Original subtitles

Went back to your place,

found your little Brothers Grimm trail of Fruity Juice wrappers

all the way at the Don's donga.

You got anything to say about that?

Someone gave Frank a lift home.

Frank had an accomplice!

You were at the donga the night Don was murdered.

What happened then, eh? Did you give Frank a hand?

-Oh, you're accusing me now?

Frank and I were long gone when Don arrived.

Wait! Miki!

You and Frank didn't do it, so we're good, yeah?

That's clearly been stolen. I'm going to write down that VIN number.

-Just leave it. -It's due diligence!

I've been a little bit preoccupied all day, Eddie,

because Bushy's service gun was found in the river yesterday.

[Abby] I got access to the dick-bum and I ran a tox report on Don Darrell.

He was poisoned. Red meat laced with glyphosate.

It's the organophosphorus compound that's present in weed killer.

I think someone put it in Don's steak cake.

[Pat] Last time I saw that vehicle

was the night I pulled the silly bugger over for drink-driving.

[Culkin, over phone] That bullet, it was fired from Detective Bushman's gun.

Bushy didn't commit suicide.

We're looking at a homicide here.

Where did you find that bullet?

In a Land Cruiser...

...registered to Eddie.

[papers shuffle]

[woman 1] So, you and Redcliffe started working together in Canberra.

[woman 2] Uh, no, Rachel, Tasmania.

Detective Collins gave those details in her statement.

Oh. Apologies, Detective.

We took the red-eye from Adelaide.

-Ah. -Mm.

Darwin Airport really comes alive at 3am, doesn't it?

Yes, it's the perfect time for a fishbowl margarita.

[chuckling]

Ah, yes, so since you started on the Barra Creek case,

the detective's behaviour's been a little erratic, would you agree?

Oh, she's just had quite a bit on, I think.

[screams]

[Rachel] She discharged her firearm and failed to report it,

stole a drone, entered it into evidence,

conducted multiple unauthorised property searches.

[woman 2] It looks like she's also had near-daily complaints lodged against her.

Workplace harassment, intimidation of a witness,

poor grooming, profane language.

There's reports of her being intoxicated whilst on duty.

Oh, no, no, the can in her stubby holder is definitely just cola.

I can confirm that because she often spills it on me.

[chuckling]

[woman 2] Well, several other incidents were reported

during Detective Redcliffe's tenure at Darwin HQ.

Yes, it says here she'd been blackout-drunk on multiple occasions

leading up to Detective Bushman's death,

including driving intoxicated to East Point

and arresting a jogger on suspicion of being the Poinciana Woman.

Oh, I checked that, that's a local man-hating ghost.

Right! Did she disclose any of this to you, Detective?

Uh, no.

Which parts did she not mention?

Uh... most of it.

-You fucking fucked it! -[thunder rumbles]

You fucked fucking fuck!

So, it was your team that found Detective Bushman's gun in Barra Creek?

Yes, we pulled it from the river with a big magnet.

Right, and you discovered the missing bullet from that gun

in Detective Redcliffe's abandoned Land Cruiser?

Mm. In the driver's seat footwell.

[Rachel] Erin, look at this.

The Barra Creek sergeant pulled over Detective Redcliffe for drink-driving

on the night of Detective Bushman's death.

Right.

[Rachel] They left the Land Cruiser on the side of the road.

Detective, has your partner ever offered an explanation

as to what she was doing at Barra Creek the night Detective Bushman was shot?

Uh, no, she hasn't.

Do you have any theories?

Um...

No.

Uh, no, I don't.

OK.

[thunder rumbles]

Just rain already, you fucking cloud cunts!

Fucking rain!

[Rachel] OK. Let me ask you,

were Detectives Bushman and Redcliffe romantically involved?

Oh, no. No, they- Uh-uh.

Uh, they weren't, no. Definitely not.

So, you returned to the DRR yesterday to check the Land Cruiser's VIN number.

-Mm-hm. -You don't have to say "VIN number".

-What? -It's like saying "ATM machine".

Vehicle identification number. [laughs]

-Number. -Of course. Thank you, Erin.

No worries. Yeah.

OK, so you returned to check the... the VIN?

Yes, I did.

I thought that it may have belonged to the Swedish nationals.

Right, you didn't think to check it when you first located the vehicle?

Oh, well, I wanted to but, um, Eddie wanted to...

uh, leave.

We were losing light

and there was some concern that mosquitoes were going to bite my person...

personal area.

So she prevented you from recording the vehicle identification number?

Uh, no, she didn't prevent me, per se.

But yesterday you discovered that the Land Cruiser had been torched

in the intervening hours, along with any evidence.

Is that correct?

Yes, that is correct.

[breathes heavily]

[interviewers] Alright. I think that's everything.

Will you be speaking with Eddie?

At this stage, we are just piecing together a picture.

[theme music plays]

[small engine whirs]

[Luke] You're free to go, Mr McAllister.

[Frank] Don't you bloody worry! I'm going.

[Roger] The free press will be informed

of this violation of my client's freedoms and liberties!

-Oi! Oi! -Mr Mainwaring, I ask that...

-You bring that scooter back here! -...you and your client clear the area.

