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Oh, golly. -Hello, darling!

Mum? -You must be Mackenzie's boss.

He's not my boss.

Well, he's very commanding, darling.

I heard about the wedding.

He doesn't have much luck, does he?

I don't think luck has much to do with it.

Oh, you're back!

Ah, Mackenzie...

Well... -Meet Dr Leo Drake,

new pathologist.

First day.

I do my research. Whenever I start a new job,

I make sure I know exactly who I'm dealing with.

Detective Sergeant Clarke.

MACK CHUCKLES

COLIN: I'm just saying, you could have called,

sent a message, a homing pigeon.

But no, you were too busy,

on the open road, to spare a thought

for all the people back here...

Col... -..worried sick about you.

I missed you too, mate.

I don't blame you for taking some time out after, uh...

..ah...you know.

You can say "the wedding".

Have you, uh...?

Have you spoken to her since you've been back?

Mack?

Nah. I don't think she even knows I'm back.

I meant Daisy.

Yeah. Course.

She's, uh, living her best life in Thailand, so...

..that's...great.

Welcome back drinks. I'm thinking...

Uh... -..start at the surf club.

I don't think that's the best idea.

I don't know how long I'm going to be here.

You're not staying? -Depends how long it takes

for me to sort out Daisy's stuff.

Do you reckon you can keep a lid on me being back?

You mean lie? To Mackenzie?

Just till I get my head straight.

Oh, yeah.

Piece of cake.

Come on!

Boss will kill me if I'm late again.

I thought you were her favourite.

CHUCKLES

"Paradise Spews"!

CHAIN RATTLES

Look out, night shift's arrived!

What time do you call this?!

Hey, you reckon the boss has noticed?

Good afternoon, Saxon.

Ah... Sorry, boss.

Rough morning.

Yeah, well, it'll get rougher if you fall behind again today.

Ooh.

Don't say I never do anything for you.

Yeah. Oh, er, hang on. I swear

I've got some shrapnel here, somewhere.

What's the tab up to now? Deposit on one of these units?

Oh, give it a rest, Slinky!

CAR APPROACHES

HORN BEEPS

MUSIC THUMPS

Oh, I didn't think the big dog was in till the meeting.

Heard you were slacking.

Ha-ha.

Just, um, finish what you didn't get to yesterday.

Let's go.

Hey, and Bee? -Mm?

Could you send up some decent music today?

And no checking out my bum as I'm getting up there.

CHUCKLES

Ugh, what's it going to be this week?

So, how many tickets did you collect to get here this early?

We've got a problem.

MUSIC BLASTS

Cracking day!

MUSIC DROWNS OUT CONVERSATION

Ready to talk to your team, or are you still having a sulk?

This will kill them, you know.

So they'll do overtime.

SCOFFS

Suddenly we have the money for that?

Let me worry about the money.

You do your job and talk to the boys.

Oi, Saxon!

METALLIC HAMMERING

Meeting's on. Let's go.

Does that mean he's coming down?

We'll start without him.

One more week. -We're almost there.

We're not almost there!

We're behind as it is and now we've got to speed up.

I'm just one man.

No, you're not.

He can't even be bothered coming down for a meeting.

I'm here slogging my guts out!

Stop whingeing and get on with it.

LOUD CLATTER

Saxon?

Saxon, are you there?

Probably find him in the surf!

LAUGHS

Saxon!

I hate this tub.

Darling, how can you say that?

You were born in here. -OK. Come on, get out.

He'll be here any minute.

Oh! Good morning!

Oh, my stars!

Do not get out.

Morning, Colin!

You staying for breakfast?

I have some lovely papayas. -Look, we are leaving!

I might just, um...

Might just, uh...

Look at that stride!

Such powerful calves.

You embarrassed him.

Oh, I did not! He's fine!

Put some clothes on!

Can't hear you.

I'm not embarrassed.

Why would I be embarrassed by the human form?

Do not say "human form" ever again.

What's in your hair?

Uh, nothing.

Victim's name is Saxon Rouse.

Came off the roof, through that barrier.

A fall from that height - not necessarily fatal.

No. Unless you're unlucky

and land on your head, like our victim.

Hard hat's fallen off before he hit the ground.

Skull took the brunt of the force.

Tell you what - might put off prospective buyers

once word gets out a man died here.

Oh, you're thinking about property prices right now,

aren't you?

Can't afford a place like this at market price.

It's like a 200 grand deposit to buy it off the plan.

You can do better, mate. Floor plans look rubbish,

and I reckon they're cutting corners on the aggregate.

Oh, you almost sound like a real tradie.

I was.

Oh...

