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Where's your horse?

Sore leg.

Put your hands up where I can see them.

You're making a mistake.

The individual is actually Constable Jay Swan.

I need a list of all your recent invoices.

Who hired what, when.

He's SOS.

Means "Sons of the Soil."

Are you Jack's son?

Unfortunately.

Yeah, walk away.

It's what you're fuckin' famous for.

You gonna hit me?

Come on, let me give you a lift.

Maybe next time, eh?

Why are you here?

Lawyer like you?

Like me?

A good lawyer.

We usually get has-beens or the wannabes,

not actual good lawyers.

It wasn't just money they took.

Also Halloween costumes.

Belt and keys in the bag!

Take the money and go.

He's got my belt.

Hey, buddy.

You right?

You were going pretty fast back there, champ.

Show us your license.

Why don't you step out?

What?

Out.

Show me the back.

You gonna book me or what?

Hey!

Oi!

Oi!

So what happened?

I already told ya.

Can you tell us again?

Ned Kelly stole my truck.

You guys chased him.

Now I'm standing here.

Can you give us more of a description?

It's Ned fuckin' Kelly, mate.

You know what he looks like, don't ya?

Tall? Short?

Caucasian?

Aboriginal?

All I saw was his finger.

Which was what color?

Black.

Had a glove on it.

And the officer who approached your truck.

I had a torch blinding me.

Look, last time I seen my truck, a police car

was right up its ass, with sirens blaring.

So why don't you ask those coppers what happened to it?

Are you going to the Ball tomorrow?

Deb Ball?

Yeah.

They still do that thing?

It's the biggest night of the year.

Mate, she's asking you out.

What?

No, I'm not!

Are you?

Absolutely not.

I'm not even going.

Jay, Max, we've got reports coming in

of an abandoned cattle truck on Boundary Road.

They're 500 bucks a head.

We need all them killers back on the trailers now.

Do these look familiar?

They moo!

Can you see the cows?

Yeah.

Look, cows!

Yeah, over there.

This is a crime scene, not a playground.

Come on, bub.

This fella reckons you can't play.

Did you see this truck arrive?

No.

Heard it, but.

Dogs going off their heads.

Person had a radar.

What'd the person with the radar see?

A truck.

Cattle.

Couple of fellas.

Which way'd they go?

Mary in?

Why?

Wanted to make sure she was okay after last night.

Yeah, she's right. She's solid.

You need to cut that shit out, you know.

You'd take that one last pleasure out of my life, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't mind a cup of tea.

It's not cancer of the leg, you know.

Hi.

You looking for Lartesha?

I'm not here to see her.

You're Mary Allen, right?

Yeah.

Josh Allen's sister.

This is just routine. I'm reviewing his case.

- We're not interested. - Who you talking to?

- Nobody. - Bullshit, Mary.

It's nothing, Mum.

Well, bring nothing in here so I can see them.

The Kelly Gang's done it again.

Tell me that's not all that's left of your car.

Well, stole a truck.

Let the cattle out.

Lot of trouble for a joke.

Why dump it here, eh?

Joshy come to stay with us when he was a little one.

He was so cheeky, that boy.

And he could eat too, eh.

It was only supposed to be for a couple of months.

But he just stayed on.

He even moved with us to Jardine.

He was family, you know?

And he always looked out for us, didn't he, Mary?

And we went through some tough times together.

But hey, that's just boys being boys.

I'll get you another one.

The file says--

I know what your file says.

Police know nothing.

Coroner knows nothing.

Case closed.

But he wasn't just a footnote in a file to us.

He was my little boy.

You right, Mum?

Time for you to go, eh?

I don't know what you're trying to achieve here.

But she's really sick.

And it's not going to do her, or anyone else,

any good to drag that pain up again.

Yeah, sure.

I get it.

Do you?

I seen you mob come and go, your two-year regional post.

Do your time, then back to some big corporate job.

You know, no one told us the case was being reopened.

Why now?

Here's my card.

I'm just looking for information.

Ah, I reckon they stuffed up.

They're criminals, remember.

I mean, they're not the sharpest knives in the drawer.

Or it was exactly what they wanted.

There was some numbers graffitied on the street sign.

88.

'88 was a kick in the guts to this town.

I remember being a kid when all the men were sacked.

