Either we're partners on this case
or we're not.

You can't pick and choose.

Hey, I know Zach Roberts.
He's a sleazy idiot.

I knew he'd be more cooperative

being quizzed by a guy,
I made a judgment call.

Well, thank you very much
for the professional courtesy

of letting me know
what you're thinking in advance.

What, like you did yesterday?

That's different. I'm using my
instincts in an interview situation.

This was a deliberate decision
to sideline me.

Hey, if you choose to view it
that way, I can't stop you.

Jarvis has come through.
We've got a warrant to serve.

Who's coming with me?

Fine. You go. I'm going to watch
these dating DVDs again.

I swear I'm going to lose it
with her.

You cut her out of the action, Si.
Yeah, for good reason.

Come on, just get her in a pissing
contest and get it done with.

You think this is funny, mate.
You'll get yours.

I'm looking forward
to the challenge.

Can they do this?!
No, they can't.

At least not until I've spoken
to my lawyer.

No, that's not how it works, sir.

I need these computers
to run my business.

Yeah, and we'll get copies
of the hard drives.

We'll get them back to you ASAP.
No!

Sir, two of your clients are dead.

The first was attacked,
the second was murdered.

Most likely by someone they met
at one of your parties.

And they'll do it again.

Either we move on this quickly
and nail them or this drags on.

But the longer it does, the more
chance it has of hitting the media.

Then your business
will really go down the crapper.

You're threatening me.
Nah.

I'm telling you how it works.

Step aside, please, sir,

you're impeding the execution
of a search warrant.

Thank you.

You'll get these back when the
detectives are finished with them.

We'll need your staff files too, sir.

1 6 hours. I think that's me done
for the day.

It's doing my head in.

Bowler was Mr Ordinary,
so was Geoff Adams.

Why target them?

These files,
they're all full of Mr Ordinaries.

What? I know. Research is necessary.

Organised Crime might be all about
kicking down doors and chasing cars,

Homicide's not.

Research has its uses.

Yeah, well, kicking down doors
is fun, though.

You should try it sometime.
Ha.

- Heading home, Sarge?
- Yeah.

I just wanted to see
how the research was going.

I trust that you have read DSS
Leigh's psych profile on our killer?

Yes, Sarge.

Probably straight,
using homosexual acts

as part of a revenge
or dominance drive.

She notes the similarities
in physical types

and ages of victims.

Maybe he was raped himself.
Possible.

Escalating violence and rage
during the assault.

Mmm.

So our killer puts up a front,
supposedly seeking a female partner,

but in reality trawling
for single,. Lonely male victims.

We're checking out anyone
who fits the physical profile,

cross-referencing them
to our criminal records.

It may be that the killer has
committed other criminal activities.

We're also checking
hospital reports.

If we can find more rape victims,

we might be able to find
more leads on the killer.

Good. It's gonna be a long haul,
so let's start fresh in the morning.

Shall we?
Right.

You don't get brownie points
for staying the longest, you know.

I know.

Hey, listen,

oi, I'm really sorry about before.

I get a bit intense sometimes.

Hey,. Listen, oi, yeah, you do.
Get some sleep.

Arggh!

Arrgh!

Morning. We're all back
into it. Where you been?

What happened?

Uh, I took a bit of a knock.

At least you can't see a lump.
Thank God for hair.

You OK?
No. I screwed up.

Really? Again?

Big-time?
Yeah.

Kind of like marching bands
and fireworks big-time, yeah.

I went to the Bowler
crime scene last night.

Somebody was in there.
They jumped me.

What the hell were you
doing at the crime scene?!

You want me to issue you
with a megaphone?

Who jumped you?

I don't know! A guy!

If I knew, it would be because
I caught him, wouldn't it?

Then I would be a hero
instead of a dickhead.

You are absolutely intent
on screwing up here, aren't you?

Why were you at the crime scene?
I was looking for inspiration.

Right, and that's what you put
in your job diary, is it?

Oh, you did make an entry
about where you were going?

It was...it was spontaneous.
I was on my way home.

Wolfie's gonna
have you for breakfast.

No, he's not 'cause I'm not gonna
put myself on the menu.

Come on. Do not be even more stupid.
You have to tell him.

Oh, sure, OK, and he's gonna
be tough but fair, will he?

This person that jumped you
was at the crime scene.

This is now an integral part
of the investigation.

You have no choice.
Shut up!

OK, I know.

I know, OK? Really.

I thought I was doing
something useful.

OK, more than anything,
don't say that to him.

I thought I was doing
something useful.

Did you get a look at this person?

No, but he caught a good
heel spike to the foot

and then I bit him on the arm.

So there was a violent confrontation?
Kind of.

There either was or there wasn't.
Are you hurt?

Just a bump on the head.

Which you haven't
had checked out, right?

Not yet, no.

You will do that, Detective Kingston.

