All language subtitles for Return To Paradise s02e01 Apex Predator.eng

Hello, it's DI Clarke.
- Mackenzie Clarke?!

I can't believe you came back.

- ENGINE REVS

I mean, it's been six years

and still no-one here likes me.

- I'm going to get on to HQ,

tell them to send down a detective.

- We don't need another detective.

- Mackenzie Clarke, Detective
Inspector, Metropolitan Police.

- This is your house?

You can see it from the surf.

You grew up here, and you chose to
move to London?

- PHILOMENA:
- Apparently, you're under suspension.

- Please, don't call me again.
- No, don't go!

- Hi.

- Is there anything going on between
DI Clarke and Glenn Strong?

- REGGIE:
- I mean, unless you count

her leaving him at the altar six years
ago,

flying to London and never speaking to
him again.

Well, running away from something
doesn't mean it's over.

- That ship has sailed to calmer,
kinder waters.

- Will you marry me?
- Yes.

- PHILOMENA:
- I heard from DI Mooney that your inquiry has finished.

- I am...free to go back to London.

- I know, Frankie, I know.

I think I still love her, too.

- PHONE RINGS

- Excuse me. Sorry, mad rush!

Just hold your line there!
- Oi!

Watch it!

- I'm standing at Arrivals.

I've been waiting half an hour.

- MACKENZIE, ON PHONE: Well, that's
clearly a lie.

You're puffing.

- It's not a lie!

- You do know I am a detective?

- I'm just breathless with
anticipation.

- You might have to wait a little
longer.

Didn't quite make it to the airport.

- Do you think you could have told me
this

before I nearly blew up my heart
running?

- Ah, so it was a lie.

- What happened?
- Uh...

I stopped to think about something,

and I guess that was yesterday.

- Think about what? I thought you
solved your case.

- Nope, not my case. It was a...

..personal matter.

- As I recall, you don't have those.

- It's just that the last time I did,
I...

..I ran away. And I think maybe I
should try

not to do that any more.

- Oh, we're talking about your failed
wedding, are we?

- Well, I was trying to be oblique.

- You do know I'm a detective?

If I didn't know any better,
Mackenzie,

I'd say you were having feelings.

- I'm not having feelings.

- Sort them out, give me a call when
you're done.

- No, I'm just going to get on the
next plane.

- Sorry, breaking up here!

- Don't you dare.

- Ah! Bad line!

- No, no, no, wait! Wait, wait!

CALL DISCONNECTS

- Can you get those samples into the
fridge

and quickly this time?

- Of course. But you're late. They're
waiting.

- We're in the business of stopping
human ageing,

and our ground-breaking shark research

is at the very centre of that vision.

I am extremely proud to announce that
Sharktech -

formerly a part of South Coast
University -

has begun to attract the attention...

- I'm way behind. I'll see you back at
the lab.

- You don't want to stay for the
pitch?

- I wrote the pitch.

- This is a monumental moment for us.

- Clementine Clovelly, Dolphin Cove
Echo.

Can you explain how shark research

will actually help us stop ageing?

- For that, I would now like to hand
over

to one of the world's leading shark
experts,

Associate Professor Brian Chandler.

- Uh, thank you, Asher.

We've been carrying out genetic
research

into how white sharks stabilise and
adapt their DNA.

We've also been tracking them to...

- Why don't you just leave them alone?

- I'm sorry, you're from?
- You know who I am.

Can you explain how trapping sharks on
drum lines

is impacting on fish populations?
- It's not.

- Well, that's not what the fishermen
are saying.

- Thank you.
- The...

- If we could please bring it back to
Sharktech's research.

Clementine, a follow-up?

- CAR HORN HONKS

- I'm charging you double on the way
back.

- Course you are.

Good morning.

- Not again.

- HE SIGHS

Why didn't you ask him to leave?

- I'm operations mate, not your
personal security guard.

- He made us look like idiots.

- Brian, forget about it. It went
well.

And tomorrow morning there's going to
be

articles everywhere about the amazing
work

going on at Sharktech. Yeah?

Our work, which continues.

Are you going out on the boat?

- Yeah, I've got to check the drum
lines.

- I'll drop you down there.
- Yeah.

- I've got an idea I want to pick your
brain about.

- DOOR BEEPS AND UNLOCKS

- All right, Brian's out and away.

Well, thank you both so much for this
morning.

Shame about what's-his-name
interrupting.

Right, ten minutes to catch up on the
rest of the day.

- Mm-hm.

- CLEARS THROAT

It's illegal without a licence, you
know?

- She's a pet.

- Mm? What's her name?
- Caroline.

