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(twinkling piano music)

- You're one of us now.

You can run but you can't hide.

- Look at this thing, it's amazing.

I mean, my mum gives us an esky

and your dad gives us this.

It's got a leak in it.

- Yeah, well. I love your mum's esky.

- Do you? - Mhm.

- Okay. Shall we open the present? Come on!

- Hold up!

(a clanking noise)

- What was that?

- Uh. Kids.

- Shall we go inside? - Yeah.

- Okay, you ready? One.

- Two. - two.

- Three.

(Sarah screams)

- Shh, shh, it's okay, it's all right.

(Mr and Mrs Murder theme music)

- Hello. - Hi.

- Appreciate you taking this one.

Know it's a long way from home.

- No, no, we enjoyed the drive.

- Oxy gum?

- Oh. No thanks.

- You know you can breathe for two hours underwater?

- Come on in.

- Thank you.

- Victim is a good friend of Richard Naylor.

Big wig investor, multimillionaire.

- Richard Naylor from the Barcelona Olympics?

- Mhm.

- Two silvers in clay target shooting Richard Naylor?

- Well, more importantly he's the owner

of this crime scene.

- Who was it?

- James Langlan 35. IT Guy. Shot with a spear gun.

Pinned to the wall, still hanging there when they found him.

- [Nicola] When who found him?

- Naylor's son and fiance, Ben and Sarah.

They were christening the box, so to speak.

Naylor had just given it to them as an engagement present.

Generous guy.

Last year one of these went for half a mil.

- What was James doing here?

- He was a triathlete. Trained all hours.

We found his bag in here with a few changes

of clothes, toiletries.

- A few changes of clothes?

- Well he used to get ready in here.

Explains what he was doing here at 2:00 in the morning.

- 2:00 in the morning?

Seems pretty early even for a triathlete.

- Well, big party at the Naylor's for the engagement.

Probably figured it was easier

to catch a few winks here before

going to training rather than try to go home.

- Motive?

- There'd been a lot of break ins to the boxes

along here in the past month?

Local kids we think. The door'd been jimmied.

- So you think that James surprised a thief?

- Well whoever it was panicked,

grabbed the spear gun which was here, and whack.

- What do you steal from a beach box?

- CDs, iPod, shell knickknacks,

driftwood artifacts, beachy stuff.

- Just down there, wasn't I?

- Yeah, do you remember

what I was wearing when you proposed?

- Yes I do.

It was a red check swimsuit, one piece.

Did you say yes, I can't now recall?

- No, I don't remember.

- Well, you came out of the water,

the sun was behind you, and you looked so beautiful.

Caught me in a moment of weakness.

If it'd been any other time I wouldn't have asked you.

- And we spent the rest of the day

looking for a time capsule.

- We did, yes, we did! I thought it'd be great adventure.

It's probably still buried here somewhere.

Unfortunately the razor sharp memory I had

when I buried it has dimmed over the last 35 years.

- Well, maybe we could ask Peter

and his boys to comb the area.

- Very good idea. Very good idea. Shall we?

You know, whoever killed James

knew how to handle a spear gun.

I think that rules out kids breaking in, don't you?

- Yeah. I do.

("Heading in the Right Direction by Renee Geyer" plays)

♪ Am I heading in the right direction ♪ - Is that Renee Geyer?

♪ For your loving and affection ♪

- Yeah. Yeah, it is.

(Music stops.)

- Curious. This is all this wax.

- Well, candles. Got music.

What more romantic way could there be to,

and I'm quoting here, 'christen the box?'

- Yeah, but with a body hanging there?

And wouldn't Naylor's son be in his twenties?

Would he be listening to Renee Geyer?

- That's true. He'd be listening to Nicki Minaj or somebody.

- Yeah, totally.

- What I can't understand is

why Peter is sidestepping the most obvious suspect.

You know, he owns the box, he owns the spear gun

and he's got medals in marksmanship.

- [Richard] By all means, make yourself at home.

I'm Richard Naylor. This is my son Ben.

- Oh, hello. I'm Nicola. - Hi.

- Hi.

- We're so sorry about what happened here.

We know that he was a good friend of yours.

- James has been a friend of the family for many years.

We're all just struggling

to come to terms with it, really.

Aren't we, mate?

- Can you fix it, do you think?

- Can we fix it? Uh, yeah.

