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We went back to your place, found your little brother's green trail of fruity

juice wrappers all the way to Don's donger. You got anything to say about

Someone go take a lift home.

Frank had an accomplice. You were at the donger the night Don was murdered.

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

Oh, you're accusing me now?

Yeah. Frank and I were long gone when Don arrived.

Wait! Mickey!

Wait! You and Frank didn't do it, so we could, 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.

I got access to the dick bum and I ran a tox report on John Darrell. He was

poisoned. Red meat laced with glyphosate. It's the organophosphorus

that's present in weed killer. I think someone put it in John's steak cake.

Last time I saw that vehicle was the night I pulled the silly bugger over for

drink driving.

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.

So, you and Redcliffe started working together in Canberra. No, Rachel,

Tasmania. Detective Collins gave those details in her statement.

Oh.

Apologies, Detective.

We took the red eye from Adelaide. Ah.

Darwin Airport really comes alive at 3am, doesn't it? Yes. It's a perfect

for a fishbowl margarita.

Ah, yes. Since you started on the Barrow 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.

She discharged her firearm and failed to report it.

Stole a drone, entered it into evidence, conducted multiple unauthorised

property searches.

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.

Well, several other incidents were reported during Detective Redcliffe's

at Darwin HQ.

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

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 -hated ghost.

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

Ah, no.

Which parts did she not mention?

Ah, most of it.

You fucking fucked it!

You fucking, 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.

And you discovered the missing bullet from that gun in Detective Ridcliffe's

abandoned Land Cruiser? Mm -hmm, in the driver's seat footwell.

Erin, look at this.

The Barracraig sergeant pulled over Detective Redcliffe for drink driving on

night of Detective Bushman's death.

Right.

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 Barracraig the night Detective Bushman was shot?

No, she hasn't.

Do you have any theories?

Um... No.

Uh, no, I don't.

Okay.

Just ride already, you fucking clown cunt!

Fucking ride!

Okay, let me ask you. Were detectives Bushman and Redcliffe romantically

involved? Oh, no, no.

Uh -uh.

Uh, they weren't. No, definitely not.

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

You don't have to say VIN number. What? It's like saying ATM machine.

Vehicle identification number.

Thank you, Erin. No worries.

Okay, so you returned to check 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 Eddie wanted to.

We were losing light and there was some concern that mosquitoes were going to

bite my personal area.

So she prevented you from recording the vehicle identification number? 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.

Will you be speaking with Eddie? At this stage, we are just piecing together a

picture.

Free to go, Mr. McAllister. Don't you bloody worry, I'm going.

The free press will be informed of this violation of my client's freedoms and

liberties. Hey! Hey!

You bring that scooter back here.

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

I need it for me vagina.

Not vagina, you don't have a vagina.

Rejection, speculation.

Vacate the area, sir, or I will detain you and your common law client. Making

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

sorted it 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.

yeah, really.

Okay, and who stitched you up that time, Frank?

Hey? The same person who snuffed 300 pairs of gongs into our washout. The

person who dumped 20 dunnies in our backyard.

They were bidets, French bum ones. The same person who kept you drinking on at

the pub when you should have been there to pick mum up.

I wonder what alcoholic barfly 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.

Come on, Frank.

I'll do you a chop.

Yeah.

Yeah, fucks for the memories.

You might have murdered Don Darryl, but I know you killed those crocs in the

corner, you shithouse rat.

Big eyes.

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.

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.

No, this is good.

I've been waiting around like a briarless tip for Colin so we can

those arsonists in the pub about how they poisoned Don's steak cake. But

here, you can be heard, so come on, let's go.

Yeah. Leave all that shit, come on.

Is it in the roof? Have some possums died in a clump? I don't know, but now

smell's everywhere.

Hey! 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 Darryl by putting gyno paste

his steak cake on Sunday night?

What? No, ma 'am. The poison in the steak cake wasn't enough to kill Don.

It just made him shit blood.

I put all this in the group chat. You put weed killer in food to kill. Look at

them. They're not scientists.

They cocked up the damage.

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 him, big eye. No, ma 'am, I'm not in the police anymore.