You were a tradesman?

Yeah.

What, you worked with...

..hammers and drills and saws and things?

I still do.

Just for autopsies instead of timber.

Paid my way through uni working as a labourer.

Oh, am I meant to be impressed?

Well, I managed to get my medical degree

at the same time, so I didn't do too badly.

New boots -

fresh grip on the soles.

Nice. Not cheap. -Mm.

Wow. -Yeah.

That is a lot of dosh for a work site.

Right, let's check out that view, Colin.

COLIN GASPS

Incredible.

Imagine waking up to this!

CHUCKLES

Hey. -What?

Careful. Water. -A bit hazardous.

Saxon was up here sawing wood.

It looks like he slipped and went through the barrier.

Bolt's missing.

SAW WHIRS

Oh! - Oh!

Sorry.

No, do that again.

Pardon?

LOUD WHIR

What are you doing?

Leo?

Does he have those earmuff things down there?

There's none up here.

No. But he's got everything else.

Huh...

He's got all his other safety gear on.

Why wouldn't he be wearing earmuffs?

He was. Saw them myself,

right before we called the meeting.

You are...? -Lucas Denetto.

This is my project.

Denetto... You're the developer.

Developer, financier, DJ. Wear a few hats.

Bridgette Mumbi - site manager.

Call me Bee. -Dale Clempton.

He works for me.

And you saw Saxon upstairs at what time?

BEE: - Um, eight-ish.

Didn't realise that was the last time we'd see him alive.

COLIN: - And none of you witnessed the fall?

No. We were all in the meeting.

One more week.

You didn't wait for Saxon to start?

No. If you waited for him, you'd be waiting forever.

And about ten minutes in, we heard him go over.

LOUD CLATTER

DALE: - Yeah. Poor kid.

I should have been tougher on him

with safety and all that, but he...

He never listened. He was always mucking around.

Is that from work?

Oh, it's, um...

No, it's, um...

..basketball with my...my girls.

It's just the three of you and Saxon that worked on the site -

no other staff?

Full-time, yeah, except the ranger

from the local Aboriginal Land Council.

Jai Cobby.

Yeah, he's here from time to time to check our excavation

for anything of...cultural significance.

Is that usual?

There's been a bit of a worry from the locals

that we're building on ancestral land,

so Jai checks on what we've dug up.

All clear so far.

Does he have access to the site?

Does he have a key?

Yes.

Yes. -Yeah.

But he doesn't work for you?

No, he just comes and goes when he wants, really.

Saxon was his best mate, so he's...

He's going to be devo when he hears.

Did Saxon usually carry around three grand?

DALE: - Classic!

He said he couldn't even afford his coffee this morning.

Hey!

Excuse me.

What are you doing?!

Saxon's not going to eat it.

What harm's it doing? -It's evidence.

Nobody killed him with a chop.

It's a meat tray.

Sorry, that'll, um... That'll have to come with us.

Slinky...?

What does that mean? -It's a nickname.

Can I go now?

MACK: Could anyone else have been on site?

No access without a key.

Not paying for your coffee?

But Saxon was loaded!

It's not exactly grounds for murder.

Murder?! Wasn't it an accident? He...

..slipped and fell?

How do you explain the earmuffs, then?

I'll tell you what. Oh-ho! Look at that.

If I lived here, I'd be straight into the water...

Tyre tracks. -..every single day.

You'd struggle to get me out until dark.

How could you resist with the ocean so close?

Let's see if Reggie and Felix have found anything.

You know, this used to be a block of ten units here,

and that was all reserve.

And now what's it going to be?

Couple of townhouses for holiday rentals.

Empty half the time.

And what happens to the people who lived here?

You know, I used to come here as a kid with my nan.

Aw! -She told me

the best times to watch humpbacks migrate.

Aww.

Yeah, see, that's the problem with these developers.

They don't understand

the historical significance of this land.

Anything? -No earmuffs.

They can't have disappeared into thin air.

We know he had them on the roof before the meeting.

But they weren't on the body or on the roof.

Nobody had a chance to take them.

Saxon!

MACK: But somebody did.

Somebody was with him.

The person that killed him.

But the only people that were here

were in a meeting when he died.

Exactly.

So how did one of them...push him off that roof?

Oh... Saxon Rouse!

I must have yelled that name a thousand times.

I had him for Year 10 English. What a little ratbag.

In a meeting at the time of his murder,

Bee Mumbi, site manager...

..Dale Clempton...

Dale's record is eclectic, to say the least.

Drink-driving, affray

and illegal crab racing.

I thought we'd clamped down on that!

And Lucas Denetto -

developer.