- How old?

- 14 months.

- Date of birth?
- 31st of July, 2024.

- Mm.

Cancer?
- Leo.

- Well, make sure she's on a lead.

- Will do.

It's a surprise for Daisy's mum's
birthday,

she loves them.

Sorry if this is a stupid question,

but aren't you meant to be in London?

- Yes.

- So, why aren't you?

- Well, it sort of involves...
- Stop.

- No, let me say it.

- No, Mack. Stop! Hey!

He looks too far gone.

Here.

Oh.

Just watch out for the...
- Mm-hm.

- What do you think? Out fishing?

- No.

No rods, no lines.

Hm.

"Brian Chandler."

Works for Sharktech.

- Looks like a heart attack or stroke.

There's not much we can do for him.

The morgue, they can come and, uh...

- He's wearing a silver chain.

- Only a crime against fashion.

- No, it's discoloured.

SHE SNIFFS

Rotten eggs.

- No way.
- Yes way.

Tarnished metal, rotten eggs.
- Hydrogen sulphide gas.

But how could he be gassed?

We're outside on a boat.

- There's faint skin irritation around
the nose and mouth.

What if it was held to his face?

- That'd make sure he inhaled enough
of it to kill him.

- This is murder.
- It might be murder.

I'll know more when I autopsy him.

- No, it's murder.

See what else you can find on the
body.

Colin?

Get dressed.

- He was my right-hand man.

He's been researching sharks his
entire career,

even before we met.

This is awful.
- Here you go, hon.

- Thanks.
- You OK?

- My husband.

- Craig Park. Operations.

- Did you see Brian this morning?

- He spoke at the press conference.

We're on the brink of some significant
breakthroughs

so we've spun off from the university.

- And more chance of selling out to
cosmetic companies

who are desperate to break
anti-ageing? Mm?

Good pitch.

- Yeah, well, the science is bigger
than just a pitch, Detective.

- What happened after the press
conference?

- I've got it all here.

- And you are?

- Susie Huen.

- She's one of our team.

A PhD in marine biology and a
wonderful scientist.

- Sorry.

The press conference was at 9am

out the front of the lab.

Then Asher dropped Brian at the boat.

He had to check the drum lines.

- When was this?
- Uh, I don't know exactly.

From here to the dock, about 10:30?

- Then what?

- Well, we came back here, and we...
We got on with our day.

- What time was that?

- 11.

- And who knew that Brian was going
out on the boat?

- Just us.

- Is there CCTV at the dock?

- Yeah, I can help you with that.

Out in the shed.

- Oh, what do you know about hydrogen
sulphide?

- Why?

- We think it may have been a factor
in Brian's death.

- Well, we're scientists.

Even first year chemistry students

know everything there is to know about
H2S.

- I wouldn't know anything about gas.

I left school when I was 16, so...

- You're a boatman, aren't you?

Don't all boatmen know about hydrogen
sulphide in confined spaces?

Say, when you're cleaning the head,
for example.

- I suppose so, yeah.
- Ah.

Probably got what you need to make it
in this room.

- Brian's loss doesn't seem to have
affected you too much.

- SIGHING:
- Yeah, well, I hardly knew the guy, so...

- You worked with him.

- Yeah, but Brian was too big-brained
to talk to me.

OK, so that is the last 24 hours.

That's all we've got.

I'll leave you to it, then.

- OK, OK.

Here we go.

10:38...

..which fits with Asher driving him
down there

at around 10:30.

She's on her way back to the lab now
to meet the others.

Brian gets on the boat,

and now we're just waiting for our
killer.

What?

- It's only him on it.

- No, that's not possible. Where's our
killer?

- Um...

..maybe they're already on there?

- No. As far as we can tell, the only
people that knew

he was going to be on that boat were
the Sharktech crew

and they were all back at the lab by
11.

That's not enough time to get down
there,

murder him and get back.

How could any of them murder Brian

when he was on a boat in the middle of
the water?

- Oh, hey, hey, hey! Dead bloke alone
on a boat,

is that right?

- Um, that's about it.

- Oh, that's a new one.

Hey, mind you, I nearly choked on an
oyster

on Mick Michael's tinny, New Year's,
'99, the Y2K.

Admittedly, I had had a few chardies,

so I was not at my best, but still,

there, but for the grace of God,
like...

- They've sent through the footage of
the press conference.

I've been scanning through it a bit,
and I also got the photos

of the victim and the lab team right
here.

How do you want to run it? You want
the board?

- Yeah, I cleaned it up, got it ready
for you.

- Hey, mate, mate, mate.

