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Yeah, but just tell Jim

that we need to get... we need to make a plan, OK?

I know it's bad, but can we just...

Well, no, he's 17 years old.

He's technically a fucking kid, mate.

So can we stop talking about Martin and just...

Alright, come on. Let's get this done.

Yeah.

I mean, I always knew you were clever.

And now the whole bloody town knows, mate.

Fuckin' smart-arse kid.

I didn't name you.

It's not about that.

You only told one side of the truth.

Yeah.

Anyway, it's all true.

- It's not my fault... - Fuck!

...Silver's a shithole.

Oh, no, no, no!

Fuck!

We found the knife, Mandy.

The one that killed Jasper.

A witness says they saw you

throw it in the river last night.

No comment.

- An anonymous tip-off? Fuck. - Jesus, Scotty!

- Charge her or release her. - We're still gathering evidence.

This is a no case.

So, what, Mandy murdered Jasper, hid the knife and, what,

three days later just tossed it in a river?

Have you looked at anyone else?

Have you done any other interviews, Scotty?

- Just about everyone in town. - Bullshit.

At this stage, I have no cause

to alter the focus of the investigation.

Do what you have to.

You can see her now.

Oh, hey.

Liam's at Josie's?

Yeah, yeah. She picked him up.

He's fine.

Nick says they can hold me without charge

for a "reasonable time".

Whatever that is.

Oh, yeah. 8, 12 hours.

Maybe overnight.

We'll get you out of here as soon as we can.

I don't have an alibi.

The footage of me and Jasper...

I can't remember what happened.

And thanks to Garth's roofies, I never will, but...

...I know we weren't fighting.

The footage just didn't get the right... context.

I wasn't trying to hurt him

or him, me.

Alright.

Just gotta convince Scotty.

I didn't sleep with him either.

Oh, I didn't think...

The thing is, you not believing me about that

makes it easy to believe the other stuff.

I didn't fuck Jasper and I didn't kill him.

OK.

As for Vern, sort that shit out.

Shouldn't I be focusing on getting you out of here

than worrying about family shit?

Not unrelated, Martin.

Who's looking after Liam?

Thanks.

Alright, he goes up, they're all following him...

Oh, get the camera, get the camera.

Um, Mr Scarsden, can you tell us what went on in there?

Uh, can you confirm that, uh, Mandy Bond -

the woman intimately involved

with the Riversend Church murderer -

is the police's main person of interest

in Jasper Speight's brutal death?

Have the police laid charges?

What's your involvement?

Oh, OK. Alright, cut, cut, cut, cut. Stop.

Martin, come on.

Give me something.

You are with Mandy, then, right?

Right there on the inside yet again?

Fuck me, Doug.

No wonder everyone thinks you're a lightweight.

Hi, Martin.

Beth, hi.

Upstairs sent me to cover

the whole "famous footballer" angle in your friend's murder.

Apparently, Mandy's been arrested?

What?

Look.

I can write this.

But, really, you should.

You've got the inside running.

You could help her if you control the story.

Or would you rather leave that to Doug Monkton?

Just a few little things for the pantry.

Thank you.

By the way, our French financiers,

they've got on to me again.

They're getting impatient.

This needs to happen, OK?

Oh, I... Uh, may I help you?

Hello. Hi.

Hi, Mrs Speight.

I'm Beth Ramachandran from 'The Sydney Morning Herald'.

I'm very sorry about your son.

Oh, the police have already

arrested a young woman, Mandalay Bond.

Yes, I would love to ask you a few questions,

get a sense of who Jasper was.

Sometimes it can really be useful

to get the real person out there,

stop people from running away with the narrative.

No, no.

Look, I understand if now's not the right time.

That's if you change your mind.

- Here you go. - Oh, very nice.

Thanks, Josie.

Who's that?

- Hello. - Yeah, g'day, Vern.

- It's me. - Marty, g'day.

Hey, uh, have you got a sec?

Put it on speaker.

Uh, yeah, sure.

Yeah, Mandy's been arrested for Jasper's murder.

Yeah, Josie told me. Is she alright?

Yeah, they got some tip-off.

Look.

And I was wondering if you might have...

Um, listen, Marty, um...

...how about you come over here

and we'll have a proper chat face to face?

What, to your house?

We've got the baby.

Yeah. I mean, the... the little bloke's here, mate.

He's your boy too now. You thought of that?

Uh...

Yeah, of course I...

Alright, I'll be over.

Righto.

- Jeez... - That's good.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah.

Wow!

Yeah, look who it is.

Huh.

He's just finishing up in the shed.

Do you want a cuppa?

Oh, no. I'm alright, thanks. Cheers.

Hey, you OK?

