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Unlike you and Dad, we kept our promises.

Unlike you, we love each other.

A happy marriage is an assault to you, isn't it?

You're in trouble, aren't you, mate?

What are you, mate?

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

But we had a good marriage.

The sex was great and we laughed a lot.

I trusted him.

Why don't you go home?

Too many ghosts.

Go home.

Harriet, come in.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I just can't stay there.

You're all right?

Fran?

It's all right, it's Harriet.

Hi, Catherine.

I'll make you up a bed in the spare room.

No, no, no. It's okay.

Well, we'll talk.

Just talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Sure.

What?

A bridge nearby?

Did she jump?

I don't know.

What time did you-

Young bloke found the body.

It's caught up in the causeway.

It's female.

Been dead about 15 hours.

Looks like she's copped a blow to the back of the skull.

Won't be able to tell until we get her out of here, though.

Any sign of sexual assault?

She's still clothed.

Dressing still intact. No shoes though.

Top spot.

I can't say I saw anything unusual.

No one hanging around, behaving suspiciously?

No.

Mind you, there are plenty of weirdos around these parts.

Oyster farmers.

I reckon they're inbred, most of them.

Right, well, we're going to need a list of all the people you've hired boats to over

the last 48 hours.

Yeah, sure, sure.

But I can tell you here and now, none of them was women.

Because, I mean, well, they're not into fishing as a general rule.

Do you want that list now?

If you don't mind.

No, I don't mind.

Women fish.

This one does anyway.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I used to catch Taylor off the rocks with my dad.

Should come out in the tinny with me and Dave.

We're going prawning this weekend.

This weekend?

Saturday night.

Catch a couple of kilos, get back to my joint, throw them in a pot.

No, I can't this weekend.

Here we go.

It's what, number five?

I've found hundreds of them in there.

Notice the toe ring?

Lesbian?

She may have been.

She may simply have liked toe rings.

Just cam, it's a possibility.

Oh, I thought you were stereotyping.

No sign of struggle on the banks or in the

bush nearby.

Must have floated down the river from up there somewhere.

I've got officers to check local car parks for abandoned vehicles.

If you'd like to wait in here, one of the detectives will be.

Yeah, it's W90642AS Marillius.

Marilla Spina?

The bloke over here, his wife's gone missing.

She's 33, 175 centimetres tall, blonde hair.

You take that, Mr. T?

Yeah.

What a beautiful looking girl, wasn't that?

There is no way she would disappear like this unless she was in trouble.

Did she tell you what she had planned for the day?

She mentioned something about grocery shopping,

but she would have told me if she couldn't pick up the kids.

Sarah is absolutely dedicated to these children.

Nothing, nobody is more important to her.

It just doesn't make sense.

It could be her.

She went missing around the same time the deceased was killed

and she fits the description.

Early 30s, 175 centimetres tall, blonde hair.

The deceased's hair was brown.

Well, he said sort of a brownie blonde.

Any scars?

This body's got a scar on the upper left arm.

I'm not sure. I'll check with Theo.

So did you manage to get that key cut yet?

I'll do it the south of the moon.

You know there's a locksmith two blocks away.

Got a match on those prints.

Megan Palmer, her fingerprints were on file.

Oh, it's chargeable.

Oh, possession of Indian Hemper University.

She was acquitted.

Hey, Nicole, don't bother.

Got a match.

Who was she?

She was a teacher at the local primary school.

I never heard her have a crossword with anyone.

She was a lot of fun, a little outrageous at times,

didn't care what anyone thought,

but not a nasty bone in her body.

Did she have a partner?

No, not really.

You don't sound sure.

I'm sure she didn't.

A lover?

I don't want anything getting out

that's going to affect the reputation of this school.

But you would agree our first priority

is to find out who did this to Megan.

She had a close association with Rick Calliope, a Year 5 teacher, so I'm told.

Pass the ball. Come on. Move it along.

Madison, where... Stop. Come on.

When was the last time that you saw Megan?

Yesterday morning.

Where?

In the staff room. I didn't see her after that because we had sport.