-That's mine! -You don't even need a scooter, you lazy fuck!

I need it for me angina.

What vagina? You don't have a vagina.

Objection, speculation!

Vacate the area, sir, or I will detain you...

You happy with yourself? Hm?

Making us run around after you like a couple of dickless dicks for two days?

-That's your fault. -Oh, bullshit.

For thinking I'd done it!

I can barely get a piss out of me, let alone do a fucking murder,

can I, Rog?

My client has a weak stream by reason of an enlarged prostate.

If I hadn't been fuck farting around with your croc justice shit,

I could have sorted out who stitched you for the chainsaw, catch who planted it!

Oh, yeah, like you and your partner Bushy sorted it out

by booking me for croc poaching!

You had a headless croc in your shed.

-That was a stitch-up too. -Oh, yeah, really?

OK, who stitched you up that time, Frank?

Hey? The same person who snuck 300 pairs of thongs into our wash house?

The same person who dumped 20 dunnies in our backyard?

-They were bidets! French bum ones. -Or was it the same person,

same person who kept you drinking on at the pub

when you should have been there to pick Mum up?

I wonder what alcoholic bar fly

let Mum walk along the highway in the dark?

Oh, hang on.

I think I can find him.

Let me grab you a fucking mirror.

[Roger] Come on, Frank. I'll do you a chop.

[Frank] Yeah.

Yeah, fucks for the memories!

You mightn't have murdered Don Darrell,

but I know you killed those crocs in the cool room, you shithouse rat.

[squeezes pump trigger quickly and releases]

[squeezes pump trigger]

[squeezes pump trigger]

-Big Eyes. -[squeezes pump trigger]

Oh, no!

What's with the pillow? Did you sleep in your car?

Yes, because I have to collect the chainsaw

so I can take it back to forensics and fingerprint it.

[sniffs] But I also super can't afford to pay for petrol right now

to go back to town, so I'm kind of stuck here.

Nup, this is good.

I've been waiting around like a bra-less tit for Collins

so we can interview those Arsenic Annies in the pub

about how they poisoned Don's steak cake.

But you're here. You can be her.

-So come on, let's go. -Yes!

-Leave all that shit, come on. -Huh?

[Lynn] Is it in the roof? Have some possums died in a clump?

I don't know, but now the smell's everywhere.

-It's like a fart in a car. -Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Will you two stop flapping around like a couple of manta rays

and answer my question?

Did you murder Don Darrell

by putting gyno paste in his steak cake on Sunday night?

-[Lynn] What? -Oh, no, ma'am.

The poison in the steak cake wasn't enough to kill Don.

Just made him shit blood.

-I put all this in the group chat. -So? They didn't put in for the tang.

-[Lynn and Mary continue] -[Eddie] You put weed killer in food to kill.

Look at them. They're not scientists. They cocked up the dosage.

[Abby] Excuse me, Mary?

How do you prepare the steak cake?

Oh, well, I par-cook the meat in the morning.

And before I plate it, I pop it in the deep fryer and crisp it up.

Ma'am, extreme temperatures reduce the potency of glyphosate.

-See, I was right. Cuff 'em, Big Eyes. -No, ma'am.

-I'm not in the police anymore. -[Lynn] What? Excuse me!

What have we done now?

You mucked up poisoning Don Darrell.

So you followed him to the donga

and stabbed him with one of your kitchen knives, probably.

And then you chopped him up in that fenced-off bit at the caravan park.

I know you're up to something out there.

-It's supposed to be a surprise. -We're building a pool!

[Lynn] I have a lot of regrets about that.

-Well, you know that Bunnings has those pre-made pools? -Hey.

-How much? -Hey, you two! Oi!

So if you didn't do it, then who snuck into the kitchen

and poisoned the steak cake then, hey?

That French chef rat?

-Ratatouille, ma'am? -Yeah! Ratatooti?

The steak cake wasn't even in the kitchen.

Well, where the fuck was it, then?

-In the cool room. -In the cool room.

Ma'am, I texted a high-interest loan repayment company to ask for some money.

But while I wait for them to reply,

I'm going to go fingerprint the chainsaw at the station.

Yeah, just show Luke your badge and get him to hand it over.

No, ma'am. I'm not police.

OK, bye.

Bullshit.

[groans]

Look at this joint!

No locks. Shot-out cameras.

Anybody could have poisoned that steak cake.

Fuck me! I've had enough. More dead ends than a dead man's dick.

[Dulcie] Eddie.

Oh! Where in the loving anal fuck have you been?

Oh, I had to do this-

You what? You had a... a what?

-Uh, just a- -Two words?

-A thing. -A thing? A what?

-An appointment? -Yes.

For your thrush.

-Yes. -Did you sort it?

-I did, yes. -[sighs]

Yep, I am proudly thrushless.

Fuckin', finally! What was the fix? They put a borax pill up you?

Putting fire retardant up your vajutz is a mindfuck at first,

but probably not the worst thing you've put up there, so...

Oh, great. Great. Um, so what have I missed?

[DJ, on video] I bought it. I fixed it up.

I've done a few things. I've got some awesome chairs in there.

[Dulcie] What are they all looking at?

