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What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night? - What?

I like you, and I think it'd be fun.

GLENN: - Someone asked you on a date?

Leo, I'm guessing.

He's a good guy.

I'm really flattered, but no date for me.

You're leaving?

That will help. -With what?

To start your heart again.

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

You need to tell her.

RADIO: You're listening to Surf's Up with Mungo on DC FM,

coming at you with one of the best songs of summer 1983.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

Aw, unreal!

Whoo!

HORN HONKS

Look who it is.

Davey? Then who's driving?

Hey, get your camera ready for this one.

Phil!

Didn't you think chicks could drive?

And don't even think about taking her on in the surf, fellas.

She'll clean you up.

How'd you go this morning?

Haven't got it developed yet, but I reckon I got some mad shots.

Yeah? - You get Davey's barrel?

Yeah, the whole sequence.

I'm going to print it up and send it to Tracks mag.

Hey, slacker.

I've been carrying around bags of cement all day,

cos you didn't show up.

We're pouring the pool extension over there tomorrow morning.

You'd better turn up. Dad's on the warpath.

What's new?

Yvonne? - Mm? -What the hell is that?

Oh, yeah.

Guess the secret's out.

You got engaged?

Mm. Just this afternoon.

CAMERA CLICKS

Must've set you back a bit, huh?

I've been saving.

Have ya?

Can I? - Let's get a drink.

The light's magic, if I can just get the right angle.

Yeah, go on. Sure.

How's this for a good angle? -Oh, Davey!

BOTH LAUGH

CAMERA CLICKS

Yeah!

INDISTINCT CHAT

You look beautiful, babe. -Thank you.

Cheers.

MUGS CLINK

Davey, this is a family heirloom, and you've chipped it.

LAUGHS: - That just means you stole it from your dad's shed.

I caught you. - Shut up!

BOTH LAUGH

I never got you anything for your birthday. And, um...

..I know that it's not a fancy sapphire ring, but...

..do you like it?

I love it.

Got it engraved specially. It's infinity.

For us.

OK... - Come on, just a couple more minutes.

Mm, my mum's gonna kill me if I'm late again.

RADIO PLAYS

OK.

MAN: - Davey!

BANGS ON ROOF

Davey! Come out! I know you're in there

cos I can see your surfboard out here. - Sh! - Sh!

BOTH GIGGLE

GLENN: - G'day, Mum.

Finally, they're fixing it up, hey?

Yeah. Took 'em long enough.

Well, shout-out to the president of the pool committee

for making it happen.

WORKER: - Oi!

What's this?

That's a hand.

Got phalange and ulna bone. It's definitely human.

Is that... Is that a bracelet?

I mean, hopefully, that'll help us figure out who it is.

I know who that is.

That's Davey Clayton.

How would you know that?

Cos I gave him that bracelet.

Boss?

Found a body?

Yeah, the builders.

Human remains in the concrete.

The renovations were supposed to start today,

but, I mean, we shut all that down.

It's Davey Clayton.

How do you...know...

Well, I recognised the bracelet I gave him on the remains.

But... Sorry, that you gave him?

He was an old boyfriend of mine.

Oh, boss, um...

..I'm so sorry.

Oh, it was...

..teen romance. Didn't mean anything.

Uh, you know, Davey left town 40 years ago,

and apart from a couple of postcards,

I never heard from him again.

Did you ever wonder where he went, or why he left?

Davey just disappearing, it wasn't surprising.

Right. Well, if he left town 40 years ago,

what's he doing in the concrete by the ocean pool?

We got a male here. Born 1963, apparently.

Date of death... -Can I just stop you there?

Don't you want to hear what we've found?

I need to make my own observations.

You know that. Judges don't like it if I take someone else's word.

Well, the first thing you're gonna need to do

is figure out how long he's been in there.

43 years.

Clayton Concreting began work on the pool in March of 1983.

PHIL: - That's Davey's family's company.

They're doing the renovations.

Has there been any further construction since then?

No. Until this morning, it hasn't been touched.

Right. So unless someone managed to get him into solid concrete,

we can assume that he went in before this was poured,

and he's been there...43 years.

How long until you can get the body out?

I haven't even seen it yet.

But if it's in concrete, it's gonna be slow work.

Which is a shame because I was planning dinner. -OK.

For us. -Oh. -I was gonna cook you dinner.

Thought it'd be...romantic.

OK, but can we not use that word?