Yeah. Overseas company came in.

They sacked hundreds.

Just dumped it.

Asian company.

Poppy Feng owns the roadhouse.

So you think this is racially motivated?

Stealing cows?

"H" is the eighth letter of the alphabet.

It's what?

88 is code for "Heil Hitler."

What about the Sons of the Soil?

There's talk they're into Nazis.

Talk? From who?

Sources.

The deceased in the accident yesterday.

Chris Miller?

I did some research and his brother

has done six years for armed robbery.

Just got out.

There's a lot of White Power in those prison gangs.

I thought you said they were just a little rough round the edges.

Mm.

Okay.

But if it was them,

why are they drawing attention to themselves?

Why don't we ask em?

Might find a police car in the yard.

Go find your car.

I'm staying here.

Too old for this shit.

Go on, Maxie. Fuck off.

You check the front.

I'll check the back.

That wasn't part of the plan.

It's locked.

Max?

Max, you there?

Jay.

You good?

Max!

Lucas Miller!

Come out slowly, with your hands in the air!

This is the police!

Oi!

On the ground!

Hold your fire!

Stay down.

Not a word.

Ease off.

What's all this?

Sergeant let you off the leash, did he?

Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your back.

Now!

We're free Australian citizens.

Have you sworn to uphold the Universal Declaration

- of Human Rights-- - Get on the ground.

Not if you're the one asking, Suzy Wong.

We just wanna talk.

Mate, we're having a wake for my brother here.

You remember him?

Well, no one else has to get hurt.

There's a step there.

Watch your head.

Come on, mate.

Behave yourself.

Get in.

No sign of your vehicle.

Hm.

We're just trying to be reasonable, you know?

Come on, we just want you to cooperate.

It's not hard--

I didn't order a Turkish delight.

Did I?

I didn't order a racist client, but there you go.

That's the beauty of our justice system.

Did you agree to be interviewed without a lawyer present, Mr. Miller?

He was happy to talk.

And now he talks to me.

Alright, interview with Lucas Miller terminated at 8:43.

See ya later, Sarge.

- Unlicensed firearms and ammunition. - Mm.

Possession of prohibited literature.

Traffickable amount of marijuana.

Receiving stolen goods.

Police-issue Glock?

Yeah.

Hey, "let the hand of the law strike me down if it will."

Where's my boys?

They're being transferred south.

Ah.

Never know, you might get to see them sooner than you think.

But all that's up to you.

Let me know when you're ready for me to keep you out of jail.

Well, Abe reckons that the guns and drugs charges

are enough to hold 'em till the morning.

But, you know, do you really think it's them?

They have guns and aren't afraid to point 'em at people.

But Xavier Allen.

I mean, how's he fit in?

Like you said,

950 people hate the police in this town.

They got that in common.

Alright, I'll call the Inspector.

Tell him we got our Kelly Gang.

Shoplifting.

Underage drinking.

And you're on a bond for offensive language

towards a police officer.

That's quite a step up to the charges you're facing now.

Police want you for robbing a cattle truck.

That'll mean a period of incarceration.

Before that, you can talk to me.

What were you doing there?

Xavier?

How are you mixed up in this?

What are you doing for him?

Can't do much if he won't talk.

Can you help me out?

Big man now, are you?

You wait till you get home

and Mum and Lartesha get a hold of you.

What the hell were you doing?

Those blokes, they're not your mates.

They're using you, Xavier.

I don't need you to look after me.

Anya, your daughter,

she needs you.

Just tell me what's going on.

I can't.

Why not?

I buy gunja off them.

Xavier,

I feel there's something else.

Xavier Allen says he was in the compound at your request.

Does he--

That he was gathering information about a gang

and that he's a criminal informant for you.

The fact of which, as your direct fuckin' supervisor,

I had no idea about.

Sources?

It's more of a friendly arrangement--

Oh, Christ!

I was being proactive.

Jesus, Max!

Lucas Miller has broken the terms of his parole.

So you tell him his mates at Rangeview Correctional Center

will be happy to have him back in attendance.

And the robbery charges?

Or have we forgotten about that?

We know what he's up to.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Lucky he wasn't actually mixed up with them.

Legal aid were hopeless with Josh.

Mum and I felt like we were on our own.

You're asking me to talk about it,

but, I mean, I don't even know who you are.

