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Cindy, we've been out here for hours.

Come on. If you're going to go, go.

So I can get you home to your mother.

What's wrong now?

Cindy!

Cindy!

You little mongrel.

Cindy!

Cindy!

I haven't got any money.

I'm just walking my wife's dog.

Look, I'm not even wearing a watch!

Arggh!

While you burn,
think about what you did.

Homicide. Detective Mapplethorpe.

Oh, me.
Listen, I'm going to be in late.

Can you please let Wolfie know?
Oh, no, he's here.

You can tell him yourself.
I thought he was in a meeting.

It's cancelled. I'll put you through.

No, no, no, it's OK. It's OK.

Just tell him...

Can you tell him that I still have
that thing to deal with

and I won't be in until midday?

Thanks, Jen. See you.

Ah, Simon.
Sarge.

This address. Suspicious death.

Matt's already on the way
over there. Thank you.

Sarge, Duncan just called.

He's still tied up with that... thing.

He said he won't be in until lunch.

Where is he?
Well, he didn't say.

I'll bet he didn't.

Ah, um... Simon...

Do you reckon Duncan's in strife?

Wolfie had him in his office
yesterday - blinds were closed.

Where is he?

Word is...

...Claire's back.

They kissed and made up, I bet you.

And why would Wolfie have a problem
with him getting back with Claire?

Maybe thinks he's making up
for lost time on the domestic front.

In fact, they're probably cosied up
in the sack right now.

Bosh, bosh, bosh.
Oh, spare me the visual, Simon.

Cavalry. No bugle?
Oh, I left it in the car.

It's not required anyway.

Sorry but local D's
can handle this one.

Natural causes. Check it out.

Yeah, the evisceration
was post-mortem, Detectives.

Heart attack.

From his muscle bulk, I wouldn't
rule out steroids as a likely cause.

I'll let you know.

He was probably carving
the chicken at the time, heart pops,

falls on the electric carving knife,

carving knife keeps right on carving
all night,

electronic harakiri.

Nasty.

Says something
for being a vegetarian.

Detectives, you might want
to see this.

So... what's that?

It's a funeral urn.

We found it on the shelf.
It's got ashes in it.

So he loved his mum and
he couldn't bear to be parted from her.

He loved his whole family then.

Oh.

He has no family here.

He's a naturalised Australian.

No criminal record,
a couple of minor driving offences.

His name is Dag Sigmundsen.

Dag?
That's Swedish.

Right.
He's divorced.

How many times? He's got six urns.

Maybe he's sentimental.

Too sentimental - six is weird.
Where'd he get them?

Well, could be easier than you think.

Guess where he works.

A crematorium.

That's terrible.

Dag has been with us for nearly four
years. He's reliable, hard-working.

No problems with him?
No, none at all.

He was very quiet.

His main interest
was the gym, I think.

You know, you'd catch yourself
looking at the muscles.

He had access to this area?

Ah, well, Dag was basically
a cleaner,

so he had access
to the whole building.

The work areas, the chapel.

So it's possible he could've stolen
ashes and taken them home.

Why would he want to do that?

No remains have gone missing?

No.

What's this all about?

Well, to be honest with you,
we're not really sure ourselves.

So, where do the caskets
come in from?

Ah, well, it gets put on a trolley,

from the rear of the chapel over there,

and then put onto the charge bier
and sent into the furnace.

So the sinking coffin,

the disappearance
through the curtains...

...that's just for show?

It's a dignified exit. We treat
all our clients with respect here.

I wonder if "respect'
includes stealing ashes

and stashing them in your wardrobe.

Well, unless we can identify
who's in those urns,

there's nothing much we can do.

It's more like some
bizarre sort of fetish,

rather than murder.

Sarge?

Oh, OK, well, that's good.
So we'll just come straight back. OK.

We don't have to go looking
for the ex-Mrs Sigmundsen.

Simon's interviewing her now.

An electric carving knife?

Yeah. Yeah,
and a... and a heart attack.

I'm sorry.
Sounds like Dag.

Loves his gadgets.

He was always accident prone.

We met at the gym.

I bench 70 k.

Really? I'm more into push-ups.

Tell me, did Dag have
any dead rellies

that he was particularly fond of?

