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We have a visitor in town. This is a government woman.

I'm looking for the Stiles family.

No-one of that name around here.

If I were you, I'd get back in your car and head back to your office.

What did Kumar tell you?

He gave me a USB.

Until I get to the bottom of this, no-one is safe.

Oh, there's people, dear, well, you just can't trust.

We, uh... lived in Sydney.

Dover Heights.

I can't go with YOU! You're the one they want!

My old man claims he caught a red hand here once.

He's lying.

They're a sea fish.

This is freshwater, but...

we are... we are close to the sea.

Mm.

Nice.

Mm.

The strangest-looking fish.

Fins are like hands and they...

sort of shuffle on the bottom.

All but extinct now, like 80% of the planet.

Mm.

Mm. Mm-hm-hm. Mm.

The first time I saw it...

I began to understand evolution.

The hand came first...

then the apes.

Get her! Get her off me!

- Alright. Alright. Alright. Get... Get... - Settle down. Get her off me!

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Are you sleeping in the secret garden now?

No.

Have you been poofing again?

No.

Can you tell me a Dad story?

Yeah.

Like Dad's in this, you know,

enormous pantry and he wants food.

Lots of it.

Where have you been?!

Hello, darling.

How was school?

Did you make some friends?

What did you learn?

I learnt Ms Butler is divorced

and makes a snorty sound when she laughs.

Oh, great. Have you guys had dinner?

Two biscuits and some cheese dip.

Yum. So, you're both good then.

Bed.

Uh... I... I have to duck out just for a moment.

Are you both good to get yourselves to bed?

You promised me you would read Anne Of Green Gables.

Oh, not tonight, sweetheart. I just, uh...

Maybe just one short fairytale.

"A man sets out to marry a miller's daughter..."

And... duh-duh-duh... And then it goes... Ah.

"Ah, but when the girl gets to the small isolated house,

a bird whispers to her to leave, but she decides to enter anyway.

And, after looking, she finds an old woman

who tells her, if she stays,

then the only thing she'll marry is her death."

Death. Right.

Otis! You get away from there!

Listen, you need to go look after Iris.

Turn off the lights, close all the blinds.

Alright?

What's that in the back?

It's roadkill.

Don't open the door to strangers.

Or Frankie!

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation...

through prayer and petition...

- you will find the peace of God... - I'm sorry. Excuse me.

- ... no anxiety... - What now?

I murdered someone!

I didn't mean to. I was...

I was trying to save her

from the psycho woman who WAS gonna kill her.

When you say you murdered someone,

who exactly?

I don't know. I hadn't met her before.

And you murdered her why?

She was in a cage, and I was trying to save her.

- And now they're after me! - The Russians?

No, it's my neighbours.

Where are you now?

I don't... I've got the...

I've got the body in the back and I'm going to the police.

No, you absolutely must not go to the police!

Just yesterday, I went to the gym,

and, of course, when I got there

I found I had left my runners at home.

I was anxious, but...

You need to get rid of the...

lamp,

preferably somewhere far away from you.

Is there anyone in town you can trust?

No, no-one.

Is there anybody who can help you dispose of it?

Uh...

Um...

Maybe one person.

I'll pay you a thousand dollars cash.

Thanks very much.

Wait, wait, do I have to do something for it?

Ohh... agh...

Would you like ME to do it?

No!

I must do this myself.

I killed her.

It's my responsibility.

I killed someone.

Yeah, but the upside is you didn't mean to.

I murdered her.

I have... I have multiple degrees.

I've run huge companies.

- I have multiple degrees... - Yeah. Yeah. You mentioned that.

And for what?

To become a murderer.

You were trying to rescue her and...

just happened to run her over.

Right.

Pull yourself together. Come on.

Come on.

- Careful with her! - I've got her. I've got her.

I've got her.

I can't do this.

Take me to the police. I need to hand myself in and go to prison.

You realise that raft isn't a motorboat, don't you,

and the police station is 12 clicks back against the current?

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil

is for good men to do nothing.

Ha. You're OK then, doesn't apply to women.

Look, here's as good as anywhere.

Oof!

She probably had a gravesite all chosen...

buried next to a loved one or a small pet.

This is so wrong.

This river, surrounded by thousand-year-old trees,

birds and wild animals...

you can bury ME here.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Let's get stuck into it. Come on.

So, what, um... approach, what method, do we employ here?

- Method? - Mm.

Uh... Dig a hole, bung her in, cover with dirt and get the hell out.