Did you ever socialise with her outside of school hours?

Sometimes. I can't believe what you're telling me.

You were pretty close to it, eh?

We had a casual thing between us, yes.

Meaning that you were sleeping together?

We had, yes.

How often?

Three, maybe four times.

How about your wife?

We had, I suppose you call it, an understanding.

What sort of an understanding is that?

That it's okay to see others on the side.

So how did she feel about this arrangement?

Exactly how understanding was she?

She was fine about it. Otherwise, we couldn't call an understanding, could we?

So you were teaching on Tuesday, coaching for 3.30. What time did you get home?

4.30.

What is this? Am I a suspect?

Anyone who knew and socialised with Megan Palmer is a suspect.

And you've got a hell of a lot of suspects. She was a pretty out there kind

of person.

Meaning what?

Meaning she hung out with some pretty open-minded people.

And are you part of this group of open-minded people?

Not really, no.

So what do you know about them?

Not much.

Come on, Rick. Just between us.

What are they into? Partner swapping, that sort of thing.

Apparently.

Swingers.

You'd have thought the local primary school would be such a hotbed of sexual

activity.

Well, I know. The amount of suspects has just increased from a handful to a bucket

load.

Simple. We just have to interview every man and his dog.

His dog's wife and anyone who had anything to do with Megan Palmer.

It's a lifestyle choice.

It's called ethical non-monogamy.

Which is?

Having the choice to be sexually involved with more than one person, openly.

And this group that Rick's Hosey knows very little about?

They're into the same sort of thing?

It's a loose association of people, that's all.

Is that all of them?

Like Rita said, it's not an organised group.

Some of us might end up at the same dinner party occasionally, but that's it.

Yeah, like, how do you decide who sleeps with who?

Do you pull a name out of the hat or do you spin the bottle?

We're not some sort of weird sect or cult.

We just don happen to fit into the dominant paradigm Sure But in all of this

what happens when someone gets jealous Or angry Then that something they need to

work on How

By challenging their core beliefs.

If your partner admitted a desire to sleep with someone else,

how would you feel?

Rita, this is not about me.

You'd be jealous, right?

Rita?

You'd be jealous because your core belief tells you

that if your partner really loved you,

he wouldn't want to have sex with anyone else.

You equate the amount of love he has for you

with his desire for another partner,

which is as absurd as saying that a couple wanting to have a second child

suddenly love their first child less.

1970s intellectual crap.

I'm sorry, but we're trying to solve a murder here.

And you're trying to justify why you need to carry on like a bunch of dogs on heat.

I think you're going to have to excuse me.

Come on, you can't tell me they're not feeling it when their partner's upstairs,

sleeping with their best friend.

Maybe they're too busy doing it with their next door neighbour to notice.

I find it's easier to leave personal feelings out of the interview room.

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anyway, does it? She wasn't going to give us anything

anymore.

Oh, except maybe the rules to Naked Twister.

I don't know which particular raw nerve she's sitting on hardest, but do me a

favour will you?

Pull your head in.

Hey, check this out.

Phil, rendezvous for a night of luscious lingering lust, 9pm Friday the 10th.

The solicitor is into raw meat and meeting in the raw.

All butchers qualify.

Also, the banker is keen to meet again with a blonde doctor in the form of your

wife, three's company.

Are you serious?

Phil Braxton.

That's the name of the butcher my mother uses.

And he's married to a doctor.

It could be him.

I never look at my steak the same way again.

Hey, what about the weekend after next?

Fishing.

Um, I've got something on then too.

What?

Well, let's see.

There's parasailing at 4.30,

followed by cocktails at the Bank Hotel,

then nightclubbing and breakfast next morning at Blondheim Beach.

Don't give me that shit.

Hello?

Sure, is he running a tent?

Oh, I'll see you soon.

Are you okay to come up for me? I've got to split.

Sure.

No worries.

Won't kill him to wait, you know.

Who?

Whatever it is you're always racing out for.

I can see where you're getting at with the philosophy side of things, Rita, but...

I'm a pretty basic kind of a guy, see?

