All language subtitles for Episode 14 Twilight Zone

Hey, hey, hey.
Where are we going?

Where are we going?

Oi! I said take me back.

No! Arggh!

G'day, Sarge. Detective.

What have we got?
Elderly male. Caucasian.

We got a name?
Yeah. Mr Branko Budjman.

Multiple contusions and lacerations
to his back, shoulders and legs.

I reckon he probably bounced
a couple of times on the way down.

So the fall killed him?
Most likely the sudden stop.

Rectal temp gives the approximate
time of death at around midnight.

Any chance it was an accident?
Or suicide?

At his age, it's not like
he's got a lot to live for.

I don't think so. Very little
muscle mass in his arms and legs.

That's a heavy chair.

I doubt
if he could push himself around

let alone open that fire door
and launch himself down the stairs.

So he had help.

OK, it's on our books now,

so who's in charge here?

It's Lady Macbeth.

I was on duty myself.

It was a quiet night.

And no-one raised any alarm?
No.

You don't have any security cameras.

This is a retirement village,
not a prison.

Actually, at the moment
it's a crime scene.

We have to see it.

No sign of a struggle.

It's got that 'old people' smell.

It's a Webster-pak.

Divides the week's medication
into daily doses.

Helps them keep track.
My dad's got one.

He's in a place like this.
Not as flash.

Flash.

So Branko would take all them
in just one week?

There must be 50 tablets there.

Well, it's not unusual.

Most of our residents
are on a range of medications.

He took last night's dose.
We'll need a full list.

Of course.
Rocket fuel. Is this allowed?

He's over 18!
But with his medications.

As long as there's
no harmful interaction.

Branko was Croatian.

He enjoyed a slivovitz.

Was Branko able to get himself
out of his bed into his wheelchair?

No. He would need assistance.

Did he have any enemies -
any that you're aware of?

You said your father
was in a retirement village.

Yes.
Well, then, you'd know.

There are always squabbles
and personality clashes

but nothing I'd describe
as potentially lethal.

Did he have any family?
A son, Andro.

They don't really get on.

I assume you will inform him.

Yes. If you have his contact details.
In my office.

We'd also like
to talk to the residents and staff.

Which ones?
All of them.

Well, this time of day, I suggest
you start in the activities room.

Activities?

One day, my dear girl, it might be
you in a place like this.

I'll be taking the pills
a long time before then.

There's a lot worse places.

Like where your dad is?

He seems happy enough.

I'm serious. I'd top myself first.

What about your mum and dad?

Just Mum.
How's she travelling?

I don't know. Don't care.

So where do we start?

With them.
Yeah.

Excuse us.

I'm Detective Sergeant Ryan
and this is Detective Kingston.

We'd like to ask you a few questions
about Branko.

He was a lovely man.

Bill and Branko
were very close friends.

So was I, of course.

And you are...?
Posy Pollard.

None of us will rest easy in
our beds till you catch his killer.

You and Branko were close?

Yes. We were mates.

Do you know if anyone
held any grudges against him?

Any recent arguments?

No. He was generally well-liked.

He was a gentleman.
European but not rough at all.

Did you notice anything unusual
last night?

Did he seem anxious about anything?

Branko lives...
lived in the main building.

He liked to be closer to facilities.

He was in a wheelchair.

My wife and I,
we have a garden villa.

We go to bed quite early.

Sorry. I have to go and pick her up.

Would you excuse me?

You two aren't a couple?
Heavens no.

No, no, no. Bill's wife, Wendy,
she's having her hair done.

He's devoted to her.

She's unfortunately
gone quite mad now.

Might mingle.
Right.

I'll be with you in a sec.

Branko was a self-made man.

You don't hear that much anymore,
do you?

He was well off?

Have to be
to get decent treatment around here.

I've lived here
for only six months.

What can you tell me about Branko?

For one thing, he was sleeping
with your partner's new girlfriend.

The guy was in a wheelchair.

His arms and legs
weren't working very well

but as for the rest,
you would be surprised

what goes on in these rooms
after dark.

Thanks for your help, Mrs Pollard.
Did I mention?

Branko was also my fiance.

No, you didn't.

I was to be a June bride.

Well.
Plenty more fish in the sea.

You have an accent, Mr Marsh.
Yeah, Russian.

My name was Marisovic.

'Marsh' was much easier.
And how did you get on with Branko?

It's no secret we were not friends.