Yeah, on a bit of a run of failed projects.

The last three didn't make it. People lost a lot of money.

REGGIE: - Denetto? - Yeah.

Why do I know that name?

Because Lucas is the son of David Denetto.

Oh, that's right - oh, nightclubs.

Mm. -Oh, yeah.

He owned The Boneyard!

Oh, oh!

We spent quite a few lost nights there. My goodness!

But he's also into union corruption, intimidation,

a little bit of money laundering -

what we used to call a colourful racing identity.

- Gangster. - That's it.

Last time I heard,

he was sniffing around bootleg tobacco.

You seem quite up-to-date.

Oh...

..David Denetto and I go way back.

Now his idiot son is hanging around Dolphin Cove.

Mm.

Yes, Jai Cobby. We're still running him down.

Mm. -Uh, victim his best mate.

Had access to the site.

Yeah, he's a local ranger.

Uh, the Land Council said he was out at East's,

uh, clearing bush, but we didn't see him.

Well, the money from Saxon's pocket

didn't come from his bank account.

It's been empty for weeks.

Huh...

OK, so, if Saxon was broke,

where did that money come from,

and why was it in his pocket on the day he was murdered?

Hello?

What's she doing here? -Hello?

Mackenzie...

Busy?

Yes, I am.

Oh, exciting police work!

No. No, no, no. Boop-boop.

Is there...? Yes? Is there something?

Yeah. My friend Judy, round the point...

Remember Judy - long silver hair?

No. Anyway?

She's doing a pottery class.

Anyway, I just wanted to drop by.

Keep my eye in, you know?

MACK: Great.

Well, I was hoping I could get a lift.

I'm at work.

Well, I can wait.

Wait outside. -Oh, OK!

OK!

Um, we might have something on the boots.

REGGIE: - $400. Can you believe it?

Yeah, they only stock them at one store in town.

They don't sell many. But the staff member remem...

Deb! She's pregnant again! Oh, good on her!

Anyways, she remembered

selling a pair to a handsome young man

matching Saxon's description.

But he didn't pay for them.

Wh-Who did?

Ever seen a grown man lose a toe?

Boots are much cheaper than replacing a worker.

And he was my mate.

Oh, more than a mate.

There are a few text messages from you on his phone.

Ah, yeah, a bit of flirting.

As if you two have never done that.

LAUGHS

Um, y-you texted him, um...

"Same place, my signal," and then, uh...

CLEARS HIS THROAT

..quite a candid photo.

I, uh... Well, I...

To be honest, I totally forgot I sent that!

I don't think I'd ever forget sending a photo like that.

So no-one else knew?

Um...

Maybe Jai. I don't know.

"My signal" - what does that mean?

Is that a code to hook up at work?

Oh. Uh, it was just a bit of fun.

I'd change the colour of my high-vis,

or I'd throw him a wink.

Ooh!

Romantic!

Well, it wasn't meant to be.

It was just a bit of fun.

Yet you bought him his boots.

Did you feel like Saxon was using you?

No.

Plenty of guys buy dinners out - what's the difference?

What about the difference between dinner

and paying someone's rent?

Bills?

Cos Saxon wasn't paying his.

He rinsed you, didn't he?

Rent, bills, boots, coffees.

Are you where the three grand in his pocket came from?

You must have felt used. And who could blame you?

Look, I cared about Saxon.

Yeah, maybe it wasn't going to be forever,

and, yeah, maybe he took advantage.

So I dump him.

I'm not going to turn around and kill him.

Especially not when I was in the middle of a meeting.

JILLIAN COUGHS FORCEFULLY

CLEARS HER THROAT

It's just that it starts in five minutes.

Bee's a scorned lover, out for revenge?

Possible. Especially if Saxon's managed

to squeeze three grand out of her.

Mm.

Ah, a meat raffle.

A raffle of meat!

Every week in every pub.

What a country!

And only one place in Dolphin Cove

does theirs on a Tuesday night.

Um, before we go in, there is something I should tell you.

Glenn's back.

I knew you'd figure it out. How?

Salty hair, itchy ankle from your leg rope.

And you never surf alone.

Sharks.

If you're anxious about seeing him

after what happened at his wedding -

his most recent, uh, wedding -

that's totally natural. I mean, who wouldn't be?

And if you want to speak to someone about it,

I mean, a colleague, or if I may be so brave

as to say a friend...

And she's gone. OK.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Why are you wearing an apron?

It's a favour to Daisy...

..who's still in Thailand.

Still...

..very much apart from me.

I'm just looking after it for now.

That's why you came back.

That's why.

To be a barman.