You mucked up poisoning Don Darryl, so you followed him to the donger and

stabbed him with one of your kitchen knives, probably, and then you chopped

up in that fenced off in a caravan park. I know you're up to something out

there. That's a cool question.

I have a lot of regrets about that. Well, you know the Bunnings have those

-made pork. Hey! How am I? 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.

Ratatouti.

The steak cake wasn't even in the kitchen.

Well, where the fuck was it then? In the call room. In the call 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 them your badge and get them to hand it over. No, no, I'm not

police.

Okay, bye.

Bullshit.

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.

Eddie.

Oh, where in the loving anal fuck have you been?

Oh, I had to do this.

What? What?

Just a word. Two words?

A thing. A what? An appointment?

Yes. For your thrush?

Yes. Did you sort it? I did, yes. Yep, I am proudly...

Thrash those. Fuck, finally. What was the fix? They put a borax pill up you?

Putting fire retardant up your vajuts is a mindfuck at first, but probably not

the worst thing you'd put up there, so.

Oh, great, great.

Um, so, what have I missed?

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

just like a mother.

Okay, play the message again.

Lay on.

It's Don Darrell. I've just come into some very interesting information about

what's been going on around here. It's about the lights in the sky.

Let's just say... The

people behind this will try and kill me to

keep the truth from getting out.

The N .U .A. aren't happy.

That's my job. Very interesting information.

What did he know? What did Don know? I don't know. I've listened to this all

morning and I still can't understand what he's saying under the duckbuck

revving. Well, I'm disappointed, my mentor. You failed me. Come on, let's

reroute to Big Island.

Wait, but who wanted Don dead? No, no, the N .U .A., but it wasn't the N .U .A.

What about the license guy? It's a cooker thing. Wow, that pong.

All right, let's step this out.

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.

That's a fucking discombobulating communication style, isn't it? Hey, you

get Kat to insert your produce, Phil. She's up there anyway all the time.

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 the

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?

Way to get half -priced shots on a Tuesday, how to write a mechanical book.

don't know, but the three people who do know what was said are either missing or

dead. We need to find out what's on Leo's voicemail. I agree.

Okay, so the first thing that we have to do is get all the... Detective

Redcliffe?

Detective Wilson.

We'd like a word.

Detective?

Come on, DJ. The weather's getting to all of us, mate.

Every year before the rains come, we all want to bash stuff with an axe, don't

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

Because Jason Wade blew up my fireworks shed, I'm going to destroy his croco

train. I can't let you onto the croco train with an axe, mate. They're with

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

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,

I'd love to see you at. And my baby niece Roxy's coming in at ten at any

Come on, love. I've known you since you were ten. 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.

Who the fuck's this?

Hello? I know what you're doing.

Who is this?

Hello? I know what you did.

Oh, good boy.

Thank you. Jump in.

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

Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Great.

Of course, most fatal injuries occur to the chest cavity as the upper torso

contains the major organs of respiration and circulation.

At the 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 to 50 % of all fatal

injuries, making it the leading cause of death.

You're here.

I'm deciphering a message from Don Daryl. He knew something important.

Cool, you're not listening.

So what's happening?

Why? What's it to you?

Just making human conversation.

Okay, well, I'm looking for the MAMs because the fingerprints on the chainsaw

aren't in the system. And one set of fingerprints belongs to a person with

Adamatoglyphia. 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...

Searching for Bluetooth device.

OK, rude!

So, Johannes, what happened when you proposed to Ebba?

Ebba started crying.

She said we both deserved to be happy, and I agreed. Did you hear that? She

cried and said they both deserved to be happy, Rebbe.

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.

Lynne, I'm just going to close these doors to seal up the bar.

Right -o, Kat.

Robert,

what's in

this waterfall?

It's Madison Falls.

It's somewhere in McMackman National Park, but it got taken off the map

tourists kept dying out there.

Abbey!

I think the backpackers went to Breathless Falls.

Ebba borrowed this book too, and she underlined the place as the war widows

passed to get rid of all. Oh, my gosh. It's a real place?

Yes, and I think she's used the book to get direction.

I'm going to mark it all.

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

it awakened something.

Okay, sure. Bluetooth connected.

Leo! Sorry.