Dinner or romantic? -CHUCKLES: Stop it.

PHONE BUZZES

The family's here.

Davey?

He left town, what, 40 years ago?

To go surfing.

Well, it appears he didn't.

Are you saying, after all these years, that my brother was...

..in there?

It seems so. Yeah.

When was the last time you saw him?

Well, like Mars said, it would have to be 40 years ago.

Yeah, it was one of those bonfires we used to have.

Oh, yeah. The bonfires. At the end of summer.

Yeah, that's it. Yeah.

We got the odd postcard from him, but then nothing.

Do you still have them? Those postcards?

No, Philomena, I don't.

I always felt it was my fault he left.

I was...

..unkind to him, and I didn't want to keep any reminders.

Who did the, um, concrete pour for the pool extension?

It would have been Dad. -That's Rod Clayton.

He liked to be hands-on back then.

He'd have been at the depot at the crack of dawn, filling the truck.

If Davey had fallen in, Rod would have noticed

if there was a body in the pour.

You know, we all would have, right? Doesn't make sense.

We're gonna have to talk to your dad. To Rod.

Just let me tell him first.

Oh, uh... - Look, he's almost 90.

It's gonna be a huge shock.

Uh, sorry, uh...

Leo's got something for us.

I'm sorry. Just stay here.

Looks like severe blunt force trauma to the skull.

Possibly hit with a rock or something like that.

Well, that's one theory. Or it could have been sustained

from the head hitting a hard surface on a fall.

Hey, Glenn.

OK? Uh, so...

SHE EXHALES

..buried in concrete with a severe head trauma.

Take my chances this is murder.

See if you can find out when this concrete was poured.

I mean, we know that it was March 1983,

but can you find a day, or even a time?

See what you can get. - Sure.

That will give us the latest time he could have been alive.

Let's go.

So, as far as we know,

the last time anyone saw him was at that bonfire, so...

..I need you to remember everything you can.

Oh, I think I can do better than that.

Oh, Davey!

BOTH LAUGH

CAMERA CLICKS

CAMERA BEEPS

CAMERA CLICKS

Laurie Rogers.

Phil Strong.

How are ya?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

What is it?

I always wondered why our paths didn't cross.

I just assumed he never went pro and he was surfing around the world.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's how I imagined him as well.

Hmm. He was a mad surfer. - Oh...

Even in my years on the pro tour,

photographing the best surfers in the world,

I'd never seen anyone move as well as him.

Or as well as you, Phil.

Ah...shut up.

You surfed?!

Well, who do you think taught Glenn?

So far, the last time anyone saw Davey alive

was at a bonfire the night of March 5th, 1983.

Oh, the end of summer.

We always had one on Saturday night around then, didn't we?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we did.

Is this Bluff Break? I've never seen it from this angle before.

It's amazing.

Yeah. Cliff top, near Mum and Dad's place.

Almost fell off trying to get that shot. - Hmm.

Ah! Summer of '83.

PHILOMENA EXHALES

Photos from that night are on there, I think.

Mm-hm. - I printed a few off, and the rest are in there.

Quite a lot of, er, photos of this girl.

I can see why. She's gorgeous!

Thank you, Colin.

Is that...?

What I mean... Gorgeous, I meant in a respectful,

professional and, uh...artistic way.

Do you have a magnifying glass?

A clock...

..on the outside of the surf club.

There, behind Yvonne and Mars.

Since when? -Oh, it was there for ages!

And it was working on the night of the 5th of March, 1983,

and into the morning of the 6th,

where it shows Davey driving away from the surf club at 5.30am.

That's...that's him leaving.

Without his surfboard. That's odd.

So, these photos give us a timeline.

Davey arriving. Van being driven by...

The bonfire. And then, the end of the night,

just before 6am.

What we know for sure is that Davey drove away at 5.30am...

..and some time in the hours between then

and when the concrete was poured at the ocean pool,

he was killed and dumped there.

But...how do we know what time the concrete was poured?

Good old-fashioned shoe leather is how.

Oh, my goodness,

I have forgotten how much I love the smell of newspaper.

SNIFFS: - Have a whiff.

My fingers are filthy. How did people live like this?

OK, so, Clayton's records are long gone,

but here's a copy of the Dolphin Cove Echo

from Monday, March 7, 1983.

Now, according to journalist Valentine Clovelly,

the extension to the ocean pool

was poured by Clayton Concreting on Sunday, March 6th.

