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Do you know who the ratter is who found McGee?

Does it matter? Ratters,

they are the lowest of the low.

I gave Jonas the axe for mining.

He found black, took it to the Irishman,

and made these beautiful little things here.

Are you still ignoring me? Trying my best.

Is that gas?

Are you moving back in? You left.

I didn't leave. I was cast out.

Elspeth!

Leukaemia. Only other option is a stem cell transplant.

Surely you know where Zeke is, David.

When you have proven yourself to me,

then you can ask me that question.

Do you have kids? IVAN: No.

Lucic is currently on watch by my department.

Have we got a battle for you tonight.

The challenger, Stanley Honeywell!

What'll it be, Detective?

Stay hydrated. It's going to be a big night.

Top of the morning to you.

You are not bloody Irish.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, Nellie!

Hey, Nellie. OK.

Nellie, Nellie. Oh, alright.

Why do you have to go and leave, huh? Hmm?

This town was only bearable when you were in it.

What?

Well, it's true. OK.

What am I going to do here without you?

Well, what have you been doing here without me?

Just, uh, football, pornography - the usual.

It sounds like you've been just fine.

It's OK.

Where are my keys?

Alright, you pair of bastards!

Jesus! Get your hands off each other's bits

and in the air where I can see 'em!

Garry, what the fuck are you doing?

Yeah, no, up - up where we can see them.

What is this?

Well, Irish knows what this is all about.

Don't you, Irish?

I, er, had a little chinwag

with your boyfriend in the holding cell.

He's just taking a few moments out for some self-reflection, you know?

I mean, when word gets out

that he's been making fake black opals, he's a goner...

..to be sure, to be fucking sure.

Do you have evidence for that, Garry,

or is this one of your fit-ups?

Come on. He's got a whole dodgy lab out at the back of The Shamrock.

I mean, surely you could bloody smell it.

I want my phone. That's up to the sarge.

Ah, Detective Buchanan, I'm duty-bound

to report you being swept up in a local operation.

Who are you going to report me to? HQ.

Lucic isn't answering.

Not much good to you, is he?

Maybe he went home. All got too much for him.

No, he answers his phone.

Well, how would you know that? You've only known him two days.

What am I being charged with, Sergeant?

Aiding and abetting a counterfeit operation.

I want my clothes.

OK, Garry, give us a minute. Sure.

Most of my job, Narelle,

is sitting back and waiting for people to make mistakes...

like sleeping with a murder suspect on your first big investigation.

That's a doozy.

There was no reason to suspect the Irishman for Jonas McGee.

Ivan would tell you that. If he were here.

Did you disclose your prior history with the Irishman to Detective Lucic?

It wasn't relevant.

You're qualified to make that call, are you?

Oh, Narelle.

You make the same mistake every time.

Think you know it all.

Just like last time. Hmm.

You know, if you'd been smart back then,

you'd have come to me, and I'd have...

I'd have sorted it, which I did.

Because your husband was running drugs through here.

You wanted me to lie. I couldn't. Alright?

And I have paid for that enough.

The Irishman's going to go down for this.

You're just a bonus. You did this to yourself.

My hands are tied.

You know, headquarters,

they wanted someone with local knowledge,

not the local slut.

Well, word's going to get round about this pretty fast.

You know how it goes.

We have to be better...

us women.

It's not fair. It's just the way it is.

Sarge... Yeah?

Got head office on the blower. They want to talk to her.

Alright.

OK, Narelle, come this way.

Buchanan.

Hello, Detective.

I understand this is probably a difficult moment.

Mm-hm.

I'm sorry.

Mm-hm.

What do you want? I want to help you, Nell.

Do you mind if I call you Nell?

What do you want, Phelan?

You're at the beginning of a promising career.

I can make this go away, but I need you to help me.

What does that mean?

Lucic isn't who you think he is.

I need you to talk to him, get close to him,

tell me what you learn.

Do I have a choice? Not if you want this to end well.

But here's a gesture of goodwill.

Well...

looks like, um...

Looks like you've got friends in high places.

You're free to go...

for now.

You've reached Detective Ivan Lucic.

I can't make it to the phone.

I hope he's not dead, you know, 'cause we get that a bit.

Just open the door, please, Dazzler. OK. OK.

You're sure you didn't see him come home last night?

No, I didn't. I didn't see him.

