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There was a...

Right.

End of overture, chorus in place.

What? The Peter Matthews funeral show.
It's about to begin.

Those his brothers?

Must be, yes.

The one on the left, that's Harry.

He's done time.

They're all criminals.

The whole Matthews family.

You're going to have to go and see Kenny
Stone, Morse.

Kenny's evidence was A1.

I guarantee that personally.

Before anybody else does, I mean.

We're the only ones that know where he
is.

It's always the same with the
supergrass. No corroboration.

And this new evidence.

Peter Matthews was driving that car,
not... What's his name supposed to be?

Well, it's the first place an inquiry
will look.

Ask to...

taunty barristers peeking through my
files.

There won't be an inquiry.

Will there?

I lost one of my best policemen on that
raid.

And you lost a good friend.

If those bastards can shake the Matthews
conviction, they'll say the whole lot

are unsafe.

And the Abingdon gang will be out of
jail.

You like that?

Peter Matthews may not have fired the
gun. No one ever said that he did, but

was there when it was fired. That's what
matters.

Like Tommy bloody Thompson.

He should have got 15 years up to.

Yes, well... The higher up the criminal
scale, the less the evidence sticks.

And when you get to the top, nothing
sticks at all.

What the hell?

Well, I am damned.

Bernie Waters.

Kenny Stone never mentioned Bernie
Waters. Never once.

And they didn't take anything.

Not that I can see.

Nothing to take, for God's sake. Except
the petty cash, and he left that.

The hell am I going to get a paper out
by Friday?

Must be kids.

And that's someone... You haven't been
running exposés?

Corrupt counsellors, that sort of thing?

I'll ask a set.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't. I'll put
you on our free subscription list.

That is, if I can find it.

You know, I don't usually indulge myself
in editorial, Sergeant.

But next week you wait.

These juvenile delinquents, they won't
know what's hit them.

Where the hell have you been?

Firehurst. Local paper turned over.

Serves them right. Get a press.

Look at this, Lewis.

Oh, isn't that the boogie? Bernie
Watered?

Yes.

Now, why do you think he's acting like
an usher at a wedding?

You see that wreath there?

The only one with no name.

Now, who do you think sent that?

Larry Nelson, of course.

You think Waters could be working for
Nelson? He's got a big staff, our Larry.

He doesn't even have to blow his own
nose.

I've just had the Chief Constable on the
phone, Mort.

Inquiry.

Under Mr Justice Rosen.

Well, they were guilty, weren't they? Of
course they were.

With everyone up in arms against prison
conditions and young Matthews dead with

AIDS.

You know what they say about funerals,
Lewis?

There's always someone who catches his
death.

Go and pack your bag. What?

Kenny Stone's confession.

They always hold something back.

We have to link Larry Nelson with that
red.

Where did he set the donor?

Hereford.

Not overnight, surely?

Hereford, New South Wales.

Oh, come on, sir. I've got my leave
coming up.

Canceled. But we're going to Gateshead
to see the wife's mother.

See her at Christmas instead.

We're going to my mum's for Christmas.

You have too many relatives, Lewis. The
policeman ought to be free.

What do you want me there for anyway?

You're only going to interview him.

I can't carry my own bag, can I?

I'm a chief inspector.

Matter of fact, I've got cousins in New
South Wales.

If Australia hadn't existed, we'd have
had to invent it.

But it did exist.

I'm talking about human nature, Lewis.

The need to believe in a heaven on
earth.

Somewhere you can put your past behind
you and start again.

Think of the convicts coming over those
mountains with their tickets of leave

and seeing this.

The promised land.

I'll have to clear it first.

You'll never make a good detective,
Lewis. You're too literal.

Kenny Stone must think you're God.

What?

Why, God gives out the promised land.

Like to the people of Israel.

What did they set him up as?

Some sort of mechanic, I think.

Then it's Mike Harding.

His name is Mike Harding, huh?

How much further to Hereford?

Four hours or so.

Time to change over, then.

You'll be pretty bloody grateful, Mike
Harding.

The Garden of Eden, is this?

In that case, watch out for snakes.

And the super grass.

Get off.

I thought I'd picked the bloody thing.

What? The Rosenkavalier.

Playing at the Opera House on Saturday.
I brought the tape so I could brush up

on him while we're driving across this
godforsaken country.

I can't find it.

Never mind.

We'll find something else to listen to.

The money in my pocket, the sweetheart
goes along there instead.

A million lonely miles behind, 50 more
would be in debt.

I just keep on truckin' till I'm dead.

Whip down on the floor, little she is at
the door.

Cops tryin' to bust me, but she knows
that she can't trust me.

Rose clear ahead, so you just make up a
bed. I'm coming home. Burn that rubbish

off, Lewis, for God's sake.

Oh, I like it.

It's the worst sort of bastardised,
phony folk music.

Not Scots, not Irish, not even American.

It's Australian.

Good.

A million lonely miles behind, 50 more
with me in bed.

I just keep on truckin' till I'm dead.

I need a drink.

Where is everyone?

Do Australians take fiestas or what?

There is a lot of Italians over here, I
know that.

Oh, that there, that says it's a hotel.

Well, let's give it a try.

We're in town looking for an old friend
of ours.

Mike Harding?

Another phone.

That's right, yeah.

Well, he'd usually be here for the cup.

But, uh, look, you could try his shop
down the street.

He may be working.

Orange juice?

What's the matter with you?

They don't spell Australian beer with
four Xs out of ignorance.