We can take it back to what it was.

We need to re-sand the floorboards

and perhaps re-stain but yeah, we can do that.

- Great. - If you need any advice

on the heritage stuff, there's a lady in town, Lola Atkins?

She runs a cafe gift shop opposite the park.

She's a real history nut.

She was down here a few weeks ago

when we were doing some renovations,

and she really knows her stuff.

- Good. - Great, we'll do that.

- Yeah, that's good advice, thank you. - We'll leave you to it.

- [Nicola] Thanks, nice to meet you. - Bye, bye-bye.

- Did you see him checking out the CD player?

- Richard? No, no, I didn't see that.

- Maybe we do need some advice on those floorboards.

Think it's time for a three quarter decaf chai latte?

- When isn't it?

- Hi, can you tell us where we'd find Lola?

- Yes. - Thank you.

- Oh, sorry. - No no, I apologize.

I'm so sorry, stupid idiot, sorry.

- Um, Lola?

- That's right, yes?

- Hi, hi. I'm Nicola and this is my husband Charlie.

- Hi. - Hello, nice place.

- Thank you. - Excuse me, darling.

- [Nicola] We're working with the police on restoring the Naylor beach box

and Richard suggested we should check to you

about any heritage fix ups.

- Yes, absolutely. Richard said you might call in.

- Oh, great.

- This is Sarah, Ben's fiance.

- Oh, we met him this morning.

Congratulations on your engagement.

- Thanks.

- Kids wasn't it. Breaking in?

- I really couldn't say.

- It's been happening so much lately.

To kill someone.

- Did they find his phone?

Um. James' phone?

- Oh, I couldn't say. We're just the cleaners.

- Why don't you grab a coffee?

We won't be too long. - Yeah, okay.

Nice to meet you. - You too.

- Yeah, it's pretty shocking.

Everyone knows everyone around here,

it's a small town.

- And have you lived here long?

- Mhm. Born and bred.

- Oh, we were wondering if you might be able

to pop over to the Naylor beach box at some stage.

We're resurfacing the timber and want to get it just right.

- Yeah, I can do that.

Bit later on, when I knock off.

- Great, thank you.

Now Lola, that parchment in the cabinet just around the corner there,

that's not the original, is it?

Is it? Oh my god.

That is...it's amazing.

That's a love letter from Matthew Flinders to his wife Ann.

- He wrote hundreds of letters to her.

- Okay, now hang on. Let me work this out.

This is 25th of September, 1800.

So that would make it the HMS Reliance,

and the ship he used to investigate

this part of the coast was the Investigator.

Which is, later on was called the Xenophon.

- You're a rarity.

An Australian that knows

something about Australian history.

- Well. Just enough to get me into trouble.

- This is the Naylor mansion, all right.

- Yeah. - Do you think it's strange,

that Sarah asked about James' phone?

I wonder who that guy was that they were talking to.

Okay. Plan. Toilet distraction.

Charlie?

- Hm?

- Where are you? What are you thinking about?

- Oh, Matthew Flinders.

Just thinking about Matthew Flinders.

It was nice of Lola to give 50% off of this, wasn't it?

What do you think?

- No. - Don't like it? All right.

- Hello. - Hi.

- I'm Nicola Buchanan, this is my husband Charlie.

- How do you do?

- We're working on your beach box.

- Oh, yes, Richard said. The cleaners.

- Yes. And we were wondering if we might

be able to use your facilities.

- Oh. Of course.

- Thank you.

Oh, it's lovely.

- Thank you. Well, we're renovating the downstairs bathroom.

So upstairs, through the guest bedroom to the right.

- Thank you. Won't be long.

- Can I offer you something?

Tea, coffee, beer?

- No, no thank you, no.

Wouldn't want to put you to any bother.

- Oh, it's no bother.

- Really? Sandwich'd be lovely.

(investigative music)

- Well it's been a tough few days.

- Well that's perfectly understandable.

Are you seeing anybody?

Counseling can often help you

when you've lost somebody that's very close to you.

- Oh, no, no. I wasn't close to him.

He was, James was Richard's friend.

- Oh, was he? Right. Still.

Well that's a beautiful picture, isn't it?

Where was that taken, is that Rye? Silver sands?

- Yeah, I think...

- I can tell from the glint on the water

that it was taken during the summer equinox.

I can tell, I can tell that. It's a good picture.

