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Who is Don in the land dispute with?

The Dongalaba Corporation.

Al, we know your family was involved in
a land dispute with Don Darryl. What it

looks like is you dragging a very dead
Don Darryl up the jetty towards the

Dongalaba. He wasn't dead. He was shit
-faced.

He was alive when I left him.

Isaac found it with weds and some
mangroves. A dick and a bum.

Yeah, it's a dick bum.

Redcliffe directing Sergeant Ferguson,
the conductor premises says today that

wasn't great.

Eddie did what?

Frank's been up to his old tricks again,
hasn't he? Doing what, Eddie?

Poaching wild crocs, Collins, okay?

We have our own case. Someone else went
out to the donger after our left, so I

need you here not fixating on your dad.
I didn't poach any crocs. What is this,

Frank? Did you chop Don Daryl?

Found a police -issue handgun with two
rounds missing, and we're just hoping to

identify the owner.

This is a bloody dog act, but it
wouldn't be your first dog act, would

Gwena? Probably won't be your last dog
act, will it?

I'm getting out. I'm going to get in the
car. No, you will not be doing that.

I'm just going to charge it up and then
zap, zap, zap. Get it out. I'm happy

with your little pigeon toys.

Get down, Eddie.

Put your belt on.

We will question Frank formally in our
kitchenette with a recording device.

Why'd you fucking do it? Eddie, Eddie,
no.

It was a stick job. Oh, come on. You've
been talking about killing Don Darryl

for 40 years. We found a chainsaw buried
in your backyard like a dead budgie.

Not to mention the fact that Leo found
some of your crap in the river scrap.

What was it, Collins?

What was it? Hey?

Um... We will talk about that later.
Yeah, we will talk about it later. It

something big, wasn't it? You are a shit
creek without a snorkel, mate. Those

forensics are searching every nook and
sonny at Don's Donger, and if they so

much as find a silver cube of yours, you
are going down.

You got me.

I done it.

I murdered John Darryl.

How'd you fucking do it? Eddie, Eddie,
no. You've really stepped it up,

shitface. You're going down.

A Jew is going to have no trouble at all
imagining the bunny hops you've made

from fucking animal cruelty to full
-blown fucking homicide.

I'm going to cook you like a three
-course dinner, mate. It's going to be

meat and a fucking viennetta. Collins,
don't answer that. Of course I'm not

going to answer that. You've been
fucking lying. I'm just going to turn it

I'm right here.

Uh,

Detective Collins?

Hi, Cole.

We've got a bit of a problem at HQ.

Double -page spread in a national
fucking paper.

Full colour.

The son, DJ Darryl says.

The cops went after Jason Wade.

Hipso facto, they think he murdered my
dad.

So there it is, it's black and fucking
white. It's not black and white, it's a

full colour spread. We never discussed
anything of the kind with DJ Sir.

Commissioner, could we seek a legal
retraction from the paper? He called

Wade a murderer, right? You tell him,
fuck that cock. What the fuck are you

wearing? Oh, well, you said you were
coming in at ten and I had running

Close your legs, mate. One of your nuts
is... No, no, no, that's a pocket, sir.

That's a very low hanging pocket.

Ah,

here we go again.

Every weekend these eight -foot fucking
seamans from that gay club knob across

the alley hurl shit at us.

Vomit, dingers filled with jizz. I'm
sure here he thinks we should march with

him in pride.

No, well, I asked my 20 -year -old about
that, and she said no.

That's unbelievable.

Because you bunch of fucks have been up
at Barra Creek five fucking days, and by

all reports, your investigation has
changed direction more times than a bat

a fucking concussion.

Oh, we would agree that it has been a
bit of a bumpy start, sir, but we are

currently piecing together a picture.

A picture?

This isn't a 1 ,000 -piece puzzle of a
fucking puppy in a hat. We haven't got

time to let this drag out, particularly
if Don Darrell's... seagull family keeps

walking to the pratt well actually
commissioner the detectives had a

breakthrough overnight they found a
chainsaw at the property of a person of

interest oh good because blunt team has
made a breakthrough too really have they

yeah two backpacks were found at river
creek by a hunter and his pig dog So if

you don't finish pushing together your
pictures, I'm going to hand your case

over to Blunt so fast that your heads
will spin off your necks like a fucking

Greek discus. Do you understand?

