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Hello?

Hello?

- Glenn, hey. - Sergeant.

- What's Dyson doin' here? - He found the boat adrift.

Right. Well, get his statement, then get rid of the prick.

That's Tom. It's my brother.

Not even a day out and you're already up my arse.

Your father's a person of interest in a homicide.

You proud...

..killin' my boy Liam?

Yeah, that's Sarah.

- Anything on the daughter? - She hasn't used her phone.

You think she's in the water?

Yeah, I think a former cop up there might be involved.

Sam Dyson?

Alright, I'll send you the file.

You told my constable someone left the boat after the argument.

Yeah, blond hair. Kind of surfer-y.

- I'm gonna hit you tomorrow, alright? - Yeah, of course. Text me the time?

He sent it to me this morning. It doesn't sound like Finn.

BKC, this is Brokenridge 250.

Go ahead, 250.

Mark me code 5 to McKenzie's property

with Benalla 306 and Mansfield 308.

We're executing a warrant.

Roger that, 250. Let us know when you're clear.

Hey, Tammy.

I know it's a lot, Lynne.

My son was a ratbag, but he wasn't a thief

or a murderer.

He had a new job at the brewery, Andie.

He had a plan.

Sarge!

We'll get this done quick.

What have you got?

Credit card receipt for a butane gas canister, bag of ice and bug spray.

Mansfield BP, 30th of December.

Well, Finn doesn't have a credit card.

But the last four digits on the receipt match Emily Gilmour's Visa.

It looks like they were together just before Emily disappeared.

How's all that workin' out for ya?

Depends on the day...

..and the company.

You know, um...

..the bloke who tanked my career?

Mm?

He's the same bloke who found my brother.

Tom?

What do you mean, found him?

And now they want me to dig into the bastard.

Corruption. Misconduct maybe.

Murder.

Who's "they"?

I don't know if it's...

..I don't know if it's irony or karma or...

But it is fuckin' happening.

It is fuckin' happening to me.

Maybe your little lady Buddha over there had it planned all along.

Did she? Hey?

It's a bodhisattva, hm?

It's a bodhis-fuckin'-what?

Not fully enlightened yet.

Like someone else I know.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- Who's that? - Mm...

You want to stay for lunch?

- Oh... - It's only lunch.

Yeah, I'll...

Yeah.

Get that gennie up and running, take it down the east entrance.

Hey, Nash, what time your old man clock on?

12:00.

Got some after-hours work needs doing. Gonna take a few blokes.

- We're good for it.

- Hey, Mitch, about those after-hours...

- Morning. - Sergeant.

How can I help ya?

Actually, just after a quick word with the young fella here.

- Everything alright? - Yeah.

Won't keep him long. He's not in any trouble.

Can you tell me what you know about Finn and Emily?

Finn borrowed my swag.

You know, he and Emily went camping over New Year's.

Taylor Creek, I think it was.

Just the two of 'em?

But there was nothing romantic going on?

Nah. That'd be weird.

Why?

'Cause he was Finn.

Okay.

Is there anything else you remember

about why Finn needed to see you down at the river?

If it was so urgent, why didn't he just say what it was?

I... I don't know.

I'm sorry, Andie, I seriously don't know.

Yeah. It's okay.

You're doing really good.

Hey, Andie?

If I met him down at the river that day,

you think things would be different?

- You know... - Ben.

- ..do you think he'd still be here? - Ben.

We can't know what's going on in someone's head.

You are not responsible for Finn.

You good?

I'm proud of you.

You keep your head down...

..work hard.

You got this.

Have you heard any word back from that lawyer at the DPP?

Handled it, like I said I would.

We're in the clear... for now.

Okay, Sergeant.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Double espresso, no sugar.

- How do you sleep at night? - Who says I sleep?

Okay, I knew it. I'm gonna sneak you a decaf now and then.

I'll know the difference.

What do you reckon?

What is a successful woman like Emily

doing with a river rat like Finn?

They grew up together around here.

But that is the only thing they have in common.

I mean... she's got a science degree.

She works in public housing for the state government.

The... the only thing Finn was good for

was identifying cannabis strains at ten paces.