They mean what they say.

And light beer is an invention of the
Prince of Darkness.

Just a thing on a day like this. Not too
heavy.

And is that your idea of being
inconspicuous?

Asking for Mike in a bar full of
Australians?

I'm going to start somewhere.

God almighty.

Moment.

For a grass deer, old dear.

Those bloody public schoolboys in the
High Commission.

And they're no jokes can kill.

Business looks good. All those waiting
to be done.

Then why isn't he here doing them?

Must be a very law -abiding place.

He couldn't leave the Queen sitting out
like that in Hereford, England.

Tim?

Mic about?

No, it seems not.

Thought the bastards might get back to
work once the cup was over. Must have

for once.

You're new in town?

That's right.

Yeah, well, take my advice. Get your
mower done in Cowra.

You wait for Mike Harding till your
grass was hay.

Oh, get out of it.

You're from England?

That's right.

You like it here?

Nice grunt, wasn't it?

Yeah, for bushfires.

If you see Mike, tell him he just lost
another customer.

See ya!

Is this place expecting a royal visit or
what?

If it is, the Hardings must be
Republican.

Not made much of a job of fading into
the background, has he?

How many children's he got?

There were two when they left England.

Is Mr.

Harding in? Mike Harding?

No.

What about Mrs. Harding?

You just missed her. She had to go and
see Gran.

Where's that?

Old people's home.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Dad!

Dad, where are you?

She's OK, I suppose.

No, she had to go and see Gran.

Somebody rang.

Are you coming home?

Well, when?

There's a bloke here who wants to talk
to you.

Thanks.

Mike Morse.

Morse, Thames Valley.

How are you?

Mike?

He's coming all this way and he won't
even talk to us. Not everyone would like

to understand his own voice.

I scared him, that's all.

He can't exactly have been expecting to
hear from me.

And?

What the hell's been going on here?

Bess?

Bess?

Oh, Anne.

There's nothing you can do just at the
moment.

Is she going to be all right?

We'll have to wait and see what the
doctor says. I'm sure she'll be okay.

You go and have a cup of tea, and I'll
come and get you, all right?

Has someone found out?

What?

About us.

Has someone discovered where we are?

No, no.

No one knows who doesn't have to.

How many is that?

Seven. Two of whom are in this room.

Then what's he doing here?

And who did this to my mother?

We're just two old friends from England
come to look you up.

See how you're doing.

Fine.

We're doing fine.

Now go away.

Sugar? Who?

Please. Sorry.

You know, so long I've forgotten my
manners.

All right.

Is your mother going to be okay?

This is the second one. She's never
really got a speech back from the first.

My auntie had a stroke.

She lost her speech. She was right.
There's rain in six months. It doesn't

here.

I'm sorry.

It's the heat.

I just can't come to terms with it
somehow.

It leaves me... Not cold, surely.

...wrung out.

Kids out here, you know, they get worms.

You have to worm them.

Thought you'd forgotten all about her.

Never.

Am I going to issue air?

I hope not.

I just want a word with Mike, that's
all.

Mike's gone fishing.

I don't remember him fishing in the old
days, Anne.

No, it's new.

Come on.

Where's the river if it doesn't rain?

He took off suddenly last week.

Losing streak?

He was always too fond of the horses.

He's not fond of them, he loves them.

Do you know where he is, eh?

He's done it before.

Whenever there's trouble.

He just disappears.

Comes back eventually.

Does he owe any money?

Ten years and still no change.

Kenny Stone started as a stable lad,
Lewis.

He was hoping to be a jockey, but
someone stole the tea money from the

room. That wasn't Mike.

He'd have given anything to stay there.

You see, Lewis, how important it is to
get the facts right.

One wrongful accusation could lead to a
whole life of crime.

It was only of a petty crime with him.

There was nothing petty about the
Abingdon bank raid, Anne.

Mike wasn't also ran, Mr Morton.

He was there because other people told
him to be there. You know that as well

I do.

You're very loyal.

What else should I be?

When you got Mike to grass... We
persuaded him, Anne.

You and me, together.

That this is what you wanted.

Yeah, well... You saved him from one
sort of prison, but you condemned us

to another.

Sentence for life, that's what you gave
us, Mr Morse.

A real old -fashioned marriage.

I slept with him and he slept with me.

Would you ever marry?

No.

You should try it.

Anne!

Could you come?

Excuse me.

Doesn't sound like much of a new life
you gave her.

No.

Promised land full of promissory notes.

So you reckon she does know where he is?

Of course.

She's protecting him, as always.

Protecting him from what?

Himself.

Why should a woman like that waste her
life on a man like him?

What do you reckon about this?

About what?

About who frightened the old lady.

I don't know.

Let's hope it's a coincidence.

Small place like this, the local police
should have a pretty good idea.

Oh, that's not weaning.

What for?

Driving around Australia.

You can buy them second -hand.

Where are you going?

Just want to find out how much they go
for.

Yeah, you buy them cheap in Sydney.

Don't spend a year driving all around.
Look, it takes at least a year of time.

We haven't got a year, Lewis.

The Justice Rosenthal Inquiry starts
next Monday week.

And when did you look in again?

Half three.

About. We're supposed to check him every
hour.

I'm not really scared of Scott.

He? Well, no woman would... I mean, an
old man... I think we both know who you

mean, Sal.

Did you see him round this afternoon?

What?

Mike. Mike Harding.

Mike? Well, no, I didn't mean that it
was... You sure?