Let's just say, you know, it's still those skinny little girls. I'm not going

say any more. Skinny little girls?

He's talking about the backpacking. Someone needs to get out to that

Yeah, I'll go get myself.

Wait, I need to tell Dolce and Eddie straight away.

Do you know where they are, Leo?

Oh, I thought you knew.

Knew what?

Waste of my fucking time.

Come on, let's go.

What was that about? Who knows?

I'm going to ask that man a tedious question if he's 96 when we're in for a

on the bloody salad tongs and scissor. I told him, 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. Okay, 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 of Barra Creek.

Right. I'm fucking furious.

I knew something crook went down.

I fucking knew there was no way Bushy topped himself. I told them someone

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, mate?

And then one of them said, oh, the Land Cruiser was yours, actually.

What? Yeah.

They found the fucking bullet in my Land Cruiser, mate. 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 a fucking bushy bullet in it. It was stolen ages ago, wasn't

it? I mean, I didn't even know that, yeah, I had a Land Cruiser, so... How

fuck did Pat know that my cruiser was out there?

Moon boot.

Moonboot was in the car with Mickey when she picked us up. Eddie, it could have

been anyone.

Yeah, okay, well, thanks to this anyone, those two detectives in there had 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 in that picture will

that you're not in the picture. No, no, no, no, mate. I'm fucking front and

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

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

that's a 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

him 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

a beer coaster in that box of shit that Holly Gavis had told them. All that

stuff. But they didn't care.

They were just like, where were you the night before she died? What were your

movements? Yeah, what did you say? I said I wasn't in Barra Creek, was I?

What did Pat tell me about my Land Cruiser? She didn't need to call it in.

Well, I suppose she had to report it, given it got torched. Yeah, well, I've

been stood down now.

Bullshit. I'm still going to keep working. That's just rules. Rules don't

to me. Fuck rules.

What?

How did you know the cruiser was torched?

You said it. You just said it before.

No.

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

No, I... 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 it explicitly

that I... Procedure?

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

Well, that's where you were this morning, wasn't it? You weren't getting

thrush blasted out of your vats. That was a lie.

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

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

Oh, I'm the liar? Really? Really, Eddie? Because you lied about Barrett Creek

being your hometown, about your mum dying, about your dad being a criminal,

about pretty much everything, actually. That is not lying. This is not banging

on about shit that doesn't need to be banged on about, all right? This is

fucking family shit. It's none of your fucking business. Okay, all right,

So I guess it's none of my business. Why am I...

investigative partner doesn't drive there. No, it's not. Right, I guess it's

also none of my business that the reason she doesn't... She's eight.

That the reason they don't drive is because Barrow 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

same night that Bushy died.

You were in Barrow Creek that night, Eddie.

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

From the moment we met, you have consistently and repeatedly lied to me.

You think I'll kill Bushy?

Why were you in Barrow Creek? Go fuck yourself. You just tell me the truth.

No. What's that?

You're fucking dead to me.

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,

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.

Okay, let's just agree to disagree.

Okay.

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

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.

Mm -hmm.

Have you ever considered quitting everything immediately?

But what about my career?

What about the man?

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

What, with me? And the man?

Yeah. No, it's not.

It is?

Mm -hmm.

Leo,

this conversation has been so helpful. You're a really great friend.

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

Leo, answer your phone, mate. How you going on Don's voice message?

Shit. Stab me and I'll stab you, you fucking rock.

Okay. Listen up.

Me, you, big eyes, not Collins, okay? Not her.

We're going to fucking zero in on this Don Darryl case like a laser frying off

fucking badge pube, okay?

So you get on with it.

So close. These murder highways, there's 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 balls.

Come on. He reached me by heaps of millimetres. Yeah, right -o.

Yucca, wait. Come back here. Get in the car. 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?

I'm not.

Right?

You see the chat?

We'll get done for that.

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, Dulse. I had no idea Wilson and Green were

bringing Eddie in. You know, I'm not happy about it. They completely

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, Carl?

Carl, why would she go to Barra Creek if not... Hey, look, Dulcie, I know she's

your partner. 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.

Okay. Well, look, I know what your answer's going to be, but if you need a

from work... No, I'm good. Thank you.

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

Hmm?