Fucking spin your head off like a
fucking discus? We do understand. We

absolutely understand.

Yes, sir. Put the fucking pants on,
Colton, before I involve HR.

Yes, sir.

Well, wasn't he delightful?

Proud to serve with him.

Fucking cotton. Taking our case and
giving it to Blunt. Kath, you need us to

pick something up from the cucka trucker
for ladies day night. What the fuck is

that? And Pat's also messaged, Roger
claims Frank's detainment contravenes

right to ipsum lorem. Okay, yep, all
right, Roger's not a real lawyer.

Eddie!

Eddie! I'm coming through next to Nob.
Chasing the fans.

Okay, Pat also wants to know how long do
you think we'll be holding Frank

because he wants a continental breakfast
from the pub and it costs $38. Take

bread and gruel the cunt. Oh, I am going
to text the C word to Pat, Eddie. Yep.

Okay, so we can't hold Frank forever.

Well, we're not going to let him go. He
confessed, and there was evidence in his

yard. Okay, well, the Chamber needs to
be analysed, and his confession was

informal. To charge him, we need to
build a case. We have a motive.

Frank found King, okay? And that rat
bastard Don took the credit. So for 40

years, Frank's been farting hot air
about killing Don, and now he's finally

it. So he's so fake that Frank did it.
But we need a motive that is reasonable,

not crock -faced.

Hey, crock -faced motives are
reasonable. Next, we need to ascertain

could have done this.

Okay, big eyes will autopsy the dick bum
and test the chainsaw.

Backpack can look into its orange. We're
like an investigative turd. Well, Leo

said they can't work with us today.

What? Mementos? Why not?

So, DJ, what are some of your fondest
memories of your dad?

I'll tell you my fondest memory, Leon,
all right?

It's in fucking ways. It's raining.

It's over!

DJ, Rabbit said the cops were
questioning someone else from Land O

Who? Who was it? I don't know who it
was.

My dad saw lights in the sky once.

They hovered there and just flew away.

Two days later, King had his leg.

Thanks, Troy. That's great colour.

God help us.

Pat, is Reddy and that other copper in
there?

Nah, sorry, Mick. I don't know where
they are.

Why was my brother questioned by them
yesterday?

Hey. Do you want to come inside? I just
made a cuppa. No, no, no. I'll stick to

the perimeter, thanks. Like it's
Chernobyl.

Listen, why wasn't Legal Aid notified?

Oh, I'd pop my head in. That was nothing
serious.

They were just chatting to Al about, you
know, why he was at the don or with Don

on the night he was murdered.

Right, yeah, it was all good. Al let
them know he was out on the river on the

big King Tide cultural business, of
course. And they sent him on his way.

Mum, look at me.

I met young Mav yesterday.

He wasn't too keen on me giving him a
lift home.

Yeah, well, Mav doesn't know you, Pat.
The cops put his dad in jail.

Hmm, I see. He's had a few reigns with
the law, too.

Well, I guess that might colour things
for him. You tell those two next time

they want to chat to my brother. They
need an advocate president. Oh, no, no,

they won't be questioning him anymore.
They're holding someone else now.

Who? It's not my mob. Oh, I'm not at
liberty to say, love.

Pat! I need to make a lunch order.

All right, Frank.

Just keep it down, mate.

I want a chicken parma and a lots of
cheesecake for my wife and my foodie.

Let's give you lots to Uncle Rogers, eh?
And let's not kick the kick with his

artwork this time, please. How do we
know what's his art and what's his

All right, you swampy fucks. This is a
lock -in until you lots start talking

about Sunday night.

You're our first quarrel. Come on.

Snitch it up.

How'd you hate the news about Bushy's
gun being found?

Oh, I haven't told her yet. I was going
to tell her last night, but then her dad

got arrested.

And now City HQ has put this absurd time
pressure on us, like it is cake pop

week on a baking show.

Did you see this old scrote, this bike
here?

Oh, yeah.

He was here on Sunday night.

He left at 11 .15 after my set. I
remember him because he got mad at me

he didn't know Cacklin Rosie.

What? I think it's a song about a witch,
maybe.