That'd be MY method.

You probably have more experience with this sort of thing.

Hm?

Yeah. Yeah, burying bodies, more hobby than method for me.

Just go back and stay with the raft.

Go on.

Go on.

♪ People will say we're in love... ♪

Oh, oh! Bless!

Who sang that one?

Shirley Jones and Gordon Macrae.

Oklahoma.

Let's check on our guest.

Where is she?

Who was watching her?!

We took it in turns. The cage was bolted, I promise.

Someone switched off the security cameras at 9:14.

Which means that someone here let that woman escape.

We'll find her, sister.

It was ages ago, pet.

She could have called anyone.

She could be with the police right now.

Jason won't do nothin'.

Not him, you fool. The real police.

Argh!

Her car's in town, Frankie. She must be on foot.

Tracks are going into the forest.

If she's in the forest, she'll be dead.

No-one survives out there.

She is with the government. Someone sent her here.

They know where she is.

Pretty soon the police will be crawling all over the place.

Tarquin...

tow the car to the other side of the island and toss it over a cliff.

Drago, get the dogs.

The rest of you, look for her.

If she makes it out of here alive, we are all dead.

Nah, forget school, love.

I want you to go into town.

Tell Jason to listen in on his police radio.

Now, you call me the moment any outside cops turn up.

If we go down...

we go down as a family.

We should get to school.

Where's Mum? We should wait.

I think she went for... a run.

All night?

She likes running.

WHEN did she like it?

She'll be home when we get back.

Hello?

Jeremiah?!

Hello!

Is anyone there?!

Hello?

Why do they say that?

"I am reaching out to you."

No, you are not.

You are sending me a bloody email.

Sorry, just wondering if you've heard from Robin.

"Reaching out."

Like there's some kind of emotional commitment

in sending a friggin' email.

In these last desperate hours, I am reaching out

to tell you that Friday's 1400 intra-team meeting will now at 1415.

No, I haven't heard.

- Should I have? - It's unusual.

Robin normally phones in five times a day when she's away.

And you see her not calling as a problem how?

Or...

are you questioning whether this happiness can last?

Is this the last golden summer before the outbreak of war?

She's not filed any expenses,

and normally she does at the end of every day.

What was she working on again?

I don't know. YOU sent her.

All I really heard was the word 'Tasmania'

and the thought of her not being in the office for a few days.

Too much to hope she's fallen in love, is not coming back?

Excuse me, everyone.

I am reaching out here.

Does anyone remember why the hell I sent Robin to Tasmania?

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no! Idiot! Oh!

Agh!

Oh!

Oh, idiot!

Ohh!

Everyone takes coffee so seriously in Melbourne.

The source, the roast, university degrees in milk frothing.

Ask for a cup of tea and you get a 10-cent bag and some hot water.

At least the bags come in muslin now.

Dressing up a few tea leaves in a wedding frock doesn't fool anyone,

it's just lazy, so...

Well, it's been quite a few years, but, um...

these accounts seem to be absolutely perfect.

So, not cooked?

Oh, yeah, cooked.

Brilliantly cooked, by experts.

Why are you dragging ME back from the dead

when it's been 10 years?

I make hats for dogs now.

How are they cooked?

Round robin bank accounts,

internal audits,

shelf companies and fake member contribution statements.

Same old.

You know, the hats started as a hobby, but they've really taken off.

- Have you seen my website? - Yes, lovely.

Where should I be looking?

Why aren't you using all the experts at the office?

I mean, God knows there's enough of them.

I did.

Well, what did THEY say?

That the books are perfect.

Oh. Right.

Mm.

And you think someone very senior is involved.

Where should I be looking?

ProsperAus super accounts.

Long-term funds

where they can hide fraud,

playing permanent catch-up.

Disguise illegal funds and blame it on market fluctuations.

Where does the money end up?

You're never gonna find THAT.

Have I shown you the hats I'm making for Great Danes?

Mm.

That one's $4.95.

- There you go. - Thank you.

- That's all good. - Thanks!

Hi... This one here, how much?

Excuse me!

Please wait your turn.

I apologise.

That was very rude of me.

Let's not make a habit of it.

Mm.

Oh...

Fixed it, Frankie.

I was gonna fill it up with diesel, but I haven't got any.

Just as well. It runs on petrol.

Well, I ain't got any of that either, to be honest.

What I need, Connor, is your actual expertise.

Now, if this town was to be invaded...

By aliens, you mean?

It's on the cards. Just a matter of time, really.