- Is your wife all right?

She's been up there for a while.

- Oh, well yeah, yeah, she has a bit.

She's not very well.

She has a, uh. A minor intestinal complaint.

Nothing serious, but as a result

she does spend a lot of her time on the toilet.

- Oh dear.

- Yes, well. Actually I should check how she is, actually.

Now you stay here, finish the sandwich.

Which by the way is looking delicious.

Okay, I'll go.

- Fitzy! I reckon we've got about a minute.

- Marital trouble, guest bedroom.

Richard's been sleeping here.

- He might be a snorer.

- And I found this in the en suite

beside the sink with a weird orange stain.

- You didn't lick it, did you?

- What've you got?

- The family knows it's way around a spear gun.

- Yvette.

- Is everything okay?

- Yes, yes certainly.

- Yes, Charlie and I were busy admiring your Manchester.

We have very similar pillowcases.

- They're beautiful Yvette, beautiful.

- Your husband told me about your condition.

I have a fabulous gastroenterologist I could recommend.

(phone rings with Renee Geyer ringtone)

Oh, sorry, I'm expecting a call.

- Oh look Charlie, they are just like ours.

- They're beautiful honey.

- Did you hear that?

It was Renee Geyer, a Renee Geyer ringtone.

James and Yvette were having an affair.

- A lot of people like Renee Geyer.

It doesn't mean they're sleeping with each other.

- This time it does.

- But that's the thing.

Someone just wanted to make it look like it was a botched robbery.

- Could be right.

We got the kid who broke into the other boxes.

His mother found a stash of stuff in his bedroom

and he's got a watertight alibi for the last three days.

In hospital with ruptured appendix.

- What?

- Look a bit sun kissed there, Nic.

- Am I?

- I've got some pot pour in my glove box.

- Yeah yeah, Peter, we've got plenty of pot pour in the van.

Thank you. All right.

So Richard's the natural suspect, isn't he?

When he finds out about the affair

and he decides to speargun the lover to death.

- Yeah, but what about Yvette?

She could have been spurned by a younger lover

and killed him in a fit of passion.

- Have to admit I'm with Charlie on this one, Nic.

- Really? - Yeah.

The husband is always the first suspect

in situations like this.

Well, I'll keep you posted. Look after that nose of yours.

- I think Peter's wrong.

- Well, normally I'd agree with you.

But this time he agrees with me, so this time

I'll have to disagree with you.

- Richard strikes me as a devoted father.

Why would he give his son a gift wrapped body

for his engagement? I don't believe that.

I don't think he did it.

- Hey, you should ask to use the toilet again

because I think I set the groundwork for that really...

- This is all your fault.

You're the reason why they're going to grill him.

Just stay away from me.

- Please, wait. Let me explain. Ben! Come back!

- No. I'm going to the police station.

- Hi. - Hi.

We were just going to ask

about photographs of the beach box.

- Yeah we want to make sure everything's back

in you know, exactly as it was before.

But if it's not a good...

- No, no, please. It's fine, yeah. Come on in.

- If you're sure. We just need a couple of photos.

It would make the job a little bit easier.

Of course we should, uh.

- You'll have to forgive my son.

He's, you know, this whole business.

- No, no, thank you very much. - Thank you.

- I don't know how much you heard...

- Oh, nothing.

- No, we just heard it was your fault

which we didn't believe.

- He's not usually so angry. He's a good boy.

I think he's just trying to make sense

of everything and he's, he's very close to his father.

And I think he's just looking for someone to blame, and.

- Do you think he blames you?

- Well, I mean. It is my fault.

- How could he think that this is your fault?

- Because James and I were... we were...

- More than friends?

- I can't even remember when it started.

I love Richard. I will always love Richard.

He's a good man and he's a wonderful father.

We just stopped seeing each other

and I didn't mean for this to happen.

- I don't think that anybody does.

- James made me feel sexy and alive.

You know, I just, I didn't fight it.

I just I didn't fight it, because I wanted,

I just wanted to be wanted and.

Now he's gone and I've hurt the two people

who mean most to me in the world.

And I've never ever felt this lost

in my life before.

- Did Richard know about the affair?

- No, god no. God no. Not until now.

What have I done? What have I done?

What have I done?

Sorry, this is so silly.

You probably need to be getting home.

- Well, we don't have the photographs...