Mm-hm. Day after the bonfire. - Yeah. -Right on. At 6am.

Mm. -What...

Si... What? What? Si... Si... What? 6am?

That's what it says here.

And we went to school with Valentine,

and she was a stickler for detail.

Wait a minute. So, Davey drives away at 5.30am,

but half an hour later

he's dead, dumped, and buried in the concrete.

Mm. Well, with this timeline, whoever killed him

must have known about the concrete pour.

Right, so that's Mars, Yvonne, Laurie.

Mm. But they were all at the bonfire

when Davey left at 5.30am.

So how did they kill Davey and dump him in the concrete

between 5.30 and 6am?

Asking the right questions, Colin.

Oh, Davey!

BOTH LAUGH

Boss? Boss!

Are you coming?

All right, people, we are dealing with the past.

Hmm? So, we are going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Which means following who's most likely.

OK. Uh, older sister Yvonne and her husband, Mars.

They're now running Clayton Family Construction,

formerly Clayton Concreting.

And it is big these days.

Rumour is they're tendering for the new bridge rebuild.

A $200 million project.

How do we know it was one of them?

I mean, there were more people in those...

..photos.

HE CLEARS THROAT

I didn't do it.

We do need to clear you, though.

I was well gone by the end of the night.

How can you and, I guess, us be sure?

Because if I yawned at mass on Sunday morning,

I wasn't allowed out for a month.

Mm, my mum's gonna kill me if I'm late again.

I was at home in bed by 11pm.

So, uh, one question. - Oh...

Davey's panel van.

A classic vehicle.

Exactly. It's iconic. It's recognisable.

What happened to it?

It needed to look like Davey left town,

so any smart killer would have got rid of it.

Mm, it's not as easy as it sounds.

What are the chances no-one saw it at the time

or in 43 years? Very unlikely.

So need you to follow that up.

It's a loose end and it could help us. And...

..we are going to talk to the man who buried Davey.

Maybe I should have gone into concreting.

HE CHUCKLES

Still can. - Mm.

I'm sorry, Dad's not in a good way.

Can you come back another time?

We'll be as quick as we can.

Dad? The police are here.

Police? - About Davey.

Oh, well, I've decided not to go ahead with any charges.

It's a family matter.

He's confused. Sorry.

Davey left years ago, Dad.

They found his body today at the pool.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Ah...

Sor...sorry, Detectives.

Got a bit mixed up.

Mm!

Sweet!

A grown woman can't make a decent cup of tea!

Oh! - Oh! It's... It's all right, Dad. It's all right.

Sorry. - It's fine. Hmm!

Mr Clayton?

You supervised the concrete pour

at the ocean pool on the 6th of March, 1983.

If you say so.

Do you remember if you saw Davey that morning?

Davey never showed up, did he, Dad?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

That boy wanted for nothing.

Sent him to the best school in the state and he gets kicked out.

Wouldn't show up for work.

Hey, slacker.

I've been carrying around bags of cement all day

cos you didn't show up.

Always off surfing,

chattering away on the radio,

mucking around with that girlie of his.

Little tart she was. Ha!

But stealing!

Stealing from the family business,

stealing from me!

Dad, I don't think we need to bring that up.

Uh, sorry...

He stole from the business? - $1,000.

To go surfing.

And you had proof of this?

Well, who else could it have been?

None of that matters now.

Davey's gone.

I think that's enough.

For now.

Davey was chattering on the radio?

Is that a normal thing for a teenager to be doing?

If he was a surfer, Surf's Up would have had him on.

What's Surf's Up? - What's Surf's Up?!

Only the most legendary radio show on DC FM.

How did you grow up here and not know any of this?

How are you still asking me that question? - Mm.

Well, it's been around for 50 years,

so if Davey was on the radio, I'm betting that's where. -Mm-hm.

PHONE CHIMES

Oh.

Huh.

Felix has found something.

Mars.

Care to have a look at this?

What am I looking at? -It's a photo from the night Davey died.

Do you know why you were fighting?

Well, I wouldn't really say we were fighting.

Just a bit of push and shove between the boys, you know,

showing off for the girls. That sort of thing.

Really? You...you look pretty angry here.

Yeah, well, I might have been, all right?

Davey was useless, OK?

He had it easy!

I had to work 60 hours a week for his old man

and then give all the money to my mum for the family, right?

And he just would nick off surfing.

Yeah, but, you know, look at you now.

Married the boss's daughter.

You run a really successful business together.