Not that I know of.

No... odd behaviour?

Yeah. After he got
beaten up, he got really weird.

That's why we divorced.

He got beaten up?
Yeah.

He was moonlighting as a bouncer

and three guys decided to see
how tough he was.

He ended up in hospital
for two months, nearly died.

Were they ever caught?

Cops didn't have a clue. No offence.

None taken.

He was never the same.

The fact that they were never
punished really pissed him off.

Revenge. There's a motive.

Slice them, dice them, roast them.

When you say...
She said three guys.

There are six urns.

He joined this victims-of-crime group
over the Internet.

That's when he got really bad.

Started raving on about how
the justice system had let him down

and victims had no rights.

In the end it got way over the top.

Can you tell me the name
of this victims-of-crime group?

Not off-hand.

It'd still be on the Net, though, I guess.

Sigmundsen has a PC in his apartment.

I'll get the computer guys to pick it up.

So you've benched 70 k?

Hang on, this...

...just got interesting.

Where's Dunnie got to?
Ah, Claire's back.

You were supposed to be here
two hours ago.

I'm sorry, we don't work
to your timetable, Freeman.

Too metrosexual for my liking, Jumbo.

You reckon?

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be on duty.

Checked, did you?
Yeah.

One call to Wolfe,
you're out of here, Freeman.

That happens, all bets are off.

We'll take our chances in court.

Is that right, Claire?

You willing to cop it on the chin in court?
You really want to go to jail?

Superintendent, do you think
riding her like this

will help her do a better job?

As long as she does as she's told,
she'll be fine.

She'd better be, because
if anything happens to her,

I'm holding you responsible.

Oh, we estimate
the operation will last

between one and three days
from when Zabor leaves the airport,

so if you could pick out
enough things for that time.

Can you do that?
Sure.

What we'll do
is we'll fit wireless transmitters

to whatever outfit you pick out.

Tomorrow, we'll come here and
we'll put bugs in the rest of this joint.

So that way you won't have to wear
a body wire. It'll be safer.

I still don't understand
what it is that I'm expected to do.

Nothing. That's the beauty of it.

You've just got to be yourself -
act normal.

But if you're right about Zabor
and if he's arranging

to hand over drugs to someone,
how am I supposed to know?

I mean, I don't even know
who it is that you're talking about.

The scumbag's name is Tony Keane.

Zabor's bringing the drugs in for him?

Bulk fabric consignments.

Only thing we can't work out
is exactly how they make the exchange.

Every time he gets back
from one of his shopping trips OS,

he meets up with Keane.

A month later, streets are flooded
with crystal meth.

Zabor always has a party when he
gets home and Keane always attends.

The only time they ever meet.

He always has the party at his house.

Now he's... well, he's living here...

With Claire.

Look, you don't have
to do anything.

You've just got to, you know,
act normal.

Act natural, like Jumbo says,
alright?

Whatever Zabor wants,
whatever he expects, you oblige, OK?

So did Duncan turn up at all?

Ah, no. Not so far, Sarge.

Not so far. The day is done.

What's happening with this character?
Who is he? What is he?

Freak.
There's no argument there.

But why was he collecting ashes?

He was beaten up a few years ago.
Three attackers.

He nearly died.
They were never caught.

So what are you saying,
that he identified them

and now they occupy
three of the urns?

It was the theory. I'm going through
the old investigation notes now.

Checking out the
possibilities on Sigmundsen's computer.

Apparently he was connected to some
victims-of-crime mob on the Internet.

Well, when you find out
who they are, talk to them.

I really need to understand

why someone would keep charred
human remains in his wardrobe.

Claire, since when did you
start locking the bathroom door?

Um, I'm... I'm going to have a shower.

Listen, I've been thinking about
what we should do.

Maybe we should just tell Jarvis
to get stuffed.

I mean, you don't have to
wear the wire.

We'll get a good enough lawyer who'll
get you off on a suspended sentence.

I mean, this is your first
offence, Claire.

You need character references
for a first offence. I can't do it.

Claire...
No.

I'm not going to let my parents
stand and vouch for me in court

or anyone else who knows them.

Come on, your folks love you, Claire.
They'll stand by you.

You're their daughter.
Duncan, it'll all come out.