I don't get it.

Hey, post-mortem just landed.

It says particles of woven polypropylene

were found in Finn's lungs.

- Poly...? - Synthetic fibre.

You find it in feed bags, fertiliser sacks...

Which suggests he had a bag over his head

immediately prior to death.

He was hung with ski rope.

Mind if I come aboard?

Yeah, come in!

- Nice day for it. - Mm-hm.

Yeah. Be better if there was more water.

Keep thinking there's a tree branch just

sitting under there waiting to spear me.

- Been known to happen. - Yeah.

Was the information we gave you of any help?

- It was, thanks. - Oh, great.

I just wanted to clarify something in your statement.

You said that it was Tom Gilmour who yelled,

"Leave her the hell alone."

Yeah, that's right.

But you'd never met him.

How'd you know it was his voice?

I guess I just assumed.

I mean, it was his boat. Why?

Is something wrong?

Just cross-checking statements.

Alrighty. I'll let you get back to your holiday.

- Okay. - Enjoy.

Brokenridge 250 to Brokenridge 900.

Brokenridge 900.

Just been with the Pappases, Stell.

The ski ropes are not a match.

I want you to get onto the houseboat hire.

I want the Pappases' boat's full GPS history

and their, uh, back-to-base tracking logs.

Okay, on it.

And, Stell, I need their precise location

at the time of the murders.

Right away, Sarge.

Sergeant Andie Whitford.

Oh, Mum.

She's gone.

I can't imagine ever losing you or Mum.

It scares me thinking about it.

We're not going anywhere.

- What have you got?

Looks like the Pappases lied.

Hire company GPS logs show that the Pappases and the Gilmours

were moored in this same spot last week.

- Up near Bonnie Doon. - It wasn't just them.

Locals filed noise complaints.

Apparently, there was half a dozen houseboats moored there

having a three-day bender.

Where'd the Gilmours go after that?

Brokenridge Arm. Right down here.

A few days later, the Pappases rejoined them

only to leave a few hours before the Gilmours were murdered.

When they went to Goughs Bay.

So they're about, what,

seven to eight k's away when the crime happened?

Hm.

Sarge!

What have you got for me, Rez?

Leo and Kat met on a Caribbean cruise eight months ago.

Married in Bali last month.

Caribbean, Bali... Bonnie Doon. The high life continues.

Any link to the Gilmours?

No tags. No comments. No likes.

Wait. Go back one.

Pineapples.

The cocktail, on his shorts, all those balloons before...

They're swingers.

You know, swingers are...

Yeah, I know what a swinger is, but...

Well, the pineapple is the universal symbol for the lifestyle.

Kat had a pineapple pendant on yesterday.

How do you know this?

Oh, I'm a millennial. We all dabble in ethical non-monogamy.

I'm a millennial. I don't...

Oh, but there is still time, Rez.

Oh, my God.

It's like watching a ghost appear.

So cool.

I'd say she's ready.

Okay.

Ah! Not bad. Not bad at all.

- I'd say you're a natural. - Can I do another one?

- Yeah, of course you can. - Okay.

Wow.

- Brilliant. - Hm-hm!

How's the family?

Didn't Andie tell you?

Tell me what?

Nanna Lizzy passed away yesterday.

I'm sorry, Sam.

- I thought that... - Oh...

How is Andie holding up?

- I'm worried about her. - Mmm.

And not even just because of...

All she does is work. She doesn't really have much of a life.

Yeah.

Why do you have that?

Oh...

Must have fallen out of some old file when I was rearranging things.

Come on.

He's back, you know?

I saw him out on the street.

- He speak to you? - No.

- Did he hurt you? - No.

- But he scared me. - Yeah.

Listen to me.

I will not let Nash Mason harm you

or anyone in your family.

I promise.

Okay.

Come on.

We can place you and your wife on the lake

with Tom and Sarah Gilmour most of that day.

It wasn't just a houseboat holiday. It was a swingers' hook-up.

Am I right?

Tom and Sarah hosted. It's an annual thing.

Yes, it's... unconventional.

No, it's not illegal. Nobody's getting hurt.