So you clashed?
No, no.

It's not difficult to avoid a man
confined to a wheelchair.

His limbs being what they were,
I had to do most of the work,

but he was still a caring lover.

I hope I haven't scandalised
you, Detective.

After all, we're not dead yet.

Yeah, that's my father.

That's Branko Budjman.

I'm sorry for your loss.
Nah, don't be.

Miserable old bastard.

Hated my guts and I hated his.

You know he had a girlfriend,
don't you?

At his age.

I bet she's responsible for this.
Why?

After his money.

Sergeant.

I'll take you back to the office
now, Mr Budjman,

to make a statement.

Grieving son.

Any surprises?

Yeah. He survived the fall.

Someone finished him off
with a couple of blows

to the back of the head.

Blunt object?

Heavy-toed boot
with someone's foot inside.

How do you know that?
Depressions in the skull.

They weren't wearing
carpet slippers.

His killer followed him
down the stairs,

saw that he was still alive
and kicked his head in.

That's about it.

They used a lot of force too.

Was a vicious attack.

I visited him regularly
but I didn't get any thanks for it.

Last time I saw him,
he told me to piss off.

Well, gee, thanks, Dad.

Was he spending a lot of time
with Posy Pollard?

Like he had a choice. She was
all over him like a bloody rash.

You're saying Posy
was only interested

in your father for his money.

No. She was after his incredible
good looks and his body.

Of course
she was only after his money.

So what did you do about it?

I complained to that Scottish cow.
She wouldn't do anything about it.

At the moment, Andro, you're the one

who stands to gain the most
from your father's death.

So?

But if he married Posy, she'd have
a claim over his fortune, right?

Every chance
you'd be left out in the cold.

Where were you
at about midnight last night?

In bed.

Can anyone confirm that?

No.

There's no love lost
between Branko and Peter Marsh.

Jealous lover takes out his rival.
Rival?

From what we saw,
Posy chases anything with a pulse.

Maybe Posy got a younger stud
like Peter Marsh to get rid of him.

Please tell me
you've got more than a plot

from a B-grade geriatric porno,

because the thought
of 80-year-olds bumping uglies

does not do it for me.

I don't see anything wrong
with older people having sex.

Mapplethorpe.
Well, I don't.

I mean, is there a cut-off age?

Personally, I don't plan
on giving it up. Do you, sir?

Moving on, moving on.

OK, according to Branko's son,
Posy was only after his money.

So if that was the case,
then it's in her best interest

to keep him alive, at least
until after they tied the knot.

What about nurse Penelope?

Because several people I talked to

said that Branko made threats
against management.

About what?
Level of care.

Seems he was always complaining
about something.

She could have shut him up
by shoving him down the stairs.

Fact is,
anyone had access to his room.

We've got nothing in the way of
prints from his room or wheelchair.

And there's no security.
Anyone could have just walked in.

At the moment,
my money is on the son, Andro.

What about the murder weapon -
the boots?

We searched Andro's apartment.
Nothing.

Yeah, his place wasn't flash.
He could use some money.

And Crime Scene's search of the
retirement village came up empty.

No heavy-toed boots
in the entire complex.

Arggh!
What?

What?!

There was a garbage truck at
the retirement village this morning.

Tell me you stopped it
before it took

any evidence away
from the crime scene.

Well, it had already picked up.
So tell me you impounded it.

I just saw it leaving.

We weren't looking for a weapon
at the time.

It was assumed that the fall
had killed him.

Right.

Well, you've got
a lot more digging to do,

including the tip, Sergeant.

Keep me informed.

Detective Kingston.

Matty, do you want me to organise
uniforms to start searching the tip?

Thanks, Jen.

It'd be good if you and Rhys
were there to coordinate the search.

Right. I'll change my shoes.
Thank you.

Posy Pollard's daughter's
on her way up.

Who gave you the right
to interrogate my mother

without my permission?

This is a murder investigation,
Ms Pollard.

We don't need your permission.

You're upset.
Just take a moment to calm down.

You don't seriously think
my mother is a murderer.

She is a pensioner.

Your mother told us that she was
engaged to Branko Budjman.

Yes.

Branko's son accuses her
of gold-digging.

He would, wouldn't he? All he cares
about is his father's money.

Your mother didn't?
No.

My mother loved Branko.
He gave her companionship.

From what we've heard, he gave her
a whole lot more than that.