But is everything OK between you two?

OK, thanks, Dazzler. Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

If something did happen to him, you know where to find me.

Big night?

I need to get back into town.

Oh, yeah?

You can wait on the bus.

Miriam, get the door.

Hey, Constable.

I'm a detective, Kyle. You know that.

Well, Mum wants to know when we'll get the body back

for the funeral. Not till after the autopsy.

Uncle Jonas needs a proper burial under the eyes of God.

We owe him that.

Mum wants a place to pay her respects, you know,

so he can be remembered.

I'll see what I can do, Kyle.

Rafi, I'm looking for Ivan - for Detective Lucic.

Have you seen him? Has your mum seen him?

Did, uh, something happen to him?

Why would you say that?

Oh, I just saw him get in the mayor's car last night.

Headed out to the Iron Ring. What?

You know, it's the mayor's latest racket.

It's, um, out past Deadmans Well, near the car graveyard.

There's this entrance to an old bunker that's out there.

OK.

What happens there?

People get hurt for money.

Deadmans Well? Deadmans Well.

Thank you, Rafi.

Does your boss know about you and the Irishman?

OK, Kyle. Hmm?

You've had a rough couple of days...

so I'm going to forget you said that,

and so are you, yeah?

I hope you find Lucic, Constable. Little shit.

David.

Let's begin.

Hmm.

David, why do we all go out to the dead tree?

It might look dead, but...

it's full of life.

Birds rest on its branches.

Animals burrow under its roots.

Insects feed on its limbs.

It's a giver of life. The tree's a miracle.

Well, guess what. My doctor says miracles aren't real.

Well, guess what. Your doctor's wrong.

No, he's not.

Are you going to drink that?

You lot...

Are a godsend.

David said they come out here every Sunday.

Since you were little?

No, we never used to come to the tree back then.

This desert is where we did our penance, yeah?

So did you, by the looks of it.

Elsie...

is this where you want to be?

Did they cast you out...

for being pregnant?

It's not what it looks like. Who's Bess's father?

Is he the reason you're here?

If I tell you, will you help me find Bess's father?

What's his name?

Zeke - Ezekiel.

Ezekiel?

Surname?

Mamon.

Mamon?

Ezekiel Mamon.

Oh, hello.

Shit!

Nell. Where are you?

Got a bunch of missed calls from Richter.

What does she want? It's nothing. I dealt with it.

Right. I thought you were gone.

Are you alright? I'm good.

You're covered in blood. What's this?

Licence plate from Jonas McGee's ute.

Where's the rest of it? It wouldn't fit in the car.

Garry's looking for the rest of it. Great.

Found it out by the Iron Ring. That's new.

The mayor's just started doing that, apparently.

Rafi told me about it this morning.

I saw Stanley Honeywell out there.

Last night? Mm.

Out of lock-up. Great. Thank you, Richter.

I don't know what happened. I woke up underneath a tree.

Someone left this.

I didn't know if they were trying to hurt me or help me, so...

I didn't drink it.

But they knew about David's little Sunday session.

Miriam, where is Zeke?

You know what I know.

He went into the desert to do his penance,

we watched him go, and then Jonas took you away.

So, you haven't heard from him since?

Oh, I would really love to find him, Miriam.

The doctor said that a stem cell transplant

is her best chance of life,

and the biological father, he's the best HLA match.

Hey, Bess? BESS: Mm?

Come here.

Look at her, Miriam.

She's all that I have.

Wait here.

Her hair's pretty shiny.

She has to brush it 100 times every single day to make it grow.

100 times? Bit of a workout.

It's the only way.

She'd look weird without her hair, don't you think?

She's going to need to get rid of that.

It's from Zeke.

America? What...?

That's where he went after he did penance.

No, no, no. Not now. Hide it. Why?

'Cause David thinks I destroyed it.

No worldly possessions.

She's ready.

-Huh? -What are you listening to?

Sapphic fairy smut. OK.

Winged And Willing. Have you read it?

No.

Any... any clues from Jonas McGee's head yet?

No.

There might be prints on this from when it was removed.

Custom plates. Yeah.

Carole.

Ivan.

There's blood on everything. Yeah.

Sample?

Jesus Christ! You need to drink more water.

Water.

If we could just test that, as well, that'd be great.

Don't know what to tell you, Detective.