Like a jolly witch. What did you say?

Crackling Rosie? No, Shane Job.

Neil Diamond. How the fuck do you not
know that song? Play it now.

Play it now.

Play it now, my baby.

Crackling. Crackling Rosie.

No Yule History. Hey, men, where are you
going? Hey, I've got questions for you.

Did my old man have his goody here
Sunday night?

Oh, poor love.

It's unhealthy to keep all that inside.

Remember when we lost Angela Lansbury?
That dog that we had for three weeks?

Yeah, her death was so sudden and I
didn't process it properly and it gave

those hemorrhoids.

This is like the Mariana Trench.

It's really important to feel your
feelings and do the healing before your

gets involved.

Okay, I'm going to hose out those
portaloos for Linda Mary's party.

I love you, Sophie.

Good luck telling Eddie about Bush's
gun.

Eddie! Here.

Okay. Laura the Explorer said Frank
lived here on this scooter at 11 .15.

drone showed Al and Don on the jetty at
11 .30, so Frank must have arrived at

the donger after Al left.

Right, and Lynn thinks it was fully
charged.

Yeah, because he bums her power every
time he comes to town.

It's Abby. Hang on, she's saying there's
no sign of the chainsaw at Forensics.

She doesn't think it's there.

What? You told Luke to travel it to
Forensics, yeah? Yes, I did.

I mean...

In my head, but maybe not with my mouth.
Okay, okay, so where is the chainsaw

now? No, I had it, okay? I fucking had
it. I wrapped it up and then I put it...

I don't fucking know, okay? Frank was
calling me a snitch. He came at me with

creaky little lat and so I went, ah
-choo, like that, and then fucking

got a red ant bite, so Frank pulled his
dick out and pissed on the sting.

There was a lot going on. Okay, so the
chainsaw is still at Frank's?

I don't know, maybe, yeah, probably.

Okay, well, it is our only actual
evidence, so we should probably get out

and get that. Okay, well, then we'll get
Leo to take this out to the donger, and

they can time out the journey, see if
the battery can make 6k.

Wait, Leo's not working with us today.

Fuck!

Okay, well then you can write this out
when we get back then. No, no. I never

fit on that. I look like a Soviet circus
bear. Detective, the suspect has a

message for you. No, no. Do not do it.
Do not tell me that he has changed his

confession or some shit. The suspect has
changed his lunch order. He now wants a

dozen oysters Kilpatrick and something
called a steak cake cooked well done.

Luke,

what are you doing now?

I need to get the chainsaw from Barrow
Creek, Diane.

Well, you've been put on death duty.
Yes, I know I have. But why? You have

removed from your team due to a
personality clash.

Hang on. Lauren and Oliver complained
about me? But they don't even know my

name. Well, Toby also showed signs of
discomfort with you, as evidenced by his

severe constipation.

Can I at least have access to lab three
so I can autopsy Don Daryl's pelvis?

I don't have a swipe card.

Don Daryl is not a priority for us,
miss. Until the task force needs you,

can unpack the dishwasher and
consolidate the communal Vegemite jars

kitchen. Thank you. A touch report needs
to be done on him, Diane.

And the chainsaw needs to be tested too
because that was the thing that was used

to disarticulate him.

I bagged the chainsaw up. And where the
fuck did I put it?

Hi, Luke.

Had to go with a scooter.

Maybe. It was where I was drinking. Hey!
My kite!

Okay.

Oh, here it is.

Collins have found it. It's over here in
front of Pippa Pet's cage.

What a shock.

Yes, we'll come get you.

What the fuck?

Fucking Frank.

Shitster.

Yes, see you soon. Bye.

Eddie.

Eddie, have you got the chainsaw?

Yep. It's just here.

Hey, we should grab some of Frank's bric
-a -brac -a while we're out here as

well. Might help us with the cause of
death.

We've got loads of weapons out here. A
shotgun, meat hook, samurai sword.

He could have sat that on his scooter
when he went to the pub. Moon boot done

yet? We should get him to collect up
this shit and do the fuck boring drive

to Darwin Watt.

Luke didn't make it to the donger. The
battery died three k's out of town. So

unless Frank walked the rest of the way,
he didn't follow Don from the pub to

the donger.