Listen, Scott, I didn't say... Well, did
anyone come in between half two and

half three that you didn't know?

Watch carefully, Lewis.

A kangaroo cop leaping to the wrong
conclusion.

She liked to keep those open to catch
the breeze.

So Mike could have just walked straight
in off the rail.

It wasn't Mike, I'm sure.

And what about these gentlemen?

See them walk in?

No.

Suspicious characters.

They drink orange juice.

Only when they're driving.

Glad to hear it.

Scott Humphreys, Hereford Police.

I hear you're friends of Mike and
Anne's.

Word gets around pretty fast in
Hereford. It's a small town.

Anyone drink an orange juice on
Melbourne Cup Day?

See Mike this afternoon?

No. Pity. He's going to need a good
alibi.

Do you mind me asking why you didn't
tell the Hardings you were coming?

Well, we were just passing through and I
remembered this is where Mike and Anne

lived. Well, you've got to be going a
long way from anywhere to be passing

through Hereford, mate.

What are you fellows doing in Australia,
anyway?

British Government Commission.

Looking at the way you fellows ranch
cattle.

With the change of climate coming, the
greenhouse effect, we think there'll be

lot more cattle ranching in Britain.
Well, I hope you haven't bought that mad

cow's disease with you.

You think you bought that?

What do you think he thought we were, a
policeman?

How is she?

I think not too good.

Was she recovered, do you think?

I don't know.

Where's Anne?

Did you visit us from England before?
How long have you known them?

I don't know the younger one. More than
ten years.

Is he the reason Mike's gone walkabout?

What?

What is he, Anne, an old flame or
something?

If you only knew.

Knew what?

It makes sense to me your old flame
turns up after ten years. For God's

Scott.

Come on, Anne.

Mike's mad at you and he takes it out on
your mother. Don't be ridiculous.

Well, come and tell him, Mr Morse.

He thinks Mike's the one beat up my
mother.

Mike? Not a violent type.

The opposite.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you should have seen what he did
to the TAB at Martin's Creek the last

time he went AWOL.

TAB? It's like our batting shop. Well,
he was very angry with himself for

so much.

Did your mother keep any money in her
room?

I look after all the old people's
valuables for them.

Jewellery?

Odessa rings, and she's still wearing
those.

So, Mike knew there was nothing to take.
What would he be looking for?

We're going to have to call in the days
from Trumbull here.

Your mother's not too well. It's a
serious offence.

They're going to want to talk to Mike,
that's for sure. Well, we all want to

talk to him.

I need to get back. Can you give me a
ride into town?

Of course.

Sash, will you call me?

Sure.

What do you want here?

Information. Mike told you everything he
knew.

This is something he may not have known
he knew.

I certainly didn't.

Someone turned up at a funeral recently.

Someone I wasn't expecting.

Someone who might just leave me to Larry
Nelson.

For God's sake. If Mike can make one
simple connection...

It's a question of justice, Anne.

Finally doing justice.

Who's funeral?

Peter Matthews.

What's happened?

We have a bit of a problem in British
prisons with AIDS.

See you later.

Larry's the one that should have been in
prison all these years, Anne. You know

that as well as I do.

Fresh information would mean a new
trial.

Could do, yes.

In England, with Mike in the witness
box. Yes. Cross -examination,

He can give his evidence behind a
screen.

You think a screen will make a
difference? I thought 12 ,000 miles

difference.

No, Mr Morse.

Sorry.

May not look much what we have here, but
we've survived.

I want to keep it that way.

Thanks for the offer.

My family needs me at home.

Suggest you go on hunting yourself.

Anne.

You can't think I've come halfway round
the world to give up this easily.

What are you afraid of?

No one here will know anything about it.
You don't know what it's like.

Waking up every morning, seeing a
sunshine and suddenly remembering.

Ten years of wondering who's going to
come round the corner.

You can't be frightened here, surely.

Those people have long memories.

You have my personal guarantee, Anne.
What more do you want?

Well, we'll see what Mike says.

He'll say what I say.

You've heard what your friend... There's
a lot of people going to want to talk

to him.

I can't hope there's no friends of ours.
I should have thought that was obvious.

If Mike won't come to me...

And you won't tell me where he is. I'm
afraid I'll have to go to Mr.

Humphreys and tell him everything.

You're a bastard, Morse.

Always were.

We made a pretty good team last time.

Are you going to help me or not?

I don't know where he is.

If I did, I still wouldn't tell you, but
I don't.

We've got to find him. Whether she's
lying or not, we've got to find him.

Offer her a lift, Lewis.

Use your fabled northern charm.

I'm going to visit the Hereford Plead.

Yeah, well, I knew you weren't
cattlemen.

Not in those shoes.

The thing is, there's a lot of money
involved, or we'd have left it to a

contact. I hear how much.

I am not at liberty to say, but my
client is not going to leave a penny of

Mike Harding unless she can be sure he's
changed his ways.

She doesn't want to see it all go into
the bookies like it used to. Well, she'd

better give it to Anne. He's still
gambling everything he's got.

She won't be pleased to hear that.

nor that he attacks old women. What
makes you so sure about that?

That wasn't his style in England.

I don't know. Maybe the sun's got to
him.

Look, they have a row.

She's stronger than he is. He takes it
out on someone else, like the bloke on

the bar stool next to him, or Lily
Marchant.

In these circumstances, don't you think
that Anne should have some sort of

protection?

You're a private detective.