- The photographs of the beach box, but that's.

- I put them over here.

Here you go.

- Oh, perfect. Thank you very much.

- Thank you. And in return may I please take this?

- Of course.

- Everybody in that photograph

is toasting the happy couple except for Richard.

Now I'm no expert in social etiquette,

but I would have thought that was a no-no. - Maybe he's got a problem with Ben?

It could be Sarah but Ben's the one with the temper.

- Maybe.

- I can't believe you actually met Richard Naylor.

Could he kill somebody?

- Maybe. - No.

- Good. I like him.

- Well at first I thought he was passing judgment.

And then I thought, you tell me.

What's wrong with that picture?

- Well, he's not... - Besides the fact

he's not toasting.

- Spring loafers.

- Exactly. And the lady wins a cigar.

- What?

- Loafers, no socks with a dinner suit.

- Does dressing badly make you a murderer?

(doorbell rings)

- I thought you said book club was at 8:00?

- Yeah. Janine broke up with her ex-boyfriend again

and she didn't want to rant in front of everyone

so she asked if she could pop over early to debrief.

- Betrayal. Duplicity. Greed.

A furnace of secrets and lies.

An inane, morally corrupt, misogynistic

bourgeoisie self righteous waste of time.

- I'm not sure we've all read the same book.

- You asked me my opinion.

And my opinion is that philandering bastard should be shot.

- It's an espionage novel, Janine.

It's diverting us. It's not terribly realistic.

I've read a few in my time.

- Read a few, eh, Alan?

- One or two.

And we're in an age where we can direct a sniper down an elevator shaft

and take out the corner of the room with clinical precision.

It is nice to be reminded that sometimes

you just have to tether the goat to catch the lion.

- Cream soda, Alan? Would you like some...

- Thanks Nicola, yeah.

- Hi everyone, new guy. Having fun?

- I hope you're not planning to inject vodka

into that watermelon, Charlie.

I'm not falling for that trick again.

- No no no, Janine, no.

- I know he's your husband, Nicola.

But he's also a man and you can't trust them.

You can't.

- Oh.

- Don't worry, it's not loaded, darling.

- It's bad in there. Janine's still venting.

- Really?

- [Nicola] Yeah. - Ah.

- What are you doing?

- I'm just testing out a theory, darling.

Come in, come in, come in.

I was testing a theory.

You know it's really complicated.

It's really complicated firing a spear gun.

Look, I'll show you.

You've got to load the spear all the way down to the shaft.

Then you've got to press the gun into your thigh

and pull back on this rubber loop

all the way back, which is actually quite difficult.

Hook it round the interior pin like so.

I think you're right.

I don't think Richard Naylor killed James.

- Because?

- Well, because, remember when you met him?

Off to shake his hand and you avoided it?

- Yeah.

- Okay, he didn't toast the happy couple at the party, did he?

And he didn't drive himself to the police station.

- So there's something wrong with his hand or his arm.

Which makes sense with the loafers too,

because there are no laces to tie.

- That's right, there's no way

that he could have loaded, aimed, and fired this thing.

- Oh sweetie, that's fantastic.

I've got to get back in there.

- Right behind you darling, right behind you.

I'll just unload.

Sorry darling.

- Glass of watermelon juice, darling?

Sorry about almost killing you.

- Maybe that's what happened to James Langlan?

A dodgy spear gun went off by accident.

- Could be.

- But someone still had to load the gun, didn't they?

And load it for a reason.

- Armed robbery to get an iPod

and some brickabrack doesn't sound likely though, does it?

- You know, it's this bit of wood that's got me stumped.

Why would someone make off with this?

- It might be the difference between value and worth.

See, the contents of my time capsule

aren't worth anything but they're of enormous value to me.

I remember carving a marker on some wood like this when I...

- Maybe whoever it was was trying to protect

the contents of the beach box.

- Well, it's Richard Naylor's box

but he wouldn't protect it.

Well, not with a spear gun anyway.

- No, no, we need to prove that he can't use his right hand to be sure.

- Well we could try and get him to sign something.

- Autograph?

- I'm so glad I didn't kill you.

- Me too, darling.

- Now just act like you're a fan

and you really want his autograph.

- I am a fan, I really do want his autograph.

Great, work with that.

Richard! Hello! - Hello.

- Uh, now is not a good time.

I'm just on my way out.