The ice, the coke and everything.

I mean, you said... you said yourself
that there are no secrets.

And the press...
Come on, Claire.

Just open the door, please?

My parents are so proud of me.

Their beautiful daughter.

This is about us.

It's about what happens
from this point forward.

We can never get back
to where we were.

Now, if I thought that,
do you think I'd be here right now?

Do you mean that?

Don't shut me out.

Come on, Claire.
Open the door, please?

I love you.

It's an outfit
called Vigilance.

Spent half the night
going through the site.

It's restricted access
unless you're a subscriber.

But they do seem to be
at what you might call

the more vocal end
of the self-help scale.

Ah.

He's dead?
Well, that is the morgue photograph.

Dag Sigmundsen.

Swedish. Did you ever meet him?

No. He used to be a member.

Used to be?
He's on our blacklist.

A victims-of-crime organisation
has a blacklist?

You have a charter,
you often end up with a blacklist.

Dag was too radical, too outspoken.

He advocated direct action,
you know,

make you guys in the government
sit up and take notice.

Eventually, we had to block him
from our chat room.

So you don't advocate revenge,
retaliation?

We advocate keeping one eye
on the criminal

and another eye out for each other.

Vigilance, not vigilantes, Detective.

Can you tell us
anything about Sigmundsen?

He posted these on the site.
We don't encourage it.

What do you encourage?

Mutual support.

We talk on the Net.

About what?

What's happened to us.

How we've been failed.

It's salt in the wounds for people
to constantly see the justice system

giving preferential treatment
to the criminals.

Light sentences,
sometimes no sentence at all.

Tell us about it.

It helps to know there are people
out there who understand,

who can sympathise
with what you're going through.

Sigmundsen was beaten. Did he...
He wasn't beaten up.

He was almost killed.

His life was never the same.

Did he ever find out
who was responsible?

How?

You guys never did.

According to Dag,

you decided he was probably some kind
of Muscle Mary and deserved it.

We're going to need names
and addresses

of all your members, Ms Johnson.

That's confidential.
Oh, we can get a warrant.

Get one.

We'll fight it in the courts
and in the media.

Victims of crime are just another
minority group in society.

No rights.

That's what this group is about.
We lobby to change that.

So the last thing
I'm going to let you do

is come in here and disrupt our lives
any more than they already have been.

Was there anything else?

Things got complicated. Sorry.

Look, I'm due for some rec leave,
take it out of that.

Yeah, I will,
but what I won't do, Duncan,

is tell you again,
leave Claire's mess to the drug squad.

Is that what got
complicated yesterday?

Jarvis and one of his DS's
came to Claire's place

to brief her about the operation.

I couldn't just leave her there
to deal with all of that by herself.

Alright.

You've got Claire through this far. Good.

Now you're here, do your job unless
you want another flag on your file.

Yeah?

Sorry, the report on the urns
just came through.

One of them contained canine remains
as well as human.

I checked with Missing Persons.

A man named Leon Bernstein
disappeared three months ago

walking his wife's dog.

You called the police at four o'clock
in the morning, Mrs Bernstein.

Five hours after your husband
didn't come home from walking the dog.

If I could walk the dog,
I'd walk the dog.

You should see my bone scans.

So, he doesn't come back,
I'm lying there awake all night.

Where is she?
She?

Cindy, my Maltese terrier.

So you called the police because
you were worried about your dog?

She's a Maltese - clever, almost human.

What about your husband?
Leon?

He's too clever for his own good.

No, I mean, you weren't worried
about your husband?

Of course I was worried about him.

What do you think happened
to your husband, Mrs Bernstein?

I mean, could he be living
somewhere else or?

Dead? Maybe.

Maybe he just took her to spite me.

Whatever the case,
I'm glad he's gone.

Any particular reason for that?

When I was young,
my parents always said to me,

"Rebecca," they said to me, "if you
are guilty, you must face the music."

When Leon couldn't do that,
I lost all respect for him.

In what way was he guilty,
Mrs Bernstein?

Look in your files,
or whatever you call them.

Years ago, late one night,
a young couple,

Leon knocks them down
while driving home drunk.

So no big surprise,
Leon was always driving home drunk.

A hit-and-run?
Exactly.