Don't be shy. You're the boss now.
- Yeah.

- I may not have been completely
forthcoming on the phone.

- About what?
- Well...

- Brian Chandler, murdered in the
middle of the ocean.

- Um, about this situation.

- Senior scientist at Sharktech found
dead alone

on board Hakari, the research vessel
for Sharktech.

He got on board alive at 10:38am,
according to the CCTV.

He sailed out to sea while the only
people

who knew where he was - the Sharktech
crew -

were all back at the lab.

Somewhere out there, he was gassed
with hydrogen sulphide,

we think held to his face on a cloth.

And he comes ashore dead to me and
Glenn at 11:30.

Any questions so far?

- Just the one, love.

What the heck are you doing back here?

- Yes, Mackenzie. What the heck are
you doing back here?

- Mm-hm. Mm. Mm-hm. It is a good
question.

It is a fair question.

But a man is dead

and we have work to do.

- Detective Sergeant Clarke...

..we're gonna have to have a
conversation about this.

You understand?

- Yes, Boss.

- All right, off you go.

- Sharktech!

Sharktech, led by Professor Asher
Svensson.

- Bit of a shark herself.
- Mm.

She owns the lab, thanks to some seed
money.

She's looking for investment.

She drives Brian to the dock before he
sails out to his death.

And then she returns to the lab
immediately afterwards.

Craig Park. Asher's husband.

- Operations at Sharktech.

- And Susie Huen, research scientist.

As far as we know, these are the only
people that knew

that Brian was going to be on that
boat.

- Nothing in his phone suggests he
told anyone outside the lab?

Could it be someone random?

- It's murder. It's never random.

- Mm. What about the cloth?

- Probably at the bottom of the ocean
by now.

But, oh, I did... I found...

I found this. Look, look, look.

- Mm. What is that?

- That is a bit of red thread.
- Mm.

- It was on the gate to the dock,

so somebody could have jumped the
fence.

- Well, I think I might have a lead on
that.

There was a guy at the press
conference.

He didn't look like a journo,

but he was asking some provocative
questions.

- MAN, ON RECORDING:
- Why don't you just leave them alone?

- There. There, there, there. Zoom in,
zoom in.

Red shirt.
- Oh...

Uh...

- Well, we need to find out who that
is.

- I know who that is.

Yeah, that's my ex-husband.

Mm.

- G'day, lads.
- G'day, mate.

- BIKE BELL RINGS

- G'day, Damo.

- Oh, look here!

Well, it didn't take long for you to
become

a tool of the establishment, did it,
Reg?

What happened to "defund the police"?

To social care instead of
institutionalised power?

- Oh, pull your head in, would you?
They just want to chat.

- I think I'm entitled to have a legal
representative present,

aren't I?

- We know you interrupted the
Sharktech press conference.

- I posed legitimate questions that I
have a right to ask.

All of my reporting is properly
sourced

and published on my website.

- Mm. Mm. Mm-hm.

Yeah. Love your shirt. Jumped any
fences recently?

- Yesterday.

To take some photos

to bear witness to the damage that
they're doing

to our marine population and local
waters.

It's not a crime.
- Well, it is.

- Do you know Brian Chandler?

- Brian Chandler. You bet I know him.
He is one of the worst.

He's out there doing God knows what on
the water.

You just keep him away from me. That's
all I'm saying.

- Oh, that will not be a problem.

- Is he dead?

Oh, well, he wasn't that bad.

I was overcooking that one a little
bit.

- Where were you after the press
conference?

- Um, I was everywhere on my bike.
- Anyone see you?

- I speak to everybody on my route.

That's what local community is all
about.

- We may need to talk to you again.

- If I make myself available.

Hey, Reg.
- Don't start.

- You look really good.

- You know, uh...

..I'd be more than happy to try

and find you alternative
accommodation.

It's really no bother.

You hate the beach and the view

and, well, everything about that
house,

as far as I can tell.

Whereas I'm one of life's great
enthusiasts -

a lover of the sand, the sea,
especially of outdoor baths.

Are you sure you're staying?
- Sorry?

- Would you consider and hear me out?

- CLEARS THROAT

- An extremely discreet and very quiet
lodger.

- Absolutely not.
- Oh-ho, OK.

- PHILOMENA:
- Mackenzie, time for that conversation.

- DOOR CLOSES

- Off she goes. Off to London.

Dreary old Dolphin Cove, receding in
the rear-view mirror.

And then, I don't know, 24 hours
later, I get a call

from DI Mooney explaining that for
scheduling reasons...

..your job is just not as urgent any
more.

And you're available to me again.

- Temporarily?
- Yeah, temporarily.

