Original subtitles

How you going?

Save the formalities, Detective. I know who you are.

You got your last boss locked up. Do it again if I had to.

SISTER KERRY: Did you know Mary was born in Loch Iris?

Her mother grew up in St Joseph's.

Her name was Catherine Allen.

JAY: What, you just met us and you're gonna give us a house rent-free?

Place is empty. Mary's in a caravan.

JAY: Saw him hanging around the girls earlier.

Told Anya not to talk to strangers.

This is my friend Scarlett. She's seven too.

Around here, you need to keep your eye on them kids.

ANYA: Where's Scarlett gone?

That's what we're trying to find out, bub.

So she's been missing since last night?

No. She's not missing.

What did you do? These children needed some comfort.

I don't know how they call those places a home.

They were created with the best of intentions.

JAY: Sister Kerry?

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Sergeant?

Oh!

Jesus, Swan.

Haven't you heard of office hours?

We got work to do.

Yeah. Well, it's being done.

I was up till 2am.

(SIGHS)

You know what? This used to be a quiet town till you showed up.

Now I've got...

..missing kids... (YAWNS)

..and old ladies keeling over.

You get a lead on the red hatchback? No, no. Not yet.

We're gonna conduct a wider search than Loch Iris.

I've run the details through to Banksia, but...

..this district is bigger than the state of Texas,

so narrowing it down's not gonna be easy.

Will this help?

Yeah.

Yeah. This'll help.

I don't like it.

But Banksia don't seem to be too worried.

What? They think she's gone walkabout?

No. No, no. It's not that.

7-year-olds don't go walkabout, Simmo.

No. It's not that.

Just... (SIGHS)

Look, they're... they're a pack of shits.

And they've got it in for me.

And if she was a white kid? Yeah. Alright, Boney.

(SIGHS)

Anyway, the report's filed, and so's Sister Kerry's.

For the coroner.

Cause of death's not clear.

I'd say it's pretty clear.

No-one lives forever.

Well, there's a lot of evidence to suggest foul play.

No-one wanted to kill her.

Doesn't make any sense.

She slipped in the bath, banged her head.

There's obvious signs of a struggle.

Simmo, we spoke about this last night.

Your judgement's all over the place.

Yeah, and you don't know what you're messing with, Detective.

What are you talking about?

Nuns die in their sleep

or in the bath

'cause everyone loves 'em.

Any other theory and the grand Pooh-Bah of the Catholic Church

won't be happy,

I'll be gone without me pension and you won't be far behind.

So I reckon we can agree that there are other possible explanations.

Simmo, you might have one foot out the door,

but don't expect me to not do my job.

I don't see the need for any forensic investigation

without further evidence.

Now...

..my new mug.

(LAUGHS)

"Another fine day ruined by responsibility."

(LAUGHS)

It's a joke, Swan.

Where's her body being held?

At the hospital.

So the doc can sign off on her cause of death.

I'm sending the cleaners round to her house this morning.

Don't.

It's a crime scene until I say so.

She was in her 80s, for Christ's sake!

(INSECTS BUZZ)

(BELL RINGS)

We are gonna sleep in our new house tonight.

(SIGHS) A real bed.

Come on, Anya! Time to go.

What if Scarlett tries to find us?

Someone's gonna let her know where our new house is.

OK?

You don't need to worry about that. (BOTH LAUGH)

Alright.

(SIGHS)

How are you today?

I'm good, miss. Yeah?

(THUD)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Excuse me, miss.

Hi, Joey. (SIGHS)

Can I help you with something?

Did you make that?

It's beautiful.

Here.

For baby.

Little one from the caravan park.

She likes these ones.

The roo skin is soft.

Who, Scarlett?

They found her?

I don't think so.

Hey, I wanted to ask you.

Did you see anything strange at the caravan park?

No, miss.

You don't have to call me 'miss'.

'Mary's fine.

Um...maybe you can help me...

..Mary.

Yeah?

This lady.

I think she gave birth to me...

..here.

Any records?

