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I moved halfway around the world to get
away from Dolphin City.

What's the situation? Is there going to
be an inquiry?

No, I'm pretty happy with my mobile plan
at the moment.

What? Please, don't call me again.

I was ditched up. I would never tamper
with evidence.

You and Daisy, she's brilliant.

She's perfect for you.

You had the ring out.

Why didn't you?

Glenn Albert Strong.

Will you marry me?

Yeah.

It

was Charles

Ogden, my ancestor, who first struck
call in the escarpment behind us.

And here, he built his wharf to serve
the boats

sailing outward.

Laden with Ogden Cole.

Now, follow me as we enter the haunted
shower block.

In here, the miners would wash away the
grime of 14 hours underground.

Old Charlie Ogden was a gambler, and all
the money that would roll in from the

mine... would roll straight back out
again and into the pockets of Dolphin

Cove's bookies.

And the souls of the dozens of miners
buried alive in the mine are said to

remain within these.

Deep in debt, terrified of the
punishment coming his way, unable to see

any way out, Charles...

slit his own throat with this very
knife.

He was discovered by his son, my great
-grandfather, who, panicked, did the

thing he could. He set off the emergency
alarm.

And it is said, whenever the wind blows
just right, you might hear the alarm

in the distance.

and glimpse a reflection in the blade of
the ghost of Ogden's

mine.

Today, though, the mine is no longer
operational, and

the alarm hasn't been heard in 42 years.

Last tour.

End of an era.

Thank Christ for that.

Clearing out your stuff.

Is that it?

Got rid of the rest of it years ago.

You need to pack up and get out of the
cottage as well.

So what now?

A few million bucks in your pocket?

What, kids' inheritance ready to be
spent?

Load all on the wicked stepmother.

Finn, it's his inheritance, not yours.

No, you deserve it.

Bloody, uh...

Not coming in to see your old man.

Doesn't look like it.

Okay, darling.

I'm off to grab a drink with the girls.

What, just one?

I'm kidding.

What's this?

Dinner. Why are you bringing it to me?

Last chance, I guess.

It's Mum's recipe.

Are you coming in or I'm packing up the
last of it?

No, I'm on duty.

So, uh, when's the big day?

Ah, it's a bit of an ongoing discussion,
that one.

Well, I'd be happy with something casual
on the beach, reception here, so we can

do it sooner.

Then I'd like something a little bit
more special.

Well, it is special.

It's our favourite place with all our
friends.

We don't need to rush it. Well, I'm
not... OK, yes, ongoing discussion date

but engagement drinks here on Friday
night. Ooh!

Hey.

Hi.

Just another bowl of Prosecco, please.
Same again? Darling, I don't drink

anything else.

Wedding on the beach.

How good's that?

Oh, it's so good.

They'd never let you do that in England.

Also, it does rain quite a lot, to be
fair.

Oh, my God, what is that?

It's the mine collapsible.

The mine's closed. That alarm hasn't
been on for 30 -odd years.

Uh, 42.

What?

42 years.

So why is it on now?

What's going on?

No idea.

Man?

I'll try and get a visual.

Fitz! Open the door! Give me a go. Fitz!

The power's cut out. The alarm must have
blown it.

Let me have a go. Let me have a go.

Give me a hand.

Vince Ogden owns the old mine.

The mine collapse alarm came on about 8.

We all heard it.

Is this the lever for the alarm here?

We'll print it.

The family thought it was odd.

Ruffed here.

Found the door locked and bolted from
the inside.

Broke it down.

Found Vince on the floor.

Suspected suicide.

Looks like he cut his own throat.

Not for the first time.

First time for him, but not for the
Ogdens.

His ancestor, Charles Ogden, took his
own life in the same way.

With that exact knife.

The alarm came on that night as well.

How do you know all this?

Oh, I took the final tour this
afternoon, you know, before they sell it

Clark?

Didn't I say this was going to happen?

I'm in the middle of something here.

I said... Look, you said that you were
happy with your mobile plan, as I

Which was not a word of a lie, but
parallel.

A coded implication that all would be
well. And I was right.

You're cleared.

Really? You'll get official
notification.

But I can reveal the inquiry found
tampering with evidence by someone in

Not you.

There'll be another trial.

So... So we'll get him.

Oh, we'll get him, yeah.

More importantly, you're free to come
back.

Swiftly, if you can manage it. Bit
snowed under over here. Also, looks like

gonna snow.