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 flyer from one of the greens

at the Pratt 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.

Oh, wow, that is just too sweet.

No, that's undrinkable. Give it here. It's going down the sink. Look, I've got

to go.

But I will keep in contact.

You just hang in there, Dallas. All right.

Carl? Yeah.

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

No.

I think from all reports, they were at each other's throats.

It gave the impression that they were entwined. Wilson and Green mentioned it,

but Eddie suspected that Bushy was having an affair with someone out of

Creek. What makes you say that?

They found a...

woman's name on a coaster in a box of bushy stuff.

Okay.

Right. News to me.

And finally, the territory's gearing up for the first proper storm. The wet

season tomorrow is expected to get pretty wild, so locals are urged to stay

across updates.

That's the latest.

So what happened to your cop, mate? The one who wanders around like a sad moose.

What? Boring.

Separate leads on the Don Darren investigation.

Oh, so you 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.

Obviously, that was a miscalculated misstep, and I regretfully regret that.

But, you know, there were mitigating circumcisions and beyond my control,

I... And pat -fucked that.

Pat -fucked it.

Wow. Butting.

Well, good. Yeah, great. Thanks for the water. You can drop me off at the pub.

Night of family service is always called from a random number like they're

calling in a bomb threat.

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

Someone's supposed to watch the news.

Hello, this is Michaela Evans speaking.

Mum.

Cherry? Can you get Zoopa Doopas? I checked in the big freezer, but there's

dead crocodiles in there.

Oh, true. What?

Yeah, you put them in there, Mum. You said don't look in there 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 Zoopa Doopas?

Oh, bloody broken door.

Oh, Chelsea, I've been calling you.

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

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

What? I know, I know. I feel as betrayed as you. Is Eddie okay?

This is insane. How are they even thinking that? Well, a dumped vehicle

found and it contained evidence.

That was linked to Bushy's death and when they ran the VIN through the

So that the vehicle belonged to Eddie. My God, who found the car?

I did. I found it. Okay, so what did Eddie say when you asked about it? I

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,

Cass.

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

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

conversation isn't a fight, darling. I had to do it, Cass.

Have you seen this box of Bushy's stuff? We need it for evidence.

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

Eddie was in Barra Creek when Bushy was murdered. Eddie lied to me, Eddie lied

to both of us.

Salty.

Eddie's our family. No, just because we are. Arm pit deep in that person's old

sports bra 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

its course.

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

Well, I hope you're right, Dolls. Oh, good. Because 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, I mean, what do you want from me? I don't want anything from you. I

things for you.

Oh, you want things for... What is that? I mean, what does that even mean? That

is Schrodinger's bloody opaque statement, Kat.

Dolls, 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 fuck pit 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're working overtime not to be yourself.

But fear and shame make life small and shit doesn't... I

don't want that for you.

All I've ever wanted is for you to love all of you like I do.

that your job has made you shed all these big, important parts of who you

By the end, there'll be none of you left. I'm scared that's happening

because Dulcy would never have done that to Eddie. I don't see Dulcy at all in

this decision.

I just see a cop.

I'm going to try and get on to Eddie, and then I'm going to Google a cocktail

sauce recipe for Pat's prawns. I suspect it's just mayonnaise and tomato sauce.

Maybe Tabasco's involved.

I love you.

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

the socks are, my pants, my buttons are a little, they're a little bit tight

and, and my pants.

The polyester blend 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 just, I'm really, I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry about everything. I'm a bit lost, I think, and I am going to

fix this.

You're completely right.

Everybody should be asking why Bushy was in Barrow Creek. It doesn't matter why

you're in Barrow Creek.

Oh, God. Okay. You're not going to listen to this. Right.

Well, some psycho was killing and mutilating salties.

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

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, all right.

Well, it's my totem. Cops don't give a shit. I do. My brother's a crocodile.

That's not the same. Yeah.

Yeah,

I did, but I just put them in the freezer. So turn around, walk back

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

Gone. How many are there?

Three here.

Five at work. Then there's a little female that those horrors white women

off with yesterday. She's still missing.

This sicko must really get off on killing them because that's nine

species, each one representing about 10 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. Yeah.

