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Sam did that?

I made a choice.

To protect him.

I had to tell her... everything.

Can you trust her?

I don't know.

You proud...

killin' my boy Liam?

I will not let Nash Mason harm you

or anyone in your family.

What if Emily's not a victim?

No traces of her blood on the houseboat.

Only Tom and Sarah's.

She loved her family. Emily wouldn't. No fuckin' way.

Where are you, Emily?

Hey.

Where is she? Is she alive?

-She is. -Thank Christ. Can I see her?

-She's in ICU on a ventilator. -I'd like to see her.

Hey, Em.

It's me.

It's Uncle Glenn.

I'm here. I got ya.

Okay? I got ya.

Get Forensics down here.

Full work-up, including rape kit.

Can you authorise the clearance on that?

Sure.

I'm taking a fingernail sample

from the right index finger.

Just from the one hand.

There's plenty here.

Buccal swab collected.

Can you please pass me a speculum?

Hey, we're back.

Alright, guys, get inside, get cleaned up.

Write up your overtime.

Jax, can I have a word, mate?

What, did you fall in a hole, Nash?

You fancy a bit of extra cash this arvo?

-That'll help you out. -Definitely.

Alright, here we go.

They're all cringe.

They're not all cringe.

Mum's giving me a whole stand at the exhibit

and I've got, like, three photos that don't suck.

Uh-uh-uh.

No, look, look. You've got much more than three.

Yeah, but they're all shit, Sam. Look.

I wanted... raw and edgy.

You know, not every photograph has to be raw and edgy.

Sometimes it just needs to tell the truth.

Will you take me out tomorrow?

We'll go get that freaky mist shot you won't shut up about.

Mmm. Bravo.

Wait. Hold on. Mum's calling.

The daughter of murdered couple...

-Hey, Mum. -Hey. Where are you?

Uh, at Sam's.

I need you to come home.

What? Why?

To... clean your room.

Since when do you care if my room's clean?

Because I've asked you, like, three times already.

Mum, I'll just do it later.

Would you just...

Can you just come home, Ki?

Just do this for me.

With what's happening, with the Gilmours, I'm worried.

Fine. Okay. I'll come home.

Jesus.

Mum's acting weird.

She says she wants me to come home.

Mums, huh?

-Yeah, literally. -Hmph.

Alright. Uh... will I take you home?

Sure.

But... you're still taking me out tomorrow.

Promise.

Come on. Let's go.

Mm-hm, before she freaks the hell out.

Preliminary forensic report just came back on Emily.

Polypropylene fibres found in her hair,

same as Finn's lungs.

Ah. Bag over the head.

Traces of lime on her clothes.

And the ligature marks - partially healed.

She'd been free of her restraints for at least a week.

Head injury was most likely due to a recent fall.

No signs of sexual assault.

But there's other stuff.

Bruising. Tissue damage.

It... it looks like she was tortured.

Was she taken on impulse?

Are we looking for a sadist...

Or a serial killer?

I want a 24-hour guard on her.

No gaps, no lapses.

Absolutely.

Won't be a second.

I know you and Jax tried to ambush Sergeant Whitford.

What?

Gaffney's Bridge.

Stolen hatchback. Tell me I'm wrong.

I don't know what crazy shit you got in your head.

Oh, I may be crazy, but I'm not an idiot.

I've warned you before.

If you or Jax lift one finger against Andie,

I will put you both down like dogs.

You got me?

No hesitation.

What was that about?

Nothin' important.

Come on. Let's get you home.

What are you doing in there?

None of your fuckin' concern.

Dyson knows about the ambush.

We've got a problem.

No, I got a problem.

You.

Liam's blood on her hands... Some big brother you are.

Oh, what?

Have a fuckin' crack. Go on.

Go on. Give it your best shot.

Go on. Go on. Do your fuckin' best!

Come on. Come on. Crack it. Crack it.

Come on, come on. Hit it hard.

Come on!

I fuckin' loved Liam.

Whatever happened here, mate, it's not on me.

Why didn't you protect him?

Mate, I can smell it. I can smell it.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Mind if I have a seat?

Ah! Be my guest.

-Can I get you a drink? -No, thanks.

I need to talk to you about Kirra.

What's wrong? Has something happened?

Oh, no, no, no. She's fine.

Well, what is it, then?

You've got to stop seeing her.

Oh. Right.

Well, have you, uh... have you told her?

If we tell Kirra she can't see you,

she'll just dig her heels in.

I'm sorry, Sam.

It has to come from you.

The price of old sins.

Hm.

Listen, um...

I'm very sorry.

About everything.

You planning on trackin' half the bush in?

Sorry.

Dinner will need a blast.

Here.

Oh, already ate.

Got caught up on the mine?

You gonna get that?

Might be Kirra.

Or that betting app that's been robbing you blind.

Well, it's my money, okay?

I can spend it how I want to spend it.

And I smell the beer on ya under all that Lynx.

So I don't know who you're trying to fool.

So what? It's not like I drove home.

Okay? I'm not a bloody kid anymore.

-Aren't ya? -No, I'm an adult.