... and we think now that time is very close...

Yeah, I've seen, haven't I? Scoping the area at night.

A woman? In beige?

No, an alien scouting party.

This is exactly the kind of off-reservation place

that they'd choose to land an armada.

Given you're on the edge of town,

would you keep an eye out for any outsiders?

Well, they could just as easily come out from underground, like.

Don't just watch the skies.

They could've been down there for 1,000 years waiting for the right...

We think this woman

is part of their advance party.

Yeah, well, I've met her, haven't I?

Classic alien features.

She'll have a probe in her brain, she'll have visuals.

Alright... I'll tell you what...

you give me a team, I can beat their first advance.

Alright? I've already identified five key vantage points

before you even hit town.

You've got Jordi Ridge, you've got Tyson Rock.

Now, wind'll play absolute havoc with an assault rifle up there,

so, I'd be wanting strategic assault back-up

at eye level throughout the town.

Fascinating. Now, if you see anyone, you tell me, eh?

Yeah, you claim height, Frankie, you win the battle every time.

As long as you've got underpinning fire.

Standing guard out here, mate?

There's nothing in there but letters and envelopes.

I'm just standing. You got a problem with that?

No, no.

Just messing with you.

Here, you want a cup of hot chocolate

or you've got a problem with that?

Your mum's mob out looking for something?

Don't ask me questions.

Well, that kind of limits chatting.

I'm a little bit out of the loop.

Frankie and I don't speak that often.

Why do you talk to me like you know me real well?

Well, I can see the family resemblance.

Like my mum?

No, no, I wouldn't say I see much of her in you, no.

What, my dad? You knew him?

Yeah. Yeah, we were good mates.

- Caley? - Oh!

Any leads yet on exactly where in Tasmania I may have sent her?

The west coast.

She was working on some file that ended in 2011

and was never officially closed.

Well, that describes 90% of all government files.

Apparently, there were a lot of recurring payments

made by this department to some post office box somewhere

but never accounted for.

- So, there must be a postcode? - Not that I can find,

but the file that she was working was pretty water-damaged.

Oh, right, the sewage debacle.

What about Robin's family?

I don't think she has one.

She talks about her Burmese cat a lot.

The file had a stamp from the Attorney General's office

and a name,

but no explanation.

Agh...

There you go.

- Here. - Thanks, bro.

How come you're so clever?

Born a genius. Can't help it.

That would be hard. I was joking.

I don't know, I'm just good at dumb shit and lousy at everything else.

That must be hard. I was joking again.

I mean, I can do other stuff.

Kick a soccer ball.

Run. Skateboard.

So, not really useful skills.

What are YOU good at?

Sewing, cleaning, cooking.

Not anything she's teaching us.

I've never heard of any of this stuff.

We get taught at the Community, but the teacher left

because he defiled the Lord.

How?

Not allowed to speak of him anymore.

Stop talking to me.

Where have YOU been?

Drawing a picture of the goat Mum gave away.

I put it on our family tree.

Did you get your bag and jacket?

Looks more like a horse.

Since when was Jeremiah our uncle?

Recess.

Go get your bag. We'll miss the bus.

- Do you think Mum will be home? - Sure to be.

Oh!

Remember when we first got dumped here?

30 acres of nothing.

The three of us.

Braving it out.

Well, I was in a bad place.

The drugs messed my head a bit.

You, me and Johnno.

Yeah, watch it! Watch it!

We built this from nothing.

Heh. We made good.

Until Johnno started having his visions.

Yeah.

Now it's just you, me and Jackie.

That's all that matters.

And Brony and baby and Stretch...

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, pet. - ... and Drago and...

Love 'em.

But really it's just the three of us.

Oh!

Show her. This was taken at 9:36.

Stella and the ute?

I put a tracker on it, as per your request.

So, she went to the pass, stopped for a while at Venn's corner,

and then turned around and went to Jeremiah's place.

And you didn't think to report that to me?

Is she alone?

Show her.

Yeah, she hits a bump here, and there's a body in the back.

A body of a woman.

Alive?

Show her the other one!

She looks... not well.

Dead.

Where's the ute now?

She spent the night with him?

Cheap home-wrecker.

What is this woman playing at?

Sweetie, find me our Dover Heights neighbour, please.

I don't know why you bother with that woman.

She's nothing but trouble.

_

- Yep? - Pick them up.

- I thought you said we... - I know what I said,

but we can't just leave them running loose.

Arrest them.