I don't know.

And I don't know how far they go back.

Only been working here a month. Ah. Look here.

On the back.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MARY: 'Iris'.

Like the town.

You reckon she's your mum?

(SIGHS)

OK.

(PEN CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

I'll see what I can do.

Hey. Yeah?

Do you know how far back the hospital records go?

Well, not that far. 1990?

Before that, everything was paper.

The hospital's been in operation since, what...

..1930s?

Bloody old is all I know. Everything's falling apart.

But do you know where I could find these paper records?

You were born here, weren't you? You're looking for your records?

No.

No, it's not for me.

So who's this for, then?

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: Mary.

Accessing anyone's records requires written consent. You know that.

(SIGHS) Yeah, but the file's over 50 years old.

Yeah. Same rules apply. Written consent.

(MARY SIGHS)

The bloke's just trying to find his mum.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Come on.

You know how this place works, OK?

I don't. WOMAN: Mary.

Old Ward 7 has a room full of archives and records.

That area is restricted unless it's an emergency.

(SIGHS)

But the master key would get me in.

OK, I'll take a look unofficially.

But I am doing you a huge favour. Yep.

And the files have to stay where they are.

I've got it. Thank you. (KEYS RATTLE)

Um...the patient's name is Iris McGuinness.

She gave birth in 1947.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What time were you at Sister Kerry's?

Uh...

..well, the sun was...

..just beginning to set, so...

..either seven or eight, I reckon.

Was it seven or was it eight?

Well, I don't wear a watch.

Um...

..closer to eight, I suppose.

Notice anything strange?

No.

Well, no, nothing that I...

..I thought I should worry about.

I knocked on the door,

um, called out, she didn't respond, and...

(SIGHS)

You know, it wasn't unusual. She was 83.

Her hearing...

..wasn't all that great. (SIGHS)

The lights were on in the house.

I opened the door,

you know, and I called out again,

and then I heard water running, and I thought,

"Well, she might be in the bath," you know, so I...

..so I stayed outside.

My God. (SIGHS)

I bloody should have made a bit...

..more of a search, you know.

Like, I...I...I could have...

How long have you known Sister Kerry?

Since we were kids.

You know, Sister Kerry, she...

(SIGHS)

..she's like family.

She's a great comfort to me.

Especially since I got sick.

And your brother, Gary?

Hey, we're not so close.

Nah, me and me brother,

bloody chalk and cheese.

Hey, could...

..can I ask...

..what...what happened to her?

It's a police matter for now.

But you...you think someone could have killed her, don't you?

Do you know the guy who does the maintenance of the yard?

Yeah. Cuts the lawn?

Yeah, it's Joey. He's been doing it for years.

Do you know anyone who might have wanted to hurt her?

Any grudges? No.

Rumours around town I should know? No. No. No.

Jesus, it's...

..it's bloody terrible.

It's just... (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

I need you to come down the station,

make a statement.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Hey, uh...

..uh, how's Mary?

It's time you told her, Philip.

Or I will.

MARY: Pathology is open on Tuesdays and Thursdays, 9 till 12.

Alright. See you then.

Must have some luck on your side.

Found the file for Iris McGuinness. Maternity admission.

She died 1947.

I'm really sorry you had to hear about it like that.

Looks like your mother died from complications

during childbirth.

She's gone.

I'm really sorry.

Is Sister Kerry here?

No.

I don't know how to tell you this, Joey, but, um...

..Sister Kerry passed away last night.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Joey, are you OK?

I'm sorry.

(SOBS)

JAY: Joey?

It's Detective Jay Swan.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

You're the ones who took her.

You and the fuckin' department!

I don't know why you have me in here answering questions.

You should be out there trying to find my baby!

SIMMO: Jessie, this is Detective Jay Swan.

He's a, uh...

..um...

..he's a blackfella, obviously.

Jay, this is...Jessie Roman.

She's Scarlett's mum.

We're doing everything we can to find Scarlett.

Then why am I in here, then?

That your car out the front?