- Yeah.
- No, no, of course. Yes.

One minute there's a job, and the
next...

That's unusual.

Don't you think?
- Mm. Yeah.

Yeah, maybe a little. Mm.

- Temporary for how long?

- I don't know.

There's a few things that I need to
sort out.

- It's not something going on, is
there?

Something I should be concerned about
as your Senior Sergeant?

- No.

- What about, then, just, you know,
say...

..for example...

..as a mother who's very concerned
about her son's happiness?

- Also no.

- All right, then. Well...

..welcome back to Sunny Dolphin Cove.

DOOR CLOSES

- HE CHUCKLES

- Insurance claim from a few months
ago.

Hard to piece it together from the
paperwork,

but it looked like Brian was accused
of

some fairly loose behaviour

which led to the injury of an
employee.

- Who?

- Brian was putting a tracker into a
shark.

It landed on my arm.
- The tracker?

- The shark.

- And your shoulder was injured?

- It's not that bad.

- But you can't get it above your
head, can you?

There's nothing on the top shelf.

Unless, do you want to...

Why don't you pop that up there?

Go on. Prove me wrong.

With your left hand.

A PhD in marine biology,

and they won't insure you to be on the
water.

Why didn't you quit?

- I've been working with Asher since
undergrad.

I'm not going to throw away my career
with her

because of a setback.

- But all your grand ambitions just
ripped from you

because of Brian.

Angry about it?

- Not at all.

Sharks are powerful animals and can be
unpredictable.

Sometimes, when dealing with them in
the field,

accidents can occur

despite the best efforts of everyone
involved.

- Hm. That's it for today.

Thanks for taking the time.

What do Sharktech do with sharks?

- Research them.

- Track them.

Acoustic tag we found on the boat.

- They don't use GPS?
- Mm-mm.

GPS doesn't work from inside a shark,

which is where they put these.

So, after the press conference,

Asher drives Brian down to the dock.

He gets on the boat alone, sails away,

at 10:38.

10:57, the tracker records a ping

from the listening station on this
buoy.

11:14.

Then it comes ashore to Glenn and me
at 11:30.

So, according to those four data
points...

..dock where he left,

buoy one ping,

buoy two ping,

and then to the beach, Glenn and me.

That is a rough approximation of the
boat's path.

- Well, couldn't it have gone
somewhere else?

If it went along the coast, someone
could have got on board

to kill Brian.
- Mm-mm.

Because that boat has a top speed of
about 20 knots.

For the boat to travel that distance,
in that time

it had to sail straight out to sea.

And at that speed to get a boat to it,

tie it up while moving...

I mean, it's the same for a jet ski,
it's the same for a kayak.

No-one could get on board.

And even if they could,

the only people that know that he's
there,

well, they're all back at the lab by
the time he's at the first buoy.

- How did someone manage to murder
him?

It's impossible.
- Mm.

- Brian's office. Did you find
anything?

- Uh, not really. Gym bag.

Uh, top, towels, shoes, wristband
thingy.

Other than that, nothing out of the
ordinary.

- What about his shorts? BOTH:
- What?

- In his bag. Top, towel, shoes,
wristband thingy.

No shorts? BOTH:
- No.

- Who goes to the gym without shorts?

DOG BARKS

Oh! Hello, Frankie, come here.

Hey, gorgeous.

Where's Glenn, hey?

- I've got Brian Chandler first up
tomorrow.

I'll give you a call when I'm done.

- Shorts.

- What?

- You're wearing shorts,

which you would normally do if you
were going to exercise.

- Uh, normally. Yeah.

- Mm. WOMAN:
- Hi, Mack.

- Hi.

See? Shorts.

- Aren't you meant to be in...

..in London?

- I am, yeah. Yeah.

- But you're not?
- No.

Um, I was just actually explaining
that to Glenn.

It's work stuff

and the fast-paced environment of
modern policing.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Well, Glenn didn't say anything.

- Oh, it only happened a couple of
hours ago.

- Oh.

Alrighty. Well, um, welcome back.

Are we off?

- Yeah. Let's do it.

- FRANKIE BARKS

- All right. What are we doing?

- Round the headland and up the hill?
- OK. Race ya!

- Oh!

REGGIE:
- Yoo-hoo!

Come in.

- Oh.

OK. Oh!

Well, I made a tagine.

Way too much, of course,

but I thought you could make use of it

because you've probably got nothing in
the house.

- Thank you.

SHE SIGHS

- All unpacked?

- Nope.

- Can I ask?
- Mm.

- What happened?

- Operational stuff. You know...

..scheduling.