Four years ago,
my mother had a mild stroke.

She was very lucky not to have
any serious physical effects

but what happened
is that she lost her inhibitions.

So basically she doesn't have
any control over what she does.

Do you know what I think?

Good on her.

At least now
she's having a bit of fun

and I bet those old blokes
at the nursing home

aren't complaining either.

But to insinuate that she would
deliberately hurt Branko is absurd.

Was Peter Marsh ever
one of your mother's boyfriends?

I have no idea. You'll have to
ask someone at the home.

So there could be a whole footy team
of loverboys who've kicked a goal.

Yeah, but does it give them motive?

What's the deal
with old people and gardening?

It's like some weird
kind of geriatric impulse.

Hang on.

Good-looking azaleas.

You know your flowers?

My dad's a keen gardener.

Sweetheart!

This is my wife, Wendy.

It's lovely to see you!

What a lovely surprise!

Why didn't you tell me
Susan was coming?

I'd have cooked something special.

Mrs Lalor, I'm...
And who's this handsome young man?

I'm Susan's mum.

This is Matt.

Matt, so pleased to meet you.

You too.

Sweetheart, have you heard our news?

A poor man was murdered here.

Last night.
Last night?

Yeah, I heard. Did you know him?

Of course!

He and your dad were good mates.

I heard this rumour
that he had a girlfriend.

He did.

It was so romantic.

They were such a lovely couple,
weren't they, William?

Yes. Yes.

I also heard this rumour that she
might have been cheating on him.

No.

I don't believe that.

Branko was her champion.

What do you mean?

She'd had a fall the other day
in her bathroom.

She slipped, that's all.
It was nothing.

Come on, love. Come on.
It WAS nothing!

But Branko got very upset

and he marched
into Mrs McVeigh's office

and read her the riot act -

said that he'd sue her
for every last cent!

And he was just the man
to do it too!

Yes, of course. Come on. Let's go
and pop the kettle on, shall we?

Yes! Yes! That's a good idea!

Yes!

Did you hear that
about Penelope McVeigh?

There's also
a discrepancy in her books.

What sort of discrepancy?

The amount she's paying out in wages

doesn't fit with the number of staff
she's got on her roster.

She's got her hand in the till.

I never stole from anyone.

Running a place like this
is always a juggling act.

There is never enough money.

This is a high-end establishment.

Some of our residents are well off.
Others aren't.

Those who can afford to pay
for all the extras...

Like Branko.
..they pay.

But for the others,
I allow a little flexibility.

Meaning what, exactly?

I take the money allocated as wages

and I use it to make up
for the shortfalls

in their monthly fees.

Why take the trouble?
You're the one running the place.

Because I have to answer
to my financial masters.

Who, like you, think they're never
going to grow old.

The one thing they can't argue with
is staff wages.

There are minimum numbers
that have to be employed.

That's the law.

So you've been running the place

without the required
number of staff on duty.

No. I take those shifts myself.

Unpaid, of course.

That's why you were on duty
last night.

It is.

You really expect us to believe

you're acting out of the goodness
of your heart?

I don't care what you believe,
Detective.

We'll be going through your personal
finances with a fine-tooth comb.

Go ahead.

Now, if you're finished
wasting your time and mine...

What's this?

When a resident dies,

I go through any personal effects
we're holding in safekeeping.

Those are Branko's papers,

including an updated will
drafted three weeks ago.

His son Andro gets nothing.

It all goes to...
Posy Sarah Pollard.

And it's witnessed by Bill Lalor.

Why didn't you tell us
about the will, Mr Lalor?

I witnessed a legal document
which I believed to be confidential.

Did you know that his will
had recently been changed?

That means I get
a lot of money, doesn't it?

You kept quiet,

even though you knew
we were investigating his murder.

Yes.

And you didn't think
it might have been relevant?

Posy wouldn't kill him.
God, she wouldn't hurt a fly.

You were the only one
who stood to benefit from his death.

Well, he wasn't very well,
and he wanted me looked after.

It's so exciting being here
in a police station!

Posy...
Why's that, Mrs Pollard?

'Kojak'!

"Book 'em, Danno." Remember that?

'Hawaii Five-O'!

And my absolute favourite,
'Police Woman'.

Angie Dickinson.

Blonde hair and long legs,

went up all the way up
to the top floor.

Hey, people used to say I had
great legs. You wanna see?