Yeah, it's mine. Why?

You know anyone with a red hatchback?

(LAUGHS) Why you asking me that?

What do you know about Scarlett's carer...

..Monica Stone?

With all due respect, Detective Blackfella,

Monica can go and fuck herself.

If the department didn't approve of Scarlett being with me,

then they should have placed her with family.

Some of them are approved carers,

but that doesn't fit in your department's motivations,

now, does it?

Have you questioned Scarlett's father?

Your mate, Cowboy?

Mmm.

Have you searched his place like you searched mine?

Nup.

OK.

I have to go to work. JAY: Had a look at your file.

When was the last time you passed a drug test?

I'm clean.

I haven't touched nothing for more than four years.

You won't find shit on me.

I have passed every single test the department threw at me.

I went to rehab. I went to parenting courses.

I did the mediation.

I jumped through all those hoops just to get my baby back!

And they still won't give her back to me.

You want to ask yourself why that is?

Why?

You're a blackfella, aren't ya?

You tell me.

Hm.

(SCOFFS)

Well, somehow, they're taking more of our kids

than they ever took before.

Oh, what?

Are you that lost behind your badge you can't see it?

I'll piss in a cup if you want me to piss in a cup.

But I haven't done nothing to hurt my daughter.

I want her home with me and you bastards off my back.

I want that more than anything else in this fucked-up world!

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES) (LIGHTER CLICKS)

Why haven't you questioned Cowboy?

It's on my list of things to do.

But...

..I honestly don't think he's got anything to do

with that kid's disappearance.

And why is that?

You want to question me as a suspect now too, Boney?

Eh?

Look, it's no secret he's got kids all over this country,

some even in this town.

Everybody knows he doesn't give a shit about them,

doesn't even know their names.

Sounds like a stand-up bloke.

Yeah, well.

I'll have a word to him, but I don't think there'll be any surprises.

It's not gonna look too good

if you're the one questioning him, is it?

Alright. Alright. You do it.

I'm drinking buddies with half this town.

So go on, knock yourself out.

He runs a motorbike hire thing out of his place - 9 Princes Street.

As his name suggests, he's a party boy.

You missed this at Joey's last night.

Well, he's a handyman. Could be HIS blood.

Joey's a suspect in both investigations.

Look, maybe it doesn't bother you

that he likes to play with little kids, but...

..it should bother you that he was at Sister Kerry's mowing the lawn

the day she died.

OK.

Alright. I'll send it in.

And my recommendation for the Coroner's Court

for Sister Kerry's autopsy, you can send that too.

Yeah. Alright, Boney.

(CLICKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CLICKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(BABY CRIES)

(SONG PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

(KNOCKS)

(SONG STOPS)

You here for a bike?

Cowboy in?

No. He's, um...

You alright?

Yeah. Fine.

Bikes are out back.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Detective Jay Swan.

Bit young for a detective, aren't you?

I never met a black detective before.

What's it like?

(LAUGHS)

Bit like walking a tightrope.

Cowboy is probably down at the pub.

He's got a room there for when he's too drunk to drive.

How often is that?

All the time.

I don't care.

I'm leaving town soon anyways.

You should probably know,

most of these bikes are hot.

(SIGHS)

Auntie, look.

What you got?

It's a magic crystal. My friend gave it to me.

Oh.

That's her name - Crystal.

What? My baby? Yeah.

Oh.

It's a girl, is it? Yep.

(LAUGHS) You...

..are gonna be the deadliest big sister.

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS) Alright. Come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

Would you look at this, eh?

It smells.

We'll smoke it.

Get rid of the bad smells AND the bad spirits.

(SIGHS)

Is this mine?

"Dear Anya,

"I made this a long time ago for a special little girl I used to know.

"It's yours now. I hope you like it.

"Love, Philip."

Can I have it, Auntie?

We'll see, bub.

Scarlett's just gonna love these toys when she comes back.

(LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm having my knock-off beer, Detective. Interview's all yours.

Jeez. You've come into town all guns blazing, eh?