Max. Place is a sham.

No train, hardly a bus to confound.

Every year.

How have they not figured that out yet,
I hear you ask?

Mackenzie. You there?

I have to go.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Felix?

Sorry about the dark. The alarm blew out
some wires, but I'm working on it. I'll

check the back.

Based on his temperature, I'd say he's
been dead an hour or so. Two at the

So he died at the same time the alarm
went off?

Around then.

That broken lock is consistent with
forced entry.

Can you mark that for us?

Yeah. And we'll need the doorknob for
fingerprinting.

Right.

Okay.

Where's the family?

So awful. We had so much to look forward
to. Was there any indication he was

thinking about doing something like
this?

No. I mean, it's probably nothing.

Anything can help.

He just seemed very moody lately.

I'd almost say paranoid.

How?

He seemed preoccupied.

A bit secretive, that sort of thing.

He hated life, basically.

He was miserable all the time.

You were at the surf club when the alarm
came on.

Vince wanted some time by himself to say
goodbye to the place.

I should have stayed with him when I
heard the alarm.

The mine hadn't been operational in
years. I knew something wasn't right.

What happened when you arrived?

He was locked in.

Why didn't you use your keys? I did.

The door was bolted from the inside as
well as locked. Like I said, he'd gotten

paranoid. Sometimes I had to knock to
get into my own house. Not your house.

Are you still going on about that?

So what did you do?

She didn't do anything.

We couldn't get in with the key, so
Lottie broke the door down.

Lucky Lottie had a pole thingy or
whatever.

Otherwise, Vince would still be in there
all alone.

It's called a Halligan bar. It's what I
used to break the door down.

Right. So the Halligan bar forced a lock
from its fixtures.

Mm -hmm.

Do you know what he kept in those wooden
boxes on top of the chest?

Well, junk, probably.

There's junk everywhere in that place.

We still have some questions to ask.

Sorry, it's just Priya and Finn being at
each other.

It tosses my head in.

That's why I moved out.

When was the last time you saw your dad?

Earlier this evening.

I dropped him off the pie.

Did you take it inside?

No, I haven't been in there for years.

Why not?

It wasn't a happy place for me.

What does that mean?

Tough relationship with Dad, I guess.

Tough? How so?

He wasn't a nice man.

Go as far as to call him cruel.

Was that to anyone in particular?

Most people, really.

What time did you get here?

Around six.

Why did you come back?

I do a patrol, so I was nearby.

Heard the alarm.

Didn't even know it still worked.

Why would you turn it on?

I don't know.

It was weird.

That's why I came straight over.

I got here and Priya and Finn were
arriving too.

What's going on?

No idea.

Vince?

We broke the door down.

Do you know what was in that open wooden
box on top of the chest?

No, I told you I haven't been in there
for years, so it could be anything.

I'm still working on the switchboard. Mm
-hmm.

Why would a bloke about to get millions
of dollars from selling his land take

his own life?

That is a good question.

And why would he turn the alarm on after
42 years?

That is another good question.

But it's not the most important one.

What's the most important one?

Where is his dinner?

Lottie said she dropped him off a pie,
so where is it?

He ate it.

No dishes in the sink, nothing in the
bin.

He didn't eat it.

Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the
freezer.

So Vince is supposedly planning to take
his own life, yet he takes the time to

put a pie in the oven.

A pie he's never going to eat.

Doesn't make sense.

The only thing that makes sense is
murder.

The only way out was bolted from the
inside.

Well, the killer escaped somehow,
leaving a locked door behind them.

I mean unless it's a ghost, there has to
be an answer.

Vince Ogden just sold Ogden Mine and the
land around it for a truckload. Okay,

what do we know about him?

His first wife, Dot, Lottie and Finn's
mother.

History of mental health issues.

She left him a while ago after she was
sectioned. Okay, can we get in contact

with her?

She's now deceased.

The questions.

Why did the alarm come on? And how did
the killer escape if the door was bolted

from the inside?

Well, I've got the phone records from
Vince's landline, which nobody normal

uses. I use my landline every night.

Exactly.

There was a phone call from the phone
box near the Stirling Road shop a couple

of days ago.

Find out if anyone saw anything?

No.

I've been going through Vincent's
affairs, and they are in an absolute

kept everything, and I mean everything.

Have you found a will?

Not yet, no. All right. Well,

keep looking.

I'm off to feed the birds. Waterville,
1984.