No, no. Before you go peeing off at your father, some of these turned up while

he was still in lockup, okay? 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

like I did in 2001.

All right. Relax your lats. Fuck.

Well, so who's the psycho killing these crooks, then? I simply would have led

with that if I knew.

No.

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.

Mum, where are the scissors?

On the string, Terry.

Unless you cut them off again. Did you cut them off the string again, Terry?

Hang on, why do you need scissors?

Well, they're super duper.

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 scoots.

I reckon it's from one of these.

It's a tracking device.

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

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. Okay.

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 veins just lay.

Okay, chapter 38 is a lot of nipple play. Cats underline the whole thing.

Chapter 39.

Ooh, nature.

The path wound through a forest of delicate monsoonal trees that rose like

lover's fingers, ready to caress the women's pendulous, milky... No, not

Get it away from me, Leo. I know I syringe dead people's eyeballs, but this

colonial orgasm book is fucking great.

There's anything in it to wet.

Wait, Leo, do you hear water?

That's it. Give it to me! Give it back to me!

They penetrated the bush towards the climax of a curvaceous mound.

Read it in your head.

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

Greta parted her moist lips.

This, she whispered, is breathless fall.

For fuck's sake.

Abby, close the door. Sorry.

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

Mm.

OK, who wants prawns? Oh, yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Kath.

coming oh she wishes she could she's just tied up with work at the moment oh

yeah no no of course that'll be the end of

you caught up in those roadworks on the freeway hello i know what you did

happy birthday pat

Okay, piss shit.

Come on, you can 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, okay?

Some other psycho, probably the same psycho who stitched you up with 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 that to me. Say that to him. Christ.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, okay.

For what? For putting him in jail.

Christ fucking hell, I did a fucking sorry.

You happy?

Not forgiven.

Fuck me dead.

Frank. Oh, g'day, Miggy. Yep. Where did you get this tag?

I found it on a dead crop.

Sickly little girl.

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

That's ten.

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

bastard Daryl. So I returned to the sender. Put her in his donger.

Backpack. 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.

Don knew which psycho was killing that selfie.

He was talking about the backpackers, but Leo and I just found out after

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 ring him out like a tea towel because whoever killed those crocs

Darryl too.

Right, you two, start talking. Well, we spoke to the backpackers.

Wait, should we wait for Dulcy, ma 'am? Nah, forget about her. Being her, she's

a rat -faced cunt liar who thinks I killed Bushy and because of that I've

stood down and now I'm a suspect in Bushy's murder.

What? You fucking what now?

So it's just the four of us now? The awesome four of them. Remember that? 92

Olympics. Banger of a theme tune that year.

Amigos para siempre means we'll always be good friends.

Amigos para siempre means I love that part.

Smell. It's everywhere. It's like a dead chicken fingered an even deader fish.

That's exactly what it is. What?

I'll be back. Where are you going? I know what the smell is. Eddie, Ashford

Ebba said that Don didn't tell them anything. They were actually showing Don

this business card. It's a phone number ending in 888 that's crossed out and

there's a new number written under there. Yeah, I can read that. But where

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.

This is the induction.

Okay, big guys, but why did the liaison approach the backpackers? What did he

want from them?

Well, Astrid said he was offering them a job. A job? Yeah, he was recruiting

them to work at Lisa.

But what is Lisa? What job was he trying to get them to do? It was working as

hostesses on these tours.

Well, they said the liaison called them tours, but they didn't pursue it further

because it sounded illegal.

What do you mean?

Why did they think it was illegal?

Because they were going up in helicopters and shooting crocodiles.

I found the missing croc.

The 308 was in a skull.

That's a long -range cartridge.

They're hunting them.

Yep, trophy hunting.

Fucking rich cunts.

Big guys, did they say who's behind this? Who this fucking liaison is?

Well, they said it was a male man.

That it was a male... It wasn't a male man. Give us that car backpack.

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

Hello?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who? That's my phone.

Yeah, it's the same 888 number.

Answer it.

Hello? I know what you did.

You're an echo.

Cherry? I know what you did.

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

number. Call it. Call the number, big one.

Who

the

fuck is this?

Ball sack.

Is that you?

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

Yeah.

We'll be airborne soon.