You fancied the job? I just thought...
Look, we run a one -man station here, Mr

Morse. Haven't got time to get involved
in domestic quarrels. Look, if Mike's

crazy enough to attack his mother -in
-law, don't you think it's possible he

might turn on his wife or family next?

My colleague could take over in the
morning or... We'll see what we can do.

Now, who is this little old lady of
yours and why is she so rich when I'm

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh, you amateurs have your little
secrets, eh?

Uh, there's a son, isn't there?

David? Oh, Dave left home.

What's he doing?

Well, he's working as a roustabout, a
place called Columba.

About an hour away.

What do you want with Dave?

My client might skip a generation, you
see. Leave it to the kids instead.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, well, he might know where Mike is.

They're always pretty close.

Well, if it's only an hour, I might make
a visit.

That's an hour by plane, mate.

And you'll have to wait till tomorrow
morning because there's no lights on the

landing strip.

Thanks.

Mum, where were you?

Sorry, love. Where are the twins?

I took them over to my house.

Was Jay called again?

No.

Well, did he say where...

Oh, Phil, hi.

It's you.

No, he's not here.

I'm sorry. No, I don't.

No, I... Yeah, I know, Phil.

Yeah, Phil, I know.

I've got to go. It's twins.

Yeah, OK.

Goodbye.

God, look at this place.

Turn my back for two minutes and then
make it a good sky.

I'm sure she'll be OK.

What? Your mum.

Oh, yes.

Thanks.

How long's she been out here, Mrs
Harding?

Oh, she came out after bed, Dad, and if
you're supposed to be my friend, you'd

better call me Anne.

Oh, right.

Sorry, Anne.

Well, I have to fetch the twins now,
Sergeant.

Thanks for the lift.

All right.

Thank you, Liz.

I knew you'd come in useful.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Do you happen to know Anne's mother's
name?

A real one.

Marchant. Lily Marchant.

Why? She takes a tile here at the
Gazette.

Anne had it at the house.

So what?

Peter Matthews. It's front page news.

She made out she didn't even know he was
dead.

Why on earth would she lie about that?

Something else occurs to me.

The Tilehurst Gazette was done over the
week before we came out, remember?

Nothing taken, not even petty cash.

What would you look for in a newspaper
office if not petty cash?

Liars.

Names and addresses.

What?

Subscription lists?

Go on.

Well, suppose somebody knew that Mrs.
Marchant was Anne's mother and that

come out to Australia, but they didn't
know where.

And they wanted to know, because they
needed a son -in -law's new name and

address, urgent.

And whoever burgled the office found
Lily Marchant's name, came out here,

out she couldn't speak, so ransacked the
room.

And if this person or persons unknown is
or are after him...

That arm's right to be afraid after all.

I'm sorry about this afternoon.

It's okay.

You're doing your lengths tomorrow.

It's a late start at school.

Ooh, watch out, Hayley Lewis.

Night.

Winford, coming home?

I don't know, love.

Soon I hope.

What are you doing here?

Your friend Mr Morse thought you might
need some protection.

Your shift.

I'm quite capable of looking after
myself, you know. I've done it for ten

It's for your own safety, honestly.

Yours and the kids.

How can you bear to work for a bastard
like Morse?

He's trying to help you. He's trying to
help himself?

He's a bastard.

I suppose I should offer you some
coffee, Sergeant.

Or is it tea?

A cup of tea would be nice, thanks.

And my name's Robert.

My friends call me Robbie.

Yeah, I can imagine that.

What are your dollies called, Tracy?

meh

It's about your father.

What about him? I want to talk to him.

Who are you?

My name's Morse.

Ah, you.

Then, with great solemnity, he recited
the following fine moral lesson.

A pudding thief, as I've heard tell,
quite lost a noble feeling.

Spent all his days and nights as well in
constant pudding stealing.

He stole them here. He stole them there.

He knew no moderation.

He stole the coarse. He stole the rare.

He stole without cessation.

He stole the steak and kidney few that
housewives in a rage hid.

Don't stop.

Of course you had to. Look, it'll be
okay. We just have to keep our nerve.

No, no one's going to find out anything.

He stole the infant's pudding, too.

Yeah, and stay away from here, please.

I love you, too.

Do you want some more tea, Robbie?

Do you remember much about England?

I remember my name.

Don't. I remember yours, too.

You got us out of here, right?

I suppose so.

Yeah, well, they'll hate you for it.

And what about you?

No, I think it's good.

England's finished.

Is it?

Crowded little island somewhere off
Europe. Who cares?

Dave. The Hereford policeman, Scott
Humphreys... Oh, yeah, what about him?

He seems to believe it was your dad that
terrified your gran.

Yeah, well, Scott Humphreys is a gang.

He says your dad can be quite violent.

Is he ever violent at home?

With Mum.

But there's a lot of aggro.

Oh, yeah, you could say that.

Then you take your dad's side.

Look, I don't take anybody's side.

When I left time, I left the good.

Why did you leave, Dad?

I don't know. I just wanted to get away.

Who from?

Mum, Dad, Scott Humphreys, the whole
bloody lot of them.

Dave, I badly need to know where your
father is.

And if you do know... Look, I told you,
I don't.

I don't care.

I don't believe that.

But you don't care.

He'll turn up.

Boomerang Bill, that's what we call him.

He always comes back.

He's compulsive.

Stuck in habits he can't break.

Where did you get that?

Our school psychiatrist.

Only intelligent person there.

She reckons Dad loses on purpose because
he feels trapped.

If there's no escape, well, what the
hell does it matter what you do?