Not bad. Quite a journey for the working-class boy.

What's your point?

That Rod wanted Davey to run Clayton's,

not Yvonne.

And then Davey disappears, suddenly there's a ring on Yvonne's finger,

you've got a seat at the table.

Oh, it's, um...it's likely that Davey sustained a fatal head trauma.

Like he'd been...hit in the back of the head.

And there you are, fighting with him

a few hours before he's buried in concrete.

Oh, that you helped pour.

You listen to me. I've never hit anyone in my entire life, OK?

And besides, I was with Yvonne all night.

Never left the bonfire.

So, if we're done...

..I've got a company to run.

Both Mars and Yvonne benefited hugely from Davey's death.

I mean, they took over the whole business.

It's...it's worth a fortune now.

And Rod, we know, was angry.

Plus, he poured the concrete. -Mm.

But he was picking up the truck when Davey drove away.

And Felix checked. That's a half-an-hour drive in a car,

let alone a cement mixer.

5.30am, Davey drives away.

Yet somehow he's dead and in concrete at six.

Pretty sure we got it all out.

Did you find anything else?

A few scraps of clothes.

Definitely our man.

I'll know more when I get back to the lab.

What about a forensic anthropologist?

Older remains like this, might be a good idea.

Sure. I'll look into it.

A timeline on the autopsy?

Sarah Dunbar's who I usually use.

She comes out of the city.

OK.

She's good. You don't want to leave anything to chance here.

Mate...

..I know how to do my job.

It's just advice. -Glenn.

We're working.

Enjoy your coffees.

I'll just, um... Uh... Yeah.

You know, I'm still up for dinner tonight, if you are?

I've got a case.

You have to eat. -Actually, usually, I don't.

Was that a joke? -Mm...

I mean...yeah, it... Yeah, could be.

Mackenzie Clarke making a joke.

I love this new development.

MACK LAUGHS

Mate...

..what was that?

Just trying to offer some professional advice.

If he doesn't want it, that's his problem.

Mm.

CLEARS THROAT: - Did it, um...

Did it not go well when you spoke to her about your, uh, you know...

..uh, feelings?

Nah, I didn't do it in the end.

Really?

She's clearly happy.

Colin.

You'd better go.

PHIL: - I just find it very difficult to believe

that he stole $1,000 to go surfing. He just...

He...

He just wasn't like that.

If I'm honest, I'm not entirely sure Rod knows what's going on.

Well, he was sharp as anything at last week's council meeting.

OK, where are we on the panel van?

Uh, nothing on the records.

No van like it dumped, or in any accidents.

Think it's a dead end. -Oh, uh, we think... We think Davey

might have been on the radio at some point.

Yeah, on Surf's Up.

Yeah, he was. -That was on back then?

Oh, sorry, everyone, I just... I just...

DOOR CLOSES

Is, uh...?

CLEARS THROAT

Is she OK?

Why are you looking at me? She said she's fine.

Mack, honey? -Mm?

Phil always says she's fine.

But I grew up here, too, remember?

And Phil and Davey were like this...

..magical golden surfing couple.

And they were so, so in love.

So for her to find him now, after all these years...

..there is no way she's fine.

Yeah?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Your front door was wide open. -Wh...? A...

Hey...

MUTTERS

Where have you been? - Oh, gosh,

I've just been under the house,

you know, looking through boxes of junk.

I've just been looking for this.

"Phil. Loving the surf and life on the road.

"Ride a wave for me. Davey."

I've been staring at it for ages, just...

..trying to find a clue as to, you know, who wrote it.

I've got nothing.

You kept this all these years? -Oh, no. No, no, no. No.

I just, um, forgot about throwing it out.

You know I'm not the sentimental type. You know me, Mackenzie.

But, yeah, yeah. Um...

..we can send it off for...

..handwriting analysis, you know, comparison stuff.

And if we're really lucky...

..really lucky, uh, the killer's fingerprints might still be on it.

Oh! OK.

Yeah.

I hated that postcard.

I mean, I knew Davey wanted to leave Dolphin Cove.

I mean, he always said he was just gonna up and go one day.

It's just, I...

SHE CHUCKLES

I didn't need a reminder that he did it without me.

You were gonna go together? -Well, you know.

Small coastal town back then.

17-year-old girl, not much academically -

it was either secretarial college

or it was getting married.

And I didn't want either of those.

Did you make plans?

No, no, no, no, no. It was nothing definite.