Footy record, 89.

Demons beat swans at the SDG. Nine
points.

It's an exciting time for you.

Why is that?

Mother of the groom.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Let's hope it's more successful than
last time.

I think Daisy's probably a safer bet.

A safer bet.

I suppose that's what we want in a
partner, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Well, you know me and small talk,
Mackenzie.

I heard from D .I. Mooney that your
inquiry is finished. I assume that's why

want to talk to me?

Yes.

Cleared? Yeah.

Yep. Yes. So, I am free to go back to
London.

Will you?

What? Will you go back?

Yes. Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah.

Of course.

It's all I've wanted since the day I got
here is to go back and, um, now.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, are you? I'm sorry.

I think I am. Oh, my God.

Mackenzie at work. I don't know what's
going on.

Well, could you, uh, could you stop it?

I'm trying, I'm trying. I'm going to
try. No, no, it's not working. I can

can see. It's not working.

Do you have a... I don't have a thing.

Here we go.

Is it over?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I think it is. Oh, God. Honestly.

Oh, Mackenzie, what on earth has got
into you? I don't know.

What's going on here?

Nothing.

OK, then.

Last one in testament.

Who gets the lad?

Me.

You didn't know?

No,

we never really talked about it. And
you've been married for how long?

Eight years.

And the kids left soon after you were
married?

Yes.

Lottie left to train in Wollongong and
Finn, well, he moved into the Wharf

Cottage. Still far too close.

We never really got along, if I'm
honest.

Yeah, no, we've picked up on that,
actually.

So, why was that?

He couldn't accept the fact that his
father was moving into a different phase

his life.

And he sure didn't want a new
stepmother.

And now this is all yours.

What are you implying?

He took his own life.

Did he?

Hello, mate.

Do you remember Vince getting a phone
call a couple of days ago on the

Actually, yeah, I do.

What was it about?

Vince wouldn't say.

You didn't overhear anything?

Look, all I heard was something like...
I keep my promises.

I have no idea what it meant, but it put
him in a bit of a mood.

Who was it from?

Who knows?

A real estate agent.

Someone who owed him money. Could be
anyone.

Clem. Very clear print.

Unmistakable.

Whose? Yours.

Oh, the tour.

We all held it.

Yeah, probably half of Dolphin Cove's
had their hand on this knife at some

stage. It's not going to get us
anywhere.

Unless you want to hold him until you
can clear him.

Yes. Yes, I very much want to do that.
Well, hang on a minute. It could take a

couple of days. No, we've got cells,
we've got shackles.

Okay.

We've all had our fun.

What about the lever? They don't wipe
clean.

Presumably by the killer.

Yeah.

Well, if there's nothing else, I'm going
to go through my video footage from the

tour, see if that gives us some answers.

Don't leave town.

On to those next.

See if they give us anything.

I'm going back to London.

What?

Yeah, the inquiry cleared me, so yeah,
I'm going home.

Mark, that's fantastic.

Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?

When are you going?

After this.

You'll miss the wedding.

Yep. Yeah, I guess I will.

Anyway.

Yeah.

Back to it.

Such good news, though.

I'm really happy for you.

So, what do you got?

Oh, we came up blank on the phone box at
the Stirling Road shop.

No one saw anything.

But we did have a chat to Vico DeVito. I
guess he didn't want to. I didn't see

how he was a relevant witness.

And yet.

Just tell them. Okay.

Early last Tuesday morning, about 3 .30,
which was kind of middle of the night,

really. Ready.

Okay. Vico was out with Stryker, and
they were down... Sorry, sorry.

Who's Stryker?

Oh, it was a rescue greyhound with
bladder issues.

Now, they were down on that little beach
next to the wharf. Vico said he saw

Vince and Finn unloading a boat.

Unloading what?

We couldn't see properly, but he
reckoned it looked like bricks.

Bricks. Oh, drugs.

It's the perfect spot for it. You can't
see the wharf unless you're all the way

down on the beach. Yeah, Vico doesn't
normally go down there, but Stripe is

particular about where he goes. Anyway,
he said they put the stuff into a couple

of bags and then the boat chugged off.

So, Finn and Vince were bringing drugs?

And arguing about it. Oh, a bit of argy
-bargy, according to Vico.

It's worth a search.

Don't worry about it.

Bunny.

Fishing mate.

He was worried the weather might come
in, but look at this.

Might I remind you, this is private
property, detective.

Cool.