- Hey. - How can I help?

So the, uh... Look.

The police found the knife that killed Jasper,

pulled it out of the river,

and they reckon someone saw Mandy

throw it off Pelican Jetty last night.

Yeah, it's obviously bullshit.

But since she was alone at the time,

no-one can verify she didn't.

She was alone? Where were you?

Oh, I was, um...

...I was at the pub.

We'd had a fight.

Look, I remember as a kid you'd sometimes fish around there.

Yeah. What time was she supposed to have been there?

- About 8:30. - Top of the tide was 5:10.

We were off the water before 6:00.

Look, the jetty is a popular spot.

People are chucking a line out there

all times of the day and night, so...

There was no-one there when we were there,

but, I mean, someone could've turned up later, you know,

so it's probably worth asking around.

Yeah, great. I will.

Well, good luck.

So, uh, half water, half milk in the bottle.

He has mashed veggies at 6:00. Bedtime at 8:00, right?

- Yep. - And likes the dinosaur book.

Alright, go on. You get out of here.

- Thank you. Cheers. - Alright.

- Alright, you'll be fine, mate? - Yeah.

- He'll be fine. - Alright.

- Didn't do it last night. - No? Not at all?

- No. - Alright, thanks.

Alright.

Whoever chucked that knife could've done it days ago,

then they waited till Mandy was alone

so they could say that she did it.

Leave it with me.

I'll, um...

...I'll have a chat to Scotty,

see if he's willing to go out there and ask a few questions.

If they can't identify the anonymous tip-off,

they have to let her go.

..leading stories from around the region

as the MUA board investigates allegations of exam fraud.

Five final-year medical students

are alleged to have hacked into the university's system

and downloaded examination results,

selling them to fellow students.

Shit, Marty.

Everyone's gonna be pissed.

Hey, um, pen's mightier than the sword or what?

Hey. Come on. Let's go.

Nick.

G'day, mate. Hey, I just got a call from Scotty.

They can't hold Mandy any longer.

- She's good to go. - Oh, thanks.

Mum.

- Hey, buddy. Did you miss me? - Yeah.

Shall we get out of here? Yeah?

Let's go!

Yeah?

- Mama! - Yeah?

Uh, OK. Uh, Ms Bond! Can you give us...

A fat lip? Love to.

Catastrophe seems to follow you around,

doesn't it, Mandy?

How does it feel to have moved from Riversend

only to be caught up in yet another brutal tragedy?

Are the police planning on charging you?

Do you worry about the impact on your child?

Doug Monkton in town.

Your mate Beth.

And the rest.

"Well, there comes a time in every woman's life

"where the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne."

Simone de Beauvoir.

Bette Davis.

Huh.

Shall we?

Oh, um...

...I just need a couple of hours.

I need to go to the backpacker's.

Right.

Jasper did the books there.

Harry must know something.

I'm doing this for you.

I know you are.

OK, buddy. Let's go.

Hello there.

Oh, hey. I'm looking for Harry. You seen him?

Uh...

We heard him and Toria screaming at each other earlier.

Then Toria took off without Royce

and Royce took off for the bus stop.

What's up there?

I don't know.

Good luck, though.

Things go south between you and Toria, mate?

Well, you two clearly got into some trouble

with Harry and Tyson St Clair.

It have anything to do with Jasper Speight's murder?

What?

No, it's nothing to do with that.

Right, but...

...but serious enough to get you beaten up.

I saw what Harry did to you.

Toria just...

...always goes one step too far.

You ever worked overseas, like, on a visa?

- Yeah, quite a bit, actually. - Not writing.

Picking spuds, pulling beers, cleaning up after people.

Uh, then no.

Well, it's shit-as.

It's pretty much slave labour

just so you can stay in the country a few extra weeks.

Yeah, you gotta work

in a regional area for a visa extension.

But not everyone can be fucked

sweating it out picking fruit for three months.

So they and the farmer or pub-owner

or someone like Tyson St Clair

do a deal, a shortcut -

sex for visas.

You slimy bastard!

You thought some empty threats

from Harry Drake was gonna scare me off?

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop!

- Yep, hang on. - I want my visa!

And my money! I'm not kidding, you dick!

- What the fuck are you doing? - You owe me!

- Toria, what are you doing? - You can't just renege.

That's not how this works!

Toria, let's go. What the fuck is...

The money, you arsehole!

We had a deal!

For a young person,

you're certainly very old-fashioned, Toria.

Old-fucking-fashioned?

I've still got the video

and I'll show your wife if you don't pay up

what a lech she's married to!

You know how to take the curse off secrets, Toria?

Don't have any.

Leave the blackmail to the grown-ups.

Arsehole!