Well, it's honest work. -Yeah, for someone else.

If you're going to be a snob about it...

I'm not being a snob!

You're...you're a pathologist.

You're a doctor,

and you're a brilliant one.

Anyway, I hear the new guy's pretty good.

Sure, if you...if you like that kind of thing.

COLIN: - Right.

Parking inspector's out there. She gave us two minutes.

Colin, we are the police. -Yeah, I told her that.

She was having none of it. -Right, well, you might know.

Um, last night, a young tradesman won the meat raffle.

Saxon Rouse - yeah, I coached him in junior footy.

He was here with an older bloke - another tradie.

Dale. -Did they seem friendly?

At first, yeah, he was shouting Saxon rounds.

They were watching some college basketball game,

really getting into it. -No!

Saxon was gutted with the result.

It's not that hard to pass the ball!

Then we called the raffle,

there was a bit of argy-bargy over something -

a few too many, probably.

Did it get physical?

Nah. Dale seemed pretty arced up, though.

He was really getting stuck into him. He said...

You better watch out tomorrow, mate, eh?

A threat?

Maybe. Saxon tried to make a joke of it.

He called him something...

Slinky? -That's it.

Right... That's it. Two minutes.

It's good to see you again, Mack.

Everything OK?

I've drawn a line under it, Colin.

He's got to come back here eventually.

You know that building's going to be four storeys

when it's only zoned for three.

So?

Well, how did it get past Council?

A couple of brown paper bags, I reckon.

Not my business.

Mate, why are you pretending you're OK

with this thing going ahead, when it's clear you're not?

I'm not pretending.

I'm realistic.

Council aren't listening. Nobody is.

Well, I am.

I mean, I loved hearing the story

about your nan taking you there to watch the whales copulate.

Migrate! -Yeah, well, that too, yeah.

You know they're the local mob's totem here?

Really?

Yeah. Thousands of years back

that place was the kind of spot that we'd get together

and share stories and food and...

It's important. -Yeah.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

It's important to us, anyway.

I don't know how much that counts for.

Yeah.

Here he is - Jai Cobby!

Wait! Where are you going?!

TYRES SCREECH

G'day, Officer!

What can I do for you?

Everything OK, boss?

Yes, yes, just a little...

..pied cormorant.

Oh! -Just over there.

Don't see that every day.

Birding...

PHONE RINGS

Maybe I'll get into that.

It's Felix.

Felix?

Well, keep him there.

You are a hard man to pin down, Jai Cobby.

Yeah. Not been the easiest morning.

I'm very sorry.

You're a ranger? -Yeah.

Which means...?

I work for the Land Council here.

It's my job to protect

and preserve the land and my culture.

Does that include inspecting building sites?

If those sites are culturally significant.

And is the site Saxon was working on

culturally significant?

Absolutely.

Mobs pass down stories for generations.

But to prove it, you need whitefella evidence.

Physical evidence. Which I don't have yet.

So you've got a key?

Yeah.

Were you there around 8am this morning?

No, I was clearing bush at East's.

Can anyone confirm that?

Because we matched some tyre tracks

outside the site to the wheels of your ute.

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

I, um, dropped Saxon off after a surf,

but I didn't hang around and I didn't go into the site.

Is there any way that we can confirm that?

Sorry, am I under arrest? -No.

Because my best mate just died this morning,

and I have a few things to take care of.

Of course. Thank you for your time.

Follow him.

No gambling apps on Saxon's phone.

But I spoke to a couple of companies,

and he did have accounts with them.

Well, he must have deleted the apps.

Caring that much about college basketball...

Mm. -..empty bank account...

Gambling problem. -And a bad one.

Seems like he was a mess. Poor bloke.

Could the three grand have been winnings?

What from? His team lost. -Mm.

I love your enthusiasm, but, uh,

it's a bit early for results.

Are there any marks on Saxon's body?

Bruises, scratches...?

Bit around his knuckles.

Could be normal wear and tear from building work.

Dale has an injured wrist.

We think he might have been bullying Saxon.

Maybe hit him? -Mm.

I'll keep an eye out. Wouldn't be the first time.

Some worksites are like that. Hazing, stupid stuff.

Did you ever cop it?

Huh!

My first day as an apprentice,

the boys plastered my phone into the wall cavity.

Took me all day trying to find it.

What about nicknames?

Slinky - does that mean anything?

I haven't heard of that one.

We had, uh, Deckchair -

folds under pressure!

Oh, and, uh, Blister.

Shows up after the hard work's done!

Oh, that's actually quite clever.

Mm. -What was yours?

Oh, no.

Nah, no, I never had one.