I don't know because I wasn't there.

So this happened, and then Don immediately called you?

47 times in two days, just like a mother.

OK, play the message again.

[Don, on recording] Leon, it's Don Darrell.

I've just come in to some very interesting information

about what's been going on around here.

It's about the lights in the sky.

-Let's just say- -[engine roars loudly]

[indistinct voice on recording]

[Don] The people behind this

will try and kill me to keep the truth from getting out.

The NUA aren't happy. They've booted-

-That's my job. -"Very interesting information."

What does he know? What does Don know?

Don't know. I've listened to this all morning

and I still can't understand what he's saying under the duckboat revving.

Well, I'm disappointed, my mentos. You've failed me.

Come on, let's reroute to Big Eyes.

Wait! But who wanted Don dead?

Uh, no, no! The NUA, but it wasn't the NUA.

[Dulcie] What about the lights in the sky?

[Eddie] It's a cooker thing. Whoa, that pong!

Alright. Let's step this out.

Collins, I know Don says the NUA wanted him dead.

But I checked yesterday. Roger and his cookers weren't involved.

No, no, Don said,

"someone will try to kill me to keep the truth from getting out."

Then he said, "the NUA aren't happy."

They are two separate, borderline-unrelated thoughts.

Well, that's a fucking discombobulating communication style, isn't it?

Hey, you should get Cath to insert your vajutz pill.

-She's up there anyway all the time. -Yeah, Eddie, listen...

What if Don's phone calls to Leo,

the voice message, his interaction with the backpackers,

what if they're all connected to Don's death?

What if- What if the killer's motive

was to stop Don from getting the truth out?

The truth about what, Collins?

What could Don be talking about with two 24-year-old backpackers?

Where to get half-priced shots on a Tuesday?

-How to ride a mechanical bull? -I don't know.

But... the three people who do know what was said are either missing or dead.

Yeah. We need to find out what's on Leo's voicemail.

I agree.

OK, so the first thing that we have to do is get all the-

[Erin] Detective Redcliffe?

Detective Wilson. We'd like a word.

[Erin] Detective?

[Pat] Come on, DJ! The weather's getting to all of us, mate.

Every year before the rains come,

you know, we all want to bash stuff with an axe, don't we?

Nah, this axe isn't just mango madness, Pat.

'Cause Jason Wade blew up my firework shed,

I'm going to destroy his Croc-o-Train!

I can't let you onto the Croc-o-Train with... with an axe, mate.

There'll be children.

-You won't be able to prove it's me who did it, will you? -Yeah, I will, DJ,

because of this right here.

Look, I know you've had a rough trot, mate,

but it's my last couple of days on the job.

My retirement party's tonight, which I'd love to see you at.

And my baby niece Roxy's coming into town at any minute.

Oh, come on, love. I've known you since you were 10.

We always sort these hiccups out, don't we?

So put the axe down, and I can drive you

-back to your mum's place. -[phone rings]

[DJ] Who the fuck's this?

Hello?

[distorted voice] I know what you did.

Who is this?

Hello?

[distorted voice] I know what you did.

[Pat] Oh, good boy! Thank you. Jump in.

Now, would you like to choose a song to play?

-[DJ] Red Hot Chilli Peppers. -[thunder rumbles]

[Pat] Great.

[woman, on recording] Of course, most fatal injuries occur to the chest cavity,

as the upper torso contains the major organs of respiration and circulation.

As a vital spot on the human body,

injuries to the upper torso can quickly lead to death

due to severe blood loss or disruption of the critical bodily functions,

with thoracic trauma being the cause of 25-50% of all fatal injuries,

making it the leading cause of death.

-[revving] -[don speaks indistinctly]

[replays clip]

-[Don] Let's just say I know... -[revving continues]

[Don] Let's just say I know...

[Abby] Ma'ams!

Oh. You're here.

Mmm. I'm deciphering a message from Don Darrell.

He knew something important.

Cool, you're not listening.

So, what's happening?

Why? What's it to you?

Just making human conversation.

[sighs] OK, well, I'm looking for the ma'ams

because the fingerprints on the chainsaw aren't in the system,

and one set of fingerprints belongs to a person with adermatoglyphia.

I don't have time to explain to you what that is.

-No worries. -It's when a person has no fingerprints,

and it's caused by genetics, wear and tear from work, age, chemotherapy...

[electronic voice] Searching for Bluetooth device.

OK, rude!

[woman, on TV] So, Johannes, what happened when you proposed to Ebba?

[Johannes] Ebba started crying.

She said we both deserved to be happy, and I agreed. I said...

[Cath] Did you hear that?

She cried and said they both deserve to be happy, Rabbit.

Clearly, Ebba broke up with that Swedish man before she left.

Oh, my God, it's getting worse!

This smell, it's like hot diarrhoea.

Lynn, I'm just going to close these doors to seal off the bar!

[Lynn] Right-o, Cath!

[woman, on TV] ...stopping en-route at a petrol station in Dirk's River,

where a witness called Allira says they purchased supplies and pool noodles.

Detective Blunt says Taskforce Hammare are now scouring bushland

towards the Western Australian border,

where they strongly expect to find remains.