No. Mrs Pollard, please sit down.

And of course, there was
always the grumpy old sergeant.

You got one of those too?

I don't know. Do we?

Now, if that's all, I really
should be getting home to Wendy.

I don't like leaving her on her own.

She sometimes wanders,

especially in the evening.

They call it 'sundowning'.

Sounds romantic.

It isn't.

According to the people we spoke to,

your wife's condition
is getting rapidly worse.

Is that right?

Alzheimer's is a terrible thing.

Yeah, it must be heartbreaking,

watching someone you love
lose their grip.

Especially when you're healthy.
You're very fit for your age.

I've been lucky.

Posy Pollard's
a notorious flirt?

At times.

I suppose with Branko out of the way,
she's back on the market.

She's ready, willing, able,
rich to boot.

You know, you do look
a bit like our Susan.

But she had a kind soul.

I met my wife 52 years ago.

I sat next to her one day on the bus

and I knew straightaway this was
the woman I was going to marry.

She took some convincing
that I was worth the trouble,

but I finally won her heart.

I have never loved another woman
and I never will.

I know her time is running out.

And the thought of losing her is...

But I will do everything,

everything I possibly can
to make these days special for her.

Posy Pollard means nothing to me.

Now, I would like to
go home to my wife.

So, when do I get Branko's money?

That's not up to me, Mrs Pollard.

Pity. I know
you'd look after me, detective.

Still, it's comforting.
-What is?

Getting Branko's money. Now
my daughter will be looked after.

You have children, detective?

Nuh.
You?

No.
Ooh, when you do, you'll understand.

A parent never stops worrying
about their children. Never.

And it doesn't matter how old
they are or what they've done,

you never stop loving them.

Never.

Hey.
Hey.

Background checks
on the Lalors came through.

Just personal stuff.
No priors or anything like that.

What about their daughter Susan?

They lost her to cancer
about 10 years ago.

Alright. See you guys later.
Not going for a drink?

No, just home for a shower.
Still stink a bit of the tip.

How'd that go?
Hopeless.

Needle in haystack, but hey.
Found some other cool stuff.

It's amazing
what some people will chuck out.

That'll make some fast cash on eBay.

See ya.
See ya.

Thanks for today.
Yeah, no worries.

So Posy made absolutely no attempt
to hide her knowledge of the will

or her delight about it.

She's hardly been
the grieving fiancee from the start.

What about Bill Lalor?
There's nothing in it for him.

And from what I saw, he seems like
a decent bloke who loves his wife.

Allie?

Bill Lalor wouldn't be
high on your list, would he?

No.

But Posy knew about the will, so
it's odds-on her daughter did too.

Then why not just wait?
Let nature take its course?

Branko wasn't gonna last forever.

Branko's limbs were rooted,
but his heart was strong.

He might have kicked on for years.

If Michaela Pollard was struggling,

she might not
have been prepared to wait.

Yep. So we've applied for
a warrant to access her records.

What do you reckon?

Michaela Pollard our killer?

But does she own
a pair of heavy-toed boots?

Well, that's what
we need to find out.

And if she does, was she acting
alone, or with Mum's knowledge?

Posy said,
"Parents keep loving their children,

"no matter what they've done."

Believe that,
you'll believe anything.

Look, Michaela Pollard had a motive
if she knew about the will,

Andro Budjman had one if he didn't.

Good point. Let's get them
both in first thing.

Do you own a pair of boots?
Hiking or work?

Yeah. I..I own a couple.
They're at home.

Heavy-toed?

I don't know.

Is it true, Michaela, you're in
desperate financial circumstances?

No. No, that's not true.
It's not true?

No.
Your mother said you are.

I won't deny things
have been tricky.

I lost a bomb in the GFC
and it's been a long climb back.

My mother might think
that I'm in dire straits, yeah.

Why would she think that
if you're not?

Because I don't own my own home
and I don't have a husband.

It's just...
it's how her generation think.

Michaela, we can access
your financial records.

So we will find out.

Yeah, don't waste your time. You
really can have anything you want.

I told you. It was difficult
seeing him, but I didn't kill him!

When you unsuccessfully tried
to get power of attorney

over your father's affairs, you
claimed he was mentally incompetent.

Well, in my opinion, he was.

He was banging that Pollard woman.

He was always accusing
the retirement village

of some sort of abuse.

And he was losing grip on reality.

