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I swear to God, I didn't think that dude was gonna stop pissing.

I know. So stop-start. It was like your driving.

That bad?

Agh!

Oh, my God it's...

Argh! He's fuckin' dead!

Oh shit, his dick's on fire!

Jesus Christ!

Happy Saturday! You're listening to Pink Flag

on Tasmanian East Coast local radio.

And joining me now is Deadloch Mayor, Aleyna Rahme.

Good morning, Nance.

The Deadloch Winter Feastival starts tomorrow.

It's our 14-day festival of food, wine and culture

and we're doing a ticket giveaway for the Klama.

- That's the Feastival's - Hellenic screaming ceremony...

...so call in quick to win those.

Alright, it's time for some music.

Ah, this is Indigo Girls, I believe.

Oh, lovely.

♪ Can't stay at home, can't stay at school ♪

♪ Old folks say, "You poor little fool" ♪

♪ Down the streets I'm the girl next door ♪

♪ I'm the fox you've been waiting for ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world...

No! Fern, no! No!

Use the voice, Dulce. She needs the hierarchy reinforced.

- Good girl! - Good girl.

- Good girl! - Good girl... Good girl!

Oh, my mooncup's still in. Keep going.

Good girl! Good girl.

Lower, Dulce, lower!

Good girl. Good girl.

- Hey, no, this is an armhole. - Dulce, your phone. It's Abby.

I'm gonna go and check on Ray's donkey.

His leg swelled up like a gonad, apparently.

- OK, I love you. Bye! - I love you.

Ah, good morning Constable.

Oh, before I forget, I've spoken to Rachel.

Ah, hold on, Constable. Sorry, who?

Rachel. From choir. She's married to Elaine, the mezzo.

Yep, yep, right.

Well Rachel used to be married to Geoff Haddick

but now she's selling her farm up near Margaret's

'cause Geoff tried to burn it down

'cause she left him for Elaine in the choir.

Anyway, I said we'd go and check it out tomorrow, OK?

Love you! Bye!

Sorry, check what out?

The hobby farm, to buy it.

That's a... a bit premature, isn't it?

Well it's just a squiz. We've been here for five years. Bye, Fernie!

Be good for Mummy D. Bye, sexy. I love you.

Argh! Look at that bum! I'll never get over it.

OK, love you! Bye! Love you!

Ah, Constable, if this is about the 'all cops are bastards' graffiti

on the Davis's bin, I am looking right at it.

- Why wasn't I alerted to this earlier? - Sorry, ma'am.

Cath said not to call you after hours,

because you're doing no devices between seven and seven

for work-life balance.

A dead body trumps work-life balance, Constable.

I'll remember that for next time, ma'am.

Where is your uniform, Constable Alderman?

Oh, I thought I'd still make yoga.

'Cause I bought, like, a five-day pass.

You won't be going to yoga.

- That's the Deadloch Football Club logo. - I know.

- That's half-shark, half-truck. - Yeah, I know.

That says Trent Latham. Ma'am, I think it's Trent Latham.

Yeah, that's what we said, Abby!

Tammy, my title is Constable Matsuda now!

Damn it.

OK.

Run me through it.

Through what happened. Can you run me through what happened?

Yes.

Um, the station got a call at 5:35am

saying that a body had been found on the beach

by cousins Tammy Hampson and Miranda Hoskins,

both 17, and students at Deadloch High...

They're just sitting over there, Dulce.

Yeah, I know who they are, Sven. Thank you.

- Just there. - Hi, Miss!

How's your new rescue dog?

Ah, she's settling in. Have you two been drinking?

- Nah, Miranda's got gastro, eh. - Six UDLs. I'm smashed.

Any sign of his personal effects? His clothes? Phone?

No, ma'am.

I did spot several nangs in the bushes, Dulce.

Yes, I think those nangs are pre-existing, Sven.

Ma'am...

do you think he's been murdered?

Not for us to say, Constable.

Our job is to secure the scene and not touch anything.

I'll get onto forensics.

Oh, um...

I think they're actually already on their way, ma'am.

They're what?

Sorry, ma'am, it's just that

I couldn't call you because I'm scared of Cath,

and I think that the Deadloch Police got in trouble

last time they moved a dead body, like, a few years ago.

So I called the forensic pathologist

and he said he'd call forensics and Commissioner Hastings,

so I didn't embarrass myself.

So that's what he did. He called them.

There is a chain of command, Constable.

Yes, ma'am.

Full disclosure, Dulcie?

I don't know what I'm doing.

Also, I'm supposed to do a wedding dress fitting later today.

I'll move it.

Tammy, delete that photo or I will throw your phone into the sea.

- Commissioner Hastings. - Senior Sergeant Connell.

Ah, Collins, sir.

I hear you've got a nude body down there.