I'm more of your bread-and-butter type man.

I'm more interested in the details, like...

How do you get to be a member of this club?

Who gets to sleep with who?

Who likes it on top?

Who likes to be tied up?

Who gets to wear the chicken suit?

You know what I think you are?

A voyeur.

Ah, a keyhole bandit.

See, you've got me figured out already.

I think I have.

Spend enough time around bent minds, you start to think like one.

Now, this list.

Any names on here who you might think are odd?

I don't mean odd as in kinky, but odd as in dark or unstable.

I'm not sure about the ethics of handing over that kind of information.

Let me put it this way. Rick, one of your clubmates might have killed Megan Palmer.

How would you like to be next?

What about Bob?

Who's Bob?

He was asked to leave a dinner party we were at a few weeks ago.

Why?

He made a play for this woman who wasn't interested.

Then he drank too much and started abusing her.

Which woman?

She's on there.

Kate Powell.

He was appalling.

His wife tried to step in and he hit her across the face.

Was Megan Palmer at this dinner?

Yeah.

We were all at her place.

Bob Whiting's an accountant.

Lives in San Susie.

Knives a red jag.

Any prayers?

Two for domestic violence.

First marriage broke up because of it.

It's worth checking out.

That was good in there.

Thinking of Jordan.

She said she'd waive the membership fee.

Key?

Maybe it's your subconscious coming through.

Maybe you don't want me to have a key to your place.

Rubbish.

Well, how hard is it to get a key cut?

Not hard at all.

Which is why I'll get it done tomorrow.

God save me from boneheaded, beer-swilling, misogynistic cops

who sit in the witness box and refer to me as sir.

I've had an absolute gutful.

How was your day?

Oh, I got through it.

You'll survive this, you know.

You're stronger than you think.

Come on, I'll give you a hand with that.

Oh, these fours scratch so easily.

Oh, I picked up some things for dinner.

Oh, God, I remembered today.

Catherine and I have got theatre tickets tonight.

Look, it's bad timing, Harriet, I know,

but we booked them months ago.

Oh, that's OK.

Oh, it's madness, you know, my life is...

It's just madness.

No time.

No red jag.

Must be swinging.

Don't know how they find the time.

It's just sex, isn't it?

It's all that other stuff, so it takes the time.

Oh, and you don't bother with that part?

I do, if the person's worth it.

What about you?

I'm married to the job.

So am I.

So I was trying to work women out.

A mate of mine reckons there are two types.

The ones who wear G-strings and the ones who don't.

Really?

How does that work?

Didn't tell me.

No, he probably doesn't know.

They must be bloody uncomfortable.

What?

Cheese drinks.

No, not really. They just take some getting used to.

Nice car.

What do you want a bloody car like that for?

Come on.

Mr Whiting!

How'd you go with Bob Whiting?

What a tight alibi.

He's been in Melbourne all week.

Did you get any other names?

No, he wouldn't give us a thing.

OK, well, these are all suspects.

Can you please run them through the system and see what you get?

All these people.

What do they do? Swing off chandeliers and stuff?

They're a pretty closed bunch, actually.

We need some more information,

so Hudson wants you guys to go undercover,

a bit of a touchy-feely operation.

I want you to find out who's sleeping with who, who's into what and who's into, you

know, just whatever.

How far do you want to go, Miss?

All the way. Whatever you have to do.

Get off it.

Just your basic interviews then, Theo.

But make sure you've got warrants.

My chamber magistrates have a nasty habit of absenting themselves at the most

inconvenient times.

So, you're stuck with me.

Which may prove to be a fortunate turn of events for these poor people.

I can't see a single scrap of evidence

that gives you grounds for a search warrant on any of them.

They're all part of this group the deceased belong to.

What group's that?

They're a friendship group.

They're into free love, sexual experimentation, that sort of thing.

And that's grounds for you to go rifling through their personal things and homes?

If there was a murder at the local RSL club, would you want to search all their

members' homes as well?

A few of them have priors. There's one for drink driving, another for tax evasion.

Neither of which have any relevance to this crime.

And one for domestic abuse.