Do you feel trapped?

Why should I? I got out.

It's a big country. There's a lot to
explore.

It's wilderness.

Unmapped, I like that.

But it's so... empty.

Yeah, that's why I like it.

You can listen to yourself, really hear
your heartbeat.

If your father does get in touch, you'll
let me know.

Ah, yeah, maybe.

Any message for your mother?

Ah... You can tell Karen I love her, if
you like.

I'm afraid she's a lot worse this
morning, Anne, and the doctor doesn't

move her out of intensive.

She's probably just playing truant.

Karen's never missed a day of school in
her life.

Karen!

Karen!

What the hell's been going on in here?

Oh, it's always like this.

She hasn't been home, I'm sure she
hasn't.

Gone to friends?

But Harleen tried everywhere, and
anyway, she's in strict training. She

legs, and she comes directly home to
change for school.

Come here.

Why couldn't he leave us alone?

He's ruined my life once.

Oh, my God.

Karen.

All right.

All right.

Lewis?

I hope this isn't going to be a waste of
trips, Scotty. The old lady's dead,

Glenn.

Oh, shit.

And we still can't find Mike Hardy.

You lied.

You lied to me.

No. Someone in England has found out
where we are. We don't know that.

Oh, what crap, Mort.

What really brought you out here? I've
told you I want to stop a lot of

who belong in jail from getting out.

And I want Mike to give the evidence
that'll nail Larry Nelson and put him in

there with them.

And I want Mr Justice Rosen to hear the
truth, the whole truth. Truth?

When you lie the whole time, when you're
lying now.

Anne, I don't care, and it doesn't
matter whether you believe me, but

else certainly does want to see Mike
urgently.

Someone who's not as polite as we are.

Someone who's prepared to attack an old
lady and kidnap a young girl in order to

get to him. Now, it's vital for his own
and Karen's safety that we find him

first.

I'm going to the police.

All right, good.

But we'll have to tell them who you and
Mike and we really are.

The first thing they're going to want to
know is where Mike is.

So are you going to tell them?

Are you going to offer me a ride to the
station, or do I have to walk?

God knows why, but she's still lying.

What? Well, she knows where Mike is.

This morning, before all this, he phoned
her.

Thank you, Lewis.

So, first your husband disappears, then
your daughter, and you're telling me

there's no connection?

I don't know.

There could be. Look, why did Mike leave
home?

We had a row.

A row?

Yes. Well, a big row, a small row.

It's happened before, Glenn, more than
once.

Where does he usually go? Nowhere
special, I don't think. He just drives

Isn't it Karen we should be worrying
about?

Do you say something? We should get
something on the local news tonight.

It's the only way we can communicate
with the kidnapper and Mike Harding at

same time.

In fact, better make it the national
news. Mike could be anywhere.

Why not the BBC World Service?

Assuming that the man that got Karen is
the same man that attacked Mrs.

Marchant, he mustn't know that she's
dead. Whatever happens, he may panic.

So a complete news blackout on the
murder and... That's all right.

Thank you, Lewis.

An SOS, of course, for Mike Harding
saying that his daughter is dangerously

The kidnapper will understand that, but
Mike won't. I thought you were running a

one -man station here, Scotty. Yeah, I
thought so too.

Who's the pain in the arse?

Private detective from England.

Drinks orange juice.

Funny how all this should have started
the minute a Pommie T -tape of pain in

the arse blows into town, eh? Look.

We have to find this man before... You
don't have to do anything, mate.

You've just got to sit back and let the
professionals get on with their job. He

is a professional.

We're here on confidential business.

Been a little economical with the truth
with one of our fine Australian

policemen, Chief Inspector.

Can I see your authority from the New
South Wales Police?

I'm afraid the business is so
confidential I have to keep it even from

you want to check with the High
Commission.

Oh, yeah.

Well, they're in Canberra.

And I'm afraid even the British High
Commission can't give you the right to

carry out an investigation in New South
Wales.

Yep.

Yeah, it's Gary, Tim.

Can we, um... Oh, yeah.

Right.

Yeah. OK.

Scotty, Gary will get the details of the
harvester's car, while the chief

inspector and I have a quiet little word
together.

OK.

Glenn, that was Tim. He said we've got
to go with the urgent missing person,

keep the kidnap back and say the girl's
dangerously ill.

Just what you suggested, sir.

Yes, sir. You did, sir. Didn't you, sir?
What a clever pommy bastard you are,

sir.

Okay, Mrs. Harding.

What's the make of car, please?

Um... Panel van.

Hold it.

And, uh... Colour?

Green.

Registration?

N -U -H -6... 8 -9.

That was 18 Wheels of Love heading for
your front door by Breaker Breaker and

the road trains. Great track, eh?

It's 2 .52 here on the Best in the West
2KR, your station.

Now, here is an SOS message from Mike
Harding of Harding Mower Repairs in

Hereford.

Travelling in a green Holden panel van,
rego number NU8689, last seen in the

Hereford area.

Hasn't anyone told you, Chief Inspector?

Transportation stopped 120 years ago.

Jesus.

I mean, if you've got to go on sending
your crims abroad, why not New Zealand?

I mean, nobody had noticed there. The
Hardings like the sound of Australia.

Yeah, well, I don't like the sound of
them.

Have you any idea who this Larry Nelson
might have sent?

Could be one of 20 people.

Probably someone I don't even know.

So we're looking for an Englishman in
Australia.

Oh, well, it shouldn't be too difficult.