So why lie?

The Gilmours are private people.

So are we. We wanted to respect that.

Not end up as... clickbait.

You see, I don't see swinging as dirty.

Sadly, a lot of people do.

No-one's judging. You've got nothing to be ashamed of.

Oh, I'm not ashamed.

It's honest.

No secrets. No double lives.

Your boat shadowed the Gilmours for days.

Even trailed them from Bonnie Doon.

Then a few hours before the murder, you peel off. Why?

Yeah, we left because, um...

..Tom was getting, uh,

pushy... with Kat.

- Pushy? - Mmm.

Tell me about your relationship with Tom Gilmour.

- I didn't have one. - So you didn't...?

No, we did not.

Well, it's not a free-for-all. You know, consent matters.

And Tom wasn't happy about that?

He was the host, so I guess he felt... entitled.

And you got jealous?

Jealous people don't last long in this lifestyle.

But we do have rules.

And...

..Tom was trying to bend them.

And how did your husband react to Tom's sense of entitlement?

Well, he didn't get a chance to react.

The Gilmours' daughter rocked up.

- Emily? - It was unexpected.

- Sarah asked us to leave. - It was no a big deal.

Uh, how was Emily?

What was her behaviour like? Her interaction with her parents?

Um, did anything strike you as unusual?

We didn't even speak to her.

When we left, they were all alive and well.

Alrighty.

One catch of the day.

Late lunch or early dinner?

- Both. - Oh.

You're Helen Hartley, aren't you?

Glenn Gilmour.

Oh, my gosh. I am... I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thanks. And I'm sorry for what you went through.

- The Artemis case. - Oh.

You and your daughter, brave as hell.

Well, don't know about that.

I read the file a while back.

Yeah, Rose De Vigny, real piece of work.

It's a funny thing - I, um... I ran into her a few times.

She pretended to be, you know, the big art benefactor type.

I like your work, by the way. I saw it online.

I mean, I can't draw a stick figure myself, so who am I to say?

I run a weekly art class at the Memorial Hall, if you're keen.

Yeah, Rose had everyone fooled, didn't she?

Yeah. Yeah, she was very persuasive.

That's what the manipulators do.

They make you feel like you're the only one that matters and then...

Anyway, I'm sorry to...

No, no, it's fine. I just feel a bit stupid.

No, don't. I mean, even Dyson missed it.

It was happening under his nose for 50 years.

Almost... unbelievable, isn't it?

- I wouldn't know. - Oi, Gilmour!

Stop hittin' on my staff.

For God's sake.

Get outta here, Helen.

Ahh!

- Hell yeah! - What are you up to?

Oh, nothin' much.

You know, I just thought I'd hang out here tonight.

- Is that your first? - Yeah.

Some of the blokes wanted me to go down to the pub with them after work.

I said no.

You hungry? There's plenty of grub.

Nah, I'm not hungry.

I thought we agreed, though, no drinking during the week.

This came for you.

- Oh, yeah! - More sneakers?

Got more bloody feet than a centipede.

- Hey! - Hey!

Whisky, neat.

Yep.

The good stuff?

I'm on a pension, mate.

- I'll get it. - Thanks, mate. Cheers.

- Fill her up, mate. - Yeah, yeah. No worries.

I hear you went after Kirra, you gobshite.

You go anywhere near her again...

..and you'll wish you were buried with your brother.

Okay?

You got a tail-light out. And your tyres look shot too.

Due for a service.

- A few years back. - Hm.

You were at the pub, The Lodge.

- Only had a couple of beers.

- Looking pretty chummy with Sam Dyson.

Him and Rose De Vigny, were they ever an item?

I mean, you and your little brother, you were pretty tight with Rose.

I mean, she trusted you. Did she trust Dyson too?

I don't... I don't know shit about Dyson.

He was just threatening me at the pub.

Mm-hm.

You gonna write me up or what?

If Dyson ever gives you grief, you let me know.

Hey, you.

Hey.

Oh. You're looking tired.

Are you taking any time off work?

I'm in the middle of a case, Helen.

Andie, you don't have to hold it together every single second.

Not with me.