You people don't seem to understand that a previous conviction cannot be used as

evidence against anyone in a court of law.

The deceased was reported to be having an affair with at least one member of the

group at the time of her death.

Who are you people? The Morality Police?

I'm not going to give you a search warrant for that.

Thank you.

Sorry, no warrants

What? Chris Maloney wasn't there?

So who'd we end up with? Fran Hoffman

Stuck, I care

Fran Hoffman, I thought she was pretty fair

She's full of shit

Maybe she talked to Harriet, she's got a pretty good rapport with her

Think I'll bow out of this one?

Anyone who's dickless has got a good rapport with her

Fran Hoffman's Harriet's mum

You're kidding

Fran Hoffman is a magistrate in the Central Court.

The fact that I am related to her is no one's business but my own.

Right.

And what she says and what she does has nothing to do with me.

Got it.

Good.

Any chance you could talk her around?

Here's the unsigned search warrant.

Fran Hoffman.

Protector of the great unwashed.

I can't be held accountable for my mother's actions.

Fine.

If she won't give us a search warrant,

then we'll get the information from these people some other way.

Okay?

Do you mind?

Our problem is, as police officers,

is that we're investigating a serious crime here.

I think that you might be able to help us.

The victim was into the same sort of sexual things as you are.

Obviously, like you, she was bisexual.

However, she wasn't into group sex.

This is harassment.

No, look, we don't want to harass you.

But if you can't be of any help,

then the next best thing for us to do is talk to your neighbours

and see if they can be of any assistance.

Come in. You've got ten minutes.

I told you I'm under no obligation to give you names.

As long as you're aware of your rights, Mr Whiting, that's the main thing.

You bet I am.

I'm going to be taking this to the Ombudsman and see what he has to say about

it.

Right Thanks for your help Whoops Have you

got them all Yeah I think so

Good.

Because when this kind of information gets into the wrong hands,

you know, that's when rumours start.

Hey, here's a list of names we got from Bob Whiting.

Great.

What?

What about tomorrow after work?

Oh, I can't. I've got an overdue assignment.

So you get an extension?

I've already had one extension.

You know, you don't make it real easy for a bloke to ask you out.

That's because I don't want to get involved in something I'm going to regret.

Who says you're going to regret it?

Look, if there's someone else...

No, there isn't.

Come on. You know the rules. You don't get involved with your workmates.

Yeah, but they're the ones you've got the most in common with.

That's why we're in the same job.

We share the same hours. We sit in cars together.

It's natural, isn't it?

It's just fishing. It's no big deal.

We sit there, throw a line in, relax.

All right.

How did Fran Hoffman handle you becoming a

cop?

By deciding that I was an exception to the rule.

So all this is just to get up your old lady's nose?

Oh, God, no, there are easier ways to do that.

You get married, you have kids, and you live in the suburbs.

Shocking.

No, no, it's appalling, isn't it?

Couldn't do it to her.

Not exactly your wrap-em-in-cotton-wool type of a Jewish mum, then.

No.

No, she's a bit short in the chicken soup.

But I've known that.

I've always known that.

She's your mum?

Yeah.

She's my mum.

She's never going to change.

It was a perfectly reasonable request for

a warrant.

It was a blatant attempt to victimise a group of people on the basis of their

moral beliefs.

I find it very interesting that it's the police taking the high moral ground about

extramarital sex.

Now that's a joke if ever I heard one.

And don't take that personally, Harriet. It wasn't meant that way.

Yeah, well, Mum, I think it's you that's letting your own moral values cloud your

professional judgement.

You share their moral philosophy. That's why you're not going to let us near them.

That's rubbish. Who says I share their moral philosophy?

Well, you've hardly been one to stick to the straight and narrow.

Much to the disappointment of my daughter, who would have rather I stayed at home and

cooked dinner every night.

Where are you, Forksman?

I'll draw it over there.

Now, I have never said that.

Well, you didn't need to. Look, Harriet, I did my best.

Your father left me with two children under five when I was too young to look

after myself.

What? Why did he leave? Mum, hang on, you're rewriting history here.