- Scheduling?
- Mm. It's a nightmare.

- Mm.

Well...

..it's lovely to have you back, honey.

Even if it's just for a little bit.

So, toodle-oo.

- Reggie.
- Mm?

- How did you know with Damo...

..when it was done?

- I made a decision. And that was it.
Never again.

- That simple? CHUCKLING:
- Honey, it wasn't simple at all.

But all you can do is follow your
heart

away from someone, like me, or...

..towards them.

- What if you can't go towards them?

Uh, when do the...

..symptoms go away?

- You mean feelings?
- Mm.

- They don't.

But I've always thought if you do
something

for the right reason,

the world just comes up to meet you.

- GLENN:
- Asphyxiated.

And I found a few fibres in his mouth
and nose.

So, we can conclude -

hydrogen sulphide gas applied direct

to the face on a cloth or something
similar.

- How quickly?
- Seconds. A few breaths.

He was also on anticoagulants.

- He had a bad heart?

- At risk of clots, it looks like.

- He went to the gym.

- Uh, wouldn't have been my advice.

Reckon any doctor would agree.

He should not have been working out.

- It would have killed him?

- Pretty high risk of some sort of
episode.

- Right, so, whoever killed him

wanted it to look like a heart attack.

- Or a stroke. And it did.

Until you came along.

Here's something else, though.

He had bruising on his neck.

- Was it from the struggle?

- With H2S, there's barely any
struggle.

This is older. I'd say from being
choked.

- OK, great. More to go on.

Is that it?

- That's it.
- We'll see you later.

- I'm still doing the report. I'll
send it over.

- DOOR CLOSES

I heard you.

- Yeah, I'm standing right here.

- At your engagement party...

..after I left?

- What are you talking about?

CLEARS THROAT

Uh, Frankie, she got in the cab,

and then I brought her back

and then she ran to you, and, uh...

..I heard what you said about your
feelings towards me.

Um, I wanted to know...

..is that real?

- Mack?

Reggie on the phone.

I couldn't quite make out exactly what
she was saying.

- Mm.
- Uh, needs us back, apparently.

- DOOR CLOSES

DAMO:
- Now, where is it? Uh, not this one. Uh...

Ah, here it is. So, have a look at
this.

- REGGIE:
- Yeah? - This is the Marine Impact Plan,

which mysteriously got signed off by
council, incomplete.

- What's this?
- Evidence.

- The fruits of my citizen journalism
and some Turkish delight

if you'd like some. It's Reggie's
favourite.

- Oh, God, it's beautiful.

Mm!

- Yeah?
- No.

- No?

- Nope. We will leave you to the
Turkish delight

for now.

- I'm downloading all the historical
data

from that tracker you found on the
boat.

- That's a lot of shark tracking data.
- I don't mind.

Oh, and then we're going to go to the
gym.

It kept me up all last night

trying to figure out why wouldn't he
bring shorts?

- Mm.
- What's that?

- DAMO:
- Oh, that's all their research. They have to make it accessible.

Or at least they did,

until they took the whole thing
private.

Strict marine curfews

but, you know, there they are on the
boat

you know, clandestine meetings.

Um, that's all the accounts.

- How'd you get their accounts?

- I am not allowed to reveal my
sources.

- Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

Wait. What? What?

What was that about clandestine
meetings?

- Finally, someone wants to do their
job.

- Damo was there a few weeks ago,
taking photographs.

Look who he saw down at the dock.

- Asher and Brian.
- Mm.

And it looks like they were more than
just colleagues.

- You know, he wants to be a detective
one day.

- Felix?
- If you're looking for a protege.

If you're staying, I mean.

- Colin, stop asking me if I'm
staying. - Are you OK?

- Stop asking me if I'm OK.

- Literally the first time I've asked
you.

- I don't know if I'm staying. Yes.
I'm OK.

And, Felix, well, if he's serious,
he'll come to me.

- REGGIE CHUCKLES

- Ooh!
- DAMO: - Ooh!

- SHE LAUGHS

- Do they let you take the uniform
home?

- LAUGHING:
- Oh, you're naughty! - Am I?

- HE CLEARS THROAT

- Uh, OK. Uh, thanks... Thanks for
assisting us.

And, uh, we will be in touch.

Uh, dismissed.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Busy morning?
- Yeah.

We were without a boat, weren't we?

Lots of catch up to do.

Thanks, hon.

- Doesn't that let the water in?

- Sure does.

A few years ago, white shark,

she politely asked me to leave her
territory.

- You were attacked?
- Bitten.

- Why not buy a new wet suit?