Then start acting like one!

You know what? Fuck off, Owen!

And go take a fuckin' shower. You stink of the mine.

Night. Night. Night. Night, guys.

Have a good one, guys. Don't be late tomorrow, please!

See ya later, mate.

Mitch, I want to talk to you.

-What about? -You.

Your culture.

My what?

The grog. The gambling.

You got Ben thinking it's normal, and it isn't.

He's just blowing off steam, mate.

Oh, is that what you're doin'?

Look, he's a good kid, alright? Just try cutting him some slack.

He doesn't need slack. He needs some bloody guidance.

Yeah, that's what I'm giving him.

By filling his head full of crap?

He doesn't even have a future at that pit of yours.

Better than carting tourists through wombat shit.

Hey, what did you say?! Say it again!

Touch me again, I'll knock you out, Cooper.

Big talk.

Easy when you got a cheer squad.

Yeah? Come on! Yeah?

-Come on, come on! -Yeah? Come on!

Lucky, Cooper.

Clear off!

Boys, come on. Break it up!

He started it!

-You good? -Yeah.

Are you good?

Yeah. Two beers. I'm good.

-You been drinking? -Nah.

Then get in your car, drive straight home.

Come on.

You were supposed to come to me first, remember?

Is this about Ben again?

My son treats me like I'm irrelevant,

like I'm some old bastard who doesn't get it.

He's just figuring out who he is, mate.

Usually means pushing back against the people

who give a damn about you.

Owen, I got a favour to ask.

Crime Scene went over the spot where you found Emily Gilmour.

Came up empty.

I need you to try and find where she was held.

You know that bush up there better than anyone.

-I guess I can have a look. -Yeah.

If you find something, anything, you call me on your sat.

No Lone Ranger shit.

Cool, calm and collected - that's me.

Sure. Let's pretend I believe that.

He hasn't budged.

Okay. Thanks.

You've been here two days.

Go home, Glenn.

We've got 24-hour surveillance now.

We'll call if anything changes.

I need you to wake up, Emily.

Hey, I'm so sorry.

I completely forgot I had a shift at the cafe.

Are you ready now?

I was thinking we could try for some water silhouettes

or the creepy trees.

Ooh!

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry, love.

I... I can't do it today.

That storm a couple of nights back, it made a hell of a mess.

I've got to get it cleared.

Yeah, but, Sam, we've got the exhibit in, like, two days.

It won't take long.

Yeah, but I've got to get it done!

You know, you shouldn't be doing that stuff anyways.

Why? I'm not an invalid.

The, uh... the lake's mucky anyway.

Yeah, mucky's perfect.

Reflections, texture...

I thought you wanted to help me with my photography.

I gave you a bloody camera, didn't I?

What else do you need me to do? Take the photos for ya?!

What's going on?

I just can't spend my time babysitting a 16-year-old kid.

That's all. Just...

Go and hang out with your friends.

Right.

All clear!

Petrol. Burned fast and fierce.

Lucky the whole bush didn't go up.

Just as well it rained last night.

Lucky you're not in a body bag, Lone Ranger.

Oh, they could've shot me if they wanted to.

Just trying to scare me, I reckon.

Yeah, I'll get Crime Scene up here.

Doubt there's much worth baggin', though.

Andie.

I dropped that when I legged it.

Same kind they used to hang Finn.

So it's all connected.

Emily was here.

Tied up. Tortured.

Must have got left alone.

Worked the edge of the chair.

Got herself free. Good girl.

Well, she obviously knew the terrain.

Where to go, where to forage.

Yeah, she's an enviro scientist. Has some bush craft.

Someone's cleaning house.

The lime's industrial grade.

-That means limited buyers. -Farmers probably.

-Do vineyards use it? -Sometimes, yeah.

Raise their soil pH.

That's exactly what Mikey said Emily was helping him with.

His pH was "cactus".

But Mikey wouldn't torture her. Surely not.

Why do any of these pricks do anything?

Yeah, 20 years in and I'm still trying to work it out.

Check all local suppliers. Go as far as Shepparton.

Let's see who's buying this stuff.

You're home early.

Are you trying to get me sacked?

What? Were ya?

I just told Mitch to look out for ya.

-You punched him. -I never punched him.

Mitch is my boss!

He doesn't have to be. Come and work with me.

Honestly, you're just jealous.

Jealous of what?

Mitch values me.

He's using you. A diversity hire to tick a government box.

That's all you are to him.

That's bullshit.

I got a future there.

And you told Kirra this?

I don't answer to Kirra.

No, but you do answer to me while you live under this roof.

Well, I'll move out, then.

Go pack your swag, then.

Go on. Go pack your swag!

He was so mean, Mum.

It's like he was someone else.

I don't know, maybe...

maybe I bored him.

I obviously did something wrong.

No! No, Ki.

Sa...

He probably just needs some space.

If I know what I did, I could fix it.

No. Sam's right.

You should spend more time with mates your own age.

You've just been hanging out with an old man.

-You think I'm pathetic. -No!

Hey...