You know it's my job to tell when people are lying?

I'm not lying.

COLIN: - Don't fight it.

She'll break you.

I've seen it happen.

Wheelbarrow.

Has to be pushed to work. -Blatantly untrue!

Oh!

Oh!

We had it the wrong way around!

What? -Slinky!

Dale's nickname? -Yeah.

Think about it. What do we know about Slinkys?

Useless, but fun to push down the stairs.

Hilarious, isn't it?

Saxon was bullying you.

That writing on your tool box - it's pretty old,

so he'd been doing it a while.

Bullying?

Snowflake term for wusses who whine to their bosses.

COLIN: - Was that how you injured your wrist?

Wasn't from playing basketball with your daughters.

Agh!

LAUGHS

MACK: Saxon pushed you down the stairs.

No incident report, which there'd have to be

if it was a workplace accident.

It's got to be galling.

Got all this experience, all those years of being the alpha,

then this young guy comes along,

and suddenly you're the weak one.

The weak one?

I trained Saxon, just like I trained Bee.

There's supposed to be a bond. You look after each other.

Instead, he could have killed you,

and then made a joke about it. "Slinky."

Makes sense to just deal with him yourself.

Little push. That's all it would have taken.

Righto!

So why didn't I just walk?

There are other jobs.

Oh, you can't afford a day off of work.

Got your daughters to look after,

divorce to pay for,

might be some family court stuff in your future.

"Fathers matter."

Your ex is cutting you out.

I haven't seen my daughters in months.

It's not fair, what the law lets her do.

Quitting wasn't an option.

But murder was.

Do you really think that after 30 years on the tools,

I can't cop a bit of stirring without killing someone?

I don't know. Can you?

It's like the fourth antique shop he's been into.

I mean, what is he doing? -Who knows?

Hey. You know before, when you said no-one's listening?

What did you mean?

Ah, it doesn't matter. -No, Felix.

We have Rangers, we have consultation,

but it all ends up getting built anyway.

Oh, I'm listening.

Yeah, I know.

But what can you do about it?

DOOR CLOSES

Hey, hey, hey!

REGGIE: - Jai Cobby!

CAR DOORS CLOSE

Do not run, young man. Do not!

Why would I run?

Think you're going to want to see this.

What's that?

It's a stone axe head.

Exactly right.

So this is old?

Old? The Tower of London's old. This... This is ancient.

This could date back tens of thousands of years.

Right. A connection to our culture, to country.

Which is what he's been saying all along.

Not like anyone would listen,

but that building site, those townhouses -

they're on ancestral land.

If this is that valuable, why was it in an antique shop?

Saxon.

Bingo.

How did you know?

I saw the money.

Sax! What's this?

He always liked a punt.

We both did.

But he got in way too deep.

You know, he hocked his mum's wedding ring to pay off debts.

And then he started asking me all these questions.

What was I looking for at the site?

How those kinds of tools were made.

Like an idiot, I figured he was interested

because he knew how much it meant to me.

Instead, he was collecting information

so he could sell a priceless artefact.

A piece of culture.

I saw the money this morning.

I put him on the spot, and he told me everything.

You must have been angry.

Of course I was angry.

I told him how I felt.

Angry, access to the site and...

..no alibi.

He was there.

He's got a key.

Mm. But...he looked genuinely gutted.

Ah, you're done. -MACK: It's still there.

Is it? -Uh, is this the cormorant?

Um... I didn't see it.

Concentrating on work, I guess.

Grey tinted windows. -That's it.

Wait, are we still talking about a bird?

Can't see the registration from here.

I can.

Oh, we're talking about a car!

It's parked just over there.

Lucas Denetto's.

Intimidation.

He's trying to throw us off the case.

Well, if he's anything like his old man, I'd say so.

Sorry, how is a parked car intimidating?

It isn't.

That's the point, Colin.

There's no crime, there's no threat,

but there is a message.

"I know where you are."

Um...

Are you OK, boss?

Oh, yeah. Fine, fine.

Did you run the plates?

I did, actually.

And guess what I found?

Where's your car, Lucas?

Parked in a public car park.

I'll tell you what. The rates here are a rip-off.

Hmm. Why were you in Dolphin Cove

the night before Saxon's murder?

What? I came down this morning.

Oh!

That's not what your e-tag says.

Thanks, by the way, for giving us the opportunity

to run your plates.

I checked in to my hotel.

Today was an early start.

Why did you lie? -It's a bit embarrassing.

I didn't want to say it in front of the team,

but I am hopeless without a good night's sleep.

You're a DJ.

So I sleep in.

That's why I came down last night. Go to bed early,

wake up as late as possible, ready to win the day.

