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They're all dead!

What d'you reckon we're lookin' at?

- Dunno. Murder-suicide? - Well, what about him?

What happened at home last night?

- Last night, I said I wanted the chainsaw.

Argh! Ow.

- What happened to you? - The chainsaw slipped.

- Shouldn't have left the chainsaw.

- They said that Laniet was a prostitute.

- How do you think Mum and Dad would feel

if they knew about it?

It would break their hearts.

- I'm not doing this any more.

- What d'you think? - Which room is mine?

- It's okay. - They lied to me.

They were awake! They, they knew.

- The detective said I should call him

if we have any worries or concerns.

- Well, then?

- Come in.

- Sorry to bother you so late. - It's not a problem.

- Uh, he's upstairs. Of course, we all are.

But for the life of me, I...

We just thought if you could talk to him,

set our minds at rest.

- Where is he?

- David? There's somebody to see you.

- Hi, David.

- Right, well... I'll leave you to it.

- I couldn't help it.

- You couldn't help what?

- Black hands.

They were coming to get them.

And I couldn't...

I couldn't stop them.

If I'd run home, I...

But I couldn't.

I don't know who to blame.

- I can see three possible scenarios here.

One, a stranger came to the house.

There's no evidence to support that,

and doesn't seem very likely, does it?

- No.

- Second,

it was Dad.

- I'd be really disappointed if Dad did it.

- And the third possibility

is that it was you.

I'm confused about something, mate.

You told the 111 operator that you knew they were all dead,

but since then, you've maintained that

you only saw Mum and Dad.

Why would that be, David?

- I don't know.

- Forensics is coming in,

and I have to say that the murder-suicide theory

isn't stacking up.

The gun and silencer were David's,

and he had about a thousand rounds of ammo.

The trigger lock had a spare key,

but it was in a container on David's desk

with a hacky-sack balanced on top.

Now, would Robin bother replacing it

before he went off on a homicidal rampage?

- It's possible.

- What are the chances of the magazine landing like that,

on its narrow edge?

Dad was shot in the left temple, but it's the wrong side.

He was right-handed. The brother's confirmed that.

The only fingerprints on the gun were David's,

probably in blood.

Stephen fought for his life.

Okay, Dad's got a couple of scrapes on his knuckles,

but David's got bruises on his head

and some skin off his knee.

- He might've got them later, when he had his fit.

- The dress gloves in Stephen's room,

why would Robin need them

if the plan was just to shoot himself anyway?

The lens in Stephen's room matched the frames

by David's bed.

- It's all still circumstantial.

- Robin's bladder was full.

He's 58 years old.

It's first thing, and he doesn't even take a piss

before shooting everyone and then himself?

- A witness saw David near the house at 6.40.

Computer turned on 6.44.

That's cutting it pretty bloody fine.

- Well, maybe he shoots them all first, or most of them,

and then he uses the paper round as a cover.

Then there's the missing 20 minutes from when he gets home

to when he calls Emergency.

Don't forget about that. What was he doing all of that time?

- Where's the motive?

He's 22 years old, got his whole life ahead of him.

You know Laniet was on the game?

A neighbour thinks it was incest between her and the dad.

- Yeah, the boss doesn't want us

going down that particular rabbit hole.

- All the same, if the wife knew, wanted him gone,

he could've flipped, taken them all out with them.

It's a motive.

- Okay.

But then why leave David?

- Good afternoon.

- I'm going out.

See ya.

- Off home?

- Friday comes around. Yeah.

- Yeah, I wanted to congratulate you on the, um, the money.

For the native tree project.

Must've pulled some strings. - Mm.

- Robin, I should let you know,

the stories from some of the children in the newsletter...

Parents have complained.

About the content.

They were very violent.

- Oh.

I thought they were very imaginative.

- Yes, it's David Cullen Bain.

Uh, I took one of your bikes out for a test ride.

The Kawasaki 600.

Hm. No, it went really well.

Uh, the thing is I had a crash.

Yes, yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking. Um...

But the bike's pretty smashed up.

- You're lucky you didn't kill yourself. Or anyone else.

A big motorcycle like that, David,

how did you think you could even afford it?

- Well, I could pay it off.

- Well, now you're going to have to, aren't you?

And you don't have anything to show for it.

Have you got anything to say?

- Obviously, we're glad you didn't get injured,

but this is just another example, David,

of you doing whatever you feel like

and not thinking about the consequences.

How much do you owe on it?

- It was insured.

- Well, is there an excess on the insurance?

- Maybe $2,000.

I was thinking you guys could pay it

and I will pay you back.

- You need to take responsibility for your own actions.

You need to contact the gentleman involved

and come to your own arrangements.

- I know you've got the money in the bank.

- That's not the point, David! You need to grow up.

Your father's right, David.

This is about consequences.