What would happen if mankind disappeared altogether?

_

_

Easy-peasy.

_

_

_

Police! Don't move!

Do not move! Get on the ground!

Hands now! Get on the ground!

Put your hands in the air! Get on the ground!

It's me! It's me!

God!

Do you ever tire of killing people?!

Well, you shouldn't have snuck up on me like that.

How about you get the poker out of my face?

What?!

How did you find me?

I looked for the tracks that kept going round and round.

I am perfectly capable...

I can see that. I could tell by the way you handled my raft.

- The current took it... - Right, not your fault.

Well, it wasn't exactly well-constructed.

Ah, we've gotta get you warm.

I am fine where I am.

I know.

Why haven't you lit a fire?

You think I didn't consider that?

There are no matches and there is only wet wood that...

Well, that is just a stupid place to keep that.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Dry spot, protected from the weather.

Yeah, what were they thinking, eh?

It's her!

Quick! It's not Mum!

Up here.

- They might know where Mum is! - They don't! Hurry!

Is this the secret garden?

Where are all the flowers?

Hiding, like us.

Sit down.

This place is our secret. Promise?

Pinky promise.

Looks like they've shot through.

Argh. Let's get out of here!

She must be off with Jeremiah.

What are we gonna do then?

I'm glad you found me.

I wasn't sure I'd make it.

I mainly came back for the raft, so, uh...

This is not who I am.

I feel like I've landed on another planet.

I have no touchstones, I can't...

I can't control anything.

You're used to feeling in control, are ya?

Everybody likes to control things.

Don't YOU?

No.

No, I don't think I've ever been in control.

I got given a blue heeler when I was five.

That's when I realised...

you can't really control anything.

Well...

I'm different.

You're not supposed to control this environment.

That's what's fucked it up.

You've just gotta go with it and...

hope.

'Night.

'Night.

Are you leaving?

See if I can rescue this raft.

I... I don't know where the river is.

You're kidding.

It's a hundred metres that way.

Oh, right, THAT river.

I'd take the path out, though.

The one directly next to the hut.

Make sure you don't take the left one.

That's, uh...

Yeah.

Come in, darling.

Still no sign of trouble?

No.

Mm.

False alarm.

But the real question is who let that woman out of that cage?

How do you mean?

Well, she couldn't have got out of that cage by herself.

Someone here calmed the dogs,

switched off the security cameras

and freed that woman.

But you say you didn't see anything, eh?

No.

Five minutes. Five minutes, come on. Let's hurry this up.

Are you happy? Keep it up, brother!

Are you happy?

Hey, I'm goin'.

Come on dipshits, let's go!

Don't start. I've just paddled 12 K up-river.

I told you, stay out of it.

Why'd you go with her in the first place?

Money. Enough to buy a tiller.

You went up-river to bury a body for a $200 rudder?

Yeah. And an anchor chain.

I don't mind.

Each to their own.

It's just I usually dispose of my dead bodies

in daylight hours and borrow Darryl's van,

but your choice.

Righto.

Spend the night with her. Fine.

Yes, that was our first date.

A threesome, me, her and a corpse.

I don't... Where's this coming from? You can't be jealous.

No. Wouldn't dare.

This is not the Billy and Jodie show.

I'm not him. We never expected anything from each other.

I don't expect anything from you,

so, don't flatter yourself.

I mean, take a look out there. You don't have a lot of competition.

What other options do I have?

Just as long as you know I can't be Billy.

Yeah, yeah.

You told me that.

A couple of times.

But now, by helping her, you've entered Frankie's world.

You've made yourself one of them,

and you promised me you never would.

I'm not one of her lot.

That's what your brother said.

What do you think is gonna happen

when whoever employed this woman comes looking for her

and you get arrested for burying her body?

I didn't say I'd worked through ALL the details.

Right.

Mum!

Mum, I've been looking everywhere for you!

Your stupid mother got lost in the forest.

Mum! You're safe!

It's alright.

It's OK. OK.

Alright, alright.

Have you been crying?

Lots.

Are you stoned?

No.

- Don't you dare start that shit again! - Chill, OK?

It's just a plant.

You're always telling me to eat my greens.

Not smoke it. Where did you get it from?

Did someone sell it to you at school?

No, no, HE'S selling it!

- Shut up! - What?

I didn't say anything about the secret garden!

Otis...

what secret garden?

Otis!

Vance Horsley?

I am that he.

My name's Rowan Furness. This is Caley Webster.

We're from the Department of Finance.