You will also give me
a full written report

of everything that happened,
anything you can remember -

the size of this man, his
physical strength, even his smell.

Anything. Is that clear?
Yes, Senior Sergeant.

And next time you decide
you want to visit a crime scene,

you make a job diary entry
as per protocol.

Yes, Sarge.

You could have been badly hurt
and still lying there on that floor.

Yes, Sarge.

Consider this an official warning.

Here in Homicide,
you play by the rules.

You don't make up your own.

Do you understand that?

Yes, I do.

Sarge, development.

The cross-referencing work

between the client's agency list
and our records came up with a hit.

Clive Sebastian Manning.

Why the licence blow-up
instead of a file photo?

That's because this guy
isn't a crim.

He's another possible
victim, Sarge - rape.

Yeah, he was a client at Love Rules
when it happened.

Matt and Jen are
picking him up now, Sarge.

What's the background on this guy?

He attended the ED at Queen Victoria
about six months ago.

He said he's been mugged.

But he'd been beaten up and,
the doctor realised, anally raped.

If it is the same attacker, it fits
the pattern of escalating violence.

Geoff Adams, raped
nearly 1 2 months ago.

This guy, beaten and raped
six months ago.

And now Samuel Bowler, beaten,
tortured, raped and killed.

Was it reported?
Not by Clive Manning.

The doctor called it in
from the hospital.

By the time the uniforms got there,

Manning had left
the emergency department.

They followed up. He insisted
nothing like that happened to him.

It was just the mugging.

I guess rape's not something guys
want to readily admit to, is it?

Mmm, which is why I want you
in this interview with Jennifer.

We might get more out of Mr Manning
with no males present.

Uh, someone's been murdered?

Yes, tortured and killed.

You might have known him
from the agency.

What agency?

Love Rules, the dating agency.

You were a client there
a year ago, weren't you?

So?

Well, so was this man.
Do you remember him?

No, no, I don't.

Could I see your arm, Mr Manning?
What?

Your left forearm,
if you don't mind.

Thank you.

This man is named Samuel Bowler.

Mr Manning, Clive,

there is evidence Mr Bowler
was raped before he was killed.

That's one of the reasons we were
hoping you might be able to help us.

Right, OK. So that's what this is
about, is it - what that doctor said?

Look, we know
how difficult this is...

Huh, the female tag team.

Better than jelly-wrestling, is it?
Mm.

I wasn't raped!
I was mugged.

How's our new recruit shaping up?

A little overenthusiastic,

but I am reserving
my judgment at the moment.

I heard she took on
some scrote with a knife.

She must be a bit of a goer, hey?
Well...

Had a break in this case yet?

Look, I can't help
you guys with this.

Sir, this happens to
thousands of men every year.

It mostly goes unreported because
the victim feels ashamed and guilty.

Is that right?

He feels as though he should
have been able to defend himself,

but that's not necessarily true.

Why are you telling me this?

Statistically, a large
number of the victims

experience erection and ejaculation.

These are all perfectly natural
physical consequences of male rape

and it doesn't mean the victim
enjoyed it or that he's gay.

That's really
interesting information.

Thanks for sharing it with me,
but I still can't help you guys.

Mr Manning... Mr Manning,
this person who mugged you,

can you tell us what he looked like?

Clever girl.

Was he short? Was he tall?

Uh...1 75. He was very strong.

Yeah. Well, you did well
to get away from him, then.

Did you hear his voice?
No, he didn't speak.

Get a look at his face?

No, no. He had a mask on.

What kind of mask?

A rubber mask, Donald Duck.

That matches
the Geoff Adams case, sir.

The victim in that case reported

the assailant also wore
a Donald Duck mask.

The new girl's kicking goals,
hey, Stanley?

He didn't see his attacker's face or
hear his voice, same as Geoff Adams.

OK, so where are we at now,
boys and girls?

Third victim, sir.
We're sure?

He dodged all your
probing questions on that count.

An ED doctor's notes
give us corroborating details -

abrasions on the wrists and legs
indicative of being bound.

Rectal bleeding. The guy was
tied up and repeatedly sodomised.

He managed to get away
and get himself to a hospital.

He's never gonna
give you any of that.

He gave us the Donald Duck mask.

It's a veiled admission
of what happened, isn't it?

I think so.
And we got a rough height.

1 75 centimetres.

The other thing is this fits in

with your escalating pattern
of violence theory, doesn't it?

Mmm, unfortunately no good to us,
not without a description.

All it does is confirm
our fears this is a series.

It's going to happen again.
Detectives.

I've got a man at the morgue
who's flown in from Perth

to ID his brother's body.

Name's Philip Bowler.
Who's gonna take it?

Sorry about the delay.
They don't usually run out of forms.

It's fine, but I'd like
to get back to my hotel.

How was your flight this morning?
Early.