- Oh no, no no, we don't want to hold you up.

We just wanted to introduce you to our very clever niece, Jess.

- Doing an MBA, big fan.

- Yes, yes yes.

- Mr. Naylor. Hi. So nice to meet you.

Can I just say your work is pioneering?

The way you've integrated sustainability

into your investment structure,

and melding GDP's growth...

- Uh, could you sign her book?

- If you'd be so kind.

- Yes, of course.

Always a pleasure to meet a young person

so enthusiastic about sustainable markets.

I've got some signed copies inside, first editions.

My driver's here, there's no one else at home

but I could drop one down to your aunt and uncle

at the box, how would that be?

- Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.

- Okay. Pleasure to meet you.

- [Jess] For me too.

- Thank you Richard.

He's clever. He's clever.

- Did you notice the orange stains on his fingers?

I bet they were from whatever was inside that empty capsule.

What's orange and goes inside a capsule?

- I don't know, what?

Sorry darling, I though you were telling a joke.

- Oh, let's mind meld.

Vitamin C. - Pollen.

- Antibiotic. - Marigold.

- Turmeric.

- Turmeric. Turmeric, that could be it.

Turmeric is very much the spice du jour of the moment

in clinical trials for the treatment

of inflammatory and autoimmune diseases.

Lupus, MS, rheumatoid arthritis.

- Well, that would explain limited mobility in his hands.

- Yes, just supposition though, we need proof.

- Oh no. Poor Richard.

- Exactly.

Poor Richard who conveniently isn't here right now.

- [Charlie] Yes. - [Jess] No.

- Jess, you stand guard.

- No no no.

- Anyone comes, make a noise like an owl.

- And make it loud this time.

Because last time we broke in we couldn't hear you.

- Baa. Baaa.

- All right, I've been through bedrooms, bathrooms, fridges.

Nothing medication wise.

- Great, did you check the bathrooms? - Yes darling.

- And look in the fridge?

- Yes. - Okay.

- What have you done?

- Uh, I've looked in the filing cabinet

maybe over there...

- Darling, how'd you go at this?

- No luck.

- Have a look at this... oh, it's locked.

- Ah. Let's see.

- Ah. Oh.

Although, hold on just one moment.

(Charlie knocks on box)

- Oh goodness. - So there we go, look!

Look, right there in the middle of the label.

Richard Naylor.

- All the proof we need.

Oh, Charlie.

- No, it's just a bit lower, sweetie.

- No sweetie, we're in trouble.

Big trouble.

- Jess. Jess. Your owl is inaudible!

It was inaudible!

- When we end up on the news I hope they pixelate our faces.

- No, we'll be okay. Peter will look after us.

- Yeah, look after you two

but he's going to make sure I go to the chair.

- You're free to go, your boss has vouched for you.

- Great! Well he's a good man, I've always said that.

- Maybe some professional courtesy

and give us the heads up next time.

- We so will. - Absolutely, we'll do that.

Thank you very much. - Thank you.

- Are you out of your minds?

If it was a cop who found you

I wouldn't have been able to do a thing for you.

- I'm really sorry Peter, it won't happen again.

- On the plus side we've been able to prove

conclusively that Richard Naylor didn't kill James.

- Richard has a debilitating disease.

He can't move his arm.

- Yeah, he's got lupus, MS, or rheumatoid arthritis.

- Well if he did have a debilitating disease

that discounted him as a suspect,

why wouldn't he just say so?

- Well, because he's the Richard Naylor.

If he sneezes, the stock market catches a cold.

- If the market is hurt it'll be pandemonium.

- All right. I'll speak to him. You stay out of his house.

- Absolutely. No more house breaking.

- You've proved that Richard Naylor didn't do it.

So who do you reckon did?

- Well his son Ben has quite a temper.

He was really upset about his mother's affair with James.

But you'd have to be really sick to deliberately take your fiance

to discover a body like that, so.

- What about the mother?

Maybe James wanted to end the affair

and she had other ideas?

- No, we've hugged, you know?

And Yvette's a lot of things

but I don't think she's a killer.

- Hi. - Hi. Steven.

- Hi. - Doing a great job in here.

Really nice. I was a friend of James. Good friend.

- Um. Could we help you with anything Steven?

- I'm sorry to have bothered you.

- No, you. Oh.

- Was that odd? - Yeah.