He thought the Serbs that killed
his nephew were coming after him.

The what?
Yeah.

You know, he must have thought
he was in Croatia, back in the war.

His nephew, my cousin, was killed

in the massacre of Vukovar, 1991.

Were you aware that
he had changed his will?

What?

Is this... is this real?

That's real.

My God.

My God.

That's wonderful.
Over my dead body!

The new will was a complete surprise.
Likewise.

I'll get a uniform to take her home
and collect her boots.

But if she did use
the boots to kill Branko,

they're not gonna be sitting
in the wardrobe.

Andro's gonna contest the will.
So what do we do?

Eliminate Michaela Pollard
as a suspect

and keep looking at Andro Budjman?

Well, that's my inclination.
If only we had those bloody boots.

Where are we at, exactly,
with the tip?

Finding the exact search area is
proving to be a bit of a challenge,

so we're heading back out there now.

Got something, Sergeant.

Allie, you spoke
to Peter Marsh, right?

He said he was Russian?
Marisovic or something?

Yeah, why?
His real name's Peja Marjic.

He's Serbian.

Branko Budjman was a Croat.

OK, Andro Budjman
just told us that his father thought

the Serbs who had killed his nephew
were coming after him.

His nephew?
Yeah.

Apparently his nephew was killed
in some massacre by the Serbs

in Vukovar in '91.

Marjic was fighting
on the Serbian side

in the same area at the same time.

So, looks like we've just
found ourselves a war criminal.

In 1991, Branko Budjman fled the war
zone and resettled in Australia.

Peter Marsh, Marjic,
came a year later.

Six months ago, he retired
and moved into Beaconslea.

Where he ran into
this Branko character.

Who thought he recognised Marjic
as the man who killed his nephew.

What if old Branko was off his tree?
I mean, how credible is this?

Well, every indication is
that he was still mentally fit.

His son couldn't get
power of attorney.

And Marjic?
Silencing Branko is a strong motive.

OK. Look, if he's guilty,
let's nail the bastard.

We'll have another chat
with Peja Marjic in the morning.

And go hard on Branko's girlfriend.
There may have been some pillow talk.

Eugh, almost creeped myself out!

Sarge, Penelope McVeigh
isn't the model of compassion

she'd have us believe.

What? She been feeding them
bread and water?

I knew she was no saint.
Far from it. She has history.

Scotland.

Eight years ago, she ran
a nursing home. It was closed down.

Systematic abuse.
Misappropriation of funds. Fraud.

It's not true.
Which part?

All of it.

I was the manager of
this retirement village.

I blew the whistle on the owners

for chronic underfunding
and understaffing

that led to
several unfortunate incidents.

They tried to turn it
back onto me in the press.

Can you prove that?
Yes.

There was a full investigation,
and I was officially cleared.

The paper was forced to print
a retraction six months later.

I'm guessing you haven't
dug that out, have you?

No. No-one ever does.

It was buried.
A wee paragraph on page 17.

And the mud had
well and truly stuck.

I was unemployable
in the industry in Britain.

So I moved as far away
as I could think.

You see, I do care
about these people.

It's my job.

It's what I do.

Look, bottom of page 17.

"Retirement village director
cleared". How did we miss this?

Well, it didn't come up
on the search. I'm sorry.

Mate, you made us look like
bloody idiots. Not good enough.

Hey, even with this, you'd have
still had to interview her.

Matty, don't let the stripes
go to your head.

You would have made the same call.

Take her off the list.

So what next?

Fresh start in the morning.

'Night, Sarge.
You're off already?

In the middle of a case.
Not much more we can do tonight.

I've still got a life to live,
sergeant.

Personal training sesh at 8:00

and then I'm gonna hit the beach
for a good long run.

You think all that exercise
is gonna stop you getting older?

It happens to all of us, Allie.

I'm not gonna end up
in the vegie villa.

Let me give you a tip.

When you come in here tomorrow,
drop the geriatric gags.

Don't take it personally.
I'm not talking about you.

This is a murder case.

These people may be old,

they may not fit your narrow
definition of attractive,

but they deserve to have a full life
as much as anyone.

Wha... what are you doing here?

Peter Marsh isn't in his room.

He isn't in the activities centre.
He isn't anywhere.

How can he just take off
without anyone noticing?

I've told you, Detective...
Yeah, yeah, it's not a prison.

Dunny, Marsh might have
done a runner.