Again, I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.

Take a seat.

Did you hurt yourself there,
Mr Bowler?

Uh, yes, playing squash.
Can we get this done?

If you'll excuse me.

OK, I've marked
where you need to sign.

So you're taking your brother
back to Perth, then?

That's what Mum wants, yes.
It's not up to me.

How long will it be
before it can be released?

Uh, 'it'?
His body.

Mr Bowler, you don't seem very upset
about your brother's death.

I'm not upset. We haven't spoken
in years. Our mother's not well.

A lot of that has to do with
the pressure Sammy put her under,

pressure I was constantly
expected to deal with.

What kind of pressure?
Oh, business stuff, you know?

Creditors, failed ventures.
Sammy was irresponsible.

Nothing else?
No. What is this?

We're investigating his murder.
Any information's useful.

Well, that's all I can tell you.
Is that it? Are we done?

No, we're not. I checked
your flight, Mr Bowler.

It wasn't this morning. You flew
over straight after we called you.

You were here last night,
weren't you, at your brother's?

You attacked my colleague.

Ohh!

Did you kill your brother,
Mr Bowler?

What? For God's sake, no.

I see. OK.

Well, first, in all fairness
to the good people at the morgue,

they don't run out of forms.

We asked them to say that
when I noticed your limp.

Buy us some time
while we checked your flights.

We've since checked your
brother's history in WA too

where he lived under
your mother's surname.

He did well to escape
conviction, didn't he?

And not for failed business ventures.

Indecent exposure,
indecent assault...

I lost count of the number
of late-night phone calls

I got from police
telling me he'd been arrested.

I can't tell you how much it cost
keeping him out of jail.

What was his problem?
I don't know.

Your mother remarried, didn't she,
and you moved out?

When my stepfather moved in, yes.

Read between the lines.
Abuse?

I don't know for sure,
but, yes, I think so.

Sammy said some things
over the years.

If you didn't kill your brother
do you have any idea who did?

No.

What were you doing
at his place last night?

Nothing.
Why were you there, Mr Bowler?

I was there for... I don't know.
'Cause of all this other stuff.

I was looking for anything
that might get out,

turn ugly, embarrass the family.

What sort of things?
I don't know.

Porn, a diary, pictures.
I don't know.

Nah, it was more than that.

You attacked someone - me.

There's more at stake than your
family's reputation. What was it?

OK, till we work out
the answer to that,

they're gonna have to pop your
brother back in the freezer.

You're not going back to Perth.

You're being charged -
assault police.

Samuel Bowler's sex crimes
go right back to his teens

long before his stepfather
was even in the picture.

All charges were dropped,
more victims ashamed to come forward.

Bowler liked to hurt
to dominate, apparently.

I thought your brought me down here
to talk about suspects, not victims.

We're working through developments,
Superintendent.

Detectives, explain where
this takes us, please.

We're not sure yet, but our
interview with Philip Bowler

raised even more questions.

Like why did he break into
his brother's place?

- What was he doing there?
- What were YOU doing there?

I hear everything. Come on,
golden girl. Give us some answers.

He was protecting himself.
How

Look for journals, diary entries,
anything that would implicate him.

In the murder?
No.

OK, Philip Bowler wants us to think

that his younger brother
was abused by his stepfather,

but I think that Samuel
had been abused for year by HIM.

Look at the similarities
between the victims

and then check out the psych profile.

What are we supposed
to be looking for?

If Samuel Bowler wasn't dead, he
would be the only person in this mix

who fits the psychological profile
of a serial rapist.

So you're saying maybe
we had it back-to-front.

Samuel Bowler fits the only
physical description that we have -

around 1 75, strong.

And Samuel's dead so we don't have
a description of his attacker.

Convenient.

Allie's right -
he was the serial rapist

acting out revenge on his brother
through his victims.

But now the tables have turned

and Samuel's been murdered
by one of his victims.

The question is which one?

Why would I want revenge for
something that didn't happen?

Sir, we know what happened.
No-one is judging you about that.

No, you're accusing me of murder.

Where were you three nights ago?

Oh, I don't know. Um, I was at home.

Can anyone verify that?
Yes. My girlfriend.

How long have you been seeing her?

Uh, about two months.

We'll give her a call,
tell her what all this is about...

No, don't. Please don't do that.

I don't want her to know
anything about any of this.

Then you need to be honest with us.

Did you kill Samuel Bowler?
The guy that attacked me had a mask.

I didn't even know who he was.
So he did rape you?

To be...to be tied to a bed

and violated like that for hours...

Just fear and shame and self-doubt

and worst of all,
like that other cop said,

you respond and it makes you question
everything about yourself afterwards,

just everything.

So, yeah, I lied.

But I didn't kill him.
I didn't even know who he was.

Mr Dexter, you said before
that Samuel Bowler was 'picky'

about the kind of woman
he was looking for.