Rabbit, what's this waterfall?

It's Patterson Falls.

It's somewhere in MacMacman National Park,

but it got taken off the map 'cause tourists kept dying out there.

...of finding human remains this time in Western Australia

is a lot stronger than his strong expectation last time...

[TV continues indistinctly]

[whispers] Holy shit.

Abby!

I think the backpackers went to Breathless Falls.

Ebba borrowed this book too,

and she underlined the places the war widows passed to get to the falls.

Oh, my gosh! It's a real place?

[Cath] Yes, and I think she's used the book to get directions.

I'm going to mark it all.

I'm also going to mark in the bits where they took fuck breaks, Abs,

just in case it awakens something in you.

-OK, sure. -[electronic voice] Bluetooth connected.

-Leo! -Sorry.

[Don, on recording] Let's just say

I know who's killing all those skinny little girls

and I've got proof!

-I'm not going to say any more... -[Abby] "Skinny little girls"?

[Cath] Oh, shit.

[Abby] He's talking about the backpackers.

-[Cath] Someone needs to get out to that waterfall. -Yeah, I'll go get my stuff.

Wait! I need to tell Dulcie and Eddie straightaway.

-Do you know where they are, Leo? -Oh, I thought you knew.

Knew what?

[phone rings]

Waste of my fucking time!

Come on, let's go.

-What was that about? -Who knows?

I haven't been asked that many tedious questions since '96,

when I went for a job on the bloody salad tongs at Sizzler.

I told them, "We're working on a murder here.

I don't have time to fucking sit around and shoot the shit

over a cup of fucking oolong."

OK, but what did they say, Eddie? Why did they want to talk to you?

Get this! They're reopening Bushy's case.

Yeah. They found the other bullet out at Barra Creek.

-Right. -Oh, I'm fucking furious!

I knew something crook went down.

I fucking knew there was no way Bushy topped himself.

I told them someone bumped him off,

and I asked them where they found the bullet,

and they said, "Oh, in a Land Cruiser."

And I was like, "Well, that doesn't fucking narrow it down, does it, mates?"

And then one of them said, "Oh,

the Land Cruiser was yours, actually."

-What? -Yeah!

They found the fucking bullet in my

The one out at the DRR.

Apparently Pat found out about it and looked up the VIN,

and it belongs to me.

That's why they got me in.

As if I know what happened to my fucking Land Cruiser

and why it was out in Barra Creek with fuckin' Bushy's bullet in it.

It was stolen ages ago, wasn't it?

I mean, I didn't even know that you had a Land Cruiser, so...

How the fuck did Pat know that my Cruiser was out there?

Moonboot.

-Moonboot was in the car with Miki when she picked us up. -Uh... Eddie, it could have been anyone.

Yeah, OK, well, thanks to this anyone,

those two detectives in there have me pegged as a person of interest

in Bushy's murder, so that's fucking great.

Eddie, I'm sure that just putting together a picture

and that picture will show that you're not in the picture.

No, no, no, no, mate, I am fucking front and centre.

I told them their theory was bullshit, and I said if I was heading this,

I'd be asking why Bushy was out in Barra Creek in the first place,

'cause that's the million dollar-buck question, isn't it?

It is definitely one of those questions.

He was fucking acting weird and fucking secretive and shit,

and I told them this, I said,

"You know, I reckon he was having an affair out of Barra Creek."

He was doing weird stuff, like wearing no socks with his shoes

and putting on that stinky fucking jaw water.

-Aftershave? -Yeah!

And doing morning exercise, and there was some chick's name on a beer coaster

in that box of shit that Holly gave us.

I told them all that stuff, but they didn't care.

They were just like, "Where were you the night Bushy died?

-What were your movements?" -Yeah, what did you say?

I said I wasn't in Barra Creek, was I?

Why didn't Pat tell me about my Land Cruiser?

She didn't need to call it in.

Um...

Well, I... I suppose she had to report it, given it got torched.

Yeah, well, I've been stood down now.

It's just bullshit. I'm still going to keep working.

That's just rules. Rules don't apply to me.

Fuck rules.

Wait?

How did you know the Cruiser was torched?

Uh, you said it. Y... You... You just said it before, when-

No.

You went back out to the Cruiser without me, didn't you?

Uh, no. I... I...

Um...

Yes. But I tried to contact you, Eddie, and I-

It was you that called it in.

Well, procedurally, if evidence is collected, Eddie,

then... then... then it explicitly states that I-

Fuck procedure!

You fucking knew and you chose to tell them instead of me?

-Well, I- -That's where you were this morning, wasn't it?

You weren't getting fucking thrush blasted out of your vag! That was a lie!

You were stitching me up, pretending that none of this was going to happen.

You were just lying in my face, like a rat-faced fucking liar.

-Oh, I'm the liar? Really? -Yeah.

Really, Eddie? Because you lied about Barra Creek being your hometown,

about... about your mum dying, about your dad being a crim,

-about pretty much everything, actually. -OK, that is not lying!

Then it's just not banging on about shit

that doesn't need to be banged on about, alright?

That's just fucking family shit. It's none of your fucking business.

[Dulcie] OK, alright, great.