- Isn't that the dude from the cafe?

- Yeah, he was with the fiance, Sarah.

- Yeah, that's right. Yeah.

- Is he a suspect? I've got me a hunch he's our guy.

(Nicola creaks a floorboard) - Why'd you say that?

- His eyes is funny.

- Jess. Eyes, or whatever the hell you're using right now,

should not form the basis of a suspicion of murder.

- His eyes are profoundly funny.

- As funny as this?

- These floorboards have just been redone and all.

- Yeah, yeah, Richard said they did everything.

Is it loose? Because I've got some tools in the van.

What's that?

- Oh, wow.

James' letters, bills, passport.

The police found several changes of clothes here.

We know he was here much earlier than he should have been.

Maybe James was actually living here.

- Sorry I missed you yesterday.

- Oh no no, that's fine.

- I came down to the box but you'd already gone.

- We didn't realize that James was living in the box.

Did you?

- No, no, I didn't.

- We thought that was odd because, you know,

he's in IT, it's pretty lucrative, a lot of money around.

- You see, James and Steven

used to have a business together.

But James lost everything when the business went under.

He was completely broke.

- Right.

(Bell dings)

- Sorry, I've just got to...

- Sure, sure.

- Ring me if you want some...any heritage advice.

- Oh sure, that'd be very handy. Thank you.

Thank you very much, that's lovely. Thanks, cheers.

That's good. That's handy, isn't it?

- So Beeswax was the name of the business

that Steven and James had together.

It was a website for insiders

to trade gossip and rumors anonymously

about the business world.

Okay, here we go.

James Langlan was suing Steve Rowe.

- Gosh. - God, it's a lot.

- So Steven Rowe was starting up again under the same principles but under

a different name, and without James Langlan.

- You wouldn't murder someone over a lawsuit, would you?

- Well, dead men don't sue.

- We know about the lawsuit.

It's a matter of public record.

Lawyers reckon James was wasting his time.

Sure you don't want this?

- No, thanks.

We were right about Richard Naylor though, weren't we?

- Mm, yeah, spot on. Rheumatoid arthritis.

I mean, took a bit. He finally admitted it.

There's no way he would have been

able to manage that spear gun.

He can't even open his wallet.

- Oh, thanks, no.

- All right. I better get back. Oh!

Pop oil. For your...

Gotta get back.

- Okay.

- See ya. - Bye.

- What if Steven was looking for

something specific that night?

Something to help him in his court case?

- Okay, what have we got?

We've got CDs, shells, driftwood and an iPod.

- And James' phone. Remember Sarah asked?

About James' phone? Maybe that's what this is all about.

- Could be.

- But if there was something incriminating on it,

would he have just destroyed it?

- Surely.

But if the police can't find it with a GPS tracker

there's no hope.

- Of course, GPS tracking doesn't work under water, does it?

With the unseasonably strong south westerlies

cutting in across this way,

and that storm surge last Sunday,

if he'd hurled the phone out thusly

it'd be either halfway to Tasmania

or washed up on those rocks over there

that have formed that small groin.

- Small groin?

- Sweetie, we don't know where the phone

was thrown from or if it was thrown.

- Darling, I know human nature.

I know physics. I know the patterns of the southern ocean.

In the wrong hands that's

a boring dinner party conversation.

But in mine, it's a deadly combination.

- Oh Charlie.

Sweetie, don't be so hard on yourself.

No one alive could have predicted where to find that phone.

- Well, I can't find my own at the best of times.

Mind you, there's probably an app for that now.

The phone probably rings your and tells you where it is.

- Yeah.

- Is this it?

- So it's not impossible.

- A heli jump in a lightning storm is impossible.

This is child's play.

- Ooh, nice tools, Alan.

- Thank you.

- So what is it you used to do again, Alan?

- Work for Telstra.

Now this probably won't work and I'm...

- Oh you did it! - Alan, you're the man!

- You were totally a Navy Seal.

- Can you go into photos?

- Okay Alan, dollar signs, follow the money, yeah.

Oh. - Oh!

- Jess, go and brush your teeth.

- I'm 22.

- Sweetie.

- You can't unsee that. - No.

- Wait a minute. Is that...

Is that Steven and Sarah?

- Yes. Well, now we know whose got

a motive of destroying the phone.

- Okay, okay, okay. You just need to calm down.