Lydia and I looked for you after Iron Ring,

but, you know, you'd gone.

Figured you must have got a lift home.

Ah! There he is!

I told you he'd get home alright.

What was in the water?

I gave you a sealed bottle, Detective.

Drugs can be injected through plastic lids.

I've worked those cases before. Congratulations, pet.

Thanks, darling.

You have something of mine. I gave it to you last night.

I need it back.

Your little coin could be anywhere now, love.

It's best not to get too sentimental about money.

Well, he wasn't sentimental about it last night.

Throwing it around, you were.

We found Jonas's licence plate out at your... little ring.

Mm. Doesn't look good. Ah.

Well, I'm no detective, but you seem to be suffering

from an appalling lack of material evidence.

You seem to be missing something, Doug.

Your ears look lighter.

I think you're the one who's missing something, Detective.

Tell me.

Maybe ask your girl there about the Irishman.

Dirty stop-out.

Aren't you two a pair?

I want my coin back.

See yourselves out.

So, he was buying Jonas McGee's premium opals

and he was selling his fake ones?

Yeah. I didn't know that, obviously.

So, if Jonas discovered the Irishman's fraud,

the Irishman had reason to silence Jonas for good.

Well, that...

That's motive.

I know it's bad. It's not great.

You were caught in bed with a murder suspect.

Yeah, thanks. No, I know, thank you.

This is Homicide.

You don't trust anyone. No-one!

This is all we have.

Us.

You don't trust anyone, especially in this town.

You disappeared.

Well, I'm here now,

and I'm not going anywhere until we solve this thing.

Got it?

Got it.

Good.

Oh, and what time do you call this, pray tell?

Dragging your knuckles, Garry?

You know what I hate about city cops, Detective?

Deodorant? You been funny long?

No. City cops are a bit like ants, you know.

I mean, you never just see one ant, do you, you know?

You always see a whole bunch of the little buggers,

and you just know that they're going to come

and spoil your picnic, yeah?

By the way, your clothes finally turned up.

Aren't you supposed to be out finding the murder victim's ute?

In the hottest part of the day? Are you bloody kidding?

Garry... Why was our suspect released?

Honeywell? We didn't have a search warrant.

Oh, everything's got to be done properly, does it?

Where are you going, Detective?

To talk to the Irishman. You just missed him.

He's been released on bail.

He'll be charged with fraud

and go up in front of the circuit court judge,

if he lasts that long.

You know how people around here feel about rats.

Oh, hey, Frank. Good to see you.

Looks like someone's made a head start on your face for us.

Hey.

Ooh, Frank, good to see you, too.

Yeah. Hey, the mayor wants to know if his earrings are real.

Oh, right. And if not...

he's willing to accept an exchange.

Ah, well, that's very decent of him. Um, for what?

Your ears. Ah.

Sorry, my ears? Your ears.

But I need them.

No. No, no, no. Oh, yeah.

OK, that's enough of that, though. Joke's over, boys.

That's it. Step back. There you go.

Good.

Now, it's been a pleasure, true, but it's time for you to jog on.

Oopsie.

Sorry to crash the party, boys. Be in touch.

Detectives. Put that down.

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Are you OK, Nellie? Don't call me that.

Alright. Don't ever call me that.

OK.

Did Jonas McGee know about your scam?

No. No, no. I actually...

I was using his real ones as a smokescreen for the fakes.

Mm-hm.

No-one's finding much opal these days. It's drying up.

You know, it's... This was my chance to cash in,

get the hell out of here, you know, come to Port Augusta,

sweep you off your feet. Cut the shit, Ewan.

You need to account

for where you were... OK.

Between Jonas's time of death Tuesday

and midnight Thursday when his body was found.

Sure. I was in Adelaide. I was meeting retailers.

And I flew back the day I first saw you in The Shamrock.

Mm-hm.

Is that true? Aye, it's true.

Is Yuri going to tell me that that's true?

It's true. I'm telling you, it's true.

Do you have any idea what you've put me in?

I... I'm sorry. I am.

You've got no clue.

Don't leave town.

Yeah, sure. Sure.

Oh, mate, I know the feeling.

His alibi checks out.

We should get some rest. Yeah.

You ready?

Mum?

♪ I lost my needle in the hay... ♪

I was thinking Bess as a name.

-♪ Tell me I will find it again... ♪ -I like it.