Warrant to search it.

Well, if I knew the paperwork was
official, I would have had a cake in the

Here are the keys.

Where were you last Tuesday at about 3
.30am?

It's a good question.

And a fair one.

Can I take it on notice? My office will
be in touch.

Were you here unloading a boat, coming
to blows with your dad over something?

I could never.

I mean, bless him, but the old bloke
couldn't fight to save himself.

Just wouldn't be right.

Hmm.

Where are my manners?

Would you like a beer, Detective?

No.

Thank you.

Or an argument over a drug shipment, a
lot of money at stake?

Hang on.

Are you suggesting I killed him? Yeah,
no, it has crossed my mind.

It was suicide.

Or a dispute, a drug deal gone wrong?

I don't have anything to do with drugs.
What were you arguing about?

Mackenzie.

We've got something.

Cigarettes. Boxes of them. In here.

It's all back.

Robo.

I told you.

I don't have anything to do with drugs.

We get them in from Indonesia and we
sell them off.

That's illegal.

Sure. But we've got to make a living.

I mean, weekly tours for half a dozen
board tours doesn't really cut it. What

was the dispute with Vince about?

They're out of date.

No -one wants Dale's smokes.

So they're worthless.

It's a couple of hundred bucks.

I'm hardly going to kill for it.

We're going to take them as evidence and
we need access to the house.

I'd be delighted to have you as guest.

I'll put the kettle on.

Where are you going to live when all
this is sold?

I always land on my feet, Detective.

He was discovered

by his son, my great -grandfather, who

panicked, did the only thing he could.

He set off the emergency alarm.

And if the wind blows just right, you
might hear the alarm in the distance and

glimpse a reflection in the blade of the
ghost of Ogden's mind.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

You won't be on a plane tomorrow.

But... I'm in the middle of a case.

I know, I know.

Making progress?

Yeah, getting there.

Here's me, stuck behind a desk all day.

I'm loving it, but to be honest, I'm a
bit jealous of you.

Being on the tools, as you'd say.

Well, when I've closed, I'll tell you
all about it.

Anna's cooking. I'm doing the wine.
We'll get a fire going.

Have a good old chat.

It'll be great to have you back.

We've missed you, Mackenzie.

The whole team.

Yeah, I'm with you too.

They come in.

Sorry,

I've... It was the Nandles.

Yeah, I've got to go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll see you
soon enough.

What?

Sorry. I know it's late.

I've seen something in the footage. I'm
not sure what it is, but it's something.

Show me.

It's a bit creepy, if I'm honest.

Someone less sturdy might be a little
bit frightened, but the thing is... Ow!

What's that for?

Mosquito.

Outstakeable.

Dot Ogden.

But I thought she was dead.

Not anymore.

I've inventoried Vince's documents.

I've got her death certificate.

Coronial declaration, which you can get
after seven years of someone being

missing with no contact and no
sightings.

Colin, can you tell us about the title
on the wharf?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, used to be under two names, Vince
and Dorothy Ogden.

And after Dot was declared dead?

Just Vince.

Ah, yeah.

He cut her out.

No, well, she was dead. I mean, he
thought she was dead. Everyone did.

Yeah, but she wasn't. So where was she?

Well, we're going to ask her that. But I
think, as far as she's concerned, he

cut her out of her half of that property
and all the money that was going to

come from it. Could she be the one who
called Vince?

Hmm? Worth looking into.

At the phone box near the Stirling Road
shop.

Back to Stirling Road, someone must have
seen her. She must be staying

somewhere. And we, we're going to talk
to the family.

Hey.

What's this about?

I know this might sound weird, Lottie,
but do you know where your mum is?

What?

She's dead.

Is she?

We know she's alive.

And we know she saw Vince that day.

Right before he was killed.

We're just wondering if she came to see
you. She didn't kill him.

So you have seen her?

Yes. How do you know she didn't kill
him?

Because she was in the car with me.

She was with you?

Yeah.

And she'd already got what she wanted.

The boxes.

Someone went through them. One was left
open.

What was in them?

Letters. Read them.

Dear Lottie, I can't believe my little
girl is 16.

I'm thinking of you and I am so proud of
you.

So she wrote to you?

The odd birthdays, a couple of
Christmases.

But she wanted me to have them.

She wanted me to know.

She always loved me.

And Vince never gave them to you?

No way.

Why didn't she contact you another way?

Scared her dad would be my guess.