- Because wearing this one is a
constant reminder

that the ocean belongs to its
creatures and not us.

- Can you, uh...

Can you explain this?

- Can't quite make it out.

- Oh, well, that's you.

And that's Brian.

On board the Hakari.

- Looks pretty intimate.
- Were you having an affair?

- I wouldn't call it an affair.

- OK. What would you call it?

- A very human mistake.

Brian was...was having a tough time.

He was going through a traumatic
divorce.

He came to me for comfort.

- Comfort?

- Yeah.

We've worked together for over 20
years.

Most weeks, I'd spend more time with
him than my own husband.

I'm not proud of it. It happened so I
ended it.

- How did Brian take it?

- Well, he...

He put his head down and he continued
to work

and that's all I care about.

- Did your husband know?

- Of course I knew. I'm not an idiot.

She was taking off in her gym gear and
coming back fresh as a daisy.

So, what if his missus left him and
took him to the cleaners?

Find another woman to dry your eyes.

- What did you do?
- I had a conversation with him.

Told him you don't touch another man's
wallet or his wife.

I think he got the message.

- Did you have your hands around his
throat during this conversation?

- Maybe. I can't remember exactly.

- OK. You see, the thing is, Craig...

..you threaten him, you choke him, and
then the next thing,

he turns up dead on your boat.

- Yeah, but like I already said, I was
nowhere near it.

If you want to arrest me, lady, do it.

Otherwise, I'm a little bit busy

trying to catch up on the day you guys
stole from us.

You know, when you ransacked the boat?

- We will be back.

- I don't know what came over me.

Three years!

I've hardly seen him. I've barely
thought about him.

He was a terrible husband.

But there's always been, like, this...

This energy between us.

- Energy?
- Oh! It's pulsating.

Ha! And it's undeniable.

And for all his faults and there were
plenty,

there was always one place that we
never had any problems.

I mean, never again. That is a
promise.

All right?

- BLEEPS, LOCKER UNLOCKS

- Here we go.

- What's in there?
- Nothing.

- Yeah, no, look at this.

Look at this.

- DAMO, ON RECORDING:
- Hi, this is Damo's blog,

shining a light on the truth.

- So, I found a post on Damo's blog.
It's just a short one.

RIP, Nigel. Funeral at Marigold
Funeral Home.

Date and time, etc...
- Who's Nigel?

- Oh, just an old mate of his.

I didn't realise they were back in
touch,

so I called Maeve at Marigold.

She's in my swimming group.

Oh, my gosh, you would not believe

how quick she moves through the water.

She's just had a hip replacement...
- Reggie. Reggie.

- OK.

She recorded the funeral and Damo
spoke.

- Nigel fished these waters since he
was a boy...

..and their "research" took it away.

And when it was gone,

he had nothing left to live for.

Nige, I'm going to miss you.

You got me through some of the
toughest times of my life.

The doctor said heart attack.

But we all know who really killed you.

- Here's what we know, Damo.

You blame Sharktech for the death of
your friend.

- You bet I blame them. It's their
fault.

Drum lines everywhere.

Huge increase in sharks in the
fisheries.

Half the catch gone.

- So, you've got a motive.

You admitted to sneaking into the
dock.

- Well, it's public land. Should be.

- Was that a dry run?

Were you going to figure out how you
were going to do it?

HE SCOFFS

- Just answer them.

- Nothing happened.

I snuck in a couple of days ago.

I went to the announcement yesterday.

I asked my questions, and then I went
to work.

I mean, sure I want to stop Sharktech,

but he's dead, and they're still full
steam ahead.

- HE SCOFFS

- I couldn't have done it anyway! I've
never even been on that boat.

- And he's right.

We know he didn't get on the boat the
day of the murder.

We've seen the CCTV.

We know that nobody got on the boat
other than Brian.

And he was alive when he did.

And the other three Sharktech
suspects,

well, they were all on dry land while
he was murdered out at sea.

Why are you staring at me?

- Well, just normally when you go
quiet,

it's because you're about to solve it.

- Mm. How'd you go at the gym?

- Nothing. Empty locker.

- No shorts?
- No nothing.

The staff at the front desk confirmed
he's there a bit,

but never uses the actual gym.

Uh, you know who else is a member,
though?

Asher Svensson.

- And she comes back from the gym
fresh as a daisy...

- Uh-huh.
- ..according to Craig.

So, why are they both going to a gym
that they don't use?

Do you have the Sharktech accounts?
- Yep.

I haven't been through them properly.

I've been deep in data

from that tracker we found on the
boat.

It's all a bit weird. It's not making
sense.

- Try checking them against the
published Sharktech figures.