I've let in just about anyone in these
days.

Poms are a small minority.

So, almost the first thing that Anne
Harding did when you got here was tell

a lie. A small one, apparently, but not
the only one. Lewis?

Her husband phoned her this morning.

She said if they both kept their nerves,
nobody would find out anything.

I mean, isn't she taking this thing
seriously?

For God's sake, a mother's dead, a
daughter's been kidnapped?

It was before she knew about either of
those. But she hasn't changed her tune

since.

Well, if you ask me, the daughter's
perfectly safe.

What?

Well, in my experience, when two people
go missing from a small Australian town,

they're usually together, especially if
there's family trouble.

I reckon the girl's with her father. In
my experience, fathers don't kidnap

their own children, except in divorce
cases.

It could explain a lot, though, sir.

Yes, sir.

Explain everything, sir.

For God's sake, why would he get his
daughter to record a message in which

pretends to be kidnapped?

In which she says, we have to find Mike
Hardy. To scare the hell out of his

wife! It's the... It happens.

It's ludicrous.

Mr Morse, you've been very helpful. If
you'd like to call around in the

I'll let you know how we're getting on.

Sir.

You are... A visiting private inquiry
agent. Remember?

That's NU8689. Now, listen, a bit of bad
news for you, Mike. Your daughter Karen

is seriously ill and she'd like to hear
from you as soon as possible.

It's important, so give her a call, eh?

Soon as you can.

OK, the news with Trevor Goodwin will be
along shortly, but in the meantime,

here's a track off Bobby Smythe's debut
album.

Callister's an idiot.

He's terrible.

You don't have any jurisdiction.

You can't keep crime within bureaucratic
boundaries.

God, it's hot in here.

We'll switch on the air conditioning.

I don't know how to work it.

Three positions.

Low, medium, full blast.

Lewis? Yep.

Don't say that. You're not an author.

Why is she lying?

To protect him, you say?

From whom?

Us.

But we don't represent any kind of
threat.

Of course we do.

Well, then what?

When he phoned, she seemed to think he
might be losing his nerve.

You don't think he's a sore migraine to
top himself, do you? No.

Wrong odds.

When it comes to the great perhaps, Mike
Harding will follow Pascal.

Who's that?

A tipster?

Pascal, Lewis.

Blaise Pascal, a French philosopher of
the 17th century.

Not much use to us, then.

He said that there were no good and
sufficient reasons to either believe or

disbelieve in the truths of religion.

It was just the totter, whether there
was a god and an afterlife and all that.

But the safer bet is that there is one.

Because if there is, you win. And if
there isn't, it doesn't matter anyway.

Neat, don't you think?

I think you're suffering from a serious
shortage of beer.

A real gambler will always choose life
over death, Lewis.

What do you think about God and that?

Do you think there's a God?

I think there are times when I wished to
God there was one.

A just God.

A God dispensing justice.

I'd like to believe in that.

I'm off for a swim.

I'll see you at dinner.

The Ryan Riesling is very popular.

Just a moment.

Just a moment.

No, no, that's the one. The Mount Adams
Chardonnay. We'll have that.

My doctor says I can't eat that anymore.

And you're a cattleman.

I suppose I'll have to have chicken. I
hate chicken.

What do I have to do?

Go over and see that girl over there.
She'll give you a portion to cook.

Cook?

Do I have to cook myself?

Right so.

What the hell are you doing here?

I caught the mouth on him.

There's some deathly trouble. He called
just after you left.

I think I know where he is, but I
haven't got a car.

Aren't you going to call them?

Who? The Aussie detectives, McAllister
and Warrender.

Certainly not.

But surely that boy came to see me.

I wonder if he is farther about my
business.

which is not within Macalester's
jurisdiction, just as the kidnap, as you

kindly pointed out, is not within mine.
It could be risky.

I'm quite capable of looking after
myself, thank you. Don't you think we

let them decide what's best?

This isn't an Oxford college.

Why don't you get back to your steak,
Lewis?

It should be just about leathery enough
for you by now.

You told me you didn't know where he
was.

I thought if Dad didn't want to see you,
that would be his business.

I think it's time someone started
telling me the truth.

Hi.

I don't think you're supposed to be
here, Sergeant.

I was just wondering how Anne is.

Oh, Scott's taken her down to the
hospital.

No, they're giving her something to help
her sleep.

Oh, right.

Good thing.

Probably.

Well, goodnight. Yep.

I hope so.

She alright?

Yeah, she'll be fine.

She's not your average Sheila.

She's had a lot to put up with.

You don't know the half of it.

What are you up to?

I don't know.

It's been early for bed.

You don't fancy a beer, do you?

Yeah, why not?

I'm pretty fed up in Britain.

Yeah?

Very long hours.

Too much all the time. And you have to
work for that bugger Mort.

Doesn't help.

He's an arrogant bastard. I mean, I
don't know how you put up with him.

Get used to him.

I couldn't take it. I mean, no offence,
but a sergeant with you mob is some sort

of gopher.

In Christ, does he expect you to pick up
his undies when he drops them on the

floor? Not quite.

Yeah, but you have to call him first.

Yeah, well...

Call him a lot of things.

Look mate, I got 400 square mile of
territory.

All mine. Yeah? Yeah.

I know half the people by name, and they
all know me.

Scott Humphries carries bags for nobody.

You know, some are smarter... What's the
pay like?

The pay?

Well... Do you want another skimmy?
Yeah, yeah, why not?

Hey, Blue!