But you didn't go to bed early.

The receptionist told us that you left around 11...?

My guess -

Saxon came to you with that axe head he found on your site.

Do you know what this is?

COLIN: - Which is now in our possession.

Evidence that the site is culturally significant.

Could even cause you to face some delays.

Possibly get the site shut down.

I've got good relationships with the department,

so they would just give me a permit to keep going.

That'd take time and money, neither of which you have.

So...

How much did Saxon ask for, to keep it quiet?

It wouldn't matter.

No-one blackmails me. -Or what?

They get pushed off the roof?

Oh, give me a break.

As far as you knew, Saxon was the only one

who knew about that axe head.

The only person that could get your site shut down.

So if he can't talk, the problem goes away.

Be careful throwing around accusations, sweetheart.

Be careful calling me sweetheart.

I'm going to say this one more time.

I was downstairs when he fell.

I heard the barrier break.

It couldn't have been me.

MACK: The one thing that's consistent -

they all say they were downstairs

in a meeting when they heard the barrier break.

Mm.

Mum. Hi.

And hi.

Oh, and also...hi!

Ha... Wha...?

What are you all doing...?

You know, not because you...

Good evening...all.

Glenn and I were just having a wonderful catch-up.

A wonderful catch-up!

It was.

It's, uh, it's been a while.

Ah, you're Glenn Strong! The old pathologist, right?

Yep.

Leo Drake.

You set up a great lab.

Don't know about the yellow walls, but what do I know?

And now he's a barman. A man of the people.

I love it!

LEO: - I never enjoyed it myself. -COLIN: - Oh...

- You used to be a barman? - Yeah, at uni for a while.

I thought you were a tradesman at uni.

Man of many talents.

COLIN: - Oh. Do you surf?

You could come out with us one morning.

In the water? Oh, no, thanks, mate.

- Not my thing. - Ah.

Anyway, I hated being a barman.

Got sick of dealing with too many idiots.

Yeah. I can see how that'd happen.

Enjoy your dinner.

Autopsy report's on the way.

First thing.

I don't want to have to push you, Wheelbarrow.

TUTS

Cheeky!

Uh, Mackenzie, darling, if you're heading off,

um, can you give me a lift home?

OK. Thanks. Wonderful. Bye-bye, Glenn.

OK, off we go, sweetie. Lovely.

This way. Let's go.

Beer?

Yeah, I think four or five, actually.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

I'm fine! I was fine.

You didn't have to escort me off the premises.

You weren't fine!

You were staring into space, shut down.

Which is understandable.

It's overwhelming.

There's so much history with Glenn.

I mean, the wedding.

Both weddings.

And then this new man. -What new man?

The pathologist. -Uh...

The other pathologist.

What, Leo? Mum, he's a colleague.

Oh, well, certainly seemed like there was something there.

There is nothing there!

Stop acting like you can read me.

You have never understood me!

That is not fair!

Mum, I haven't seen you in years.

And now you're back,

and you are still trying to tell me what to do.

I have never in my life told you what to do!

Argh!

What about my wedding?

What about when, on the day, I'm in my dress,

you say to me, "Yeah, you should leave.

"You should get on that plane, Mack.

"You should go to London." What about that?

PHONE RINGS

Colin?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES

I know what you're doing.

Colin sent you, didn't he?

I appreciate it, but, uh, I don't need the baby-sitting.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I have...I have work to catch up on.

Mm...

Is the car still there? -Yeah.

Yep. It's closer, actually.

When did he move it? -Oh, you never see it.

His dad did this to me a long time ago.

What did you do?

I put him away for three years.

CLICKS HER TONGUE

Nice.

Interestingly, Costa, who I worked with back then,

he's now on Operation Alto.

Organised crime. -Yeah. So I gave him a call,

just to see if they had anything of interest

on the Denettos.

And?

This barman thing...

Is that permanent, do you think?

I don't know.

He says it's just a favour to Daisy

until she can sort it out.

A favour to Daisy?

That's why he came back, is it?

That's what he says.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what he says.

Well...

..as long as he's happy.

That's all a mother who supported her precious only son

through ten years of medical training can hope for.

Now, turns out Operation Alto is on David Denetto's phone.

"Problem solved.

"Should be shut down within a week."

I didn't send that.

W-We know you did - to your dad.

Two nights ago, at...

..11:35. -After you met with Saxon.

What's weird, though, is that you're up against it

with the build, money pressures,

trying to complete ahead of schedule...

And then Saxon shows you an artefact

which would definitely shut your site down,

but it's "problem solved".

You never wanted to finish the build.