He's not in his room
and his bed hasn't been slept in.

Yeah, issue a KALOF.
We're about to talk to Posy now.

Mrs Pollard's unit.

Posy?

My God.

Look - visitors!

You told us you had no romantic
interest whatsoever in Posy.

I don't.

You're doing a pretty good job
of faking it.

Let me assure you, Detective,

nothing about that was romantic.

I needed comfort.
You young people!

You think just because we're old,
we're dead from the waist down.

Well, that's just not true!

Branko's body wasn't even cold

when you jumped into bed
with his rival.

A moment of weakness.

You know what she's like.

I went to offer my condolences
and she threw herself at me.

Against my better judgement,
I weakened.

I'm but a man, after all.

This didn't just happen, Peter.

This relationship
has been going on for some time.

No.
No!

Since before Branko was murdered.

No, no.
No!

You conspired with Posy
to do away with your rival

once you knew
he'd changed his will.

That's a horrible thing
to suggest.

I want to see the other detective,
the nice one.

Bad luck. You're stuck with us.

You're not Russian,
you're Serbian.

And your name isn't Marisovic,
it's Peja Marjic.

That's right.

Branko had a lot of trouble
with Peter's name.

For some reason,
he couldn't say 'Marsh'.

He used to call him, um...

'Mesar'.

The Croat name for 'butcher'.

Branko was living in the past,
not me.

I came to this country
to escape the ethnic violence.

Branko said he was evil

but, you know, he was European
and they feel things deeply.

It's one of the things
that makes them so attractive.

Did he mention knowing Peter
before he came to Australia?

Yes, he... No.

I don't know!

Why would I waste my hate
on an old cripple in a wheelchair?

Why?!

Because he knew who you were -

what you'd done.

The truth is Branko used to
go out of his way to avoid Peter.

I think he was afraid.

Afraid?

Of losing me.

He could be a very jealous man.

Yes, I was in the Serbian army.

Yes, I was at Vukovar.

But as a supply sergeant!
I never fired a shot.

I'll give you
the name of my battalion.

You can check my records.

We'll definitely be doing that,
Mr Marjic.

Look...

..I didn't kill Branko!

And I don't know who did.

Are you looking
for more junk today?

One man's junk
is another man's treasure.

Last lot's already up to $87.50
on eBay.

It's junk you scrounged
off the tip.

It's all about seeing the beauty
in small things, Jen. Trust me.

Some of this stuff is gold.

Well, you'd better hope
you get rid of it all

'cause I don't think Aunty Bernice
will see it as gold.

How much longer will Matt keep us
looking for this bloody boot?

As long as he likes.

It really should just be
Crime Scene or Uniform doing it,

don't you reckon?

It's up to him.
-Trish!

It's me!

Jen, is she talking to us?
Don't think so.

Trish!
Jen, she is.

Yeah, OK. Can you just wait here?

Hi!
Hi!

Wow! How are you?
I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

How's Wesley?

Yeah, he's fine.

That's a cute guy.
Is he a friend of Wesley's?

Er, no.

Wow, you're all dressed up too!
Gorgeous!

He is, um... he is cute, right?
Yeah! Really cute.

Young too, you cradle-snatcher.

Gina, please, please, please,

don't tell anybody
that you saw me here, OK?

Alright, alright.

You naughty girl.

Just be careful.

You fool around and get caught,
things can get ugly.

I'll see you soon.
OK.

Bye.
Good to see you.

'Trish'?

It's a nickname.

So, an old friend?
Yeah, sort of.

Are you a swinger, Jen?

Hey, it's fine by me.

Where were you? I thought you were
supposed to be at the tip.

We just went to get a coffee
and she was there.

Rhys has no idea?
I don't think so.

What did you say to Gina?

I told her as little as possible.

She thought I was fooling around.
What?

With Rhys.
Of course.

It all came flooding back, so
I had to come here and tell you.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Rhys?
I sent him back to the tip.

They found Posy Pollard
and Peter Marsh together.

'Together' together.

I'm OK. Go.

I put in a call to Canberra.

Immigration screened Peja Marjic
before he entered the country.

His story checks out. He was a
non-combatant military personnel.

That still doesn't mean
he's in the clear.

No, but...
What?

Crime Scene reckoned that Branko
went willingly with his killer.

There was no sign
of struggle in his room.

Branko wouldn't have gone anywhere
willingly

with the guy
he thinks killed his nephew.