Why did he keep them though?

They incriminate him.

How?

Probably enjoyed it.

Knowing they were there.

Knowing that he got his way.

Knowing she was alive the whole time.

That's awful.

It's just who he was.

So she was writing to you all along. She
was desperate for a relationship with

you and your father denied you that. I
would never hurt my dad if that's what

you're getting at.

I saw what anger and unhappiness does to
a family.

It's just a cycle.

And it just goes on and on and I had to
escape it.

And I did.

Where is she?

I don't know. Come on.

She wouldn't tell me.

After Dad died, she went back into
hiding.

She hasn't even had a chance to see
Finn.

She doesn't trust anyone, and after what
she's been through, I don't blame her.

I just thought there were so many places
to stay in Dolphin Cove. I mean, back

in the day, there was a caravan park, or
you just slept on the beach.

Illegal. Or in someone else's sleeping
bag, post bonfire, you know what I mean?

I can figure that out.

Hey, we've seriously got to go through
all those.

That's the plan.

God, it's going to take hours.

Do you have a better idea?

Yeah, I do.

Vibes, mate. Yeah?

Tune in to Dot as a person, get inside
her head and figure out where she'd go.

Sure. Well, you don't think that'd work?

Is that a serious question? Yeah, it is.

Vibes? Yeah, just something a bit more
intuitive, mate.

Fine.

Really?

There's no point in arguing, is there,
Reggie? I know you're getting the hang

it. Right, let's do this. Come on.

Okay. In the zone.

Close your eyes. Right.

I'm a tragic mother figure.

Long -presumed dead. I'm returning home
as a ghost with a dark heart. No, wait.

Stop. No, no, mate. I'm getting
something here. No, no, no. Not you.

Her. Stop. Police.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The ghost of Ogden Mine.

You took the letters, didn't you?

My letters?

You were in Vince's house at the wharf?

Obviously.

You heard that he was selling the wharf,
so you wanted your share. I wanted my

kids to get their share. Okay, fine.

Bye. So you called him, told him you
were back, and then you showed him the

just to spook him.

And then later, when everyone else was
gone, you confronted him about the lies

he had told about you.

You knew, or you suspected, that he
would have kept the letters, so you took

them. That's about it.

Did you turn the alarm on?

What?

No.

I took the letters and went straight to
Lottie.

I never wanted to see him again after
what he put me through.

Well, how did he put you through?

Vince had you sectioned.

Yeah.

And sure, I was struggling.

But that's not why he did it.

Why did he do it?

To prove that he could.

Same reason he kept both letters.

Vince loved being in control.

He told me that if he ever saw my face
again, that if I ever contacted the kids

except through him, he'd do it again and
make sure I was locked up.

He promised me I'd never see my kids.

I had to disappear like I never existed.

Oh, you must have been angry.

Angry doesn't begin to describe it. And
then when you found out that he had told

them you were dead and he'd never given
them your letters. I wish I'd killed

him. The number of years I spent
dreaming about it.

I left him alive.

What was on the table?

When he left, was there anything on the
table or on the bench?

His radio, a box of papers and a pie.

Can you imagine?

Everything he robbed her of.

She has a motive, obviously.

She was in Vince's house, we know that.

She says the pie wasn't in the oven.

Oh, a little point about this pie again.

Which means she left him alive.

Unless she's lying. No, even if she is.
How did she lock the door from the

inside? And who turned the alarm on?

They're all just clues.

The alarm, the locked door, the knife,
the pie, the letters. They're all just

things that are things with nothing that
links them together.

Nothing that makes them make any sense.

Oh, what am I missing?

at all?

Nothing usable.

It's a doorknob. People have their hands
on it all the time.

There are prints all over it.

It's a mess.

So what are you doing now then?

Now it's just staring at me in pieces.

It's haunting you.

What am I going to do? Not put it back
together again?

Need a hand?

It's a bit complicated.

You might not be much help.

That is maybe the most hostile thing you
have ever said to me.

Is it more hostile than when you said
that linen was for tablecloths and drug

lords?

That can't have been that hostile
because you are still wearing it.

is extremely breathable. Yes, that is
why drug lords like it. It keeps them

in the hot weather. That's why I like
it. Okay then, we are agreeing.

Want a drink?

Lottie really did a number on it when
she smashed the door in.

That's the underside of the door bolt.

Right.

So it would have been screwed to the
door frame.

Right. Mm -hmm. So why is it scratched?