Yeah. You're right.

Thanks for being there with Mum. It meant a lot.

Yeah, of course. We wanted to be there.

Hey, Sarge... Oh.

Oh, sorry, am I... am I crashing?

No, it was... Yep. Back to work.

- Usual? - Thanks.

What's happened?

Command's just called time on the search of the lake.

It's been six days. They're not gonna go for a seventh.

Divers are pulling the pin tonight.

They're saying...

..they're saying that Emily's body

might just turn up as the water keeps dropping.

Mmm.

- Who made the call? - I did.

Could've given me a heads up.

Half a dozen divers in the water is an expensive business, Andie.

Yeah, I get the budget issue, but can't

we find money just for two divers?

Alright. I'll give you two.

For two more days, and that is it.

Understood. Thanks.

Sarge, that pineapple pendant,

it wasn't on Sarah Gilmour's insurance list,

but there was a theft report filed with Eildon Police last week -

jewellery stolen off a houseboat in Bonnie Doon.

A different job?

Eildon sent photos of the stolen items. Mostly gold stuff.

Huh, that's it.

It wasn't just the Gilmours' safe that got hit.

Busy, busy!

Sarge!

What the fuck is that?

Kat, what is that?

Leo has nothing to do with this.

He's... he's never stolen a thing in his life.

He's literally a crypto bro.

How'd you know the combination to Tom's safe?

He was in and out of it all week.

And that's where he kept his stash

of, I don't know, coke,

um... a truckload of V.

Why take Sarah's jewellery?

- 'Cause he crossed the line.

- And the other couples you ripped off?

They were wasted. Easy pickings.

Not your first rodeo?

Where's the money?

There wasn't any money.

I didn't even expect to find jewellery, just the coke.

Two people are dead.

A young woman is still missing.

You and your husband are the last to see them alive.

I'll tell you what I think.

You hit every couple at that party except the Gilmours

because Tom was guarding his safe like a hawk.

When the party broke, you followed.

Bailed when Emily showed.

Came back on your jet ski between 1:00 and 3:00am,

killed the Gilmours and took what you wanted.

No. You're wrong.

Am I?

We didn't kill them. I swear.

And I've got twelve hundred alibis to prove it.

The Pappases reckon they were livestreaming during the murders.

What, like Insta or some sort of adult streaming site?

I don't care.

I just need to know if they were on camera when the Gilmours died.

Take a look at their statement, check it out for me. Please.

Call on line one, Sarge. Alpine Valley Funerals in Mansfield.

Thanks.

Andie Whitford.

Yeah, sorry. Um, thanks for following up.

Uh... perhaps cremation?

Yes, you are. Hey, good boy.

You a good boy, Solomon, hey?

Haven't seen you for a while, mate, hey?

- G'day, stranger. - Hey.

Sorry for your loss.

Kirra told Ben.

- You right? - Yeah. Thanks.

I was riding up the spur yesterday. Good spot to watch the sun come up.

That's your country up there, you know?

There's a community meeting in Mansfield. You should come.

Be good for ya.

I'll be there. I'll introduce ya to the mob.

Let me think about it, hey?

No pressure.

I got a lamb roast in the Weber if you wanna stay for a feed.

Thanks, but I got a bit on tonight.

Look after yourself, hey?

You look knackered, Andie.

Your, uh, honesty's always appreciated, Owen.

Hey, Rez.

Uh, the Pappases' alibi checks out.

Oh, they were streaming?

Two solid hours.

Uh, timestamped.

Hundreds watching. Live comments. Tips.

- Tips? - Yeah, money.

- For requests and stuff. - Okay.

Each to their own. Thanks, Rez.

Hmm.

Okay.

Elizabeth Whitford was my mum.

But not by birth.

I don't know if she meant for me to find out, but...

..here's what I do know.

Lizzy fought her demons.

She made mistakes.

And I loved her.

So today I say goodbye to the woman who raised me.

Rest easy, Mum.

Sarge, just letting you know that Operations called.

They've officially pulled the pin on the search of the lake for Emily.

It's over.

I'm so sorry.

Where are you, Emily?

Andie!

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