Drugged? He was on
a stack of medication.

Not according to
the toxicology report.

No sedatives in his system.
What about her?

She's no longer a suspect, sir.

What's she still doing
up on the bloody board?!

Pull your finger out, you lot!

Money is still our biggest motive.

If Ivan the Terrible
didn't top him,

then find out who stands to gain
or lose the most.

Sir.

Next time I come down here,
I want a result.

Dickhead.

OK, guys, let's re-interview

all the residents and staff
at the home

and go from there.

You and your money-grubbing mother
planned this from the start!

I don't need to listen to this.
You won't get away with this!

It's my money!
You can speak to my lawyers.

Hey! Don't you dare
walk away from me!

Do not!

Hey, you won't run away like this!

I won't let you steal
my father's money!

You can't!

What's going on?

Stop!

No!

I'll call an ambulance.

I didn't see her.
Yeah, I need an ambulance.

Beaconslea Retirement Village.
40 Trenton Street, Williamstown.

Susan?
Don't try and move.

No! What happened?!
What in God's name happened?!

Bill? Bill?
Help her!

For God's sake, help her!

An ambulance is on its way.
Can you see her, Bill?

My love, my love...

Susan?

Yeah, I'm here. I'm here.

I've missed you so much.

Try not to talk, my love.

Hang on, please!

No!

I want to see my wife.

One more time.
That won't be a problem.

Is there anyone
you want me to contact?

No, no. There's no-one.

Andro Budjman will be charged.

He'll be held to account for this.

Why? It wasn't his fault.

It was mine.

I left Wendy alone
and she wandered off.

You can't be expected to watch her
every second of the day.

Why not? It was my job.

God, all for nothing.
All for nothing.

What?

Bill! My dear Bill, I just heard.

I am so sorry.

It wasn't Michaela's fault.
It was the Budjman.

Get away from me. Leave me alone.

Bill...
Leave me alone!

I just want...
I don't care what you want.

Wendy was a lady,
not a tramp like you.

She was my friend.
She never was.

Now get out! Get out.

I'll call you back.

I'm a stupid old woman.

He's upset.
No, he's right.

He's right.

I think I...

..I think I've been
taken advantage of

in more ways than one.

How?

God.

God help me, what have I done?

Bill?

Our savings were almost gone.

Mrs McVeigh said
we might have to leave.

I needed money quickly.

I just wanted to give Wendy
the best life I could, that's all.

I did the wrong thing.

I'll tell you
what you want to know.

I'll tell you everything.

Bill Lalor told us
you approached him

about a way to secure
your joint financial futures.

Bill is grieving.
He doesn't know what he's saying.

And you used Posy
to make it happen.

Make what happen?

Posy says you persuaded her
to get Branko to change his will.

What?!

She's clearly
suffering from dementia.

Once you got Branko out of the way,

you intended to marry Posy,
take charge of her finances

and split the inheritance
with Bill.

No, no, this is speculation.

We're satisfied
that Posy wasn't involved

in the plan to murder Branko.

She was just the bait. She had
no idea what you were doing.

Branko went willingly

because he thought he was going
to a sexual rendezvous.

Which is why there was no sign
of struggle in his room.

Sorry to disappoint you, Sergeant,

but everyone knows

Branko would never go anywhere
willingly with me.

He hated me.

We're not saying he went with you,
Mr Marjic.

Bill Lalor got him out of bed
into the wheelchair.

He thought he was
going to see Posy.

Bill wheeled him past the lift
to the stairwell.

That's when you appeared
on the scene.

You pushed Branko down the stairs

and when the fall
didn't kill him...

..you kicked his head in.

Any other witnesses
to this fantasy?

No.

I was in bed asleep at that time.

I'm more than happy
for that to play out in court.

Are you, Mr Marjic?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

'Cause we found your boots,

Branko's blood all over them.

Hey. Good results.
Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Goodnight.
See ya.

Nobody here can ever find out.

They won't.

Do you think
this is the end of it?

That can wait till the morning
if you wanna go.

I'd rather get the paperwork
off my desk.

You know...

..they gotta fix that old-age
thing before we get there,

'cause it sucks big-time.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go and see my dad
this weekend. It's been too long.

Do you think he'll recognise you?

If he's having a good day,
he might.

Anyway, I'll just sit with him,
talk about old times.

I owe him that.

Have a good night.

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