Yeah. Yeah.

Frank didn't follow Don from the pub to
the donger. Exactly.

He has the muscle mass of a pipe
cleaner, Eddie. There's no way he could

any of this. I think we should
reconsider the validity of his

He scooted here to his joint and then,
then he went to the donger. What? How,

Eddie? By a slingshot? No. And the crow
flies because the crow avoids all roads,

bridges and security cameras. Come on,
Colin.

We need to be like the crow. No, Eddie,
we do not need to be like the crow. We

need to be like the police.

We take the chainsaw to forensics.

Evidence protocols are not a serving
suggestion.

Yeah, so this party is Lynn and Mary's
first big event. I'm practising crop

-sucking cowboys.

Butterscotch snaps and a layer of Irish
cream for the juice.

I think, yeah, nah, I'm looking forward
to my retirement party. Oh, yeah, great.

Booked a private dining room.

I've pre -ordered a whole lot of prawns.
Oh, good.

I mean, you know, after 40 years of
service, I expect to be a pretty good

turnout.

I started in the force when I was 20,
just after I got married.

But my husband, he didn't understand
this job is a calling, so we divorced.

Then he died, apparently.

Right. Now I need to pick up Frank's
stage cake.

When you said we'd cross a river in your
childhood boat, wasn't expecting one

that you've built out of plastic barrels
and zip ties in the 90s, Eddie. Shut

up. I'm thinking.

Okay, this is definitely Frank's tingy.
I can tell by the portside piss thing.

So what's happened is he rowed it over
here to the donger side of the river.

Then that old grog bog has dragged it up
here.

Eddie, let's just show Frank's been over
here. It doesn't prove he was here on

Sunday night.

The boat could get up this high if it
was a big fuck -off tide, and according

Al and his king tide cultural business,
it was a king tide on Sunday.

So, all right.

Frank's fucking bush -bashed it all the
way to Don.

Eddie, Eddie, what are we doing? Our
water bottles are still in the car. Come

on, Collins.

Move your boobs. The dong is just on the
other side of the DRR.

That's it.

I'll drive to Perth. I'm ripped now.
I've got a phone.

All right, bye.

Did you find a phone?

Yeah, it's here. It's a flip phone.

I wonder whose car this is. Do you
reckon we could sell it?

Got to get it running first, bruv.

You reckon it's here because aliens
picked it up but it was too heavy so

dropped it again?

It's not aliens.

Well, if it wasn't aliens, how'd it get
here then? Yeah.

Uncle Roger says there's the biggest mob
light tonight.

Aliens bring these things up to their
spaceship.

He says it's a government conspiracy.

I see.

I'll check us out, Clay.

Yep.

And Sherry, it's definitely not yours.
No, Pap Gabe told us where she cleaned

out lost properties.

Okay, perfect. We have no reception.

Come on. You're a lesbian on a bushwalk.
Just be guided by your gay.

Oh, well, you know, Eddie, if I'd known
that we were going on this enterprise,

my gay would have guided me to a snake
-centric first aid kit and my camel

bladder. All right, all right. Yes, yes.

We should have brought Cass' drink
bottles.

My piss back there's like pumpkin soup.
But it's all good.

We're in the DRR. I know this place like
the moles on my fucking tits. Plus, if

any grey men try anything, I've got the
reflexes of a liger and a police -issued

gun. Pew, pew!

Look, uh, Eddie, speaking of police
-issued guns... Fuck my dick.

What?

Fruity juice.

I knew it.

Frank walked this track.

It's his signature chewing.

Frank has sat here smoking a fag and
chewing on his pineapple cup and look,

there's another wrapper.

Frank must have been nervous. He was
chewing like a cow at a rave. Sorry, how

you know it's Frank?

Because no one else thinks that.

Tastes like toucan piss.

Come on, call us. Come on.

Come on!

The dong is just up here.

Hey, wait, Eddie, I mean, those tropical
chewing gum wrappers could be anyone's.

It doesn't mean it's connected to Frank
or Don's murder, so can we just forget

about the donger and... No, shut your
ring.

Okay. Fruity juice has a short flavour
window, so if Frank started a bit back

there on that log, then he'd be looking
to get rid of it somewhere.