- David. - What?

- Is it something to do with school, or work?

- No. No. - Just say.

- Come on. - David, tell us.

- It was a radio competition.

I won two tickets to the ball at Larnach Castle.

And I, um... I need someone to go with me.

- Harriet would love to go. Wouldn't you, Harriet?

- Yes.

- Great.

- Hi. - Hey, thanks for coming.

- That's okay.

So, you excited for the ball?

- Oh, God, yeah, I'm so excited. I love dressing up, yeah.

- So, David said you met doing The Tempest?

- I was in the orchestra.

I wasn't actually sure he even liked me.

- Mm. Sure he does.

- I like him too.

He's sensitive.

We went to Schindler's List, and he actually cried.

- Sounds like David.

- Hello! It's only me.

- Well, doesn't she look gorgeous?

- Uh...

Uh, these are Mum's. You can borrow them.

And this is also for you.

- Oh. I'll do it.

- Right. We should probably get going.

Your chariot awaits.

But it's too early. Yeah.

- Um, we're gonna stop somewhere first.

- Oh.

- Um, you'll need to go ahead.

- Oh!

Lovely to meet you, Harriet.

Uh, how are the gloves? - Oh, perfect, thank you.

- Oh! Uh, this is David's father, Robin.

- Very pleased to meet you. - You too.

- And his brother, Stephen. - Hi.

- Hi.

- Oh my goodness.

What a handsome young man.

- Thanks, Mum. - Oh! I know.

Why don't we take the photographs in the living room?

The lighting's better.

Right, David and Harriet,

you can go in front of the curtain.

Come on, David, quick. - Yeah.

- I'm here! I'm here, I'm here.

- Okay. Come on, get in there. - I am, Mum. Stop.

- Just give Harriet some space.

- Yeah, I'm fine. - Give her some space. Lovely.

Aww.

Three, two, one... Smile!

- Do you have any plans?

I mean, like, what do you wanna do with your life?

- Oh, singing.

Yeah, that's the only thing I know for sure.

Wanna have an international career in Europe.

But...

Mum needs me here,

and, well, I'm not so sure.

- Now you look sad.

- Oh.

Well, I've just had this big fight with my parents.

Yeah.

And also, I've... I've got this exam coming up,

and it's really hard for me to concentrate

when everything else is going on.

- If it's so difficult, why don't you just move out?

- I'm not ready. Not yet.

What d'you think about tattoos?

- They're kinda gross.

Why? Do you have one?

- No.

No.

- Hurts a bit, doesn't it?

Uh, it's fine.

- Tough guy, eh?

- His arm's too skinny! - Shh!

- Well, I'm a runner, not a weightlifter, so...

Upper body strength isn't really important.

The rose is for my dog, Sasha.

She was a great dog, but, um, the council put her down.

Uh... I'm a music student now.

New beginnings. It's all symbolic.

- Symbolic, you reckon?

- Yeah.

- When we grew up in Papua New Guinea,

and chapters in my life since then.

How's it looking?

- You're the one that's gotta like it.

It's for life, darling.

- Yeah. My dad would die if he ever saw this.

- How you gonna hide it from him?

- Oh. Um, he's never gonna see it.

- It's quiet.

Too quiet.

- Hm. Well...

Arawa's next door with the kids,

David's rehearsing his play, and Stephen's at the pool.

They're all so busy.

We should organise a Friday-night singalong. Bring Laniet.

- Oh, yeah? Well, I'll mention it.

- Good.

- Well, I should, uh, rattle my dags.

- I hoped that we could talk about the house.

I've had some thoughts, um, but I need you to be here.

To be involved.

- Yeah, I got a lot of...

Got a lot going on at the school at the moment. Um...

- I'm, uh... I'm trying to move forward.

For everyone. But, uh...

I can't do it all on my own.

♪ Abide with me, Fast falls ♪

- I'll see what I can do.

♪ The eventide ♪

♪ The darkness deepens ♪

♪ Lord, with me abide ♪

♪ When other helpers fail and comforts flee ♪

♪ Through cloud and sunshine ♪

♪ Lord, abide with me ♪

- Margaret Cullen speaking.

Oh. Darren.

No, I'm afraid Laniet isn't here.

- Lani. Howzit?

- Uh, got a job interview, so...

- Come on.

We both know how you can earn heaps more money

than a straight job.

- Well, I don't do that any more, so...

- Wanna know how I knew you were here?

- Don't tell me. You're psychic.

- Nah. I called your mum.

- Why would you do that?

- Cos the phone I lent you is disconnected.

She said you're out at Taieri Beach with your dad.

Weird, considering all the heavy shit you told me.

- Did you talk to my dad? What did you say to him?

- Where's my phone, Lani?

- Leave me alone.

- It's cool.

Let's go back to my place, hm?