Everyone knew he was responsible.

But he was a lawyer. He knew
how to manipulate the system.

He didn't even go to prison.

Guess what.
The Dunnie's working again.

Getting up to speed on things.
Just give me a couple of minutes.

The hit-and-run that Leon Bernstein
was involved in four years ago,

general consensus was
a guilty man walked.

Who were the victims?
James and Wendy Bradwell.

She died at the scene,
but he survived with severe injuries.

Bradwell. I guess we should speak
to him. See if he's into Vigilance too.

Sit.

Otherwise I get a stiff neck.

So, Leon Bernstein is dead?

Can't say I'm upset.

Well, that's understandable,
Mr Bradwell.

That's why we need to know
where you were on July 18.

Why?

It's when Leon Bernstein disappeared.

And you think I'm responsible?

Hotwheels.
Because of the chair, yeah?

Obviously.

Yeah, please... don't touch.

Sorry.

Look, I don't know how I can help you.
It was a hit-and-run accident.

My wife is luckier than I was -
she was killed.

End of story.

You ever heard of an organisation
called Vigilance, Mr Bradwell?

Vigilance?

No, I can't say I have.

When was the last time
you saw Leon Bernstein?

In the courtroom
when he won the case.

Smug beyond belief.

I wanted to kill him...

...but I didn't.

This came through
from Missing Persons.

It might be something,
it might be nothing.

Two nights ago, a character by the
name of Malcolm Street disappeared.

And what's that got to do with us?

Well, interestingly enough,
a few years back,

Street and a mate named Gary
Kovacevic were arrested for rape.

Charges were dismissed in court
unproved.

Apparently, it was their word
against the victim's.

One Michelle Johnson.

Michelle Johnson?
The girl from Vigilance.

They never went to prison?

Just like Leon Bernstein
never did time for his hit-and-run

on James Bradwell and his wife.

OK, but the mix of canine ashes
makes it pretty clear

that Dag Sigmundsen
killed Leon Bernstein.

Now Sigmundsen's on a slab
in the morgue.

He can't be responsible
for this Malcolm Street character.

Well, maybe Sigmundsen had a partner
who is still out there.

I haven't seen Malcolm Street
in yonks.

After what happened,
I couldn't get away fast enough.

So the rape was all Malcolm, was it?

You were just an innocent bystander?
Yes. Malcolm's a lunatic.

If he lives till he's 30,
I'll be surprised.

And the charges were dismissed.

There was... there was no rape.

Well, we think there was.

We also think the disappearance
of your mate had something to do with it.

Have you had anyone
following you around lately?

Any sense that maybe
you're being watched?

What, do you mean like
I'm being stalked or something?

Something like that.

Why would anyone
want to give me trouble?

That court case was years ago.
We were kids.

And it wasn't me, it was him. I...

I stay away
from people like Malcolm now.

Freeman.

I've turned my life around, haven't I?
Is that right?

Bet Michelle Johnson would love
to be able to do that too.

'Bye.

Let's go.

Two nights ago I was working.

Why?

Can anyone verify that?

No. We can't afford that many staff.
I was on my own.

Why?

Do you know a James Bradwell?
I don't think so.

Could he be a member
of your organisation?

I can look it up for you.

Thanks.

What about the name Malcolm Street?

Yes, I know that name.

He raped me.

Him and Gary Kovacevic.
Not that anyone believed me.

In court, I was the one
treated like a criminal -

I must've led them on.

The "uncovered meat' theory.

Street has disappeared.

We have reason to believe
he may have been murdered.

You people are unbelievable.

It took me nearly 18 months to even
get a court hearing on my rape,

and two days after that slime
disappears, you're on the case?

Un-bloody-believable!

Why are the criminals
always being looked out for?

What about the victims?
Ms Johnson, we're...

If you're telling me
that Malcolm Street is dead,

then I will be honest with you,
I could not be more delighted.

He was an animal. They both were.

And if you're asking me
if I killed him, I didn't.

But I can tell you from the bottom
of my heart, I wish I had.

I wish I had.

This Sigmundsen
investigation, has it got legs

or are we better putting
our resources into something else?

Given that our main suspect's
already dead, Sarge,

I don't see where's left to go with it.

What about Malcolm Street's
disappearance?