Oh.

Wes Fortescue still running things there, is he?

Yes, he is. How did you know that?

Somhita Pradeep moved on to the Forecasting Division.

Philip 'the phenomena' Montgomery, he's now Band 1 Health.

Still on two packs a day, is he?

Keep abreast of things.

Yeah, Jess Erzeren, she's still running numbers for the Transport.

No, good woman. Can't count.

Uh... Yes. What we're interested in is a file from our archives.

A recurring payment made to various post office boxes

somewhere in Tasmania

over a period of almost 30 years.

A lot of money that had something to do

with the Attorney General's Department

when you were deputy secretary?

Under the great Harry Briscott.

We are currently trying to determine

the name of the town where, uh...

one of our operatives might be or might have gone to.

Your name appeared on what is left of the file

as having chaired a series of meetings in 1983

that set up this payment scheme.

No.

You don't remember?

It was a long shot.

These walls... have ears.

Is there anything at all that you can tell us?

Well, maybe if you had a little bit of a chat

to our leading security organisation

you wouldn't go astray.

- So, ASI... - No, I didn't say that.

I never said that. I didn't say that.

OK.

Bye-bye.

You'll need to get a Level 6 security clearance.

Alright.

You can't do this!

I get lost for one night and suddenly you're a dealer?

You drink. I've seen you plastered.

That's very different.

And always in a business setting!

Please don't do this. It's the only way I can survive this place.

Just stay out of the road of that.

Alright, you get back inside, please.

Inside now, sweetie.

Do not inhale that. Hop inside.

Hey! Hey!

You stay out of the road! Don't inhale that.

Hold your breath. Now go inside.

- Get off me. Get off me. - Inside the house and lock the door!

Hey.

Yeah?

Has that woman set fire to her house?

Fuck!

No.

No, no, no.

No, no, no!

What...

What are you, crazy?!

Goddamn!

Put it out!

Fuck.

Argh!

- What are you doing?! - Saving my children.

The last thing they need is this shit.

Agh!

Oh, my God, it was yours.

Of course it was bloody mine!

This used to be my brother's house before the bank stole it from us.

I didn't realise.

You just incinerated

my only ticket out of this shithole.

Days away from being dry, from me being able to finish my boat

and sail the fuck out of here!

I thought it was Frankie's! Argh.

Is that why you've been hanging around?

Not to help me with your... with your

fuckin' lice-ridden puffy jackets.

Just stay right out of my way, lady.

No.

You stay out of MY way.

My five-ways!

Ohh.

This takes me back 30 years to university days.

Takes me back to a hotel room in East Berlin with the ambassador.

We got high, played Yahtzee all night

and he told me everything I needed to know.

He's got clearance. Section 3, Level 6.

I hope that...

this...

is...

You have to be aware.

You know? Of the...

things.

Things. There's...

big things.

Oh, that ceiling is so pretty.

I'm gonna vomit.

What you are about to hear is many levels above your pay grade.

If you repeat a word of it to anyone, anyone at all -

your wife, your best friend, your dog...

your career will be finished.

Well... none of that's much of a threat, but I understand.

In late January 1983,

as part of an idiot fiscal initiative,

former whistleblowing mobsters, hired killers,

bikie drug couriers, the odd spy in hiding

and the occasional wrong-time-wrong-place civilian,

anyone who turned court's valuable evidence,

was paid to go into hiding and resettle.

All of them living in one town,

pretending to be somebody else for the rest of their lives,

and all of them living with the constant fear

that they might be found out and killed as payback.

And what happened?

Somehow, like most government initiatives,

they forgot the place ever existed.

And you're saying this is where I sent Robin?

Until recently I hadn't heard a squeak from there.

I thought the place was safe.

Oh, my God.

I have to find her.

Robin Ricketts is dead.

No.

How?

Police say she drove her car over a cliff.

Did she?

And you will meet a similar fate

unless you burn that file and forget you ever saw it.

Why was she even there?

It was just to stop her calling staff meetings for a few days.

No! No!

No!

What the hell are you doing?!

The question is why is she here?

She doesn't care for these people. She's not one of us.

- What about everyone else? - They need to be taught a lesson.

You're gonna have to choose a side, Jeremiah.

ProsperAus is an open sewer.

The moment I started looking they were tracking me.

Is there anyone who can corroborate any of this?

Former CEO of ProsperAus.

Annika Van Cleef?

Let's put it to a vote. Show of hands?

What is happening? What... What are you gonna do with that?

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