Sometimes things just need a fresh pair of eyes, that's all.

My family need more than "fresh eyes."

Any lawyer will tell you, you never win a murder case.

Even if you find who did it.

Can't change the fact that Josh is dead.

A person who was loved can never come back.

But a lawyer can get you some peace.

That's all I wanna do.

Strip club guy, hey.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

Well, yeah, yeah, I've been doing that for a while,

yeah, but I've got a new job.

And you could say I'm moving on.

Yeah, what are you doing?

I'm, um, yeah, I'm doing...

I'm working for a guy, you know.

Just doing odd jobs here and there, that sort of thing.

Oh, right.

Like a handyman?

Yeah.

Are my brakes? The brakes?

What are you looking at?

Is that your puppy?

Tell Mum what's your puppy's name?

Joshy, tell Mum what that puppy's name is.

- Hey, you big head. - Fuck off.

[ Laughs] Look here.

Nah, don't look away.

Come on.

Hey, Jay.

How're you doing?

I'm fine.

It is going to take more than a couple of wannabe bushrangers

to tear this place down.

I was looking for Jack. You seen him?

Well, we don't serve beer till 10:00, so...

Now you're both coming to the ball, aren't you?

I'll be there.

Who're you bringing?

Oh.

You see the old man, get him to give me a call, eh?

Well, get him to come to the ball.

I'll do my best.

My son should be doing that, but he's too busy partying.

He's a young man, Cath.

Don't think I don't see what's going on here.

We're just friends.

Yeah, well, she's not looking.

I'm off.

You need a lift?

No charge.

Where you goin'?

Give him a break, Mary.

Well, he can't just act like nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

You two need to stop it.

You gotta stop wiping his ass, Mum.

He's got hair on his balls.

Ready?

- Daddy! - Yeah.

Hey, my biggest bub.

Father of the Year now, eh?

Stop it, Mary.

Shall we go?

Sure.

I'll give you a call

once I've received the paperwork.

Should only be a few days.

Look after yourself.

You too. See you Tuesday.

What do you need? Adjournment?

- Ah, no. - Gidday.

- What are you doing? - What's he up to?

- Cute kid. - Thank you.

That bloke is not what Jess Thompson needs in her life now.

She's already fighting a custody battle.

If he isn't careful, he's about to be a father

to baby number two.

You do have a heart.

Happy people mean fewer problems for us.

- She seems happy. - That's a very cute name.

- I'm Texas, anyway. Well, Tex. - I'm Jess.

You play pool?

Huh?

Free tonight?

Tonight's the Deb Ball.

Another time.

Nah, nah, tonight's...

That works fine.

Good.

Tell your mum she has to see that new specialist.

I don't know why she won't do it.

She won't do anything if someone tells her to.

Ooh, look out.

♪ These rough old hands are a-glued to the wheel ♪

♪ My eyes full of sand from the way they feel ♪

♪ And the lights comin' over the hill are a-blindin' me ♪

♪ It's a long tough haul from a-way down south ♪

♪ A man's gotta find a little bread for his mouth ♪

♪ And a home for a girl as sweet as my honey can be ♪

Hey, mate.

Little Jayco!

You've shot up!

- How's it going? - Yeah, good.

What have I done wrong?

I just want a word with your passenger, if that's alright.

I'm late.

Won't take long.

♪ I can feel the load start a-shiftin'♪

I stopped by the house.

True?

This, ah, Deb Ball thing.

You going?

I wasn't planning to. Why?

Did you do all that to ask me out on a date?

Nah, nah.

Well, yeah, maybe.

Geraldine Southwell wants me to go.

I just, um...

I just need some backup.

Wow.

Constable Jay Swan, requesting back up.

Alright.

I'll be your backup.

Check your drawer.

Dad.

Dad!

Hey.

Where you been?

Here. I live here.

I wanted to apologize for the other night.

It's none of my business.

Righto.

I made Detective today.

Did ya?

Yeah.

I tried calling you.

I'm sorry, I had womans here.

Your father might be getting old,

but he can still bull jump.

Right.

Geraldine wanted me to make sure that you're coming to the ball tonight.

Did she?

Reckon you can make it?

Yeah.

I'll see you there, yeah?

Here he is.

Jay.

Lovely to see you. You look fantastic.