Probably just what this town needs.

Were you aware Scarlett Roman's missing?

I had heard that, yeah.

Yeah. I'm not even sure if she's my kid, to be honest.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON JUKEBOX) MAN: Oh! This is my song!

This is my song!

Oh! My little brother. (LAUGHS)

Sputty? SPUTTY: Oh!

That hat has grown on you.

What the hell are you doing here?

Hey.

Heard you're gonna be a dad-dad. Hm?

Oh! (PATS BACK)

I had to find out from somebody else, mind you,

but I swear to God, I'm gonna be the best fuckin' uncle.

Deadliest, naughtiest... Yeah, not too naughty.

Not too naughty. OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

Can we get a drink, please, JD... I'm working.

..for my little brother? I'm working!

OK. For after.

For after.

COWBOY: Are you gonna be a dad, mate?

Well... (SIGHS) ..here's to surviving that.

SIMMO: Being a dad. Being an uncle.

Hm?

Mmm!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who's that? (LAUGHS)

Hello, hello, hello, my sister. Hm?

Look what the cat dragged in. SPUTTY: Hey.

A big black sexy cat.

Am I right? Hm? (SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

Oh, bubba.

Uncle's here now.

Yeah. When are you gonna...push out?

Oh, not yet. Take 'em down to the pub.

Show 'em around? Yeah? (SIGHS) Come on.

It's a beautiful house.

Yeah. You have to sleep on the couch.

Yeah. Hey. That couch was sleeping on me.

(DOOR CLOSES) Hm?

ANYA: Uncle! SPUTTY: Hello!

Oh!

Uncle's getting old. (SIGHS)

You OK?

(SIGHS) We can't stay here.

I don't know what to do.

I haven't left the kitchen. I'm...freaking out.

What's wrong?

Philip Lloyd is my father.

I found Mum's birth records at the hospital.

Did you hear me?

Philip, my patient, the man who gave us this house.

Jay!

You got nothing to say to me?

You knew?

Look. I only just found out, OK? You knew.

And you didn't tell me.

JAY: I didn't think it was my place to say anything.

And whose place is it, Jay? Because blackfella way, this is it.

You and me.

Did you know before he offered us this place?

(SIGHS) I can't believe you.

(LAUGHS)

How am I meant to trust you if you can't tell me something like this?

What am I supposed to do?

Look. You want to go? We can go.

OK? We don't need to stay here. We can go back to the caravan park.

Whatever you want. And what do we tell Anya?

(SIGHS) You should have told me.

Last time I said anything about him, you jumped down my throat.

Oh, that was completely different. Oh. No, don't put this on me.

OK, he's your father.

It's your family business.

Is that how it is, is it?

I have to go. Can't be in this house.

Mary... I'm going to the pub. (SIGHS)

I have to put up those posters I printed for Scarlett.

Anya.

Chips and nuggets?

Chips and nuggets?! Yes!

(GRUNTS)

MARY: Come on. ANYA: Come on. Let's go.

SPUTTY: Let's go.

SUSAN: Sister Kerry's work and legacy went far beyond the hospital.

Her love and commitment was evident in all she did -

the children she found homes for,

the mothers she taught.

Her mark on this town will never be lost.

It lives on in the hearts of those she helped.

So let's raise our glasses

for a very special lady

with a long history of serving the church and this town.

To Sister Kerry.

ALL: Sister Kerry. MAN: Sister Kerry.

A hat will be coming around, so please give what you can

to assist the diocese of Banksia with funeral costs.

Jesus Christ!

You Church mob are a bunch of bloody hypocrites, aren't ya, eh?

God, you got more than enough coin to bloody cover your costs.

All proceeds will go to giving Sister Kerry the send-off she deserves.

COWBOY: Oh! Oh, right. The send-off she deserves. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Maybe we should ask the blackfellas

what kind of send-off she deserves, eh?

That's enough. Have some respect for the dead.

COWBOY: I've got plenty of respect for the dead, mate.