Oh, no, I... I just don't want you getting hurt.

Hey.

-Hey, Ben. Come on in. -Hey, Helen.

Oh, my God.

Hey, look who's here.

Hey, Ki.

My dad kicked me out.

-What?! -What? Why?

He's just being a prick.

He just keeps raggin' on about the mines.

You got a place to stay?

He's staying here.

Not a good idea.

-Why not? -Why do you...

Hey, it's okay.

The mine's got some extra bunks for the city boys.

I'll just go and crash there.

Gosh... He can at least stay here tonight, Mum.

Please?

Just tonight.

You can... you can take the couch.

-Oh, my... -I actually brought my swag.

Oh!

-He brought his swag. -Mm.

No whisky. I'm on a cleanse.

Since when?

What are you doing in Mansfield?

Hospital.

Your niece?

Yeah, I saw the news. I'm sorry.

Do you know who did it?

Well, I should.

It's what I do, isn't it?

Solve other people's fuckin' tragedies.

Just not my own.

Hey, I told you, no clients when my boy's home.

I'm... I'm more than just a client.

And I... I thought you wanted...

What? Another cop for a husband?

Not a cop. A detective.

Been there, done that.

Hey, what's, um...

what's happening with the...

You should wake up the boy. We'll play...

-No, it's... -I want to meet your son!

It's ten o'clock at night. You're drunk.

-Hugo? Hugo? -No, you're not meeting my boy.

And you are just a client.

Hey, um, how much do you want?

I... I...

Don't be a dick, Glenn.

Can I stay on the couch, then?

I'm too pissed to drive, so...

Just...

-Yeah, alright. No snoring. -Oh, I can't promise that.

I'll smother you with a pillow.

Smother me? Oh, fuckin' do it.

I would.

Jax! Nash!

Open the bloody door!

Jax? Nash?

What are you doin'?

What the hell is all this?

Oh, shit.

Where's Jax?

-Where's Jax?! -I don't know!

Oh, shit.

The fuckin' car!

Andie, don't use your car!

I think Jax Mason has wired it with a bomb.

Don't start the motor!

Call me!

Oh, leave me alone.

Where's Andie?

-Sam, are you okay? -Andie! Where is she?!

Sam! What's going on?

-Oh! -Is it your heart?

No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Where's your car?

Your car! Where is it?!

I got Reza to take it into Mansfield.

The electrics were playing up on the drive in. Why?

♪ Come on, let's get out of here... ♪

Hey, Sarge.

Reza, I need you to pull over now and get out of the car.

Why? What's goin' on?

Just stop and get out now!

Okay, I'm out.

Now move away as far as you can.

We think there is an explosive device in the car.

I'm about two k's north of the Macs Point turn-off.

There's traffic.

We'll have to cordon off...

Reza?

Reza?!

Rez!

Fire and ambulance. I'll get the car.

-Okay. -I'll take care of it.

Thanks for that.

-How's your ears? -Oh, still ringing.

Could be worse.

You're lucky.

The blast direction and distance saved your bacon.

Next time you want a day off, just call in sick, yeah?

What?! I can't hear you!

Bomb Squad confirmed it was a homemade ANFO device.

Industrial-grade explosive.

Pipe bomb stuffed into the car door,

then rigged to the electronic lock.

Did you click the key?

Just out of reflex.

Yeah, it's quicker and easier than wiring the ignition.

It's basic... and opportunistic.

Do you want this bagged?

Yeah, please.

You didn't know what your old man was doing in here?

He had a padlock on the door.

Where is he, Nash?

Told you, I haven't seen him since last night.

Mitch Hamilton just confirmed

they're missing two bags of ANFO from the mine's lock-up.

Where's the second bag?

Never seen it.

Those look familiar.

Jax steal that lime from the mine as well?

I don't know where he got 'em.

For someone who lives here, you don't know very much.

Do you know what you use lime for?

The wild dogs we shoot.

Helps break 'em down.

We're done here. The constable will take your statement.

-You believe him? -I don't trust him.

Put a KALOF out on Jax nationwide.

Heard someone tried to blow you up.

Come in.

-Nothin' fancy. -I ate at work.

Is your job worth getting blown up over?

You're lucky no-one died.

Uh, that's not why I'm here.

I punished you.

For choosing Sam over us, over family.

But after what I did to Kirra,

cutting her off from Sam, seeing what that did to her...

I realised how hard it's been for you.

But now that that's all out in the open...

maybe...

Sam and I aren't out of the woods yet.

And I'm not taking you and Kirra down with me.

Okay.

So it looks like we can reduce her sedation in the morning.

Okay.

If she regains consciousness, you won't be able

to inundate her with questions.

No, I understand, but it's important

we speak to her as soon as possible.

Code Blue!

Hey! Hey, you! Hey! Stop!

Hey!

She's gone into cardiac arrest.

Adrenaline standing by.

Keep compressions at 120.

-Rate check? -No rate.

-Femoral pulse? -No pulse.

Adrenaline's done nothing. There's no change.

There's something else going on here.

-Nothing's working. -Preparing to defib.

Clear!

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