It was...

I don't even know if I would have gone.

I... I just felt like...

Like...

Like it was my fault.

Like...if I'd done something differently, he'd still be here.

I will find out what happened to him.

I will.

I hope so.

DOOR CLOSES

Incredible. I haven't been able to sleep recently,

tossing and turning all night.

But last night, I fell asleep on the sofa

through till seven like a stone!

HE CHUCKLES

I feel like a new man! -Good morning.

How are you both? - Oh, fantastic.

You would not believe the sleep I've had.

Oh, you should tell Leo all about it.

Oh, right, yeah. Um, well, I'd only been home about, um, 15 minutes,

and I was on the sofa reading my book

about British high-speed trains and...

Oh, right.

You're winding me up.

Autopsy, then. Go on. -Confirmed that blunt force trauma

to the skull was cause of death.

The depressed fracture indicating it was something like a rock.

Best guess, about 20-25 centimetres across.

Mm-hm. - Also...

Fractures of the scaphoid and the neck of the fifth metacarpal bone.

A boxer's fracture.

Pre or postmortem?

90% it's pre.

Mm-hm. So Davey punched someone.

Mm. Looks like there's more between Mars and Davey

than just two teens showing off for the girls.

So...

..am I cooking tonight?

Sure. For one.

I'm still working.

Well, it's a 4-track stereophonic, and it's, like, 720 watts.

Quite powerful for its size, yeah.

What's this ridiculous contraption?

Well, how rude!

This was my mother's pride and joy.

My sister and I used to record little plays on it.

God, I wonder where they are now.

And, uh, we have it here today because...

Uh, so I went down to DC FM.

Uh, their archives are a bit patchy

and a lot of stuff they didn't even record.

But Mungo, who hosted Surf's Up in the '80s... - Oh, what a legend.

Yeah. He was a bit obsessive with recording his shows.

Davey's interview. - Right.

When you drop in on the perfect wave

and all your troubles just disappear...

..there's nothing on Earth that beats that feeling.

BOTH LAUGH

MUNGO: - But did I hear that the shores of Dolphin Cove

might be a bit too small for you, that "The Shark" is circling?

MALE VOICE: Nah, we're a team!

COLIN: - Hang on. - Oh. - Who was that?

I think I know who that is.

MALE VOICE: - Nah, we're a team.

Davey's surfing and my photos are gonna take us all the way!

Mike "The Shark" Richards.

Famous surf manager.

Was he gonna take Davey on tour but...not you?

What?

This was all 40 years ago.

He was your best friend and your ticket to the world

and he was gonna leave you behind.

No, it wasn't like that.

Yeah, I got upset about it at first, but...

Are you signing with The Shark?

But I knew Davey wanted to leave Dolphin Cove

and get away from his dad.

You remember how he used to be hard on him, Phil.

Yeah, no, I know... - I was the one who told Davey to, you know,

"Forget about your family. Follow your dreams.

"With or without me!"

Follow your dreams, mate.

Yeah?

Yeah.

DAVEY LAUGHS

You want to blame someone for that? Then blame me!

It's my fault he left.

Mars.

Is everything OK?

I think...

..Rod...

..killed Davey.

You know when I went to work that morning at the pool?

Rod was already there doing the pour.

He must have got the mixer early

to get a head start, make sure everything,

you know, goes well.

I mean, it was a big day for the company.

The paper was gonna be there.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I was...

..thinking it over.

I knew that Rod was...

..pretty harsh on, uh...

..on Davey. - Oh.

Think it was a little bit more than that, Mars.

Yeah, well, it was the '80s. You know.

Most dads gave...gave us boys a clip from time to time.

But...I saw them at it just a couple of days before the pour.

I'd never seen Rod so angry.

Please! Stop, Dad!

Stop! - That's our family business!

It's all we have!

Because Davey stole money from the business?

And then when you said that Davey had been bashed

in the back of the head?

I had to come in.

Or you're just grassing up an old bloke to protect yourself.

CHUCKLES: - What? No.

We know that you and Davey fought that night.

He had a classic boxer's fracture.

Davey punched you, didn't he? And the fight escalated.

Oh, I told you.

We did not get into a physical fight.

Or...you're lying.

No.

No, he's not.

Rod was wearing sunglasses,

which is an odd choice for a photo promoting your business.

Unless...

He had a black eye.

So...Davey punched Rod?

Yeah. I mean, who could blame him?