I'm guessing you'll be wanting a lift.

Do many people know about this sex-for-visa thing?

Stay in any hostel in the city

and you'll hear that Port Silver Backpackers'

has practically turned it into a business.

Let's just get my stuff and go to the bus stop.

I don't want to stay in this shithole a second longer.

Hello, Jay Jay? Yeah, hi.

Um... Look.

That idea you had about holding

a memorial service for Jasper at Hummingbird?

Yeah, I've... I've, um...

Look, I've thought about it and I'd really like to...

Well, I'd love to do it.

Just a few of the people he shared Hummingbird with,

a celebration of who he was.

Some snacks for now...

Who's that?

Have a look.

Hello.

- Hello. - I heard they let you out.

You must be very relieved to be back with your little one.

Yeah.

I've been doing some thinking.

Jasper meant the world to me,

but you were his friend too and...

God, I mean, you found him.

You... you've been to Gatherings at Hummingbird?

Jay Jay has offered tonight's Gathering

as a tribute to Jasper.

Oh, that's lovely.

Will you come?

Um...

I don't think that's a good idea.

- The media and... - Please.

You... you and he were obviously close.

G'day, mate!

What do you know about visa fraud?

Federal jurisdiction,

massive penalties, like 20 years in prison.

- What's on your mind? - Jasper.

Look, Tyson St Clair and a bunch of local farmers

have got this scheme going.

They get sex from backpackers

in exchange for a quick sign-off on their visa extensions.

Yeah, right. And you're connecting that to Jasper how?

Well, Jasper did the accounts at the Breakwater.

So what if he found out about the scam and threatened Tyson?

Tyson's married.

He's got high-powered business interests.

Throw in the threat of very real jail time,

that is more than enough motive for murder.

OK, look, Tyson St Clair

is a very powerful guy around here.

I wouldn't be a lawyer if I didn't advise you

to tread carefully before making accusations.

Sure.

- You grab an end? - Huh?

Oh, sure.

Just up here.

Oh. You're not just gonna leave it here, are you?

Someone will nick it.

In Port Silver?

Mate, you've been away for a while.

How long have you been here?

Seven years.

Mate, I walked out of the city, I sold up, I never looked back.

You know, you spend all your money

trying to compensate for never being around.

I get to see my kids grow up,

get to be around family, you know?

'The Sydney Fuckin' Morning Herald'?

Look at it. Oh, what is this?

Is this your nephew, hey? Your nephew!

Oh, Martin Scarsden, is it?

Just fuckin' calm down, for Christ sake!

Don't fuckin' tell me to calm down, mate!

- He didn't mean... - Hey?

He didn't mean it to blow up, OK?

He's just... He's a kid.

- He didn't mean it to blow up! - What is...

Work never ends, hey?

Yep.

Bloody hell.

It's good news about Mandy.

- Where is she? - Oh, at home.

- How is she? - Yeah, she's alright, I think.

Don't make that assumption too often.

Mandy is pretty self-sufficient.

Huh! Well, let me tell you a story.

First pregnancy me and Josie had,

she was, uh... she was, "Don't worry, love. I got this."

She was brilliant, you know? Did all the scans on her own.

And then she bloody miscarried, late,

and I was on a charter, so...

Man, I'm sorry.

- I had no idea. - Of course you didn't.

You weren't bloody here.

I got a cadetship.

Marty, you can push the past away as much as you like,

but it's the past that tells you who you are today.

I gotta work.

Oh, thanks for doing this.

Well, he really loved it here.

You know, I used to see Hummingbird

from a business point of view.

As I stand here, I...

...I get it.

Well, open yourself up to it.

You never know. It might do something to you.

Mandy?

Beth?

- Is Doug Monkton here too? - No, no, no.

I'm just getting some background on Jasper for a story.

At his memorial?

Well, his mum invited me.

I thought I'd be like a pariah,

but she was like, "No, no, you must come."

I guess she wants his memorial... memorialised.

Is Martin here?

Uh, no, not yet.

I'm not sure what he's up to, frankly.

He's very protective of you.

I couldn't get anything out of him.

You and me both.

So how's Liam?

Yeah, he's good. Martin's uncle's babysitting.

After school? Work on a trawler, I suppose.

Fishing? What fish?

I mean, Vern reckons he won't make quota this season.

What about you?

Mum wanted me to go to uni.

Fuck uni, fuck fishing!

Look, boys, we're gonna build a brewery

that's gonna put this town on the fucking map, alright?

Here. Come on.

Alright, well... bottoms up.

Wait, wait, wait, wait! No.

There's, um... there's something I have to say.

Look, um...

...if one of us ever puts the word out, needs a hand,

the other two have to come and help him no matter what.