- MACKENZIE GASPS

P&T, Marine Maintenance.

Glenn got a little slap in the face

from a piece of torn fabric on the
awning.

- So...?

- So? So they are apparently spending

thousands of dollars on boat
maintenance,

but they didn't fix that torn fabric?

- So, where's the money going?
Blackmail?

- Exactly.

- We're here to see Asher.
- Again?

- Just go and get her!

Oh, hang on. Before you do...

..why didn't you fix the fabric on the
awning of the Hakari?

- On our budget?

You're kidding me.

- So, Brian was blackmailing her?

- There's no other explanation.

Money for P&T Boat Maintenance not
being spent on fixing the boat,

but rather being taken out in cash by
Asher.

- She couldn't just be embezzling it?
- Mm-mm. Mm.

She was going to the gym,

but she was coming back fresh as a
daisy.

I think she's going to the gym,

putting that money in Brian's locker.

Brian, who never went to the gym
because of his heart condition,

is picking it up.

Huh. I mean, the man doesn't even have
shorts.

- I mean, it doesn't change the facts.

He was murdered in the middle of the
ocean

whilst Asher's back at the lab with
Susie and Craig.

I mean, how could she?

- It's discoloured.

Glenn got slapped.

The fabric slapped Glenn.

- Yes, you've mentioned that.

- But then when Brian got on...

Do you have the CCTV?

- Uh, yes.

- There. It's not torn.

- What's not?

- The fabric. The fabric on the
awning.

But...

..if it's not torn...

..and that's Asher's tank, then...

No, the only way that's possible is...

- What are you talking about?

- SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

Oh, that's bold.

- What's bold?

- Come on, Colin!

- Where are you going?

- The timeline was so tight,

it couldn't be too far from the lab

or they'd never make it back in time.

- What couldn't be too far?

- That.

- Sweet Lord above!

That is bold.

- A quiet morning at the beach.

It's what the good people of Dolphin
Cove were enjoying.

Until the Hakari came chugging ashore

with the body of Brian Chandler on
board...

..looking for all the world

like a tragic but unsurprising death

of a man with a heart condition,
but...

Brian Chandler was murdered...

..gassed with hydrogen sulphide held
to his face on a cloth.

Somehow he sailed that boat out to sea
alive,

and came ashore dead, alone the whole
time.

How is that possible?

I will get to that.

Because to understand the how, we have
to understand the why.

Craig, you attacked Brian for an
affair

he was having with your wife, Asher.

At least, that's what you assumed it
was.

Why wouldn't you?

That's what it looked like to us, too.

And Damo's photographs.

And it is what you told us, Asher.

Damo's aim was to capture some
evidence

that could sink Sharktech.

Turns out he did.

But it wasn't an affair.

What those photographs captured was a
threat.

- Brian was blackmailing you.

- You couldn't pay him out of your own
pocket.

The money, it had to come through
Sharktech,

but there's not really a budget line
for blackmail.

But there is for thousands of dollars
of boat maintenance,

which is weird when you couldn't
afford

to fix a bit of torn fabric on the
awning of the Hakari.

But why?

Why was Brian blackmailing you?

The answer, Felix.

- Tracking beacon 427.

- According to your published data,

that tracker has been in a white shark

for the last two years.

When Constable Wilkinson downloaded
the actual raw data,

trying to correlate it with what you'd
published.

Well, where had it been, Felix?

- On the boat the whole time.

- You were faking your data.

And Brian figured it out.

And with a brutal divorce to pay for,
he was squeezing you.

- I didn't kill him.

- I will get to that.

Because the question we couldn't
answer

was how could Brian be murdered

when he was on a boat alone

in the middle of the ocean?

When we looked at the CCTV,

we assumed it was Brian on the boat.

But it wasn't, was it, Asher?

Cap on, same jacket, trolley as a
cover,

knowing the cameras were far away,

you assumed that no-one would be able
to tell

that it was a different person. Or -

and this is the really bold part -

that it was a different boat.

There were two boats used in this
murder,

the Hakari that Brian sailed away and
came ashore on,

and a second boat, the boat on the
CCTV,

the boat that you, Asher, sailed away
from the dock at 10:38,

disguised as Brian.

The boats were made up to look almost
identical,

but with one small difference -

the fabric on the awning of the Hakari
is torn

and on the decoy boat, pristine.

Brian sailed away on the real boat -
the Hakari -

which you drove him to,

that was tied up at another dock.

But waiting on board hiding was your
accomplice.

Protecting themselves from the deadly
hydrogen sulphide

in scuba gear.

