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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.