It was a scam from the start.

You'll make more money if it fails.

What are you talking about?

Buyers put down a big deposit to secure a property

off the plan. Sure, some of that money

goes to traders who work on the site.

And a lot more

that don't even exist. -Mm.

Fake workers that your dad bribed union reps

to register.

Who are your buyers, Lucas?

Who's going to lose their money?

It's confidential, I'm afraid.

You'll have to get a warrant.

We'll get it.

But this is why you didn't pay Saxon off.

As soon as he took that axe head to his best friend

at the Land Council, your site would be shut down

without you having to do a thing. Problem solved.

Very convincing.

No evidence of murder.

Except Saxon could expose your scam.

Saxon was an idiot.

All he cared about was girls and surfing.

He had no idea what was going on.

Or so you say. -Fine.

So I say.

Still no evidence of murder.

But we've got you and your dad for bribery and fraud.

And this...is a parking ticket.

MACK: Great. He'll go for fraud.

Still doesn't get us any closer

to finding out who killed Saxon.

Any more on those earmuffs?

Where are they?

I'm thinking he dropped them and someone knocked them away.

No. No, no, we would have found them. We searched.

Every last corner.

THUD

ALL EXCLAIM

Sorry. I'm still trying to figure out how to log them.

Well, meat tray, assorted, and ice.

The ice has melted.

Water, then.

OK. Everyone just be careful.

Don't want anyone slipping.

It's a hazard.

Mm.

It's a hazard!

Yeah, I know. I'm on it.

The puddle on the roof. The...

Near the safety barrier.

They were all together when they heard him fall...

..but he was the only one who went up there.

EXHALES

Oh, here we go, love.

I always carry a few spares - it's an old teaching habit.

There's scrunchies, tampons...

I've got block-out.

Sometimes I carry those little tiny shaped Band-Aids.

And I always have some paracetamol.

Reggie, stop!

Felix...

..do we have a sledgehammer?

Old tradie trick, apparently.

Some buildings look so beautiful,

you forget the work behind them.

But when you see a construction site,

you're seeing the truth exposed.

No facade to hide behind.

Saxon Rouse's facade was of a happy-go-lucky,

cheeky larrikin.

But underneath that, he was a man

sinking in gambling debt.

But let's step back a few days,

to when Saxon found an ancient axe head

buried at the site.

Proof that this site is on culturally significant

ancestral land.

It would shut down the build.

Delays. Cancellation, maybe.

And those who had paid a hefty deposit,

well, no guarantee that they would get their money back.

But for Saxon, it was the answer to all his problems.

And it was the thing that got him killed.

But how was Saxon pushed to his death

from the top floor, when the only people

who could have done it were together down the bottom?

And the answer is

he wasn't.

Saxon's murder didn't take place up there.

It took place down here.

And by the time you all joined the meeting,

Saxon was already dead.

But we saw him go upstairs to the roof.

You did.

But only a few minutes later, he was lured back down.

Bee, was your hair up or down

before Saxon climbed up to the roof?

I don't remember.

Because it was down

when we arrived at the construction site.

In direct violation of your site code of safety.

"Hair to be restrained while on site."

Well, I was...I was in shock.

I...wasn't on the tools.

Guess I wasn't really thinking about it.

But Saxon was.

He knew when the coast was clear to hook up.

You'd give him a signal.

And that was your code.

Not giving him a wink or changing your high-vis.

No, letting your hair down. Simple. Effective.

And once Saxon had come downstairs,

it wasn't romance that was waiting for him.

It was murder.

I was with Lucas, so...

Mm-hm. Distracting him so that your accomplice

could do the dirty work.

Saxon never saw it coming, did he...

..Dale?

Me?!

How should I know?!

Ugh!

MACK: The blood spatter on the paper -

it looked like it came from a fall

once you repositioned his body

and reset the paver under his head.

But as far as Lucas could tell,

Saxon was alive and working that saw.

Right - we saw him up there.

I yelled for him to come down to the meeting.

Oi, Saxon!

METALLIC HAMMERING

Meeting's on. Let's go.

Now it was time to construct your narrative.

How to establish Saxon as alive

so that your murder would look impossible.

First you played a recording of that saw through the speaker.

SCOFFS

But to really convince,

Saxon had to be seen up there.

So with him dead and in position down here,

Dale ran up to the roof,

threw on some pink high-vis and PPE gear

so that Bee and Lucas could see Saxon alive and well.

Oi, Saxon!

METALLIC HAMMERING

Meeting's on. Let's go.

Does that mean he's coming down?

There was one thing that you missed, though.

Mm?

Those earmuffs.