Bit of excitement for sleepy old Deadloch!

Yes, and from my preliminary inspection it does appear to be a homicide, sir.

She been sexually assaulted?

The victim is male, sir.

Is it? Right.

This sort of thing, you just presume it's a woman.

Anyway, forensics'll be there shortly,

but all of Tassie Homicide

has been pulled onto the Princess Mary tour as security,

so... you're in charge, OK?

Me? Um...

OK, yes. Yep, right.

Just until tomorrow.

Right. Uh-huh

We've recruited an interstate detective to lead the case.

I'll send some boys

from Carnage Bay station to help out.

Detective will want to hit the ground running,

so you just start the bread and butter stuff for 'em, yeah?

Actually sir, I just, um, I need to take a moment

to run this assignment up the chain.

I am the chain, Connell.

What's the problem?

Have you forgotten how to be a homicide detective?

Ah no, sir, but I do need to have a discussion with my wife and...

Connell, I think you're mistaking this for an invitation,

when, actually, it's an order.

You will be conducting the case until the lead detective arrives, OK?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Right. I'm going to have to leave you to it.

A wombat just shat on Prince Mary.

Ah, pardon me, sir. Who are they sending?

Is it a... a Sydney detective?

Nuh, some cowboy from Darwin.

A detective Eddie Redcliffe.

You fuckin' shanked that, Ronny.

Oi, Dolph hasn't seen his Dad.

Where the fuck's Coach?

Ken, back behind the tape, please!

Is it a dead whale, Dulcie?

Abby, keep the perimeter secure.

Yes, ma'am! Sorry, ma'am!

- Hi, Cath! - Hi, Abby.

Sven, stay here.

I need to notify Trent's wife before she hears about this from a dog walker.

- Dulcie! - Aleyna!

Did you swim up here?

Yes I did, like a Russian sub.

What's going on?

- Did Kevin take a dog? - No, no, no!

I keep saying that bloody animal needs to be euthanised, Dulcie.

It attacked a Jack Russell yesterday.

Imagine if that dog was a tourist.

OK, it is not the harbour seal, Aleyna, and you cannot be in here.

Oh, please, I'm a doctor and I'm the Mayor of the town.

I've seen my fair share... Oh, crap, that's a body.

OK, Aleyna, you need to get behind the tape, please.

- Who is it? Is it a local? - I cannot...

Dulcie, Amanda Palmer didn't arrive for Feastival yesterday.

Her event was sold out!

Do you want me to establish time of death?

- No! - It's just a thermometer up the arsehole.

No, I need you to put nothing up anything, Aleyna.

- Cath. - Hi, sexy!

Nadiyah and I just went for brunch. She's joining the choir.

What's going on? Not another dead whale, is it?

Uh, no. No.

- Um, it's a body. - Oh, my God.

Who is it?

Cath, am I on speaker?

It's not a friend is it, Dulce?

No. It's... no.

OK. Is it a homicide?

Uh, it looks like it, yep.

Who's working the case?

- Um... - Dulce?

At the moment, me.

Dulce, you promised. No more detective work.

But it's... It is just until the lead detective arrives.

He... he... The detective comes tomorrow.

Oh, OK.

Well, are you OK?

Are you hungry? I can get you a breakfast brioche.

No, I am fine, thanks, love.

- I do need to notify next of kin. - Hey, how's it going?

Tom! What are you doing here?

Tammy sent me a photo.

Oh shit! That's Trent Latham!

- Trent Latham? - Trent Latham?

Which one's Trent again?

Trent!

Vanessa! No! Ugh!

Vanessa! No! Stop!

No, no. No, no, no, Vanessa! You can't!

Ow!

Trent!

- Mine! - Tammy, no!

Trent!

Baby!

Vanessa, I just need to ask you a few questions

before the lead detective arrives tomorrow.

- Was there any time... - Sorry. Sorry.

The bakery ran out of breakfast brioche, so I got you fruit toast.

- OK. - Is that OK?

Alright. Yep, thank you, love. Thanks.

It's watermelon and mint.

- OK, thanks. Thanks, Cath. - Sorry!

- No, that's... - Didn't get you guys anything.

That's really OK, Cath. Thank you. Alright.

Um...

Uh, Vanessa, it's important that we figure out your husband's movements.

- Were you with Trent last night? - Yes, at home.

OK, and what did your night entail?

We ate tuna mornay, watched Ninja Warrior,

and then at 11pm we went to bed...

...and made love.

Right, and can anyone verify that?

My son, Dolph. He probably heard, didn't you?

Uh...

OK, and, um...

Did you hear Trent leave the house at all?

No, I already told you,

I woke up this morning and Trent was just gone.

I thought he was at footy training.

At 7am.

When will the real detective arrive?

Ah, shortly. Would Trent have taken his mobile with him, Vanessa?