Looks like the markings of a crowbar.

Have you seen the halogen bars?

They destroy anything they touch.

Chocolate milk, right?

Yeah.

Where'd you get that?

Fridge.

That's my drink.

Yeah, that's what I said.

You put it in the fridge for me?

Yep.

Why?

Because you're here a lot for work.

So is Colin.

So is your mum, so are a lot of people
that don't have their drinks in here?

What?

We're going to go and see Daisy.

Oh, hey, babe. I need you to pick up
decorations for tonight. I think they're

the garage. The night of the murder, you
were here.

Oh, and hello to you, Mackenzie.

Daisy.

Okay, so what night was that?

When the alarm came on. Oh, yeah, of
course.

Okay, and Priya. Priya Ogden. She was
here.

I don't know her.

Five foot four, brown hair, big gold
earring. Yep, got it. Yep, okay. Now,

is important.

Do you remember what she was drinking?

I run a bar.

And she knocked over a bottle when she
ran out. Okay, what was it? No,

seriously, she didn't even offer to
clean it up or anything. Daisy!

Okay.

Um... Ah!

That's the one.

So... I was right.

I knew you would be.

That's why the alarm came on. It had to
come on, otherwise the plan wouldn't

have worked. And the back of the bowl.
Yeah, because of the crowbar. I know

happened.

Are we even allowed to be in here?

It settles today, doesn't it?

But maybe not as we expected.

This case really had us going.

A locked room.

A death that looked the same as one 150
years ago.

An alarm coming on for the first time in
42 years.

A long -lost mother returned from the
dead.

And the letters that prove she never
stopped loving her children.

And a pie in the oven.

Hmm.

But in the end, that was all noise.

Because there was only one question that
mattered.

How did the killer escape through a door
that was bolted from the inside?

And the answer was... They didn't.
Because, well, they couldn't.

Priya.

You couldn't have killed Vince. You were
at the surf club all night. Yeah.

We all saw you spill a bottle of
Prosecco when the alarm went off.

And you know, why would you kill him?

He was your husband.

You loved him.

You were set to live well from the
proceeds of the sale.

Yeah.

Dot.

He drove you away.

He had you declared dead.

He claimed your share of the wharf and
its land.

And Lottie, he denied you a relationship
with your mother.

Dart, we know you were in here with him.

And Lottie, you were the first on the
scene.

But the question remains, how did the
killer escape?

How did you, Finn?

What?

This is your land, isn't it? It's Ogden
land.

But once it was sold, once Vince and
Priya moved away, you'd have nothing.

Nowhere to live.

Nowhere to run your little cigarette
operation. Nothing.

He was already dead when I came in here.

Lottie came in first.

She saw him.

Absolutely right, Lottie.

Yeah.

And the door was locked and bolted. We
had to break it down.

All truth.

I think it's bolted it. Let me have a
go.

I tried it. I couldn't open it. Priya
tried it as well. I saw her.

Ah, yes.

Priya.

Now, that was the cleverest bit. Two
people who hate each other. They have

for years.

Arriving independently of each other,
both try the lock and find it bolted. No

one would ever believe that they were in
it together.

Or that they were in love. Felix?

I saw these bottles in Finn's fridge.

And it didn't mean anything at the time,
but a few things fell into place when

Constable Wilkinson completed his
search. This one was in the recycling.

your brand, isn't it, Bunny?

It'll be fine, Bunny.

Fishing mate.

We checked your phone records. Not a
fishing mate at all. You were talking to

Priya.

Anyway, your prints, they're all over
it.

An affair.

So what? No, just an affair.

A conspiracy.

When Vince got that call from Dot, was
that what did it for you?

You knew it was Dot on the phone. Hello,
Vince.

You knew what he'd done to her, what he
could do to you, how controlling he

could be, how paranoid.

I mean, he had her sectioned.

He cut her off from her family.

Threatened to put her behind bars if she
ever came back. I mean, he could do the

same to you.

He wouldn't see a cent. I mean, he would
pretend that you were dead if it meant

he got to keep his money.

That door was bolted.

She smashed it down.

Right, and we are back to the alarm.

What are you talking about?

You killed him before Vince had the
chance to take another woman you loved

from you. You framed it as a suicide,
turning Vince's own ghost story against

him.

You destroyed the vault, and the last
crucial step, you turned on the alarm.

And why would I do that? Because you
needed a witness.