Geraldine.

Now, who do we have here?

- Mary. - Mary, of course.

You look stunning, Mary. Gorgeous.

Um, where's Jack?

He'll be here.

Ah, of course. Loves to make an entrance.

Hello. I'm Geraldine Southwell.

Lovely to meet you.

Now, I've got you sitting right up the front.

She make me weak, that woman.

You know how many times I've met her?

I'm glad you got me to come.

Sissy!

Howdy.

Jay. How are you, brother?

Good. Good to see you.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Well, your sister put the hard word on me.

She does that.

How'd you go finding those fellas?

We're looking at someone.

Really?

Mate, that's great.

That's good. That's good.

These your bodyguards?

Ah, no, no.

This is, ah, Benno and Lachie.

Guys, this is Detective Jay Swan.

Benno.

They work for the Foundation.

- Mining? - Surveying.

Good to meet youse.

Well, I can't get through this without booze.

Got a speech to make. I'm a bit...

Oh, come on, you'll be right.

Thanks, mate.

I'll catch youse.

Do you want a refill, baby?

All good.

Hi, boys, refill?

There you go.

You sure this is the pub you meant?

Why not? It's great.

I just haven't been here in a while.

I'll get the drinks. You rack up.

- Yeah. - Hi. Two of those.

What are you doing here?

We're just playing pool, mate, alright?

Alright, okay, okay, I get it, I get it, alright?

Hey, whatever was done, he was just doing his job.

Alright?

Ta.

Hey, why don't you break?

Come on, up you get. Let's go. Come on!

Off you go, that's it.

Beautiful.

Come on, boys.

Excellent. Who wants to have a dance?

Let's go have some fun. That's it.

Married in a green felt dress, eh?

Again?

No, I'm not that rich.

You're a lawyer.

My dad'd probably approve of you.

You should have seen your face.

- I was gonna run. - I'd hunt you down.

You sound like a bounty hunter.

Probably why you picked this place.

Ta.

You asked me the other night what I'm doing here.

I may have found something.

An old case.

Should you be talking to me?

Honestly, I don't know who else I can talk to.

Put it away.

I haven't even asked anything yet.

Who got in your ear about this?

- No one. - Well, you need to drop it.

Josh Allen's death tore too many lives apart.

I'm not trying to stir anything up.

Why did they let Ziggy Wells go?

They would have had enough evidence for a murder conviction.

Wasn't there DNA? What was the reason?

I'm not talking to you about this.

Abe.

Okay.

Ziggy's statement was deemed

an "internalized false confession."

Why was that?

When you find out, you tell me.

Witnesses saw Ziggy argue

with the deceased the night of the murder.

Ziggy had no alibi for the time and confessed to it.

The second Ziggy gets released, leaves town,

just like an innocent person would?

Are we done?

Sure.

If that's your reason to be in this town...

I'd find another.

Yeah?

My brother Patrick and I

stand before you here tonight

as proud members of the Southwell family,

who first settled in Jardine five generations ago.

Jesus. I thought I'd missed the speeches.

And, ah, our father, Neil Southwell,

was the driving force behind the establishment

of the Jardine Indigenous Debutante Ball.

He did it as a gesture to acknowledge

the injustices of the past

so that we could walk together, side by side today.

That's right.

Our family has been lucky enough to honor

many great Aboriginal men and women

with this Lifetime Achievement Award,

and this next winner certainly matches that description.

Still the youngest ever winner

of the Australian Rodeo Championships,

stockman, gentleman, father, local legend,

let's give it up for Jack Swan!

Ah, I'm told he's still starting himself up.

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together

and welcome to the stage, Jack's son,

Jay, who will say a few words on Jack's behalf.

Thanks, everyone.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Just...

Um...

Um...

Hope youse all have a good night, yeah?

Now, enjoy yourselves.

Eat, drink, and be merry.

Goodnight, Elvis.

Thank you for tonight.

She loved it.

Our dads are designed to let us down.

Don't be too hard on him.

Maybe you should go see him.

Dad!

But I think it's very important for our community

that it doesn't get out.

Put it down.

Where'd you work before this?

Would you go back there?

Yeah, they'd have me back.

You might want to think about that.

Who are you?

You're not Jack!

You think I did lie.

Fuck you!

We've got a confession.

Who?