Y es.

And he never once requested
a DVD of a potential date?

Not that I can recall, no.
You've seen the files.

Carley?
No, he didn't.

But he did keep coming
to the meet and greets?

And paying his fees, yes.

Right, so who was to argue?
Right.

Did you have any relationship
with Samuel Bowler

outside your professional capacity?

That's ridiculous.
What about you, Miss Whitman?

Do you have any particular
recollection of Mr Bowler?

Not really, no.

Particularly in relation to men?
No.

Wasn't there an incident
with your brother?

No.
Her brother Jasper?

Is that his name? I don't remember.

He worked as a waiter
for us a few times.

At the meet and greets?

"He needed work," you said.

He didn't come back
after the incident.

What incident?

It was nothing.

So why lie to us about Jasper
being at the agency?

I didn't lie. I was asked
if he was a member. He wasn't.

Splitting hairs.
You said he'd never been here.

He worked here.
Only casually.

What happened between
your brother and Samuel Bowler?

Jasper spilled a tray of drinks
on him. That's all.

Jasper got upset, took off,
didn't come back to work again.

Jasper gets upset easily.

It's just the way he is.
He's like a big kid.

Same question - why lie about it?

Because of this, exactly this!

Because of his history.
I knew he'd be an instant suspect.

OK, so where is he now?

I don't know.

Carley, you can't protect
your brother all the time.

We need to know.
Where is your brother?

So you can do what?

So we can talk to him
and get to the truth.

You'll scare him.
You'll scare him and upset him.

He'll dig himself into
an even deeper hole.

Why would he dig himself into a hole?

OK, Carley, if you want
to protect your brother,

you need to tell us everything.

You can come with us
when we pick him up.

You've got to be
completely honest with us.

OK.

About six weeks ago...

.. I came home and found him.

He was naked, tied to his bed,

bleeding from there.

And he begged me not to tell anyone.
He begged me.

Carley, are you saying that Jasper
was raped by Samuel Bowler?

Y es. He must have picked him out
another time when he was working.

But Jasper didn't kill him.
He told me and I believe him.

Well, now he has to tell us,
doesn't he?

OK, Carley, where can we find him?

Carley.

Now, remember why you're here -

keep him calm, make sure
this happens with no fuss.

Now go.

Jasper.

Jasper, no.
No.

Leave me alone.
Leave me alone! Leave me alone.

- Jasper.
- Stop.

Jasper, it's OK.
Stay away!

We just wanna talk.
Stay away or I'll kill you!

I will! No, no, no!
Jasper!

They're gonna make me tell.

They'll make me tell
about everything,

about what he did to me,
about his smell.

Jasper, no. They know already.

It's OK.
No, it's not!

You said you'd fix it!
You said you'd keep me safe.

But it's not OK. They won't
believe me, like last time.

It wasn't my fault,
but they won't believe me.

Jasper, it doesn't matter,
any of it.

I'll look after you
like I always have. Please.

Carley, don't move. Don't move!
Listen to your sister, OK?

- No! Carley!
- Weapon clear!

Carley, help!
Put your hands behind your back.

Calm down. Just calm down.
Dunny, take him.

Carley?
You're under arrest, Jasper Cooper.

Carley, help me!
It wasn't my fault. I didn't do it!

I know! You're not going to jail.

I know you didn't do it.
I know you didn't.

That incident with Bowler
at the agency

when your brother dropped the drinks,

it wasn't just an accident,
was it, Carley?

Was it, Carley?

His smell?

Well, he used a very
particular cologne

to mask this...musky smell he had.

Jasper remembered it
from when he was raped.

And he smelled it again
when he was serving the drinks?

Yeah.

What happened?

Jasper freaked right out.

When he realised it was him,
he dropped the tray and he ran.

I found him at home that night
and he told me.

He told me it was Bowler.

And you said that you'd fix it?

And I did.

I wasn't sure at first
so I went to his house.

I broke in. I found the mask -
Donald Duck like Jasper had said.

I... I did it.

I tied him up and I whipped him
until he confessed and then...

.. I killed him.

Come on, you're making this up
to protect your brother.

I did it.
Prove it.

I wanted him to die knowing
what it was like for my brother.

And so I raped him
as brutally as I could.

What with?

A vibrator.

Which is why there was
no semen present, was there?

Jen and Dunny
are down the pub already.

See you there.
Alright, mate.

Kingston.

Joyner.

Going to the pub. You coming?

Oh, I'm not much of a drinker.

Pool
shark? Darts.

Good work today.
See you in the morning.

Thank you, Sarge.

You keep your knuckleduster
in your handbag, alright?

So you coming?

It doesn't really feel like
we had much of a win, does it?

Yeah, Homicide's like that.
You get used to it.

Yeah, if I last long enough.

It better be your shout first, then.

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