Takes us nowhere. Malcolm Street's
been in trouble since he could crawl.

Lots of juvie offences, then
after the rape, he picked up pace -

assault, possession with intent.

He's currently out on bail - firearms
charges. He's due in court next week.

So, what,
do you think he's absconded?

It's a big possibility
considering his form,

he's looking at prison time.

OK. So we've identified the dog walker.

What about Sigmundsen's
other five urns - who were they?

Can't see how we're ever going
to find that out, Sarge.

Write up what we've got.
I will show it to the Superintendent.

She can make the final call.

Duncan, you're with me.

Have you heard from
Superintendent Jarvis?

Got a call earlier.

The operation kicks off tomorrow.

Zabor gets back into the country
mid-morning.

What about Claire?
How's she holding up?

She'll do what she has to.

You're... you're going to need
some personal time.

I'm taking Claire
into the drug squad, first thing.

Take all the time you need.

But leave the operation to them.

Yes, Sarge.

Do the others know about this?

No.

Maybe you should tell them.

You might find it helps.

How long's this been going on?
A few days.

This is the first time
you mention it?

What difference does it make?

I just don't see why you feel

you have to carry it
all by yourself, mate.

Simon, give him a break.
Bloody Jarvis, eh?

I wouldn't trust him
as far as I could spit a rat.

Gee, that's helpful.

Claire doesn't have
a record, does she?

Of course not.
So it's her first offence.

How much was she carrying?

Enough for a trafficking charge.

Still, it's a first offence.

Simon said that
she's got wealthy parents.

They only own half of Perth.

If the right people stand up
for her in court, she'll be fine.

That's not an option.
She's right, man.

Why not? She can afford the best.

Because she doesn't
want it all coming out.

To embarrass them.

Look, I tried talking to her.
She won't listen.

What are you going to do?

That bitch.

What?

She roots around on him
and digs herself into a hole,

then she expects him
to come and dig her out.

If I were him,
I'd tell her to take a hike.

The high moral ground.

That's a bit rich for someone
who spent several months

shagging his colleague's wife.

Who told you that?
Didn't need telling.

Everybody knew.

You look like you could use a drink.

Ah, excuse me...

Oh, stuff it.

What's this?

Oh, it's takeaway,
but I set the table.

I just... I want to make
the most of tonight.

Claire...
No, I know, it's gonna be fine.

I just... I don't want to talk about it,
I don't want to think about it.

Just not tonight.

Yep, and... there, darl, there.

Covering your arse, Jarvis?
The department's arse, Freeman.

Great.
Boss, we better go.

Zabor's plane is getting in early.
Oh, bugger.

Alright. That's it.
Say your goodbyes.

Hey, hang on! Hang on!
We've really got to go.

Claire's got to be with Zabor
from the moment he arrives.

Remember what we said last night?
Yeah. Our future.

Think about it all the time.
Stay strong.

Now, now, now, now!
I'm sorry.

Couldn't help noticing, darling...

...when you were signing
the old indemnity form...

You've got to come across calm, love.

Blind eye, eh?

Whatever it takes.

Come on.

Present for you.

I put in some overtime
on the Sigmundsen thing.

Mostly code busting.
Wow.

I ran into some pretty
interesting email files

on the big guy's computer.

This really deserves a drink.

Possibly dinner.

Actually, um... Matt's handling
the paperwork on this one.

Sarge, has the Dag Sigmundsen report
gone up to the superintendent yet?

No, not as yet. Why?
Something's come up.

Sigmundsen was in regular contact
with James Bradwell.

The guy in the wheelchair.
In contact, how?

Our computer bloke managed
to get into some cached email files.

Check it out. It's all there.

Bradwell is a zealot.

Hotwheels -
vigilante in a wheelchair.

He meets Dag Sigmundsen
through Vigilance,

sucks him into his own personal plans,
I mean, not hard -

Sigmundsen's got an axe to grind too.

He becomes the muscle,
Bradwell was the brains.

So Dag Sigmundsen killed
the dog walker for James Bradwell?

He sits there in his chair,

cruising the Internet
for desperate victims of crime,

then sends his man out
to bring justice to the people.

It's all there.
It was in code, apparently.

Mmm.