That's gonna be hard if Marty's in Outer Mongolia.

Yeah, or Scotty's got 15 nerdy kids.

I don't care.

Yeah, we drop everything...

...and shack it out like we do now, huh?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah, to the Boatshed Brew Crew.

To the Port Pint Peeps.

To the... Shack Sherbet Shits.

Yeah!

♪ One night to be confused

♪ One night to speed up truth

♪ We had a promise made

♪ Four hands and then away

♪ Both under influence

♪ We had divine sense

♪ To know what to say

♪ Mind is a razor blade

♪ To call for hands of above

♪ To lean on

♪ Wouldn't be good enough

♪ For me, no... ♪

Everyone, I think it's time now

if you want to come and gather and make a circle.

♪ One night of magic rush

♪ The start, a simple touch

♪ One night to push and scream

♪ And then relief

♪ 10 days of perfect hues

♪ The colours red and blue

♪ We had a promise made... ♪

Thank you.

Thank you for coming and, uh, thank you for bringing peace.

There has been, uh, disharmony, as you know -

the tragic death of our brother Jasper...

...and the suspicion and false talk that comes in its wake.

Now we need to be grateful for each other

and for this beach and this night.

Now, those of you who have been to Hummingbird Gatherings before

know we like to share,

to come together in a moment of connection.

The sharing bowl is our way to do that.

A communion of the spirit inside all of us -

the spirit of our beloved Jasper,

Denise's much-loved son.

We share this drink as Jasper shared his life with us.

Friends, to Jasper.

To Jasper.

♪ You knew the hand of the devil

♪ And you

♪ Kept us awake with wolf teeth

♪ Sharing different heartbeats

♪ In one night

♪ To call for hands of above

♪ To lean on

♪ Wouldn't be good enough

♪ For me, no

♪ To call for hands of above

♪ To lean on

♪ Wouldn't be good enough. ♪

Jasper was a lovely guy.

He, um...

...he made us laugh, didn't he?

- I'm... I'm just gonna sit down. - Yeah. OK.

His yoga was not the best.

No, but he was very enthusiastic, huh?

Sorry.

Hey, hey! Oh, my God!

Just give her some space. Roisin?

- Roisin? Roisin? - Roisin, open your eyes.

Oh, jeez!

Oh, my God!

- Uh, ambulance, please. - What's happening?

Oh, Jesus!

- Look at that! My God! - Oh!

Oh, my gosh.

Watch out, watch out. My God.

Take this. Oh, grab it.

Josie, hi. Is Liam OK?

Oh, yeah, he's fine.

But, look, I've been called in to work.

- There's a big emergency. - Oh, OK.

Yeah, lots of people are sick, they're injured...

I don't know the details, but it seems like it's bad.

And, Marty, it's at Hummingbird.

OK, thanks.

Mandy?!

Come on. Come on!

Mandy!

Hey.

Help! Help me!

I need a medic here!

Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?

And we are hearing

that there has been multiple fatalities.

The police haven't come out and spoken to us yet.

We are still not sure of the full details.

We can confirm that the event...

...which has ended in such horror,

was a memorial service

for recently murdered Port Silver accountant...

Excuse me.

..Jasper Speight

and that Riversend, uh, Mandalay Bond -

a person of interest in the murder of Mr Speight -

is among the many seriously ill people

inside this small regional hospital.

Hey, Marty, are you alright?

Uh, do we know what it was yet? What they took?

Look, I... I think it's still just speculation,

but it was probably a depressant,

something pretty powerful.

You know what, I reckon you need to just step outside,

get some fresh air, hey?

No, that's alright.

Go on. I can keep an eye on her.

OK.

- Alright, thanks. - Yeah.

Attention.

Code blue - ward 2, room 5. Code blue - ward 2, room 5.

Sorry about the 'lightweight' crack.

We've clocked off now, mate.

We're like, um, Sam and Ralph -

no hard feelings after hours.

What's this?

The podcast guy I told you about -

Amory Ashton thought that was his ticket to paradise.

A proposal for a major property development

at Hummingbird Beach.

But get this.

He was on his knees. Money-wise, he was fucked.

But right before he disappears,

he prints off this flashy brochure.

He has massive debts and he's investing in Hummingbird. How?

Someone bailed him out.

- A silent backer. - Maybe.

And maybe whoever that was killed him.

- Could've just done a runner. - No, no, no. No sightings.

Bank account hasn't been touched in, what, five years.

Trust me, he is... He's dead.

But if it was a backer who bailed him out, why kill him?

You're not gonna get your money back.

No, but...

...getting rid of the competition leaves the door open for...

...someone else to develop the last hidden paradise.