Where are we?

Oh, look, it's not far now. Just keep on
going.

We haven't seen a house for 15 miles.

What makes you so sure he'll be there?

It's where he always ends up.

Where no one can get to him.

Me wife.

Me wife, she's not from the North.

I met her when I came down south, you
see.

But she's a good lass for all that.

Lucky.

Yeah, well, a wife.

You need a wife in this job, with all
the stress and that.

You need the stability, man.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, that's easier said than
done, Robbie, I mean.

She's got to be... Yeah, she's got to
be... Oh,

yeah.

Troubles of the heart.

That's always been my problem.

Troubles of the heart.

Got another one?

Is this his van?

Yeah.

Must be down in the quarry.

And why would he come here?

He's got another caravan down there.

The ten roofs, man.

What about them?

I don't think I... You know, I don't
think I'll ever get used to them.

Everyone says that.

A couple of months.

I think they'll never say anything else.
Sorry.

Hey.

It's what's under the roof that matters,
Robbie.

Got the right woman. This is the best
little country in the world. The best.

Right woman.

Why is it that the right woman...

is always shacked up with the wrong man,
eh?

Eh?

Come on, Robbie!

What are you doing?

Dad dad

Dad it's late

Dad

God, what was that?

What did he actually say when he called?
I don't know.

He said he was apologising to me.

Have you got any idea why?

No.

For not being a good dad, I don't know.

Nothing. He wasn't making any sense. I
thought he was up to something.

And when was this?

When exactly was this, Dad?

Just after Mr. Morse left.

So, what time did you leave the farm?

Noon, I suppose. Which is about the
time, according to your off -sider, that

Mike Harding ran in his wife to tell her
how much he loved her.

I can't believe he killed himself.

Not a gun was in his hand, Morse.

Only one shot had been fired.

If Larry Nelson went to the trouble of
sending a hitman to finish him off, do

you think he'd be stupid enough to leave
a trail?

He'd make it look like suicide.

Nelson's got to him first, and we've
come all this way for nothing.

Well, we'll see what Bransick says.

Now, that may take a bit of time.

There are so many bloody footprints
around, we can't tell who the hell's

here.

It's supposed to be a New South Wales
inquiry, Morse, not a British one.

And whoever the kidnapper is, we mustn't
let him know that Mike Harding's dead.

He knows already. He killed him. If he
killed him, how come he's still got the

girl?

You can worry about your bloody pom
inquiry, mate. I've got to worry about

See you back in town.

Happening to me, Lewis.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

Well, if he did kill himself, maybe we
should try and find out why.

Perhaps it's a hand.

Maybe that's why he did it.

A hand?

I think she could have been seeing
someone.

What are you talking about?

Well, I was drinking with Humphreys last
night and I think they could have been

having a thing.

Maybe Mike found out.

Humphreys?

That's not possible, surely.

He's a policeman.

He's an Australian policeman.

Anyway, you heard her tell Mike she
loved him. Or maybe it wasn't Mike on

farm.

And McAllister's right.

We still don't know where the girl is.

God, what does it matter what the row
was about?

But you lied to me earlier. So I lied!

One more lie, what difference did one
more make?

We've been living a lie from the moment
we came here. What do you mean?

Ten years ago, Morse, your trial, your
confession, what you got was lies.

Lies? Kenny said you'd believe him, and
you did, didn't you?

Your policeman friend was dead, and you
wanted convictions, the more the

merrier. So between us all, we killed an
innocent man.

Peter Matthews?

But Peter Matthews was guilty.

Peter Matthews wasn't driving the car.

He wasn't anywhere near the raid.

He was sitting at home with his mother.

He was a horrible man.

But he thought he was irresistible.

And if he did resist, he didn't like it.

Arthur's at me.

I told him to get his clammy hands off.

One day, he got annoyed.

I got annoyed.

And he started pushing me, slapping me
about.

And then Kenny came in.

The car was driven by someone else.

Who? Larry Nelson's son -in -law.

We shot the whole gang, except the one
closest to Larry.

It was our insurance.

We thought we'd be safe.

I thought you found out.

He always came back before.

Whatever happened, he always came back.

Yep?

Mum? Is mum there?

She says I can only speak to mum.

It's Karen. Get a tray for me.

Karen, love, it's me.

Are you all right? I'm okay, Mum.

Mum, he's dead.

Karen?

Who's there with you?

24 hours is up.

He's dead?

24 hours and it's up.

He's going to kill me.

Mum, you've got to talk to Dad.

Say he still hasn't come back yet. Keep
it going as long as possible.

Please, love.

We're looking everywhere for him.

You know what he's like when he goes off
like this? He could be anywhere.

He was very depressed, you know, about
the way things were, about Dave leaving.

This is Chief Inspector Morse.

I'm the man that put the Abingdon bank
robbers in jail.

I'd like to talk to you.

I want to talk to Kenny Stone.

Bring him with me.

Stay there.

I'll call you back.

Just what the hell do you think you're
up to? An English voice, but who the

was it?

That one.

What about it? You remember the van when
we arrived?

What van?

Oh, a camper.

The sort you go around Australia in.

It was parked outside the old folks'
home. The driver of that, that's him.

That's Paul, the younger brother.

He's got no record, nothing at all.

What colour?

Caucasian. No, no, the van.

Oh, mustard?

Plates?

I don't know.

It's not familiar.

They look quite old.

Second hand, probably.

Nobody buys those things new anymore.