Eddie! Somewhere, like right... here.

I fucking told you Frank was here.

Bag it.

Geek rocket.

We got him.

Let's get back to town and charge that
rat fucker.

Hey, Terry, can you stop playing with
that mic, please, Bob?

No, why?

Because it's giving me a real bad
headache in my ears. Hey, Uncle Roger

might play that slide all day to near
pizza news.

Yep, yep. So proud, tell you what.

Hey, what did you get up to?

We found a cool tree. Yep, we played
that all day.

You played a cool tree all day?

Okay.

Hey, what's that?

Is it the buffalo?

Is it Bob?

I wish.

Jump over, you two.

No, it's clay. Meat farted. I didn't do
meat fart. That was Bob.

Eddie, it's getting dark and I don't
recognise anything.

Told you, I know my shit.

Eddie, we didn't pass that before.

Yeah, we did. It was probably hiding
behind a fat bandana. You know, I may be

dangerously low on electrolytes, but I
reckon I would have remembered a four

-wheel drive in our path.

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

VIN. Just leave it.

It's due diligence. No, come on. We've
got to get you home before a mozzie

your moot. Boat's just down there.

It's not just there, Eddie. Just there
is just more bugs because we are lost.

No. I have a perfect sense of direction
because of the mercury bird magnet in my

brain. Eddie, you don't have a mercury
bird magnet in your brain. How do you

know? Because you are not a bloody bird.

You're just pissed I got the result.

Oh, my God.

You know what?

What? I knew we should have turned back
and not pursued your half -cocked plan.

Excuse me, not half a cock, a whole
cock. My better judgment, I followed you

now I am dehydrated.

There are bugs just nibbling at me like
I am a corncob and we are lost.

I got the evidence we needed, didn't I?
Well, that doesn't matter if we die

getting it, Eddie. Why did you follow me
if I am such a half a cock then, hey?

Why? What's wrong with you? Well, I've
just been a little bit preoccupied all

day, Eddie, because Bushy's so... His
gun was found in the river yesterday.

And, okay, yes, I was waiting to tell
you at a more appropriate time, but

actually been a nightmare all day. Yeah,
yeah, great. Gotcha. It's half of the

update. Okay, you're welcome.

Also, sorry I didn't know that Bushy's
body was found around here.

It wasn't.

It was found 200 k's away, wrapped up in
a net like a dead man quality string.

But his gun was here.

So was he in Barrow Creek when he died?
What does it matter where he was,

whether he was here or fucking
straddling a satellite up in space,

He still topped himself, so just fucking
leave it.

Good, you're not dead.

That makes it easier.

Mickey.

Again, Luke, we're very sorry we forgot
about you. I will be taking tomorrow for

personal leave.

Get a load of the weather today. It's
pretty, pretty

cool.

Have them mammary test clouds, you know,
the ones with white boobs.

Thoughts of violence when they attack.

Dying here to start trouble, I'm just
here to say facts.

You can't paint me how you wanna paint
cracks. And I'm tied to my mug, got my

mug on my back.

Day three of the Bassnanza and the $200
,000 Golden Barra is still out there.

That's right, Beefy, but today is all
about the girls. Because it's Ladies'

It certainly is. And, Skinny, apparently
there's a Ladies' Day night event at

the Barra Creek Park. Ah, when's that,
today?

No, that's tonight.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to avoid that. Yeah,
we'll be staying off the road.

I can't believe you were lost. I didn't
even know.

Oh, no, I wouldn't say we were lost. I
would have combusted if I knew. Lucky I

had my new book, you know, from the pub
book swap. It's called Breathless Falls.

Turns out it's lazy porn. I ended up
wanking all night. I'm Red Roar,

Oh, that's no good.

It's written in 1945.

It's about these two Roars. They went to
a waterfall called Breathless Falls and

they came across this old hut and they
just started fucking in the hut.

It's incredible.

I'm in a constant state of coming. I'm
in a come loop, doll.

All right, I'm done. Have you washed
your bits?

Yes.

Oh, fuckity, I forgot our towel.

Can you just wait?

Hi, Joy. Hi,

Kath. Hi, Dulcie. Hi, Joy. Yes, it is.

Thank you. Nice to see you.

