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How you going?

Save the formalities, detective.

I know who you are.

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

Did you know Mary was born in Loch Iris?

Her mother grew up in St. Joseph.

Her name was Catherine Allen.

Well, you just met us and you're going to give us a house rent free? Place is

empty. Mary's in a caravan.

Saw him hanging around the girls earlier.

Thought I knew not to talk to strangers.

This is my friend Scarlett. She's 72.

Around here.

You need to keep your eye on them kids.

Where's Scarlett gone?

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 need some comfort.

I don't know how they call those places at home. They were created with the best

of intentions.

Mr Kerry!

Sergeant. Oh, Jesus, Swan.

Haven't you heard of office hours?

We've got work to do.

Yeah, well, being done, I was up till 2 a .m.

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

Now I've got missing kids and old ladies.

Killing over? You got a lead on the Red Hatchback? No, no, not yet.

We're going to conduct a wider search than Lock Iris. I've run the details

through to banks here, but this district is bigger than the state of Texas, so

narrowing it down is not going to be easy.

Will this help?

Yeah.

Yeah, this will help.

I don't like it.

But Banksy don't seem to be too worried.

What? They think she's going to walk about?

No, no, no, it's not that. Seven -year -olds don't go walk about, Simone.

No, it's not that.

Just... Look, they're a pack of shits, and they've got it in for me.

And if she was a white kid?

Yeah, all right, Boney.

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

For the coroner.

Cause of death not clear?

I'd say it's pretty clear. No one lives forever.

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

No one wanted to kill her.

It didn't make any sense.

She slipped in the bath, banged her head. There's obvious signs of a

Simmer. 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, because everyone loves him.

Any other theory and the Grand Pooh Bar of the Catholic Church won't be happy.

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

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

Simo, 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.

My new mug.

Another fine day ruined by responsibility.

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!

We're going to sleep in our new house tonight.

A real bed.

Come on, Anya.

Time to go.

My scarlet tries to find us.

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

Okay? You don't need to worry about that.

Come on.

How are you today?

I'm good, miss.

Excuse me, miss.

Hi, Joey.

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's Scarlet?

They find her.

I don't think so.

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.

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.

I've only been working here a month.

Look here.

On the back.

Iris.

Like the town.

You reckon she's your mum?

I'll see what I can do.

Hey. Hmm?

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.

Not for me.

So who's this for, then?

Mary, accessing anyone's records requires written consent.

You know that.

Yeah, but the file's over 50 years old. Yeah, same rules apply. Written consent.

The bloke's just trying to find his mum.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Come on.

You know how this place works, okay? I don't, Mary.

Old Ward 7 has a room full of archives and records. That area is restricted

unless it's an emergency.

But the master key would get me in.

Okay, 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.

The patient's name is Iris McGuinness.

She gave birth in 1947.

What time were you at Sister Kerry's?

Well, the sun was...

It's beginning to set, so seven or eight, I reckon.

Was it seven or was it eight?

I don't wear a watch.

Um, closer to eight, I suppose.

Notice anything strange?

No.

Nothing that I thought I should worry about.

I knocked on the door.

I called out. She didn't respond.

It wasn't unusual. She was 83.

The hearing wasn't all that great.

The lights were on in the house.

I opened the door, and I called out again, and then I heard water running.

I thought, well, she might be in the bath, you know, so I stayed outside.

Oh, God.

I bloody should have made a bit...

More of a search, you know? Like, I could have... How long have you known

Kerry?

Since we were kids.

You know, Sister Kerry, she... She's like family.

She's a great comfort to me.

Especially since I got sick.

And your brother, Gary?

They were not so close.

No, I mean your brother.

Bloody chalk and cheese.

Hey, can I ask, what happened to her?

It's a police matter for now.

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

You know the guy who does the maintenance at her yard? Uh -huh.

Cuts the lawn.

That's Joey.

We've been doing it for years.

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

Any grudges? No. Any rumours around town I should know about? No, no.

Jesus.

It's bloody terrible.

It's just... I need you to come down the station.

Make a statement.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Hey, how's Mary?

It's time you told her, Philip.

Well, I will.