So I guess it's none of my business

why my investigative partner doesn't drive, then.

-No, it's not. -Right.

I guess it's also none of my business that the reason she doesn't...

She/ they.

...that the reason they don't drive

is because Barra Creek Senior Sergeant Pat Heffernan

pulled them over for drink-driving

and they had their license suspended.

I guess it's also none of my business

that the night Pat pulled you over was the same night that Bushy died.

You were in Barra Creek that night, Eddie.

That is not just refraining from telling me a little bit of colour.

From the moment we met,

you have consistently and repeatedly lied to me.

You think I killed Bushy?

-Why were you in Barra Creek? -Go fuck yourself!

-You just tell me the truth! -No.

We're done. You're fucking dead to me.

[exhales]

What do you think we're going to find out there at the waterfall?

Leo, I don't have time for your trademark passive aggression right now. OK?

I didn't force you to drive us.

Well, you did, because you can't afford petrol.

I just meant, is there a chance we're going to see some dead bodies out there?

Probably! I don't know.

OK, let's just agree to disagree.

OK.

Leo, I'm sorry. Can we start over?

This animosity between us, it isn't healthy.

Abby, I have zero animosity towards you.

You've been creating your own energy with this, like a plant.

Sorry, I'm just working really hard and no-one seems to care.

And then you just swan on in and you take my spot

and my friends and my vibe.

Abby, trust me, I am not after your vibe.

First of all, your job is full of dead bodies, which is disgusting.

-No! -Yes.

Can I make an observation?

Sure.

You seem really burnt out.

I'm not. I just want to bury myself in the dirt for a bit.

[Leo] Mm-hm.

Have you ever considered quitting everything immediately?

But what about my career? What about the ma'ams?

Yeah, that dynamic could do with a reset anyway. It's really weird.

What, with me? And the ma'ams?

-Yeah. Mm-hm. -No, it's not.

-It is? -Mm-hm.

Oh...

Leo, this conversation has been so helpful.

You're a really great friend.

I'm going to add you to our group WhatsApp.

[recording] This is Leo Lee. Don't leave a message.

[beep]

[Eddie] Leo! Answer your phone, mate.

How are you going on Don's voice message? Shit!

Stab me and I'll stab you, you fucking rock!

OK. Listen up.

Me, you, Big Eyes, not Collins, OK? Not her.

We're going to fucking zero-in on this Don Darrell case

like a... like a laser frying off a fucking vag pube, OK?

So you get on...

Agh! [grunts]

[Miki, faintly] Oi! Learn to drive, you cunt!

Jesus Christ! Are you OK? That was so close.

These murder highways, with no footpaths,

cars breaking the fucking sound barrier.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm good.

No, you're not all good. You nearly got cleaned up just then,

like it was a game of fucking poison ball. Come on.

-He missed me by heaps of millimetres. -Yeah, righto.

Yakai. Oi! Come back here. Get in the car. You need to cool down.

No, I'm fine. I just need to walk it off.

Listen, I might be sour on you, Reddy, but I'm not going to leave you out here

for your frontal lobe to bake like a jacket potato.

Keep your legs moving.

What's wrong with you, out here acting brand-new?

[Eddie] I'm not!

-[Miki] You right? -[Eddie] Yes.

[Miki] Get in.

You see the chat?

[men laugh]

[man] We'll get done for that.

[Culkin] There was no tea in their kitchen.

So I microwaved a carton of iced coffee instead.

It's not very good.

Look, again, I am just so sorry, Dulce.

I had no idea Wilson and Green were bringing Eddie in.

You know, I'm not happy about it. They completely blindsided me.

But, um, look...

They found something on the security cameras at the HQ car park.

It shows Bushy leaving in his ute,

and then, soon after, Eddie drives out after him in a Cruiser.

So Eddie followed Bushy to Barra Creek.

Why, Col?

Col, why would she go to Barra Creek if not-

Hey, look, Dulcie, I know she's your partner.

And whatever happens next, this is not your fault, OK?

It's like what the Boss says, you didn't start the fire.

I think that's Billy Joel, not Bruce Springsteen.

-Is it? -Yeah.

Right. I think I always thought they were the same person.

-No, no. -OK.

Well, look, I know what your answer is going to be.

-But if you need a break from work- -No, I'm good. Thank you.

OK. Well, at least one of us will still be here to fight the good fight.

Huh?

Well, given what's happened with this,

I suspect Cotton's going to try and push me out.

He's had it in for me ever since he saw me take a flier from one of the Greens

at the Parap Markets.

Maybe retirement won't be such a bad thing, you know?

I think about birds a lot lately.

It just completely comes out of nowhere.

Finches, honey eaters, curlews.

I mean, I think that might be a sign it's time to retire, eh?

Oh! Wow. That is just too sweet.

-No, that's undrinkable. Give it here. -OK.

That's going down the sink.

Look, I've got to go. But I will keep in contact.

You just hang in there, Dulce. Alright?

-Col? -Yeah.

Um...

Eddie and Bushy weren't romantically involved, were they?

Uh, no.

[laughs] I mean, from all reports, they were at each other's throats.

What gave the impression that they were, uh, entwined.

Wilson and Green mentioned it.