I'll come and see you as soon as I'm done here, all right?

All right, Sarah? Look, I'll call you back.

- Oh, hello. How are you? Sorry to interrupt the call.

Is everything all right, Lola?

- The police have taken Sarah in for questioning.

Why would they do that?

- Well, maybe they found out about her relationship with Steven?

- Why would us say that?

- Well you know, you hear things.

- It's a small town, you know.

People chat to us.

- That's what got her into this mess.

James was blackmailing her.

He had photos of her and Steven.

He was gonna send them to Ben.

She'd already given him $5000 but he wanted more.

She didn't know what to do so she told Steven.

- Do you know when she told Steven?

- I don't know, three or four days ago, I guess.

- Right. Lola, could you wrap that up for us, please?

- Of course. - Thank you, thank you.

- That was before James was murdered.

- Will do. Great, thanks. Bye.

- Okay, Peter's calling Steven in for a chat.

- That's good, great.

- Looks like we may have our man. Time capsule?

- You know, I carved my initials

on this hunk of wood and I buried it

at four paces from it.

You know, if I can find that phone I reckon I can find a biscuit tin.

- In all fairness, Jess found the phone.

- Yeah, she did, didn't she. We should get her down here.

- [Nicola] Charlie? - [Charlie] Honey!

- Charlie, Charlie!

Steven?

He's not breathing. Call the ambulance.

- [Sarah] Steven? Steven?

- He's okay, he's gonna be okay.

- This is my fault. This is all my fault.

I told Ben that Steven and I were having an affair

and I shouldn't have said anything to anyone.

It's just that Steven was freaking out

about James being killed and so I told him yesterday

about James blackmailing me.

You know and he was freaking out,

he was so angry and then I just thought,

I thought I should tell Ben, you know?

Get it all out in the open before we got married.

And I - I don't know what I was thinking?

- How could you do this?

- Do what, Sarah?

- You tried to kill him! Did you try to kill James too?

- You don't get to ask me that.

- Ben Naylor?

Would you mind accompanying us

down to the station to answer a few questions?

- Oh, it's incredible. Thank you.

- And we added a piece of driftwood we found

because we saw in the photographs,

that you had something like that.

Must have been stolen.

- I'm afraid ours is rather plain by comparison.

- Oh no, I didn't even notice it had gone.

I can't thank you enough. Richard will be thrilled.

- And how is Richard?

- He's coping.

- And how are you?

- How am I, well.

My son has been taken in for questioning

over the murder of a man I was having an affair with,

and my husband who has somehow managed to forgive me

is suffering from a debilitating disease

that I didn't even know he had.

I mean, that's how far we drifted apart.

But he wants to, how did he put it?

Find our way back to each other,

which is, you know. It's more than I deserve.

- Well, these are yours.

There's a few actually that we have back at the house,

but we'll post them to you.

- Oh no, no no. Keep them as a memento.

I just. I just can't thank you enough.

(Nicola purrs)

- Well, sweetie?

Let's say we get out of here and go down the beach?

- Well, I didn't bring my red check swimsuit.

- Where we're going, we don't need red check swimsuits.

And bingo was his name! Nic!

- Oh, sweetie. - Oh my gosh. Look at that.

Look at that, look at that.

Now you see, that alone would be enough for me.

I don't even have to open it.

Better yet, bury it again.

- Open it.

- I can't, I'm paralyzed with excitement.

I can't believe - all right, here it goes.

I'm opening it up.

- [Nicola] Oh. - [Charlie] Oh, gosh.

- [Nicola] The dolly.

- Yeah. Well, that was my sisters.

Just want to say that.

My gosh, look at that.

$1! That's the original one dollar.

You know how much that would be worth now? - No.

- That would be worth, well, I reckon

about $4, maybe $5 dollars if it was in better condition.

Look, look look.

That's my father, my sister and myself

and we're wearing matching outfits.

- Oh, look at you. - That my mother made.

Isn't that nice? Where is that.

- Darling, Lola told us that Steven

found out about James' photographs

before James was killed, right?

- Right.

- But Sarah said he found out after James was killed.

- Yeah. But to be fair to Lola, she said she wasn't sure.

You know, it was hard for her to remember.

I thought Jess would be fascinated

with the contents of my time capsule.

She said she was tired and had to go to bed.

- Well, I suppose it is after midnight, darling.