Am I gonna have to say all this to him as well?

If you could just answer the question?

Of course he would have had his phone on him.

Did you check his pockets?

He was naked. Oh, my God!

Ah... um...

Trent went to the Beast Factory gym yesterday,

- but it was closed to the public... - Yes, for deodorising.

OK, and what about his brother, Gavin?

It's my understand that he co-owns the gym.

Was he helping out his brother with the... to deodorise the...

No, Gavin was down at the harbour,

putting decals on the boat for their new business, Pro-Bro.

It's protein.

For bros.

Vanessa, was Trent involved in any illegal activity?

No!

Trent was a pillar of this community.

His family are a Deadloch dynasty.

They've been here since the '60s.

I mean, everybody in Deadloch loved Trent, didn't they?

Didn't they?

Oh, Sven, we need to check all the trail cameras along the beachfront

for vision from last night.

Hopefully there's one that hasn't been smashed in.

Yeah, absolutely. Now who do I delegate that to?

Ah, yourself, Sven.

You go down there and you look at the cameras yourself.

Oh, right, right, right, right. OK, hang tight, peeps. Bye!

Any word on the autopsy?

The forensic pathologist can't do it today.

He's on a bike ride.

Uh-huh. Mm-hm.

About fuckin' time you cunts showed up!

Been calling youse all morning.

Some cunt stole me copper wire.

Got six grand worth of crays going off in the deep freeze.

We're not here about the copper wire, Gavin.

Oh, this is about fuckin' Sharelle and that restraining order?

How many times I gotta tell you, OK?

It is not my fault

if the only Deadloch pub that I haven't been banned from

is the one that she works at.

- Gavin, listen. - What?

Your brother's body showed up on Deadloch Beach this morning.

Fuck!

Oh...

Oh, fuck!

Are you shitting me? You're pulling my dick, aren't ya?

No, I'm not doing that. I'm very sorry, Gavin.

Fuck!

Oh...

Well, I know who fuckin' did it.

It was fuckin' bitch Mayor.

Or it was that fuckin' singing bitch on the bike.

Or that fuckin' dyke lesbian chef bitch.

She said she wanted to kill me and Trent heaps.

And she said she wanted to kill fuckin' Sam, and probably Jimmy too.

Oh, she's a fuckin' man-hater!

When was the last time you saw Trent, Gavin?

- I didn't fuckin' do it! - That is not what I'm asking.

Yesterday I was doing the boat,

and yesterday night I was here with me mate Jimmy.

Oi, Jimmy, get out here!

What?

Fuck, mate... Trent's dead.

Fuck!

- I was here with you last night, wasn't I Jimmy? - No, don't answer that!

- Yeah. - Yeah, see? - No, don't answer that!

You shut up. I was fuckin' here, wasn't I?

- I said yeah! - Alright, well, fuck off, Jimmy!

What happened to your windscreen, Gavin?

What happened to your windscreen? Are you fuckin' serious? I've told you this a million times.

The Chinese mafia did that to me. They're fuckin' after me.

Or it was Sharelle. Fuckin' charge her too.

I know what you fuckin' femmos think of me, alright? I see it.

But it's a double standard, 'cause I'm the victim here.

I'll ask you to stop pacing, if possible, Gavin.

- Have you seen Trent's mobile? - Nuh.

Any idea where it might be?

Trent's dead.

I loved that cunt like a brother.

He was your brother.

Fuck! My brother!

Hey! Hey!

Claire!

Ma'am, Cath called to remind you about Skye's menu tasting tonight.

- Uh-huh. - I think she thinks I'm your PA.

Did you forget?

- Ah, no, no. - It starts in five minutes.

Of course not. Uh-huh.

It should be illegal to ride a bike at night with no lights.

It is illegal.

- Forensics are just, uh, packing up. - Right.

Hey, look at this board! Did you go to Officeworks?

I did.

Did forensics find anything?

Ah, nothing, no.

No clothing, no fabric fibres, no DNA, no footprints.

- Hey, don't do that! - Oh, this is cerulean!

I love cerulean.

Sorry, Sven, you're saying they didn't find any evidence anywhere?

- Ah, well, they did find more nangs. - Great.

How'd you go with the trail cameras?

All smashed to bits.

I think because of the nangs.

What about the cameras at the harbour?

Yes, I didn't check them because I wasn't aware they existed.

They do.

Was that Cath? She messaged me too.

Yeah.

I really have to...

OK. I'm off.

I've still gotta clean the penis graffiti off the school desks

before the Carnage Bay cops arrive tomorrow morning

for the briefing.

But I could finish the rest of the board.

Don't touch the board!

OK.

Evening, Jimmy.

Yeah, good, thanks.

You got any idea why that security camera's smashed?

Dunno.

Birds?