But Eddie suspected that Bushy was having an affair

with someone out of Barra Creek.

Hm! What makes you say that?

Uh, they found a woman's name on a coaster in a box of Bushy's stuff.

OK. Right.

News to me.

[woman, on radio] And finally, the Territory's gearing

up for the first proper storm of the wet season tomorrow.

It's expected to get pretty wild,

so locals are urged to stay across updates.

-That's the latest! -[music plays on radio]

So what happened to your cop mate?

The one who wanders around like a sad moose.

We're exploring separate leads on the Don Darrell investigation.

Oh, so you mob don't think it was me that killed him anymore then, huh?

Hang on, hang on. Let me turn this down so I can hear your apology louder.

[music stops]

Obviously, that was a... a miscalculated misstep,

and I regretfully regret... that.

But, you know, there were mitigating circumcisions and...

beyond my control, which I...

And Pat fucked that. Pat fucked it.

Wow. Touching.

Well, good. Yeah, great.

Thanks for the water. You can drop me off at the pub.

[phone rings]

Why do family services always call from a random number

like they're calling in a bomb threat?

Don't listen to this, you. This is private.

How am I supposed to action that?

Hello. This is Mikaela Evans speaking.

-[Cherry] Mum. -Cherry?

Can you get Zooper Doopers?

I checked in the big freezer, but there's only dead crocodiles in there.

Uh, Cherry, what?

Yeah, you put them in there, Mum.

You said don't look at them because one of them doesn't have a head,

then I looked in there, and one of them doesn't have a head.

So, Mum, can you get Zooper Doopers?

[cupboard doors bang]

-[rattling] -[Cath] Oh, bloody broken door.

Oh, Dulcie, I've been calling you!

Leo said Eddie's been picked up by detectives. What's going on?

Um, uh...

They think that Eddie was somehow involved in Bushy's death.

-What? -I know. I know.

I feel as betrayed as you.

Is Eddie OK? This is insane. How are they even thinking that?

Well, a dumped vehicle was found

and it contained evidence that was linked to Bushy's death.

And when they ran the VIN through the system,

it showed that the vehicle belonged to Eddie.

-Oh, my God, who found the car? -Uh, I did. I found it.

OK, so what did Eddie say when you asked about it?

I didn't ask about it. I followed procedure

and I called the Land Cruiser in and things just went from there.

And now Eddie's under suspicion for murder?

Oh, that was out of my control, Cath!

OK.

Look, I'm quite busy, so if you are once again upset with me for doing my job,

then we will just have to reschedule this fight for another time.

-A conversation isn't a fight, Dulce. -Look, I had to do it, Cath!

Have you seen this box of... of... of Bushy's stuff?

We need it for evidence.

And you know it's not just a bullet in the car, Cath.

Eddie was in Barra Creek

Eddie lied to me. Eddie lied to both of us.

Dulcie, Eddie's our family.

No. Just because we are arm-pit deep in that person's old sports bras

does not make them family.

I mean, we've known Eddie for what? What? A few months?

We don't actually even really know who Eddie is.

You think Eddie killed Bushy?

I think that we need to let the investigation run its course.

And if Eddie is innocent, then they have nothing to worry about.

-Well, I hope you're right, Dulce. -Oh, good.

'Cause you've just handed Eddie over to a system

which we both know treats people like you and me

very differently to people like Eddie.

Christ, Cath! Wh- I mean, what do you want from me?

I don't want anything from you.

Oh, you want things for... What does that-

I mean, what does that even mean?

That is Schrodinger's bloody opaque statement, Cath.

Dulce,

when you started as a cop, I was scared shitless for you.

I had no idea how a principled gay woman would survive

in a moral fuckpit like that.

I thought you'd quit immediately and become a postie.

But you stayed, and now I realise that I was worried about the wrong thing.

Because you are burying yourself so deep in being a cop,

speeding from one case to another,

to avoid ever having to be Dulcie.

Which makes total sense, given you come from a family

who only ever gave you their weird half-love

when you were working overtime not to be yourself.

But fear and shame make life small and shit, Dulce, and...

I don't want that for you.

All I've ever wanted

is for you to love all of you like I do.

But your job has made you shed

all these big, important parts of who you are.

By the end, there'll be none of you left.

I'm scared that's happening already,

'cause Dulcie would never have done that to Eddie.

I don't see Dulcie at all in this decision.

I just see a cop.

I'm going to try and get onto Eddie,

and then I'm going to Google a cocktail sauce recipe for Pat's prawns,

although I suspect it's just mayonnaise and tomato sauce.

Maybe Tabasco's involved.

-I love you. -[bead rattle]

[door closes]

[gentle, melancholic music plays]

Ugh!

[sighs]

[exhales]

[line rings]

[recording] Yes, this is Detective Eddie Redcliffe.

Leave a message at the tone.

-[beep] -Eddie, um...

I'm so sorry. I, um...

I... I know that you didn't kill Bushy.

Of course you didn't kill Bushy.

I just, um... I'm...

I'm just very hot, and...

these socks are... my pants, my buttons,

they're a little... they're a little bit tight.

And... and my pants...