You're making out that you're the victim here and the dad left you for Liz.

But you've told me before and he has told me that you were bored.

That he already started seeing other people. You wanted out.

So I ruined my marriage, I'm a shameless embarrassment to my daughter

and I'm professionally compromised. Is there anything else you'd like to add?

Mum, for God's sake!

Well Harriet, if your life is so damn perfect, what are you doing here with me?

Oh, my God.

Do you think she's attractive?

Who?

Harriet.

You're not normally the jealous type.

Maybe it's just women's intuition.

She just lost her husband.

All the more reason.

Come on.

Hey, you know what they say, never trust a cop.

And never trust a generalisation.

Hey, there is a lot more going on in that place than people would like you to think.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

All right, take a look at Hudson.

Comes across as a happily married man.

Even he's got his bit on the side.

Hudson?

Mm-hmm.

Bullshit.

Hey, it's amazing what you learn when you answer someone's phone.

They meet on Wednesdays before work and Fridays after.

Who is it?

Come on.

Yep.

Yep.

Sounds like it.

Harriet?

Yep.

So much for that idea.

No.

It's a problem if you can just go with Detective Walker.

Dad, Dad, can I come with you?

No, you stay with Nan. It won't be long, all right?

Come on, you need to come in with your bus.

Just go and sit down over here, kids.

What's happened if you found her?

No, we don't know yet.

Something's happened. What?

I just want to ask your son a little some questions.

These children need to know where their mother is.

Of course, I understand that, but if you could just sit down, it'd be calm for you.

Your statement indicates that you last saw Sarah on the morning that she disappeared.

That's right, yeah.

She dropped the kids at school, but she never showed to pick them up.

Did your kids go to the local school?

No, no. St Joseph's. What is this?

How were things between you and Sarah before she disappeared?

Fine.

No arguments, no problems.

We have a strong marriage. She loves her kids.

Do you know a woman by the name of Megan Palmer?

No.

She was a local school teacher.

Her body was found in the George's River yesterday.

Yeah, it was in the paper.

We have information that indicates that your wife knew Megan.

Sarah's name has appeared on a list of people that regularly sent and received

emails from

the deceased. Now do you know any of these

people? One woman is dead and your wife is

missing. They knew each other so the two things could be connected. If you want us

to find Sarah,

Sarah, we need your help.

Something has happened to her, hasn't it?

Please, if you know anything...

We've found a body, but it's not your daughter.

Were there any problems between Marcus and Sarah?

Don't you understand?

It wouldn't matter what was going on with Marcus.

My daughter would not get up and leave her kids.

She'd take them with her.

She loves them.

They're her life.

I'm going to ask you again.

Did you know the deceased Megan Palmer?

Yeah.

Did either you or your wife have sexual relations with her?

My boss did.

I'm sorry.

We both did.

Sarah wasn't happy, okay?

She wasn't happy with things between us.

Sexually?

Yeah, she wanted something more.

So this was her idea?

But you agreed?

Yeah.

I agreed, okay?

I thought if she got it out of her system, then we might be okay.

So what happened?

Oh, Sarah went crazy.

She got it into my head that I was on with this woman.

Megan Palmer?

Yeah, she just... she just lost it.

She started hitting me and abusing me, bringing up Megan.

She thought I was going to run away with her.

I don't buy the threesome idea being hers.

I'd say that he wanted it and that she went along with it

because she was afraid that she was going to lose him.

And then she realises that her husband's on with Megan,

she loses control, kills her, dumps her body and takes off.

No?

No.

Why not?

Because her mother swears blind that she wouldn't abandon her kids.

I think she's dead.

I think we're looking for two bodies.

Probable time of death is between 2.30 and 4.

How far would you say that a body could drift in 15 hours?

It a high price to pay for a rump in the

bush Depends how good it was You want to

hope it was worth it wouldn you Well no

wonder you left a trail of ex behind you

One.

One ex-wife.

Maybe my mother was right.

Maybe humans aren't naturally monogamous.

Could be.

What's wrong with a little bit of faithfulness?

with a little bit of loyalty.