You needed someone other than you to be
here as soon as possible to tell us that

the door was locked and bolted.
Otherwise no one would ever believe it

suicide. Finn left the door unlocked and
then you locked it, Priya.

And then pretended you were unlocking it
so that when Lottie tried it, the door

wouldn't open. And then all you needed
was someone to destroy the evidence. And

who better than Lottie?

A first responder who would trust what
her stepmum and brother said to her in

the moment and would come prepared to
knock down a door if required.

And Priya?

You had given him what he needed. You
planted the crowbar that Finn used to

destroy the bolt. But, Finn, you left it
in the back of your van.

Two sets of prints. Yours, Priya, and
yours, Finn.

And you got what you wanted.

Each other.

In order.

Very often. You would have got it all in
the end.

You could have shared it.

But the thought of spending your life
with someone when you knew your true

lay elsewhere.

You couldn't do it, could you?

You know that if you don't have love,
you don't have anything.

You're under arrest for the murder of
Vince Ogden. You don't have to say

anything about anything you do or say
maybe used against you in court.

What even is chicken salt? Is it made
from a chicken?

Is it made from salt? I mean, can I make
it at home from household ingredients?

A mystery.

Why on earth are you saying all of this?

I mean, have you learned nothing about
me?

Just to provide a distraction.

Oh.

The boss told us that you were heading
back to the UK.

It's a boomerang. Uh -huh, yeah.

Yes, it is.

Which in some indigenous cultures
signifies... Returning.

Yeah. My pop made it.

Thank you.

Everyone.

I mean, you are an extremely odd person.

And you have so many ways to go. I can't
quite get my head around it.

But you were a tremendous detective.

It's been a pleasure.

Mackenzie?

I heard from D .I. Mooney that I can
return this to you.

Your warrant card.

Thank you.

I remember when you graduated from the
academy.

I pinned your badge on your chest.

Is this your way of saying that I'm
letting you down again?

Oh, I think that's a little bit
dramatic.

We are what we are, aren't we?

One day you've got a great member of
your team, and the next...

Not unfamiliar.

I am sorry.

Yes.

So am I.

Oh, you're not going to... No. Because I
really couldn't deal with that scene

again. I'm not. It's just grotesque.
Yeah, no, I agree. I agree.

Well, don't let me keep you.

So, finally, I'm like, this is it.

We'll go for a walk along our beach.
We'll come back here where we first got

together. Engagement story.

I haven't got you booked for another
five minutes, and I ain't missing the

speeches. Trevor, pull your head in.

And I'm like, my God, he doesn't
remember any part of it. This is going

total surprise.

So, I get down on one knee, pop the
question, and guess what he's got in his

pocket.

We were going to do it at exactly the
same time. In the exact same spot where

had our first kiss. And I thought he'd
forgotten.

Not a chance.

It's like they're on the same
wavelength.

I love you, darling.

I love you, babe.

And I can't wait to marry you as soon as
possible in a modest beachside

ceremony.

Thank you so much for coming, everyone.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. And
drinks on us.

Yes.

Yes, please.

All right, let's go then.

Just let me say congratulations.

Glenn, tell her she's got five minutes
max or I cancel her booking.

Start the meter.

I mean, can't say I'll miss Trevor.

See you.

You're actually leaving now?

In no more than five minutes.

Yeah, I just, I thought I would drop by
to say congratulations.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I just, I didn't think it'd be so soon.

Yeah, well, they need me back in London
and, you know, it was never meant to be

permanent.

No.

I don't really fit here, do I?

Not like you and Daisy.

You're a dolphin coho of you two.

Yeah.

But it was always the best thing about
you, though.

That you knew there was more out there
for you.

I've enjoyed having you back.

Even for a short time.

It's been...

I'm going to miss you, is what I'm
saying.

I am going to miss you too.

You better. Yeah.

Bye.

Goodbye, Glenn.

Hey, man.

Right, yeah.

$9 .80.

$10. Yes, yes, I'm coming. $10 .20 now.

You can see me, Trevor.

Oh, Frankie.

Oh,

there you are.

Oh, gorgeous girl. I have to go. You
have to go.

I have to go, but I love you.

No, you can't come with me.

Okay, come on.

I'll take you back.

Two minutes. Shut up, Trevor, or I'll
stay.

Come on.

Oh, that's cool. Leave the door open.
That's mad.

Come here, girl.

I'm not Frankie.

I know.

I think I still want my turn.

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