Polyester blend was a... was a huge mistake, and...

you know, I thought it wouldn't wrinkle, and it doesn't, but at what cost?

It is definitely giving me thrush. I am riddled with it. I lied.

I'm, uh, I'm just, I'm really, I'm so sorry.

[sobs] I'm really sorry about everything.

I'm... I'm a bit lost, I think, and...

I, uh, I am going to fix this, so...

Yeah. Ugh.

You're completely right.

Everybody should be asking why Bushy was in Barra Creek.

It doesn't matter why you were in Barra Creek.

[laughs]

Oh, God. OK.

You're not going to listen to this. Right.

[Eddie] What the fuck's going on here?

Well, some psycho was killing and mutilating salties.

These are the crocs from Mary and Lynn's cool room.

-Mm-hm. -It was you keeping them there.

You were the one who moved them.

Yeah, because I didn't want you all up in my business.

-Why? -Oh, you know,

I just thought you had enough on your plate.

-Because I don't like cops. -Yeah, alright.

Well, it's my totem! Cops don't give a shit.

I do! My brother's a crocodile.

-That's not the same. -[Cherry] Yes! She's here.

-[Miki] Yes. -Mum, did you get Zooper Doopers?

Yeah, I did, but I just put them in the freezer.

-So, turn around, walk back inside, please. -Nothing to see.

This is adult stuff we're talking about. Tax returns and... and day procedures.

-Go on. -Really boring.

-[Cherry] Have you had a blue one? -[Clay] Yeah. Tastes like blue.

[Eddie] Well, how many are there?

Three here, five at work, then there's a little female

that those horrors white women ran off with yesterday, she's still missing.

This sicko must really get off on killing them,

because that's nine protected species,

each one representing about ten years jail sentence or 200,000 in fines.

200,000 times nine equals, well...

I think you and I both know what that equals.

-Yeah. Right. -Yeah.

-Frank. -Uh, no! No.

Before you go teeing off at your father,

some of these turned up while he was still in lockup, OK?

So, he's innocent.

You leave him alone,

otherwise, truest God, I will sacrifice all the work,

all the growth, all the inner peace,

and I will fucking ram you into the PE cupboard like I did in 2001.

Alright! Relax your lats. Fuck.

Well, so who's the psycho killing these crocs, then?

Ugh! I simply would have led with that if I knew.

-Oh, you simply would have led with that. -[Clay] Mum!

Are the Zooper Doopers ready yet?

No, Clay, they've been in there for about 40 seconds, mate.

The thing is, I don't recognise these crocs.

Like, they're not juveniles, but they're small and they're skinny.

I don't know, maybe I'm just...

shit at my job and I'm missing them when I do my counts along the river.

[Cherry] Mum, where are the scissors?

On the string, Cherry, unless you cut them off again.

Did you cut them off the string again, Cherry?

Hang on, why do you need scissors?

[Cherry] For the Zooper Doopers!

[Miki] They're not even frozen yet! Oh, my God!

-You're not shit at your job. -Huh?

These crocs aren't from the river.

There's holes in their scutes.

I reckon it's from one of these.

It's a tracking device.

The psycho's getting them from a fucking croc farm.

[Dulcie] Hi. I was wondering if Lisa's here.

-Lisa? -Yeah.

I think you might have made a wrong turn somewhere.

Lisa's not here.

Ah, right, OK. Um...

Do you have an address?

I'll give you a lift.

Uh...

No, there's no need. You've got all this hosing to do.

I'm going to Lisa anyway. The van's just there.

[faintly] OK.

[Abby] OK, chapter 38 is a lot of nipple play.

Cath's underlined the whole thing.

Chapter 39... Ooh, nature.

"The path wound through a forest of delicate monsoonal trees

that rose like a lover's fingers,

ready to caress the women's pendulous milky-"

-No, not milky. Ugh, not milky. -Uh, get it away from me, Leo.

I know I syringe dead people's eyeballs,

but this colonial orgasm book is fucking rank!

-Why is everything in it so wet? -[faint susurration]

Wait, Leo, do you hear water?

That's it. Give it to me!

-No, no, please, no, Abby! Ugh. -Give it back to me!

"They penetrated the bush towards the climax of a curvaceous mound-"

[Leo] Read it in your head!

"Dripping with desire, they mounted the banks of an ancient waterhole.

Greta parted her moist lips.

'This', she whispered, 'is Breathless Falls.'"

Oh, for fuck's sake!

[woman screaming]

[screaming]

[moaning]

[screaming]

[screaming]

-[moaning] -[gasps]

-[Abby] Oh, you're alive! -[women exclaim]

[Abby] We've been looking for you!

[woman] What? Close the fucking door! Who the fuck are you?

-Fuck off! -I'm from Tasmania.

-[Leo] Abby, close the door! -[Abby] Sorry!

[indistinct chatter]

Yes, it looks like you've had a bit on, Rox.

[Rox] Mm.

-OK, who wants prawns? -Oh, yeah, th... that'd be great.

Thanks, Cath.

-Is Dulce coming? -Uh, she wishes she could.

She's just tied up with work at the moment.

Oh, yeah, yeah. No, no, of course. [chuckles]

[phone buzzes and rings]

[laughs] That'll be them.