Then it was easy enough for the killer

to escape over the side,

leaving Brian dead on board and the
Hakari sailing out to sea.

Meanwhile, Asher is driving that boat
back to where WE found it,

picking up the killer from the water
along the way.

That is an audacious plan,

that made it look like Brian was
killed

out on the water while the killers
were on dry land.

It was a...

..watertight alibi.

Does that sound about right, Susie?

- What?

- You knew about the blackmail.

I mean, you're across everything in
that lab.

You know where the money's going.

You hated Brian.

He took your dream of being on the
water away from you.

But most importantly,

you idolise Asher.

Your career is tethered to her
research.

If she goes down, so do you.

And I think that you would do anything

to stop that happening.

- I was here the whole time.

- Mm. Mmm.

You left the press conference early.

We saw you on the footage online.

- To go to the lab.

- To wait for Brian on the boat

wearing Asher's scuba gear,

since you don't have any

cos they won't insure you to be on the
water.

And it's Asher's tank that's
discoloured from the gas.

- Sorry.

This is the most ridiculous story I've
ever heard.

- Hm.

Yeah.

Yeah, it probably is, isn't it?

Oh, it did sound convincing, though.

Just for... Just for a moment?

Although - and just humour me here for
a minute -

we know whoever killed Brian was
wearing Asher's wet suit,

and whoever was wearing Asher's wet
suit

is going to have irritated skin from
the one place

that the gas could get to,

which is the holes in the arms from
where she was bitten by a shark.

And she doesn't have them.

He doesn't have them.

He doesn't have them either.

So, would you mind rolling up your
sleeve?

OK. Constable Wilkinson?

- May I?

- Excuse the fingers.

- Susie Huen.

- Asher Svensson.

- Everything I've worked for, gone.

I never should have trusted you with
anything.

- You're under arrest for the murder
of Brian Chandler.

You don't have to say anything, but
anything you say may be used...

- Two boats?

Bold.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Very bold.

- What I said at the engagement
party...

..it was an emotional moment.

You were leaving and...

Yes, I said it.

I felt it, even.

But it's not...

We had our chance, is what I'm saying.

- Yeah. We did.

- I'm getting married.

SHE CHUCKLES

It's, uh... It's fantastic.

- I mean...

It's not why you came back, is it?

- No.

That is...scheduling?

Um.

It's complicated, but it's...

It's nothing to do with this.

Which isn't a thing anyway.
- No.

- Um, I guess that is all there is to
say about that, then.

Enjoy your surf.

- Yeah.

- SHE SIGHS

- Hey!

- I knew they were no good.

- I'm sorry about Nigel.

- Yeah, he was a good bloke.
- Yeah.

- He was there for me after you left,

when I didn't have anybody.

- I'm not a tool of the establishment,
by the way.

For the police.

I do important work.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Of course. Yeah, yeah.

Help little old ladies with their
parking tickets?

- HE CHUCKLES

- Sure.

- Wow.
- What?

- Never again, Damo.

Never again.

- What?

Reg!

What did I say?

Reg! What did I do?

- PHONE RINGS

JACK:
- Mackenzie. - It's done.

I can come back.

- What do you mean it's done?

- Whatever feelings there were...

..it's not a thing. Can you book me on
a flight?

that simple, DI Clarke.

So many moving parts here,

cases in varying states of flux.

I'll be needing that file by the end
of the day!

- I know you're at the pub.
- Nonsense.

- I can hear the fire crackling

and the rain on the windows.

And I'd say you're about a third to
halfway through a pint?

Your second.

- You're good. I always said it.

Regardless, it's gonna be a while

before we can slot you back in.

- But yesterday, you were running to
meet me at the airport.

- Well, this is the fast-paced
environment of modern policing.

- You're at the pub.
- On my day off.

- So, what? I can't come back.

- I'm saying that whatever stopped you
getting on that plane

isn't something you just deal with
overnight.

- Yes, it is. I just told you that.

- There's something in that town

that you have to make your peace with.

At the very least, there's no job for
you here.

- What, so, you're saying I'm stuck
here?

Again?

- I'm afraid so.

- CALL DISCONNECTS

REGGIE:
- The famously volatile Point Ruin are back in Dolphin Cove.

- I thought they hated each other.

- Oh, that is an oversimplification of
a complicated dynamic.

You never got the truth with Point
Ruin.

You only get the songs.

- I would be delighted to attend

yours and Daisy's wedding.

- Great.

- They were all in that theatre
together

FEEDBACK

Or were they?

- Have you RSVP'd yet?

- So, it would be OK

for this person to go?

- As long as this person didn't ruin
it again.

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