She does have those exams tomorrow.

- I know, but this is education from the school of life.

Living history in this box.

Very disappointed in her, I'm very disappointed.

- You know, it's that other box

that I'm worried about.

If your girlfriend Lola's right about the dates

then was Sarah lying to protect herself or Steven?

Or both? Or is it just about the mobile phone?

- She sold me a hat, she's not my girlfriend.

- Would she really have taken Ben

to the beach box if she knew that James

was skewered in there? See, I don't think so.

- Night Auntie Nic.

- Aw, good night, sweetie.

Hey, you sure you don't want to stay up

for Charlie's lecture?

- Yeah. I want to, but I just don't want to.

- Okay, you shouldn't sell your uncle short,

he's really quite spellbinding.

- Yeah.

- Astonishing, isn't it.

This simple canoe, hewn from a single piece of cuttlefish.

And that carving, eh?

I was eight years old when I carved that.

- Really?

- Yeah, if I'd stuck at it,

we could be running a $100,000 scrimshaw business by now.

With you as it's queen.

That's it. The carving.

The night they broke into the beach box,

they were gonna steal something.

They weren't gonna steal James' phone.

They were gonna steal the carving.

That carved driftwood.

Come on darling, come on darling.

Where are those photos of the beach box?

- I put them in a special spot.

- A special spot, yes yes yes, wait, we need the box.

Now we need the driftwood,

the driftwood with the carving on it.

There it is, okay. Can you read that?

I can't read that. What's it say?

- Um. The...v...v v. N.

- Beloved Ann. - Beloved Ann.

- Beloved Ann. Yes.

- Who's Ann?

- Ann is a very very special person.

A devoted and beautiful wife.

And the key to everything.

Matthew Flinders wife who he,

with great chivalry, decided to take on board

for one of the most momentous and important voyages

of his career.

Despite an edict from Admiralty

that no women be allowed at sea.

Sadly she was discovered below deck

hiding in a barrel and she had to be taken off in Tahiti.

- [Peter] Now that's interesting.

- So this piece of driftwood here,

this is from Matthew Flinders' ship, the Investigator.

He actually carved those words.

- That beach box has been in the Naylor family

for generations.

They would have just assumed it was decoration.

- So assuming this was the target.

We're not only looking for someone

who knew where it was but what it was worth?

- Exactly, and who around here

would even know who Ann was?

- Lola! - Lola!

- Richard told us she'd been involved

in the recent renovation, she would have seen it

and used the recent burglaries as a cover.

- So she went looking for the driftwood,

she finds James and she shoots.

- Maybe James surprised her.

She left the party thinking the coast was clear.

She didn't know James was living in there.

- But she knew how desperate he was.

- Lola's our guy.

- Have a lovely day. - Thank you, thanks.

- Come again, thanks. See you.

- Lola Atkins? Detective Peter Vinetti.

- Sorry, I don't...

- I need to ask you a few questions

in relation to the murder of James Langlan.

- Well, I'm actually working right now.

- Would you mind coming with me?

- This is ridiculous. I don't have to just drop everything.

- At this point in time, I think you

should be aware of your rights.

You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be used in evidence.

- You're insane.

I don't know what those two cleaners

have been telling you.

- I'm afraid you do. We found the artifact at your home.

- He wasn't supposed to be there.

- We can talk about this down at the station, please.

- He was trying to blackmail me.

- I suggest you tell your lawyer to meet us at the station.

- A taste of vanilla sky, first date.

- The hankie you used to wipe the lipstick

off my cheek after we kissed, after that lecture?

- Can't believe you kept that.

This is that gorgeous watch you gave me

for my birthday which I accidentally dropped in the bath.

- Actually, we could probably get Alan to fix that.

- Yeah.

- Okay, well that's it, isn't it?

- Guess so.

- The a, the um. I, you know, I never really liked this.

- I've got the GPS coordinates

in case we can't find it again when we're 80.

- That's a good idea.

Because I'm gonna forget a lot by the time I'm 80.

I'm going to have lived a life,

gonna drink it to the lees, gonna be full. Gosh.

- I wonder if I can remember.

- Do you think we should visit Lola in jail?

- No sweetie, no.

- [Charlie] She'll be very lonely in there.

- [Nicola] Too soon.

- [Charlie] She won't go anywhere. - [Nicola] Not funny.

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