They'll be all caught up in those roadworks on the freeway.

Hello.

[distorted voice] I know what you did.

[plastic clinks dully]

Happy birthday, Pat.

OK, piss shit.

[Miki] Come on, you kids sit down over there.

What do you know about this tracking device?

I found it in your scooter.

Look...

I know you didn't kill those crocs I pinned you for, OK?

Some other psycho, probably... the same psycho

who stitched you up for Don's murder.

There's something else going on.

So, I got it wrong. I got it wrong.

Happy?

Oh, come on. Rift and repair.

Fuck! Fine, I'm sorry!

-Don't say it to me, say it to him! -Christ.

-I'm sorry. Yeah, OK? -For what?

For putting him in jail!

Christ! Fucking hell, I did a fucking sorry.

-You happy? -Not forgiven.

Ugh, fuck me dead.

-Frank. -Oh, g'day, Miki.

Yep. Where did you get this tag?

I found it on a dead croc.

Sickly little girl.

This one was lying dead on the bank near my joint.

That's ten.

When I saw it, I thought someone's stitching me up again.

-Probably that cunting bastard Darrell. -[phone rings]

-[Mary] Frank, your order's up. -So, I returned her to sender.

Put her in his donga.

[phone continues ringing]

-Backpack. -[Abby] No, Eddie, ma'am, it's Abby.

Leo figured out Don's message.

He was saying he knew who killed those "skinny little girls".

His words, not mine. He said he had... [continues speaking]

Don knew which psycho was killing those salties.

We thought he was talking about the backpackers,

but Leo and I just found Astrid and Ebba.

Don was wrong.

Fuck! They're still alive.

-Yeah! And they're lesbians. -You guys, listen.

Don was talking about crocodiles.

Drill the backpackers. Find out what he was telling them in DJ's video.

Just wring 'em out like a tea towel,

because whoever killed those crocs killed Don Darrell too.

[rustling]

[phone rings]

[man] Yep.

[indistinct]

[Dulcie whispers] Jesus.

[starts engine]

[Eddie] Right, you two, start talking.

Well, we spoke to the backpackers.

Wait, should we wait for Dulcie-ma'am?

[Eddie] Nah, forget about her. Bin her.

She's a rat-faced cunt liar

who thinks I killed Bushy and because of that, I've been stood down.

And now I'm a suspect in Bushy's murder.

-[Abby] What? -You fuckin' what now?

So, it's just the four of us now? The awesome foursome.

Remember that? '92 Olympics.

Banger of a theme tune that year!

[sings loudly] ? Amigos para siempre means we'll always be good friends

? Amigos para siempre means I love that...

Fuck me! What is that smell?

Ugh, it's everywhere!

It's like a dead chicken fingered and even deader fish.

Yes. That's exactly what it is.

-What? Where are you going? -I'll be back.

I know what the smell is!

Eddie, Astrid and Ebba said that Don didn't tell them anything.

They were actually showing Don this business card.

[Abby] It's a phone number ending in 888

that's crossed out and there's a new number written underneath.

Yeah, I can read that. But where did this card come from?

They said that some guy gave it to them when they were working here at the pub.

The guy said he was the liaison for this business called LISA.

[Man] Missed the induction.

[Eddie] OK, Big Eyes, but why did the liaison approach the backpackers?

What- What did he want from them?

[Abby] Well, Astrid said he was offering them a job.

-[Eddie] A job? -[Abby] Yeah.

He was recruiting them to work at LISA.

But what is LISA? What job was he trying to get them to do?

[Abby] It was working as hostesses on these tours.

Well, they said the liaison called them tours,

but they didn't pursue it further 'cause it sounded illegal.

[Eddie] What do you mean? Why did they think it was illegal?

[Abby] Because they were going up in helicopters

and shooting crocodiles.

[thunder rumbles]

I found the missing croc. This 308 was in her skull.

That's a long-range cartridge.

-They're hunting them. -[Miki] Yep, trophy hunting.

Fucking rich cunts!

Big Eyes, did they say who's behind this?

Who this fucking liaison is?

Well, they said it was a male man.

-That it was- It wasn't a mail man. -[phone rings] -[Leo] Yeah, they get it.

[Eddie] Who's this cunt?

Wait. Give us that card, Backpack.

Holy fuck, it's the same number, the one that's crossed out.

-Oh, shit! -The liaison!

Hello?

[distorted voice] I know what you did.

-Who is this? Who is it? -[line beeps]

-Who- -[phone rings]

-It's my phone. -Ah, yep.

-It's the same 888 number. -Answer it.

Hello?

-[distorted voice] I know what you did. -[faintly] ...you did.

Hear an echo?

Cherry?

-I know what you did. -[kids laugh]

They said they found it out bush two days ago.

They wouldn't say where.

It's a burner, ma'am.

The call history shows that before today it was only used to call one other number.

Call it. Call the number, Big Eyes.

[line rings]

-[phone rings] -[thunder rumbles]

Who the fuck is this?

Ballsack? Is that you?

If you'd just come this way, please, we'll get you sorted with a rifle.

Here. We'll be airborne soon.

[theme music plays]

[music ends]

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