Get a message out right away, Gaz.
Mustard Coloured Tampa Man. I'm on my

What are you planning to do?

Talk to him.

I don't know.

Get the girl away from him, that's what
matters.

And in the meantime?

We wait.

I'll pay you back.

Ugarra. Right, great.

Yep, thanks.

Busted camper sighted at Yugara, Glenn.

That kid was about half an hour. He's
heading for that sighting at Bangaroo.

The bloody hell's Bangaroo.

Yeah.

Tim's sending all the available cars.

Sharp -shooted?

You bet.

They don't have to do this, you know.

It really isn't our territory.

But it's my fault, though, isn't it?

When justice miscarries, Lewis, when
injustice is not only done but seen

to be done.

I've always prided myself.

I've never sent anyone to prison who
didn't belong there.

You blame yourself too much. You know
that?

You're always blaming yourself.

I have a lot to blame myself for.

Three deaths to start with.

Peter Matthews, Lily Marchant, Mike
Harding.

He did kill himself.

And it was because of me.

You don't know that.

I can't prove it, no.

Anne was right, though.

Ron Pygott and I, we started in the
force together.

When he was shot in that raid, I wanted
revenge.

It's a powerful emotion.

It blinds you.

I let myself be blinded.

I have to make amends.

I still think it's too risky.

I'm old and unmarried.

Don't understand human nature. It
doesn't matter.

How old are you?

I forget, Robbie.

I ought to come with you.

Thanks, but I'm the one he wants.

Sure you don't want a gun?

There have been enough deaths in this
already.

Put your hands up!

I don't want you. I want Kenny Stone.
Where is he?

Paul, the girl's got nothing to do with
it.

Let her go.

It's vengeance you want, isn't it?

Well, I'm as responsible as Kenny ever
was.

Take it out on the guilty, not the
innocent. Keep your hands up!

What are you doing?

I haven't got a weapon, Paul.

I want us all to get out of this alive,
if possible. Peter didn't get out alive.

Are you alone?

Yes, I'm alone.

You try anything and the girl is dead.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand?

Let her go, Paul.

I'm keeping her till I see Kenny Stone.

I can't bring Kenny, Paul.

Why not?

Because it's not him you want. It's me.

I want to see Stone!

I was the one that sent your brother to
jail.

If there was anything I could do to
bring him back, I'd do it.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You sent my innocent brother to jail and
you're sorry?

I shall never forgive myself, Paul. You
have to believe that.

Have you ever...

Have you ever watched anyone die of
AIDS?

No.

He choked them.

He choked to death.

He couldn't clear his lungs.

He got so thin he couldn't stand up.

He used to be big, remember?

Fought with everything he had, but he
couldn't win against that, could he?

You sent him to his death.

Yes.

You're a murderer.

No.

It's only murder if you mean to kill.

But I thought he was guilty. You killed
him.

Don't you think it's time to stop the
killing?

What?

This chain of revenge and death.

It must break sometime.

And there is a way we can stop it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If it hadn't been for Larry Nelson,
there wouldn't have been a raid, would

there?

A police officer, a friend of mine,
wouldn't have got killed. No one would

gone to prison.

And Peter would be alive today.

There was a man at your brother's
funeral, Bernie Waters.

What about him?

What was he doing there? He's a friend
of the family.

Long time?

No.

Paid for the funeral, did he?

What's that got to do with you?

Did he?

So what if he did?

With Larry Nelson's money?

Yeah, I dare say.

It's funny, Nelson only took an interest
when your brother was dead.

What do you mean?

Nelson's son -in -law was driving the
car in the Abingdon bank raid, Paul.

He was the one that Peter went to prison
for. The one he died for.

Shut up.

Larry Nelson wanted your brother dead.

He wanted a martyr so he could get his
own gang out.

Shut up!

So how do you feel about Larry Nelson
now, Paul?

I don't know what you're talking about!

This predicts down, but I want him to
understand!

Was Scott Humphries the reason Mike
left?

Did he know why you were both here?

I never told him.

I never told anyone.

I never imagined you would.

You're loyal. You always were.

I wasn't very loyal to Mike.

I think you were.

Amazingly so.

And many marriages like ours.

Enough.

How would I know?

I'm responsible for everything, aren't
I?

Aren't I, for coming here?

Will you come to England?

When we started it, we'd better finish
it.

Forever, this time.

You came back to Sydney?

Yes. All right.

To tell you the truth...

I wish I'd never come.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't think like
that.

It's probably better we find out the
truth.

Clear it out of the way, mate. Can you
start?

That's a very courageous attitude.

It's Australia, mate.

She'll be right, mate.

Good flight.

Come on. We'll be late for your opera.

Should work out quite well, in fact.

My wife's leaving the kids with their
gran.

We'll have a couple of weeks to look
around.

Right.

Probably hire a van like Matthew's had.

See what the rest of Australia's like.

You sure you don't mind?

No.

Why should I?

Why don't you stay on a bit yourself?

I've got to report back.

You'll be able to have a good old read
on the plane without me chattering away

beside you.

Yeah.

Make a change.

Valerie got one of those last -minute
plane tickets.

Gets in 8 o 'clock tomorrow night.

So I'll be able to take you to the
airport, leave the car there, pick up

van. By the time I've done that, she'll
have landed.

Right.

Thanks.

I'll be off then.

Enjoy your opera.

It's an hour till the matinee.

What are you going to do?

Well, I'll take a ferry, have a look
around the harbour.

It's one of the sights, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Well, enjoy yourself.