Have a spliff. Maybe talk about how you can pay me back?

- I told you. I've got a job interview.

- After. Or do you want me to call your parents again?

- 11 on the dot.

- I brought muffins. Two sweet, two savoury.

- You're not wearing your glasses.

- Oh. Yeah, well...

I tripped and fell at my music teacher's house.

- Have you tried contact lenses?

- Um... Oh, there you go. - Oh. Thanks.

- Well, I've got a pair of my mum's old glasses for driving,

but I don't really need to use them.

Thanks for asking me over.

- Well, it sounded serious,

and the music department is not exactly private.

- Did you know? About Harriet and...

That she was seeing someone else?

Like, we went to the ball and to Schindler's List, and...

I just didn't realise we were kind of just going as friends.

Felt like a bit of an idiot, not knowing.

I guess it's just a bit hard for me to trust.

At the Symphonia last Saturday,

remember when I was sitting with Harriet?

- I mean, I kind of had my hands full playing percussion.

- Yeah, well, I, I blacked out,

like, for most of the second movement.

Like, 20 minutes in some kind of trance.

It's hard for me to explain.

I've got this public face

which is all, like, smiley and jokey, but...

I've also got this really serious face, you know?

It's, um... They're so different.

Sometimes I don't even know which one is the real me.

- Do you want more coffee? - Yeah.

I...

I have this awful feeling...

That something terrible's gonna happen.

- Bye, Mr Bain! Bye, Miss! - Bye.

- Uh, sorry, I can't give you a lift, I've got a few things.

- Oh, it's not a problem.

- Every silver lining has a cloud.

- This fuss about the kids' stories...

They should be more worried about the films and television

they let their children watch.

- Yeah, I agree. - Yeah.

- Oh.

There's the power man. I have to have a word with him.

- Okay. I'll see you Monday.

- No doubt.

Have a good weekend. - Yeah, you too.

I'd like the bill.

Uh, changed to the board of trustees. Is that possible?

- Yeah, shouldn't be a problem. Are you moving?

- Mm. Back to town, possibly. - Oh.

- Either way, I'd like to get it sorted.

Yeah, something's come up. I need someone to cover for me.

Uh, next week, I'm afraid.

No, no, no, no. No, no. That's not your fault.

I'll try someone else.

Thank you.

- It's nothing concrete,

but, yeah, we're definitely looking for a flat.

Are you still interested? - Yeah, for sure.

I just have some stuff to sort out first.

- Uh, probably won't be until next year.

- Do you think everyone's reasonably tidy?

- Oh, well, fair enough question. No, don't worry.

I would say we're all pretty good at cleaning.

- Okay, yeah.

Oh, my brother's here. I should...

But like I said, I am interested.

I just can't say for sure yet.

- We got plenty of time. Have a great weekend.

- Yeah, I'll be working most of it.

But I'll see you Monday?

- You will.

- Great.

You okay?

- No.

Mid-year exams are freaking me out.

- Oh, don't stress it.

- Yeah, well, it's easy for you to say.

You're good at exams.

- Only 'cause I study for them.

- Well, I try my best.

Like our production of Oedipus, I'm...

I'm the only one holding it together, and...

And my teacher even says so, and...

And if I don't pass, I don't get any credit for it.

- Yeah.

Yeah. Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, great.

Well, I'll... I'll see you then.

- I have explained to them... - Cool.

- Over and over.

- I should probably get going.

Well, thank you once again.

Okay. Bye.

That was Wallace, the, um, director of Summer Shakespeare.

- I have received another letter from the council

about the runoff from the roof.

You told me you were going to sort it!

Oh, never mind.

I need to talk to your father.

- What's that got to do with him?

David?

David, could you come in here, please?

- Coming.

What's going on?

- Well, you know, Stephen was in trouble with the police.

- Don't tell me. Not again?

- Oh, Lord, your face.

The police have sent your brother a very nice letter.

"Dear Stephen, just a quick note

"to let you know how pleased I am

"that you have been doing well and behaving yourself."

- Oh. Well, good one.

- No, I haven't finished.

"One of the best things that can happen in my job

"is when someone who has been in trouble works really hard

"and manages to keep out of trouble."

Uh, "Keep up the good work, my friend,"

and this is signed "Senior Sergeant, John Robinson".

- Does that mean I'm out of chores today?

- Chance would be a fine thing.

You too, Dave.

You can help your father with the spouting.

Uh, but I've gotta study.

- It won't do you any harm to spend a few hours helping out.

- Right.

Uh, David, you got another piece there?

The shortest one, please.

Stephen.

No, no, no. The shortest one.

That's the longest one.

I want the shortest one, David.

- Okay.

- Look out!

- Fine.

- Go and get your mother's glasses, for goodness' sake.

- Well, I can see, I just didn't know what you meant.