Do you want my towel, Kath?

Oh, no, no. I'll just drip dry.

We'll drive. A white land cruiser has
vanished without a trace. White land

cruiser. Great job.

You've called superintendent.

Cole, Cole, leave a message.

Cole, it's Dulcy. I think I found the
backpacker's vehicle, so call me back.

Hey. Hey, Leah, have you seen Eddie?

Uh, no. I wanted to talk to you about my
interview with the Darrells. That's

fine. There's no need to apologise.

Oh, no, I'm not apologising. It's Abby.
Oh, hi, ma 'am. I can't autopsy the

pelvis because Diane won't let me into
the lab because she's a human sphincter,

but... Have you seen the WhatsApp I
created for you, me and man?

Uh, no, I haven't. Oh.

No worries. Have the task force found
anything at the mine site?

Um, no. So far they've only found a
bunch of feral pig bones, which are

connected to the backpackers as they
sound.

Okay. How about Astrid and Ebba's
vehicle? Any sign of that?

No, that's still missing too.

In fact, the only thing the task force
has found at the River Creek mine site

are those random old backpacks. And I've
seen photos of them. They have more

southern cross flags on them than an
anti -vaxxer's bumper bar. So unless

and Ebba immediately became Australian
racist on their holiday, And that stuff?

That doesn't belong to them.

They're still out there. I agree, ma
'am. Whatever happened to them...

Detective?

I went to go and collect the suspect's
breakfast this morning.

The detective Regcliffe already picked
up the suspect's breakfast on her way to

interview him, which made my trip
completely and utterly redundant.

Sorry, Eddie is interrogating Frank
without me. Yes, but she didn't pay for

I did.

So I'd like to be reimbursed a full $37
.50, please.

Stop it. Luke?

Yeah, exactly, man. Stop her.

You tell Detective Redcliffe that while
she is interviewing a suspect without

me, I'm off to the DRR on another lead.
I'll be back in half an hour. Abby, I've

got to go.

Okay, check the group chat. Where should
your phone be, miss?

Well, my phone should be in my locker,
Diane.

Mm -hmm.

But you know what? Lab equipment should
be sterilized in the autoclave, not

stacked in the dishwasher by you and put
on a 30 -minute ecocycle. I mean,

corrosive beakers covered in fuck knows
what next to people's food containers

and reusable straws. For shame, Diane.

Now imagine what the prof would think of
you if he heard this from me.

What do you want, Abigail?

I think you know what I want, Diane.

How'd you sleep last night, Frank?

What's the threat count of the sheeps in
here?

Zero? Huh? These weren't rice bubbles.

No idea. These are my rice bubbles.

Ah.

Delicious.

Went back to your place.

Found your little brother's green trail
of fruity juice wrappers all the way to

Dawn's Donger. You got anything to say
about that?

No? Doesn't matter.

Because I've fucking got you, mate. I've
got you.

You loaded up Don with croc -sucking
cowboys. Then you row, row, rowed your

over the river. You bush -bashed into
Don's place, bumped him off, hacked him

up, dumped his body, and then you row,
row, rowed your boat.

Colin!

Colin!

What's this? Why are you... Speedwalk
with me. I need to talk to you about my

Daryl family interview.

Yeah, well, you really side -fucked us
with that, Leo, but apology accepted.

not apologising. DJ Daryl said that John
had me sent to the speedway. Collins,

you in here?

Frank, Timmy is still on the donger side
of the river.

Someone go take a lift home.

Do you hear me?

Someone else is at the donger. Frank had
an accomplice. That boy's not talking.

Someone else is involved.

Sorry, Joy. Ignore that. That was just a
funny joke. Um, yeah, sorry.

Backpack, can I just give you a bit of
advice?

Later, babe.

Uh, I haven't been with the tour where
you can sing.

I know.

Spain? Yeah, probably.

Why not?

Anyway, what were you saying?

The public used my work message bank to
report crocodile -based tip -offs. I

went through the messages in my first
week on the job and then I've never

listened to them again because I don't
want to.

I respect that, Leo.

Thanks. But last night I found this
message from Don. He left this.

two days before he was murdered.

Leon, it's Don Daryl. 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 I know... Is that a
doctor?