Pathology is open on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 9 to 12.

Right, see you then.

Must have some luck on your side. Found a 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?

I don't know how to tell you this, Joey, but I'm... said to carry past away last

night.

Joey, are you okay?

I'm sorry.

It's Detective Jay Swan.

You and the fucking department. I don't know why you have me in here answering

questions. You should be out there trying to find my baby.

Jessie, this is Detective Jay Swan.

He's a, uh, um... He's a black fella, obviously.

Jay, this is Jessie Romans. He's Scarlett's mum.

We're doing everything we can to find Scarlett.

Then why am I in here, then?

Is that your car at the front?

Yeah, it's mine. Why?

You know anyone with a red hatchback?

Why are 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

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?

Have you searched his place like you searched mine?

No.

I have to go to work.

I'd 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.

went to parenting courses.

I did the mediation. I jumped through all those hoops just to get my baby

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

You want to ask yourself why that is?

You're a black fella, aren't you?

You tell me.

Well, somehow they're taking more of our kids than they ever took before.

Or 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.

Well, I have a new question, cowboy.

It's on my list of things to do, but I honestly don't think he's got anything

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 blog.

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

surprises.

It's not going to look too good if you're the one questioning him, is it?

All right, all right, 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 on 9 Princess Street.

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

You missed this at Joey's last minute.

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

should bother you that he was at Sister Kerry's mowing the lawn the day she

died.

Okay.

All right, I'll send it in. My recommendation for the coroner's court

Kerry's autopsy, you can send that too.

Yeah, all right.

You here for a bike?

Can I go in?

No, here's, um...

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

Waxer out back.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Detective Jace Forney.

Been young for a detective, aren't you?

I never met a black detective before.

What's it like?

Bit like walking a tightrope.

Cowboy's probably down at the pub.

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 barks are hot.

Auntie, look!

What's it 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.

You are going to be the deadliest big sister.

Come on.

Would you look at this, eh?

It smells.

Well, smoke it.

Get rid of the bad smells and the bad spirits.

Is this mine?

Dear Anya, I made this a long time ago for a special little girl I used to

It's yours now.

I hope you like it.

Love, Philip.

Can I have it, Auntie?

We'll see, bub.

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

I'm having my knock -off beer, detective.

Interview's all yours.

As soon as you come into town, all guns blazing, eh?

Probably just what this town needs.

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.

Yeah, you're going to be a dad -dad.

Oh.

Might have to find out from somebody else, mind you. But I swear to God,

be the best fucking uncle. Deadliest, naughtiest. Yeah, not too naughty. Not

naughty. Okay.

Can we get a drink, please, JD? I'm working. My little brother. I'm working.

Okay, for after.

For after. You're going to be a dad, mate.

Well, here's to surviving that.

Being a dad.

Being an uncle.

Hello, my sister.

Look what the cat dragged in. Hey, a big, black, sexy cat. Am I right?

Oh,

bubba.

Uncle's here now.

Yeah. When are you going to push out? Oh, not yet.

Take him down to the pub and show him around.

Oh, it's a beautiful house.

Yeah, you have to sleep on the couch.

Hey, that couch is sleeping on me.

Uncle. Hello.

You okay?

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 record 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?

He knew.

Look, I only just found out, okay? He knew, and you didn't tell me. I don't

think it was my place to say anything. I know whose place is it, Jay.

Because Blackfella way, this is it.

You and me.

Did you know before he offered us this plane?

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, okay? We don't need to stay here. We can go

back to the caravan park, whatever you want. And what do we tell Anya?

She should have told me. Last time I said anything about him, you jumped down

throat. Oh, that was completely different.

Oh, no, don't put this on me, okay?

He's your father.

It's your family business.

That's how it is, isn't it?

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

Mary. I'm going to the pub.

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

Anya, chips and nuggets?

Chips and nuggets? Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

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 home

for, the mother 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.

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 you, eh?

God, you've got more than enough coin to bloody cover your costs. All proceeds

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

Oh, right, the send -off she deserves, yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe we should ask

blackfellas what kind of send -off she deserves, eh? That's enough.

Ask some respect for the dead.