Like Mars said, Rod never shied away from giving Davey a clip.

And then, he accuses him of stealing money.

Which, according to you, boss...

He would never do.

So, how are we gonna speak to Rod, though?

Like, he didn't have a clue what was going on yesterday.

No.

But last week he was... He was sharp at council?

Razor. -Mm-hm. - They'll get the tender for that bridge.

You mark my words.

And that chess board, that game was in play.

So?

How did you sleep last night? -Oh, here we go again.

You winding me up? -No.

Oh. Um, like a stone.

Like a stone.

Are we gonna...talk to him again? -Not yet.

Reggie, Felix you're going out for a coffee.

Oh, nice. - Copy that.

Oh, could you get me one?

White with two. - Yep.

Anything? - No. You? - No.

It's fun, though, isn't it?

An operation.

I wouldn't call this an operation.

What would you call it?

Standard police work. - Oh.

Oh, wait, wait, wait! - What is it? -Don't look!

Is it her? - Yeah. With Mars.

RADIO BEEPS

Mack.

She's heading towards the pool.

Yvonne?

Yes, it's Senior Sergeant Philomena Strong here.

Look, um, I understand your father's health isn't great,

but we were hoping to talk with him today.

Oh... Oh, in a couple of hours.

RADIO BEEPS

She's on the move.

She's at the house.

PHIL EXHALES

Well, we can do this, if you'd prefer not to.

And miss seeing inside?

You've never been inside? -Oh, Colin...

Rod Clayton would never let a little tart like me

into the family home.

Ah, Yvonne!

You said a couple of hours. -Oh, did I?

Sorry, we're a bit early. -Um, could we come in?

Uh... - Oh.

I'm a senior sergeant now, Yvonne,

I think it's about time that I was let inside the house, don't you?

Philomena Strong.

Check.

It was you that moved that piece.

Walked right into the trap.

Not too sharp.

No.

You are, though.

Certainly compared to yesterday.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Sorry about that.

Was feeling a bit off.

We all had a big shock yesterday.

Hmm.

Seeing as we all have our wits about us today,

let's have a little chat.

About an argument you had with Davey 43 years ago.

About $1,000 that went missing from the business.

That Davey stole.

It got physical, didn't it, Mr Clayton?

And not for the first time.

What are you accusing me of?

Disciplining my own son?

That's not a crime.

This was the one time that Davey fought back.

Do you remember that?

Argh!

He denied taking your money.

Even had the gall to give his own father a black eye.

Had he finally...crossed a line?

What did you do, Rod?

I didn't do anything.

I'm sorry, Dad's not in his right mind to answer your questions.

Oh, I think he's fine.

Because he hasn't had his tea yet.

You made his a bit too sweet the last time, as I recall.

So?

Just found these sleeping tablets behind the sugar.

Oh, and, uh, another teapot.

Which we can get tested,

but I'm guessing it tastes...

..just like the tea that I had by mistake yesterday.

Oh! - Oh! - It's... It's all right, Dad. It's all right.

You drugged your dad so he wouldn't be able to speak to us. - What?

What are you afraid he'll reveal?

What he did to Davey?

That you've known all these years?

No!

Well, a scandal. A murder.

Last thing you need with a big tender on the line.

Always thought you were so clever, didn't you, Phil?

Looking down on us. -Shut up, Yvonne, will ya?!

I didn't...

..kill my son.

I may as well have.

I loved him.

Yes, I...I sometimes raised my hand to him,

and I'm not proud of it.

When we argued over that...

..that stupid money...

..when he hit me, I...

..I went too far.

I said, "Get out of here!

"You're no longer part of this family!"

If I could go back in time...

..it'd be different.

I didn't kill him, Detectives.

But it was my fault he left.

Aw, Davey.

You deserved better.

You're convinced he didn't take that money?

Oh, Mackenzie, I would bet my life on it.

Colin, get up the photos of the bonfire.

Mm-hm.

So, who else came into money around that time?

Oh, I don't know.

We were all just so broke back then. -Exactly.

And yet...

Of course.

How did you afford the ring, Mars?

Worked hard.

Saved up.

How?

When your entire pay packet went to your mum.

You stole from the company, didn't you?

Maybe we should run the idea past Yvonne.

OK, fine.

Fine.

I took the money. OK?

And I bought a ring.

DAVEY: - You got engaged?

She wouldn't marry you otherwise?

SCOFFS: - You really think the old man

would have let his daughter marry a boy like me,

from where I come from, hmm?