It's the living I'm not so sure about.

(LAUGHS)

(ROCK SONG PLAYS ON JUKEBOX)

(INAUDIBLE)

I've seen Cathy Freeman on TV today getting ready for her race.

What do you reckon we... write her another letter?

She never writes back.

Oh. I reckon she loves getting 'em from you, though.

SPUTTY: Mmm.

What do you reckon?

Yeah.

Maybe we should send her one of your pretty pictures.

Mmm. SPUTTY: Mm-hm.

I think so too.

That's good, that's good, that's good.

Come on, bub. (SIGHS) Let's go write that letter.

Make yourself useful.

(CLOSES PANEL)

Found me. Busted.

Gonna have to ask you to put that out.

(CRUSHES CIGARETTE)

So you figured out who killed the old duck yet

or you still playing catch-up? (SIGHS)

Something that you want to tell me?

Mmm. Yeah, I may or may not have something you might like to know.

Well, failure to report an indictable offence carries jail time.

You might want to think about that.

Your little Boney routine doesn't frighten me, mate.

Listen. I live here, mate.

Right? I've seen this town thriving.

I've seen it dying when the greenies come marching in,

trying to close the timber mill.

The one thing that keeps this town breathing.

Jessie seems to think you might have something to do

with Scarlett's disappearance.

Of course she does.

Why?

I'll tell you one thing I DO know.

There's a handful of people who've got this town in a chokehold.

So if you want to be the big hero, I suggest you start there.

Give me a name.

Now, where would be the fun in that?

SONG: (ON RADIO) # I woke up one morning

# My head was feeling sore

# I woke up to the sound of knocking

# Detectives at my door

# There were two of them... #

(SONG CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN GRUNTS)

(PANTS) Shit!

SONG: # It all looked so familiar

# As if I'd dreamt it all... #

(GRUNTS AND SIGHS)

Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa.

You better move.

(PANTS)

(GRUNTS AND PANTS)

What's that gonna solve?

It makes me feel better.

That's enough.

(PANTS)

Oh!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) WOMAN: OK, friends.

We're about to begin round two of the Easter trivia.

So jot down your answers for a chance to win an $100 meat tray,

generously donated by our favourite local butcher, Smokey van der Veer.

(CHEERING)

MAN: Yeah, Smokey! Mmm.

OK.

Question one.

How many feet did Jesus wash at the Last Supper?

SPUTTY: 12.

12. Obviously 12. One for each countryman.

I mean, unless we're counting each foot, then it's...

..24.

Yep.

So, uh, if we could all write our answers down,

instead of yelling them out, that would be much appreciated.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, everyone.

My apologies. Continue.

Um...question two.

In the Garden of Gethsemane,

Judas was said to have betrayed Jesus,

identifying him with what intimate gesture?

Kiss! Kiss. He bloody kissed him. Yeah.

If you want to betray someone, then...

WOMAN: Yep. Excuse me. MAN: You're ruining the game!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

My mouth, it just... you know, I've got no control over.

I don't know. I'm sorry. Please. Apologise. Continue.

Um... Sorry.

(LAUGHS) Um...

..uh, Jesus was crucified with what...

COWBOY: Yeah, I wouldn't mind nailing you tonight, babe.

GARY: Alright, Cowboy. That'll do. Ow!

Oi!

Keep your hands off her. COWBOY: Settle down, boy.

I'm just having a bit of private time with the lady here.

You do not interrupt the lady...

..during trivia.

Yeah, well, it didn't seem to stop YOU, mate.

Oi.

Come on. Pull up. Let it go.

Alright.

Two little black boys ride in to save the town.

Blackie one and blackie two.

(GRUNTS) (EXCLAMATIONS)

I don't need my little brother. I'll fuckin' kill you myself.

Alright, that's enough. Walk away.

Walk away!

(SIGHS) Um...

(SHOUTING AND GUNSHOTS)

(DOGS BARK)

(SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

ANYA: Where's my dollhouse?

It's gone.

Um...

Come here, bub. I gotta tell you something.