All that's missing are the skull rings.

They've killed Bernstein
and at least five more.

If Sigmundsen hadn't had a heart attack,
they'd probably still be at it.

Maybe they are.

A new partner?
Maybe.

Maybe James Bradwell can tell us

not only who occupies
the other five urns,

but where Malcolm Street is
and who put him there.

Pick him up and his computer.
I'll organise a warrant.

Any word from Duncan?
Nothing yet, Sarge.

Thank you. I'll get that.
Thank you.

Why aren't I surprised?

What'd you expect me to do?
Sit on the sidelines?

Yeah, that's exactly
what we expect you to do.

You're not part of this operation.

Mate, is she really worth your job?
Yes.

So you can go and tell Jarvis
I don't give a shit!

Right answer.

Which is why I won't call him.

But he's going to be here soon,
so... you better get lost.

Here...

My personal mobile.
You can check in for updates.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Don't worry.

I'll look after her.

Now, disappear.

That's Gary Kovacevic's van,
Bradwell's next target.

Open up! Police!

Down here!

Hey!

Two more minutes.

You better buy yourself
a lottery ticket, mate.

Be the luckiest day of your life.

Does the name Dag Sigmundsen
mean anything to you?

Dag.

I'd say he got to me. What did he do?

He was collecting the ashes
in the urns.

You mean he jeopardised
this whole thing for trophies?

Idiot.

We'd only just started.

Do you know how many others
there are still out there?

Like Gary Kovacevic? Now,
you were trying to murder him, right?

Execute. It was an execution. Yes.

But how did you jump him?

Because I didn't think
you could get out of that chair.

I still have some movement.
I wish I'd had more.

Did you kill this man too?
Yes, I did.

His name's Malcolm Street.

OK.
Duncan.

So Malcolm Street's dead.
And he was guilty of what?

What's going on?

He and Kovacevic raped a young woman
named Michelle Johnson.

They got off.
Maybe because they were innocent.

They were guilty!

I know.

Just like I knew Leon Bernstein
killed my wife and crippled me.

You should've let me drown him.

Now Sigmundsen's dead,
you don't have access to the furnace.

So if you did kill Street,
what did you do with his body?

That's for you to find out, Detective.

And the other five urns,
who's in those?

More of the same. People that didn't
deserve to be walking the streets.

Names?
You'll find them on my computer.

I'm sure the families of their victims
will be pleased to know they're dead.

In the end it's what we all want, isn't it?

Revenge?

Retribution?

I see a psychiatric
evaluation coming up.

He seems scarily sane to me.

Stanley... I need to see you in my office.
And Detective Freeman too.

We're not absolutely sure
what happened at this stage.

There was supposed to be a party.

A Detective Jumbo...

Jumbo Watson.

He's a Detective Sergeant.

Yes, that's right, Detective Sergeant
Watson was on surveillance.

The target, Tony Keane,
arrived early with muscle.

Watson thought
something was wrong, he went in.

He was also killed.

And Claire? How?

I believe it was Keane
who shot Claire.

I'm so sorry, Detective Freeman.

She died on the way to hospital.

ESD are already looking into it

and there'll be
an external inquiry too, of course.

Where's Tony Keane?
Injured in custody.

I want to see Claire.

I'll come with you.

No.

I've got friends.

One of them can take me.

Thanks, ma'am.

You didn't tell me
they were coming.

Hey, settle down, OK, Freeman?
We both...

What are you doing, mate?

Get back.

You just stuffed
your whole world, son!

Superintendent,
it's been a very emotional day.

Maybe you should...
Shut up, Detective.

I'll have you. I'll have you!

Alright, Mattie.

I'm going inside.

By myself.

? Dear long-forgotten friend

? The time that we spent together

? I know it had to end

? But we could have ended it better

? I hope you found the place
where dreams get built

? Only you know what it cost
and what it was all for

? I saw our love turn into pain and guilt

? Dead flowers on the floor

? Love went away so soon

? I saw we could all be hateful

? Howling at the moon

? But somehow I still feel grateful

? I hope you found the place
where dreams get built

? Only you know what it cost
and what it was all for

? I saw our love turn into pain and guilt

? Dead flowers on the floor

♪ Dead flowers on the floor. ♪