♪ Someday... ♪

Do you think she can hear it?

Maybe.

David says this kind of music corrupts the soul.

Should I turn her off? No, no, no, no, no. No.

Feel.

I think she likes it.

Is that... normal?

I don't know.

She really likes it, Zeke!

As...

the light...

falls.

As...

the light...

falls.

We return this child to the earth...

to die...

to die...

to die...

to hear His voice,

to be reborn.

Any day now, someone's going to notice.

What if he sends me away? I won't let him.

I won't.

I won't. I won't.

You alright? You alright?

Did you hear it?

Why do you all go out to the dead tree?

It might look dead, but it's not.

It's full of life.

Birds rest on its branches.

Animals burrow under its roots.

Insects feed on its limbs. It's a giver of life.

Ivan.

Ivan.

Ivan, wake up!

Hot! Too hot.

Darryl. Hello, Detective.

You, uh... You look a little bit hot and bothered.

My AC unit is broken. I need a new one.

At the moment, we have no AC units available.

I will charge that to your room,

Detective.

Rafi.

You mind if I sit? No. Please.

Ah!

Growing your brain?

No, just doing homework.

Ah.

Where's Mum?

Uh, she's working. Working?

Yeah, we've got to save up

if we're ever going to get out of Nulla.

Where's Dad? Oh, don't know, don't care.

Have you spoken to him? No, not since I was... 13.

Maybe you will one day.

I'd say you're the best thing he's ever done.

You got any kids?

A son.

How old?

How old are you? 17.

Same age.

Buchanan, what have you got?

I don't have anything for you.

Do I need to remind you that we have a deal?

A deal?

I don't... I don't know what you want from me.

He doesn't tell me anything. He doesn't get personal with me.

He didn't even tell me he had a kid.

The kid's dead, Detective.

His son was murdered.

This is about whether a police officer

has taken the law into his own hands.

I've read your record.

You've proven yourself more than willing

to hold your superiors to a higher standard.

You did it admirably with Sergeant Richter and her husband.

OK, but what...?

I don't understand. What is he supposed to have done?

Check your email.

Excuse me.

Man Mountain.

The whole town's in bed together.

Yeah, pretty much.

Shit! One second.

Billie.

Ivan.

You can't just come in here. I noticed your visitor leaving.

Uh, yeah. Now's not a good time.

Is he a regular of yours?

Well, I get paid to keep secrets, not just sex.

He's a suspect.

Like I said, they need to trust me.

Can I trust you?

Yeah. Good.

What's in the bag?

What bag?

Oh, that's just a bunch of Rafi's gaming stuff.

It's nothing.

Billie.

Goran Horvat.

May I call you Goran?

Yeah, sure.

Goran, we're here today

to talk about Charles Anton Lucic, ten years old.

Are you familiar with that name?

No, I don't know this name.

Brown eyes. Blonde hair.

I'm not.

Are you familiar with

the children's adventure playground in Belair?

No.

You weren't there on July 3 of this year?

No.

Can you confirm for me

that this vehicle is registered in your name?

Yes.

Because that vehicle was captured by CCTV at that park

just prior to the abduction and murder of Charlie Lucic.

Lawyer.

I want lawyer now. Interview suspended...

OK.

I ordered that online

after I saw Jonas selling black to the Irishman.

And so you just thought you'd go and raid Jonas's mine?

Uh, yeah. Just enough to get us out.

I need you to tell me what you saw when you went down into his mine.

Tell Ivan what you saw.

I... I saw him with no head, so I ran.

Why did you call it in? He was trying to do the right thing.

Let Rafi speak.

Rafi?

This is very disappointing, Rafi.

Billie. Detective.

Nell.

Ivan.

Could we turn that off, please?

Sure.

Thanks.

What's going on? Just handling something.

OK. What?

Can we talk about this after? No.

If this is an interview, we should be at the station.

I'm not going to take him down to the station.

You know what they do to ratters down there. Look at him.

He's not Kyle. This can't get out.

You weren't going to tell me about it?

It happened in the moment. OK. So, come get me, then.

What, because I'm dealing with this?

What about this?

Uh, excuse me. Are you two OK?

Are we OK?

I need to take this. Nell?

Yeah. Yeah, we're OK.

Detective Lucic.

We have a situation.

Good.

It's Carole.

She always calls you. Hi, Carole.