Look, he liked me, OK, cos I worked like a dog for him.

But to marry his daughter...

..I had to prove I could provide.

And Davey knew about it, didn't he?

Must've set you back a bit, huh?

I've been saving. - Have ya?

It's what you fought over.

And if Davey told the truth, you'd...

Well, you'd have lost your job, Yvonne.

Instead, he ends up dead and buried in the concrete.

As I've already told you,

I was at the bonfire.

And your path's clear to marry Yvonne and secure your future.

I thought Davey left town, OK?

And I thought it was my fault all these years.

I took the money and I pinned it on him.

I lied about it.

But I didn't kill him.

No, he's not lying. He was at the bonfire.

Everyone was. - Hmm. Well, except Rod. Picking up the truck.

We think.

We've seen the clock. 5.30am, Davey drives away,

and yet somehow he's dead and in the concrete at 6am.

What, and his van just vanishes into thin air?

With remains this dated, you need a forensic anthropologist.

So you've said. -But you haven't called one.

How do you know I haven't called one?

Because I spoke to Sarah Dunbar

and she hasn't heard anything from you.

Oh, so you're checking up on me now?

Someone has to. - You're a barman.

You're not doing your job.

What is your problem, mate?

No problem, "mate".

But this case is important to my mum,

and every case should be important to you.

Your pathology work on this is an absolute mess.

Sounds like your wedding.

What'd you say? - Or was it weddings?

Get us another round, would ya?

GLASS SMASHES

Glenn! Glenn!

Glenn!

Oh, stop it!

Hey... Just...

Oh, my God. Stop it! Stop it!

Glenn!

No! You are both excellent pathologists!

Stop, stop!

GRUNTING

Break it up!

BLOWS WHISTLE

Hands on heads!

Oh! - Now!

WHISPERS: What am I doing?

What is going on here?

Ask him.

You! Outside!

So sorry. I'm not a fighter.

What, you're a lover?

Oh? You've heard.

SHE CHUCKLES

Ouch!

That serves you right.

Grown men! That was pathetic. -No argument here.

What was it about?

Pathology.

Pathology, hmm.

Something we're both very passionate about.

It's not something you would have heard, by the way,

me being a lover. I'm not...exactly, you know,

what you'd call a ladies' man, despite what you...

..seem to think.

Oh, I'm sure you've had a long string of girlfriends! - I haven't.

None?

Just one.

A long time ago.

What happened?

Sorry, no. You don't have to... -It ended...

..badly.

That's why...

..spending time with you...

..cooking dinner for you,

it's why it's so important to me. It's why I'm so...

..annoying about it.

Because, um...

..there hasn't been anyone I've...

..cared about in that way...

..till now.

Ow...

SHE LAUGHS

That serves you right.

GRUNTS

Oh, Leo, Leo,

I am so sorry.

It's fine. We all lose our temper sometimes.

No, we don't! Not like that!

He's going to be very remorseful, I assure you.

I mean, if he had his time again,

I'm sure he'd find a more constructive way

to settle his differences.

If he could have his time again...

If he could have his time again.

What if he could have his time again, then...

..from when he left...and then, the concrete pour...

..and the ph-photographs...

PAPERS RUSTLE

We looked at the newspaper from the day after he died, but...

..really, we needed to look at the newspaper from the day before.

Let's go back in time,

43 years,

to the 5th of March, 1983, when...

..local surfer Davey Clayton went to a bonfire on the beach

with his friends and his girlfriend.

I reckon I got some mad shots. -Yeah? - Course you did!

And he left...

..and was never seen again.

Davey drove away at 5.30am.

According to this clock that, in 1983, was out there.

And that, apart from a couple of postcards...

Well, that's the last anyone saw of him.

Except Davey Clayton, he didn't leave Dolphin Cove that night.

He was murdered and buried in the concrete

by the ocean pool that was poured by his father,

Rod Clayton, at 6am sharp.

And Davey was left there for 43 years.

Huh. But how is that possible?

Because the only people that knew about the pour

who had a motive to kill Davey,

well, they were either picking up the concrete truck

or here, at the bonfire.

And even if one of them did manage to slip away, how?

How did they do it? 5.30am, Davey drives away.

6am, dead and in the concrete.

That's impossible...isn't it?

"If I could have my time again."

Oh, we've all felt that.

But we can't, as much as we might like to.

We cannot have our time again.