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

It's a living omelette, I'm sure about that.

I've

seen

Kathy Freeman on TV today getting ready for her race.

Do you reckon we write her another letter?

She never writes back.

I reckon she'll love getting them from you, though.

What do you reckon?

Yeah, maybe we should send her one of your pretty pictures.

I think so, too.

Come on, bub.

Let's go write that letter.

Thank you for having me.

Tell me.

Busted.

Well, I'd ask you to put that out.

So you figured out who killed the old duck yet, or are you still playing catch

-up?

Something you want to tell me?

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

All failures to report an indictable offence carries jail time.

You might want to think about that.

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

Listen, I live here, mate.

I've seen this town thriving.

I've seen it dying when the grannies come marching in, trying to close the

timber mill.

The one thing that keeps this town breathing.

Jesse seems to think you might have something to do with Scarlett's

disappearance.

Of course she does.

What?

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?

You better move.

What's that gonna solve?

Makes me feel better.

That's enough.

OK, friends, we're about to begin round two of the Easter trivia.

So jot down your answers for a chance to win a $100 meat tray generously donated

by our favourite local butcher, Smokey Vanderveer. OK,

question one.

How many feet did Jesus wash at the Last Supper?

12. 12, obviously 12, one for each countryman. I mean, unless we're

each. Then it's 24.

Yep. So if we could all write our answers down instead of yelling them

would be much appreciated.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, everyone. My apologies continue.

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... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. My mouth, it just... You know, I've got no control over it. I

know. I'm sorry. Please, apologise.

Continue.

Um... Sorry.

Um... Uh, Jesus was crucified with... I wouldn't mind nailing you tonight,

though. All right, cowboy.

That'll do.

Oi!

Keep your hands off her. Settle down, boy. I'm just having a bit of private

with a lady here.

You do not interrupt a lady during trivia.

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

Oi.

Come on, pull up. Let her go.

Two little black boys riding to save the town. Blackie one and

Blackie two.

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

All right, that's enough. Walk away. Walk away.

Where's my dollhouse?

It's gone.

Um, come here, Bob. I've got to tell you something.

Last night, I saw some fairies.

Did you really see fairies? Oh, yeah, I saw them. They were flying around

outside. And then... They came flying inside around your new dollhouse.

They thought it looked a bit sad.

They thought, it needs rainbow paint.

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

Yeah, I'll get it back to you. And I reckon it'll look even better than it

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

Fairies? Oh, yeah, you saw them.

Those little black ones.

All right, Bob.

She's on.

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

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

You all right? You want me to come with you?

I can handle myself, Jay Swan.

Don't you forget that.

Come on.

Mary.

You lied to me.

What's wrong, love?

When were you going to tell me that you're my father?

Well, I was... I was going to tell you. I was waiting for

the right time, that's all.

You don'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.

Harriet, I loved your mother.

She left before I even got a chance to meet you.

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

Have you got legs?

It's been 25 years.

Where were you?

The truth is, you're a coward.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, it's fine, Susan.

Thanks, I'll be in in a minute.

Thanks.

I mean, just stay in the house. Just for any of it. You don't get to do that.

What do you know about raising kids?

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

There's more than I can say for you.

Yeah, Bob.

Can't I just come with you?

You gotta go to school.

Don't leave. Everyone always leaves.

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

Here, give me a hug.

It's okay 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, right?

Hurry up, Anya.

Go on.

Any

leads

on the Scarlet? With me.

Sergeant? In the car.

You going to tell me what's going on?

I 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 Dad has.

Poor bugger's still warm.

The rifle's cowboys.

Still loaded, one shot fired.

You find the shell?

Mm -mm.

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, huh?

So you're going to tell me about this salute, or am I going to 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 judgment, Boney. He was a mate.

This is a hunting town.

All the guns here are registered.

Everybody gone, eh?

You sure about that?

Maybe a confrontation.

But he got that shiner at the pub last night.

Who gave it to him?

You're not going to like this, Jay.

Come on.

You mistreat a dog, then you might buy it.

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

This is a murder investigation.

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.

I'm sorry.

Is he on you? No.