Nothing.

Some people find it hard.

What was hard

was

growing up with instability.

You know, I never knew who I'd

be meeting in the kitchen every morning.

Maybe I'm just

hung up.

Maybe.

If I say yes, you'll get angry.

If I say no, you'll just call me a liar.

You've just got high ideals.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Well, you can set me up for a big fall.

Over there.

Near the rocks.

I think we've found our crime, see?

Hudson, you'd better get those divers back out again.

I'll be there.

All right, open the boot.

The cause of death looks like strangulation.

The autopsy report should give us a few more clues.

Do you have any idea who might have done this to your wife?

You know, this is just...

This is really, uh...

What am I going to tell the kids?

They're with your mother-in-law. They're OK.

Well, they can't stay with her for much longer.

You just have to go with some details, wouldn't you?

OK, so on the day that Sarah went missing,

you were on a job down at Janelle.

That's right, yeah.

Now can your workmates confirm how long you were there?

I was on my own.

So the school had been calling you for almost an hour.

Why didn't you answer your mobile?

Well, I didn't hear it. I was working.

Didn't you say that the job was at Janelli?

Well, maybe I didn't play the...

the messages straight away, but I played them in the car.

At Picnic Point?

I'm a builder.

I check out building sites and...

I keep being an eye on...

jobs all over the place.

I don't always go the same way home.

Why did you agree to this treason with your wife if you weren't into the idea?

Well, if it made her happy, I thought it...

You know, I thought she might want to stay.

So you had sex with another woman against your will so your wife wouldn't leave you?

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, isn't it supposed to be a romance fantasy to watch two women get it off

together?

It's not mine.

What are you saying?

That I'm some sort of sick pervert or something?

Most people have sexual fantasies, Marcus.

What are yours?

This is bullshit.

Excuse me.

So the three sons, wasn't your idea?

I told you it was hers.

Sarah Bright went down.

What was it that you said before about Megan Palmer

when you made that sweeping generalisation.

Am I in trouble?

No.

Sarah Bridle's personal effects.

Toring.

It matches Megan's exactly.

Did they get it off together and leave you out?

No.

Don't tell me they made you sit back and watch

while they fixed each other.

No!

Maybe when you suggested this experimentation to Sarah,

you didn't expect her to enjoy it so much.

Is that what happened?

I loved her.

I was just trying to spice things up.

It backfired, right?

She didn't care about those kids.

She put them, she put me, she put everything on the line.

She lied to me.

She kept saying that I was imagining it.

But you weren't, were you, Marcus?

It's a gut feeling, isn't it?

When you know something's wrong.

and your mind's racing to all those places that you don't want to go,

and you're trying to believe what you're being told,

and then suddenly it hits you,

and the reality is far worse than anything that you have ever imagined.

You know, they had blankets and wine,

and they were just lying there.

They had their hands all over each other.

She looked up.

Who, Megan?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I wouldn't have touched her, but she, um...

She started screaming at me, and...

I hit her.

She fell backwards, and...

She went over the edge, and then Sarah was screaming at me that I'd killed her.

She went for the car, so I grabbed her, and then I had my hands around her throat.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I just kept going, didn't I?

Just keep going.

How'd it go?

A little times two.

Let him know what he wants.

Hey, you ready?

Sure.

Great.

Boat's booked.

Let's rock and roll.

What's that?

Champagne.

Can't go fishing without champagne.

It's French.

Yeah, what else?

I can't do this.

What?

I just can't.

What I said before, it sort of wasn't true that there is someone else.

Right.

Okay.

See you later, then.

How'd you get in?

Well, I got tired of waiting for you to do it, so I had my own cut.

Have you ever heard of a mobile phone that barks?

No.

I thought we had a dog in the courtroom today.

Bloody thing went off twice.

I hope you're hungry.

Mmm, famished.

Honestly, if this idiot hadn't have been a key witness,

I would have thrown him out.

Mmm, it's not bad.

Needs a bit of salt.

Mum.

Oh.

How are you?

I'm good. I'm busy but I'm good.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.