(SIGHS)

Last night...

..I saw some fairies.

Did you really see fairies?

JAY: Oh, yeah. I saw 'em.

They were flying round outside.

And then they came flying inside

around your new dollhouse.

They thought it looked a bit sad.

They thought... (GASPS) .."It needs rainbow paint."

(LAUGHS)

Can I have it back soon if it's OK?

Uh, yeah, I'll get it back to you.

And I reckon it'll look even better than it did before.

Then you can put dolls, fairies, whatever you want inside.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Fairies!

Oh, yeah. You saw 'em.

Those little black ones.

Alright, bub. (SIGHS) Shoes on.

Uncle Jay's gonna take you to school this morning.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I, uh...

..I reckon I'll pop by to visit him today.

You alright? Do you want me to come with you?

Yeah.

I can handle myself, Jay Swan.

Don't you forget that.

Thank you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

PHILIP: Uh, comin'. (CLEARS THROAT)

Mary!

You lied to me.

What...what's wrong, love?

When were you gonna tell me that you're my father?

Well, I was, um... (SIGHS)

I was. I was... I was gonna tell you.

I...just...

..I...I...I was waiting for the right time, that's all.

(LAUGHS)

You didn't think I had a right to know before I moved into your house?

I was trying to help.

You did that to alleviate your own guilt.

That wasn't for me.

Mary...

..I loved your mother.

She left...

..before I even got a chance to meet ya.

So how come you didn't come looking for us?

You got legs.

It's been 25 years!

Yeah.

Where were you?

The truth is you're a coward.

SUSAN: Everything alright? Uh...

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, it's fine, Susan.

I...um, thanks. I'll be in in a minute.

Thanks.

I mean, just...just... stay in the house.

Just...for Anya. (SIGHS) You don't get to do that.

What do YOU know about raising kids?

I'll do what's right for my family.

Which is more than I can say for you.

Here, bub.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Can't I just come with you?

You got to go to school.

Don't leave. Everyone always leaves.

Anya, no-one's leaving. I'll see you at home after.

(BELL RINGS)

Here. Give me a hug.

It's OK to be scared.

I get scared too.

That's why they call it being brave.

And you are the bravest girl I know.

You remember that, alright?

Hurry up, Anya.

Go on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Any leads on Scarlett? With me.

Sergeant? In the car.

(INAUDIBLE)

You gonna tell me what's going on?

SIMMO: Hope you got everything you needed yesterday.

It's a bloody shame.

He was a good bloke.

Who found him?

He was meant to make an appearance at the boar hunt this morning.

Don't know why. He hasn't done it in years.

He didn't show up, so Mick came looking for him.

Found him here. He was still bleeding but dead as.

Poor bugger's still warm.

The rifle's Cowboy's.

Still loaded. One shot fired.

You find the shell? Uh-uh.

Anyone could have fired it.

Forensics needs to dust it for fingerprints.

Anyone hear the shot?

They only heard the salute.

Pretty convenient time to kill someone, eh?

Are you gonna tell me about this salute or am I gonna have to guess?

It's an Easter tradition.

It marks the start of the boar hunt.

All the lads gather at dawn

and they fire at the sky.

No-one gets hurt.

Right.

Save the judgement, Boney. He was a mate.

(SIGHS)

This is a hunting town.

All the guns here are registered.

Every gun, eh?

You sure about that?

Maybe a confrontation.

He got that shiner at the pub last night.

Who gave it to him?

You're not gonna like this, Jay. Come on.

(DOGS SNARL)

Uh, you mistreat a dog and he might bite.

Alice, could I have a word with you? It's a police matter.

This is a murder investigation.

SWAYZE: You don't understand!

This place is dangerous.

Swayze?

Have you seen Swayze? He's not in his room.

Cowboy's gun wasn't the one that killed him.

Which means there's still a murder weapon out there.

This is my punishment for the things I've done.

(GROANS)

I'm sorry.

Is Anya here? JAY: No.

(SIGHS)

Anya!

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