Hi, Nell. Are you with Ivan?

Talk to me, Carole. Ivan.

Nothing on Ezekiel Mamon. Yeah, I got your text.

No, no, no, I mean NOTHING nothing.

No records. No passport. No proof of identity.

The... The kid's a ghost.

Right. Thank you, Carole.

The Irishman's car.

No sign of the feckin' eejit.

Yeah, he's trying to skip town.

Garry, need a wheel brace. Gotcha.

Thanks, Garry.

Hmm. It's open.

Well, I've heard of lipstick on a pig,

but this is next-level.

Sarge, apparently, word's gotten out.

They're looting The Shamrock.

How many of these little lies are you going to fill her up with?

This medicine is keeping her alive, David, until we find a donor.

Haven't I proven myself to you?

You're not trying to bargain with me, are you?

We both know that Zeke would come back

if it meant saving her.

Look, I am sorry that I defied you.

I am sorry.

We were young.

We didn't know any better.

But God Himself gave me this child. It is His love that I feel for her.

But maybe her sickness is your punishment.

Let's eat!

Elsie. Ivan, I know where Zeke is.

Where is he? A commune in America.

So, I'm going to need the money Jonas left

to help me pay for a flight.

That's not possible. Yes, it is.

Jonas was my father.

He left me that money. I'm his next of kin.

Elsie, I mean Zeke. It's not possible.

He doesn't have a passport. He can't leave the country.

No proof of identity.

Officially, he doesn't exist.

OK. So, where is he, then?

Ivan?

I'm going to have to call you back. Ivan!

Mm-hm.

David made Zeke do his penance in the desert.

He never came back. Zeke doesn't exist.

We need a gravedigger. Let's go.

Alright, you find any colour, you bring it to me.

Jesus, Doug! Are you masterminding this?

He stole from a lot of people, Patricia.

Doug. Hello, Detective.

We need an excavator out at The Third Row's dead tree.

And I would help you why?

Let's talk about the abduction of Ewan Finlay.

Who the hell's that? The Irishman.

You do realise this is beginning to feel like persecution, right?

Let's talk about it at the station, Doug.

Yeah. OK. Alright. I'll send the Franks, alright?

Boys!

Yeah? Excavator.

If Zeke's buried under that tree,

whoever dumped you out there this morning wanted you to find him.

Someone wanted me to run into the seer

and his little ritual out there.

Hey, David! They are digging up the tree!

Bess, you just wait there, OK?

Carole?

Nell, remember the tattoo

on Jonas's right arm?

Yeah. Well, I've been doing some digging.

Check your phone.

Can you send it to Ivan? I'm driving.

I get carsick. He gets carsick.

OK.

"'Are you the one who is to come?'" "Are you the one to come?"

"'Or should we expect someone else?'"

"Matthew, chapter 11, verse 3."

M11V3. Number plate.

Yeah. That's right.

Is there anything more?

But... Keep reading.

"It's John the Baptist talking to Jesus..."

"Right before the king chops off his head."

Bingo. Now, don't text and drive, officers. Bye.

What have we got?

Well, this is a total waste of time.

Nobody's even been reported missing.

Well, if Zeke's in there and Jonas knew,

we've got a motive on David.

Mm-hm.

Biblical.

Mum?

David?

Alright. Hey, step away for me for a minute there, Frank.

There you go.

Ivan! There's something down here.

This is not your land, David. This is not your land.

This is a sacred site.

-You're desecrating a sacred site. -David!

David!

Hold, hold, hold. Hold.

David, what is this?

I'll get it.

What did you do?!

What did you do?! Our son! It's OK. OK.

Miriam, Miriam. Miriam, Miriam.

OK. OK, Miriam. OK. It's alright. What did you do?

What did you do?! OK. OK. OK, OK, OK.

Our own son! OK. OK, OK.

Nell, you alright? Yes. Are you good?

What did you do?!

What did you do, David?

What did you do?

I'm here for you to confess, David.

My son chose to go into that desert.

To do what? Penance.

Penance?

That was his choice.

He deserved what happened to him.

It was God's will,

just as what happens to all of us is God's will.

Is that God's will?

I don't think you're a miracle man. I don't think you're a prophet.

I don't think you're a seer.

Do you know what I think you are, David?

I think you're a father that failed his son.

What have you got for me?

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