We cannot wind back the clock.

IMITATES TICKING

Except our killer did.

5.30am.

Davey drives away at 5.30am, except...it wasn't.

Because the thing we overlooked this whole time was the date,

the 5th of March, 1983.

It was a Saturday night into a Sunday morning,

the end of summer...

..and the end of Daylight Saving...

..when the clocks go back an hour.

And not automatically updated, like today.

No, in 1983, you had to remember to do it yourself.

And I mean, no-one's getting up in the middle of the night

to wind back the surf club clock.

No, they could do that in the morning.

So, the 5.30am here...

..is really...

..4.30am.

And suddenly...

..suddenly, the killer didn't murder Davey while they were

at the bonfire. No, they've created an extra hour

between this moment when Davey drives away,

and this one, when the concrete was poured at 6am.

And that extra hour,

well, that means there was more than enough time

for Davey to come back for his surfboard,

which he wouldn't leave behind if he was going off surfing.

More than enough time for the killer to murder him

and hide him before the 6am pour.

But who?

So, who knew that the clock on the surf club

hadn't been wound back?

And who...

..had the photos to take advantage of it?

Me?

Yeah.

You.

He was going to abandon you.

Your best mate. Your best friend.

The boy that you'd pinned your entire future career to.

Your... Well, your entire life. And you couldn't bear it.

Get your own life, mate!

You need to! I'm leaving for good!

No, you're not! -I'm leaving for good!

Get off me!

SLUMPING

So, you killed him and you covered it up.

You knew that you had a photo of Davey leaving

with that clock in the background,

and you realised you had an extra hour to cover your tracks.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

The bonfire stragglers were long gone by then,

and so you dumped him, and you covered it

as best you could in the time you had.

I mean, if anyone saw you, if anyone saw him...

Well, you were finished.

But you knew,

once that concrete was poured,

you were safe.

Everyone would assume that Davey had finally...

..finally escaped.

Finally left town.

And they did.

You.

You sent a couple of postcards to confirm it.

But to keep your secret buried...

Well, no-one could see Davey's van. It had to disappear.

And so you hid it.

Somewhere no-one would ever look.

Your mum and dad's coastal property.

With its amazing view of Bluff Break.

A murder you committed in 1983

and a false timeline created to alibi you for...

CHUCKLES: ..43 years.

Gosh, that's the thing about time, it...

Oh, it catches up with all of us.

You had me.

43 years.

It was....it was the handwriting.

You really...

You really got it perfectly.

I put him on the cover of Tracks magazine.

And he was just going to leave me behind.

That wasn't right. It isn't right.

Laurie Rogers, you're under arrest for the murder of David Clayton.

He was going to leave you behind, too, Phil.

He wasn't even going to say goodbye.

You're not obliged to say anything,

but anything you do say may be used in evidence.

SHE GRUNTS

SHE CHUCKLES

GIGGLES: - Shush! You're being so loud!

OK!

Oh, no...

Oh, God...

SHE SOBS

SHE SIGHS

SHE HOWLS

POP MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO

SHE SIGHS

Do you think...

..if things had been different,

you would have stayed together?

I don't know.

You never know.

Once it's happened, it's just the way life is.

He left.

I cried a lot.

And then, I stopped crying...

..and applied to the police. -Oh.

And now, here I am.

Police officer.

Family.

Birds. -Hmm.

Oh!

Oh, there's no point in going over it,

and there's no point in being angry at someone

or blaming them for something that they did.

Whether it's wanting to leave Dolphin Cove or...

..ruining a wedding.

Everyone's just trying their best.

You head off.

I'll clean up inside. -Are you sure?

Oh, I think you've deserved it.

Very good work.

And...

..thank you.

Hey.

Do you want anything from in here before we process it

to remember him by? - Oh, God, no.

You know me, Mackenzie. I'm not the sentimental type.

CHUCKLING

Davey, this is a family heirloom,

and you've chipped it.

DAVEY AND YOUNG PHIL GIGGLE

Is there a Mackenzie Clarke out there in the crowd?

Come on up and meet Kai.

SHE GASPS

ALARM BLARES

We got a radio distress call! Stay behind us!

He's dead.

Someone was in here. This is murder.

There is no way in and out of that cage.

The killer must have been in there with him,

but escaped a locked cage.

This is not exactly what we had planned for today.

Do you have a problem with Leo?

Does he make you happy?

Drink up!

Remember, it's only the strong survive.

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