The people behind this will try and kill
me to keep the truth from getting out.

The only way I aren't happy is if
they're booting me out. But I won't shut

Leon. I'm a truth teller.

Meet me Monday.

DJ!

Obviously, I didn't meet with Don on the
Monday because he was dead. Well, who

wanted to kill him? Who's this group
he's talking about?

The NUA, the local conspiracy theorists
who trade in the cooker classics,

aliens, 5G, World Economic Forum, the
Great Fire of London being started by a

rat spontaneously combusting.

Their current president is a Mr.

Surname Redacted.

Fucking Roger.

Frank's fucking garbage brother.

Phone in the box, please, Edwina.

Right, fine.

Done.

Come out.

5G, electro -smog, can't get you now,
Rog.

Now, Edwina, as a citizen of the
sovereign state of Magpie Goose Landing,

not acknowledge... Was Don Darrell a
member of the NUA UFO... And I do not

consent to answering your questions.

OK, no works. No fucking works, mate.

Just trying to get you involved.

I already know that Don was a member of
the NUA.

What was the information you didn't want
to get out, hey?

Did Don find out that you and Frank were
up to something?

Huh? Hang on.

Does Frank know that you buddied up to
Don while he was in the clink?

He doesn't. He had intel about the
pyramids in Antarctica. That's the only

reason I approved it.

Wowee! His best friend cheating on him
with his worst enemy.

This is like some bloody cooker Bermuda
love triangle. Don't you tell Frank.

This could end very badly for me at
winter. It's my boat.

But it's his big magnet. Okay.

I won't tell him if you answer my
questions, Rog.

I'll be a softball to start.

What the fuck were you up to on Sunday
night?

Lynne, Mary, I just spoke to some
fishers. They all misunderstood the

They thought it meant ladies' day night,
like the cricket.

So the whole comp's on their way now.

It's ladies' day night. It's a night
event for ladies' day. The DJ doesn't

here till...

Well, that's it, Mary.

It's over then. Guess I'll reunite with
my ex -husband. Maybe he'll stop

thinking it's gay to wash his bumhole.

Oi, where are you going?

I'm a lesbian with two lesbian mothers.
I know what women want.

Thanks, Flora. That's enough. Daddy,
where'd you get that car?

This bullshit.

She's dead in the river.

Let's go, girl.

Mickey, come on.

Better get down here.

I wasn't even with Frank on Sunday
night. Me and Mary came straight home.

is our doorbell can, time -stamped at 21
.47.

So, you're just up the road. You went
home, changed your shorts, met up with

Frank at the donger, and you did a
little night murder. No, I didn't yell

again. Just watch.

These cameras go 24 -7, 354.

You'll see the footage of the perimeter.
Mary's mini horse doing its bedtime

wee, but on the doorbell camera, you
won't see me because I'm tucked up in

wearing my bloody C -pad.

What's that?

C -pad.

That's personal, Edwina. Redact it.
Redact it. No, not the fucking CPAP.

Just replay the tape. There's a car
driving towards the donger.

Who the fuck is that?

Wait a minute.

I know that logo.

Caustic ulcerations.

200 mil.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Diane, but I had to
leave work early. I've got my period.

It's a big one.

Hi, Angelo. It's Leo Lee. I'm Polly.

Um, I'm making inquiries into a chainsaw
that you recently sold on Marketplace,

so call me back and I will answer the
phone, I guess.

This is a private event. It's just me. I
can't be out there anymore.

I feel like I just vomited into a
sleeve.

No, why did I give you my number?

White!

When are you killed, white guy?

When are you killed?

Look at this, white crook flock!

I thought you were. No, I was listening.

People love me. I'm like a modern day
Ned Kelly.

You've got to forget Jason White, DJ.

No, I'm going to destroy it. Wait, where
are you going?

Back to the party. Get your own way
home. No. Shona, have you seen Tegan?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Tegan, move your
bridge.

I'm going out.

Where's the salty? Over there.

They just came in with it. Did the cops
know? No. So you better get her out of

here. Yep, I'm on it. Be careful. And if
there's trouble, my cross will steal

that. Thanks.

Excuse me, I need that cross. My cross?

Why? You! Come out and bring it back
here!

Still got the shit with you.