- Nothing is so simple that it can't be screwed up.

Let's try that again, shall we?

- How goes the work?

- Well, I still think it's a waste of time.

- Well, it's just to keep the council off our backs

until the plans are approved.

- Yes, your dad and I have decided

we're gonna renovate the house in stages

rather than knocking it all down at once.

- But what about the sanctuary?

And... And the dome, and all the plans?

- Well, we need to be realistic.

- Well, uh, I can't help out tomorrow.

And neither can Stephen.

We're both doing the polar plunge at St Kilda.

- Ah. I'll take you.

- Uh, just, um...

I've already planned to meet some friends.

- His girlfriend.

- Okay, Stephen, leave your brother alone.

Well, I need the car in the morning,

so you'll have to go with your father.

- Just gonna go study.

- Laniet.

How are you?

- Um...

Not great.

I'm pretty shit, actually.

- Uh, I heard you're staying with your dad?

Is that okay for you?

- Um, mum wrote me a really neat letter today.

About how she loves me and she wants me to come home,

but how can I, after everything?

He can't keep doing what he's doing.

- Who do you mean?

Your dad?

- Um, I got a job today.

Um, went in for the interview,

and the guy pretty much straight away said I was perfect.

I start on Monday.

- Hey, that's great, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Except for all this bullshit.

I need to tell mum and dad.

A fresh start.

It's what I need to do.

Drop the bomb.

Boom.

Um...

Hey, wanna get a drink, or...

- I can't.

I'm supposed to be somewhere.

- Another time.

- Sure. - Mm.

- See ya. - See ya.

- Ow!

Buggeration.

This is lovely.

I wasn't sure you were staying.

- That's the plan. - Aww.

Well, there's some fish in the microwave,

and David can pop down and get some chips.

Oh, how was the swim?

I bet it was freezing.

- It was fine.

- Oh, Lani. Hi. - Hi.

- Sorry, I'm just heading out.

I'll see you all later.

- Where are you going?

- Babysitting.

- But we're having a family meal

and Laniet has something she wanted to say.

- Sorry.

Can we do it tomorrow?

- Hello.

- Oh, you missed the beginning.

It's really interesting.

Uh, Harriet lent it to us.

- But the best part?

A cheetah was chasing an antelope,

caught it, then ate it.

- Gross.

- What time is it? - Oh, nearly half past.

- Ooh, our program's starting.

- But we're watching this.

- Well, we can watch it another night.

- Might go to bed.

- Don't be such a spoilsport.

- I'm not. Gotta get up early.

Uh, Dad?

- Mm?

- Can you leave the chainsaw this week?

- No, I don't think that's a good idea.

- Yeah, well, I'll be careful.

No.

- But I need it.

- You're far too clumsy, I think we've established that.

Okay, enough.

Our program's starting.

- Okay, Goodnight.

- Night, night.

Ah, don't forget to clean your teeth.

- Well, I'd better go- - Hey. Um...

Can I talk to you now?

Please?

- Hiya.

What's going on?

- Uh, there's fish in the microwave,

but I don't know if they left you any chips.

- I'm okay, I've had something.

Well, night.

- Night.

- What do we do now, Margaret?

- Well, it's Sunday night,

so someone needs to drive to the ATM to pay the credit card.

- Yeah, probably for the best.

- What're you doing?

Ah! - Argh!

- Ah.

Please...

Please...

Please, please...

Plea...

- Is anyone there?

No, no, no. P-Please, don't.

Pl-Please.

Please, don't.

They're all dead!

What's the matter?

They're all dead!

I came home and they're all dead.

Whereabouts are ya?

Um, I'm...

Every St.

- Wha...? Every St? - 65 Every St.

They're all dead.

My family, they're all dead! Hurry up!

Bain.

Okay. We're on our way.

Hurry up.

- You all right there, David?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Just wanna get this sorted so I can get on with my life.

- Thanks for coming in.

- Not a problem.

- David.

- Uh, hi.

Um, what's this about?

- Constable?

Perhaps you could take Mr Clark for a cup of tea.

- Sir.

- Do you know why you're here, David?

- Uh...

Not really, no.

- David Bain,

I'm speaking to you about the murders of Robin Bain,

Margaret Bain, Arawa Bain, Laniet Bain and Stephen Bain.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say may be recorded

and given in evidence in court.

You have the right to speak with a lawyer

without delay and in private

before deciding whether to answer any questions.

If you cannot afford a lawyer,

police have a list of lawyers you may speak to for free.

Do you understand what I've just said, David?

- I want a lawyer.

We'll organise that.

Is there anything you'd like to say, David?

- I'm not guilty.

- All right, ladies.

Uh, Stephen, you stand next to Arawa.

Dave, you joining us?

Next to Laniet.

There you are.

Right.

The Bains against the world.