Saxon had taken them off to meet Bee,

but if we were to believe it was an accident,

then they should have been with the body,

which Dale realised the moment he found them.

Except I was nowhere near him.

We all heard him fall during the meeting.

And this is where the craftsmanship

really comes into the construction.

You replaced the bolts in the safety barrier with...

..ice. Simple, really.

Kept it in your cooler

and then used it to secure the safety barrier,

delaying its fall, giving Bee just enough time

to stash those earmuffs and your Saxon disguise

and get back in time for the meeting with Lucas

none the wiser.

A few minutes later, the ice melted

and you all heard the safety barrier crash open,

looking for all the world like Saxon went through it

to his death. -Saxon?

The only evidence...

A puddle of water.

Careful.

But why?

Dale, for you, pretty straightforward.

Saxon was making your life hell

and you couldn't afford to lose your job.

So when Bee asked for your help, well...

There's a bond when you train someone, isn't there?

But, Bee...

You were fond of Saxon.

Why would you kill to keep this build going?

And once we asked that,

the answer, it was pretty obvious.

Uh, we got that warrant for the Denettos' property records,

to get the names of the buyers set to lose their money.

And you bought one of these off the plan.

MACK: Every dollar you had,

topped up with a loan from your grandmother.

If you lost that, if the build wasn't completed,

then you'd go under.

Your grandmother would go under.

You did what you had to do.

He...

He showed me the axe head first.

I could have helped him. I tried to help him.

If he just didn't tell anyone...

But he wouldn't listen.

If he had have listened, then he would still be alive.

Ooh, no.

No, no, no.

If you and Dale hadn't killed him, he would still be alive.

Bridgette Mumbi, Dale Clempton,

you're under arrest for the murder of Saxon Rouse.

You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be used as evidence.

Hey, are you sure the boss is OK with this?

Yeah!

They've all been logged.

They were only going to go off anyway.

Glenn's going to cook them up tonight.

Are you coming for a drink, Reggie?

What? Me? No. Thank you.

What you got there? -Oh.

It's nothing. It's work stuff.

Ah. -Yeah.

Yeah, off you go, then.

Felix. -Hey.

Just before you head off, uh,

I've been thinking about what you and Jai said yesterday

about Council doing all this consultation

and no-one ever listening.

No, it's no big deal.

It is a big deal,

and I want to change it.

So...

You're running for Council?

Yes.

Dolphin Cove's community independent candidate.

I, um, submitted my nomination form last night,

so I'm going to listen, Felix. Promise.

Thanks, Reggie. Look, if you need help with anything...

Oh, yes! Yes, yes. Thank you.

If you can drop a few of these in some letterboxes

on your way home,

and I've drawn a map,

and I thought we could do this over the next few days.

I think there's only, like, a couple of hundred houses.

Yay!

DOOR CLOSES

Ah!

Clothes, as per your request.

Bub...

When you were four, you decided to set off for Europe.

You packed your teddy and your compass

inside one of your dad's suitcases,

and you made your way down to the jetty

to find your passage to Berlin.

You got all the way to Red Bluff before we found you.

Why didn't you stop me?

Please! No-one could ever stop you

from doing anything you wanted to do, Mackenzie,

least of all me.

You are who you are, Mackenzie.

You always have been.

We just had to give you the space to be yourself.

Maybe sometimes it was a little bit too much.

But I did my best.

On the day of your wedding...

Uh-uh.

..I didn't tell you to leave.

Oh, don't, Mum. -I didn't.

I could see in your heart you wanted to leave.

I just had to give you the space to do it.

And I was never so proud of you as I was that day,

because you were brave.

And you were right.

Well, of course I was right.

Ah!

Of course!

And now you're back home

and you're seeing Glenn all the time.

It's not a thing, Mum. I've drawn a line under it.

So you keep saying,

but...what are you doing about it?

DOG BARKS

Well, I'm off for a swim.

DOG BARKS

Mum...

Mum! Mum!

Maybe...maybe some bathers?!

Mum! Maybe?!

Bathers!

JILLIAN: - Hello, Gordon!

Oh, you look away, Gordon!

Mum! Mum!

Oh!

..to welcome you all

to this 20th anniversary screening of Blood Wave,

Miriam Callow's iconic surfsploitation masterpiece!

MACK: Darkened cinema, a near impossible target.

How did the killer make such a perfect shot?

What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night?

Someone asked you on a date? Leo, I'm guessing.

She's the reason you came back, isn't she?

Everyone has secrets. -That's a fanciful plot twist.

COLIN: - It's like something out of a movie.

It's not a movie, Colin. It's murder.

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