Look at my little brother's flyways
accusing him of murder.

You were at the donger the night Don was
murdered.

I knew something was fucking off about
you. When I saw those pretty juice

wrappers in your cup holder, I thought,
oh, yuck, that's a bit of a turn off.

And now I know you had my geriatric rat
dad in your car.

Oh, fucking crap. I didn't turn off. A
little bit.

Well, I wasn't even out at Don's donger.

You're having a good night.

You drove past me. Roger and Mary drove
out. No, I didn't. Fuck.

Listen, I was out there because Don
snuck the donger over the boundary into

DRR, so I tried to drag it back with my
winch.

I only managed to pull it off its
blocks, though, because Frank was

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

Yeah, killing Don. Get that dungalaba
land dispute wrapped up quick, smart.

You're accusing me now?

Yeah. Are you fucking serious?

Don was still here at the pub when we
were at the donger. Ask Mary. She was on

lookout. Oh, bullshit, Mickey, okay? We
have footage of Don at the... the donger

at 11 .30pm. Flowers told me that Frank
left the pub after her set at 11 .15pm.

No, I was driving Frank home by 11
.15pm. Flowers, Sunday night, your set

finished at 11 .15pm, Frank left the pub
after that, yeah?

Oh, yeah, I forgot that Lynn cut my set
short because I was crying too much, so

I actually finished at nine.

See? Frank and I were long gone when Don
arrived.

Frank wasn't at the donger to kill Don,
Eddie.

He was dropping a dead croc off at Don's
cot. He was doing croc justice.

Just think it through, you dumb copper
dog fuckhead.

Why didn't they use this fucker? Tell me
the truth about all this shit then.

Why do you think? Because I was out
there doing something dodgy. So maybe

geriatric rat dab was trying to protect
me from you lot.

Because I've got three kids and they'll
get taken away from me if I get caught

putting one nubby pinky toe wrong.

Fucking hell. No, actually, you know
what? Fuck this.

A black fella didn't kill Don Darryl.
Because if black fellas were bumping off

every land -stealing white fella, 80 %
of this town would be dead.

Of all the settler blow -ins, I cannot
believe that didn't occur to you.

That's why we have the extra toilets.

Nikki!

the way from darwin i think my engine's
fallen out i got access to the dick bum

and i ran a tox report on john darrell
he wasn't drunk there was no alcohol

present in his system at all man john

darrell was incapacitated the night he
died because he was poisoned

detective this bullets from a police
issue weapon yeah it is

it keeps checking the serial number now
I knew the backpackers were driving a

white Land Cruiser, so this was just due
diligence to make sure it's not there.

But then it was burnt out last night,
though.

Yeah, I can barely read this bin because
it's so fire damaged. I don't think

that's a seven. I'm going to try a one.

Why did I listen to Eddie? The evidence
is gone now because I left it a whole

bumming day.

Don't stress. We'll figure it out.

Oh, here we go.

Hang on.

That's not the backpacker's car.

Oh, no, no, that can't be right.

Right, who's the vehicle registered to?

How did it get to the DRR?

The last time I saw that vehicle was a
night I pulled the silly bugger over for

drink driving.

We left the car on the side of the road.

Ma 'am, John had colonic ulcerations
from eating red meat laced with

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

I think someone put it in John's steak
cake. Found something.

Fuck my animal.

This is on DJ Social.

Hey, he's gone. DJ Darryl Crockard here.
I just want to introduce you to...

Yeah, Dulce, we've run the serial number
on that bullet. It was fired from

Detective Bushman's gun. It matches the
round from his skull. But, Detective, it

was the second bullet fired.

So, it was fired after Bushy was shot?

Yeah, he couldn't have fired that shot
himself.

Someone else was involved.

Dulce, where did you find that bullet?

Mate, this is the duck boat.

I'm telling you, this thing's fucking
brutal. Yeah, yeah, DJ's got an

car. It's very cool. I've always wanted
one. Look who Don's talking to in the

background.

Who is that?

Oh, my God.

It's the Swedish backpackers.

It's 9 % of my job's fucking way.

This isn't over. Detective, Bushy didn't
commit suicide.

We're looking at a homicide here.

Where did you find that bullet?

In a Land Cruiser.

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