Ah, this vessel you're on belongs to Phil McGangus, correct?

Depends who's asking.

Ah, me. It's me who's asking, Jimmy.

- Yeah, it is. - Mm-hm.

Hey, don't call him. It's 9pm! I'll cop it!

I'm gonna follow this up tomorrow, Jimmy.

Follow up what, but?

What, but?

VKB, Oscar 23.

Go ahead, Oscar 23.

Show this unit clear of Deadloch Beach

and engaged heading to Hobart to the mortuary.

Also show the Forensic Unit and Mortuary Ambulance following us in.

Roger that.

To Trent!

To Trent.

Going the wrong way.

Hey!

You're going the wrong way!

Hobart's the other way!

Yeah, wait there, wait there.

- Yeah, you're clear now. - Back, back, back.

Yeah come back, mate. Back, back.

- To Trent. - Trent.

Lace out, boys. This is for you, coach!

Fuck, Ronny. You hit Coach!

Good morning.

Where's the detective?

Palpably not here. Let's get started.

- Trent Latham was found at 5.30... - Hey, what's the wi-fi password?

Ah, I can answer that.

It's lower case, all one word, 'three little pigs'.

Trent Latham was found at 5.35am on Deadloch Beach.

He was naked and without any personal effects.

So far there are no witnesses and no suspect.

Autopsy is pending, so cause of death is still unknown.

Was he strangled?

That is for the forensic pathologist to decide, Constable.

I reckon Gavin did it. He's a loose unit.

A solid centre-half forward back in the day, though.

Like I said, we have no suspects. Moving on.

You're on digital, you are on documentation.

Abby, how did you go getting the footage from Phil McGangus's boat?

- He hung up on me. - OK, perfect.

Right, first things first...

Oh, fuck me! It's colder than a witch's tit out there.

Ooh. Oh!

Oh! Hey. G'day.

- Ah, I'm sorry. You can't be here - G'day. G'day.

- Sorry, you're not... - Ah, Sven, can you...

- G'day, g'day, g'day, g'day. - Excuse me, this is a restricted area.

Hang on a second. My ears are blocked from the plane.

Oh!

- OK. - Better. OK!

Detective Eddie Redcliffe is my name.

I am from Darwin.

I'm running the show and I need a Coke. Who wants to action that?

- Yep. - Thank you.

- OK. - Ah, Detective...

I am Senior Sergeant Collins, Deadloch Police.

I didn't expect you to be a w... w... arriving,

uh, when you did arrive, early, and I started a briefing.

Ripper. Well, I'm here now,

so... resume regular programming, Sergeant.

Senior. Ah, it's Senior Sergeant.

But I actually used to be a detective, Detective.

Oh, yeah. One of them, are ya?

- Alright, dead man in Dead Lake. - Ah...

- Loch. Loch. - Yep, whatever.

Right, let's get this thing over with. Now...

the first 24 hours of an investigation are crucial so...

how long has shrivel dick been dead for? Big Eyes?

Um, he was discovered 27 hours ago, ma'am.

Ah, right.

Well, you've fucked that up already, haven't ya?

- Er... - Ah, not to worry. Jason Statham.

Trent Latham.

What do we know about him? Big Eyes.

Um...

Don't look at her. Don't look at her.

Ah, Trent was... is... was Deadloch born and bred.

He was the boys' football coach.

He owned the Beast Factory 14-hour gym

and he lived upstairs with his wife, Vanessa, and son, Dolph.

He was a self-described fitness entrepreneur.

En... Entrepr...

- Um, he... - Keep going, yeah. Keep going.

He used to work at the sawmill before it got shut down.

The night he died he had tuna mornay...

Why?

His parents are dead.

He spat at me at a traffic stop once.

- I think he just didn't see me, though... - Detective, all of the relevant...

Right, cause of death!

Well, that's easy. I mean, look at the neck.

It is ringbarked. But... how did it happen, you know?

We have some options. Yeah.

Maybe did it to himself.

You know, maybe it was a bit of one of these?

You know, one of those... Oh! You know?

"Oh, it's too hard! Oh, no, it's too soft!"

You know? Very popular way to go.

What do you reckon, Sarge? Bit of a tug-gone-wrong?

Hmm.

I think that...

autoerotic...

asphyxiation can't be, uh...

conclusively ruled out until after the autopsy.

But I feel that from all the evidence that...

I'm tickling your sack.

He was strangled. So...

It's a small town, he's a good-looking bloke.

He probably had a busy dick and that's what got him whacked.

These the suspects?

Ah, no, that is Trent's family.

Think you need a homicide refresher, mate.

It's always the family, right?

Uh... uh...

Right, who is the psycho with the 25-page rap sheet?

That is Gavin Lathan,

Trent Latham's brother and business partner...

and I doubt that he has the nuance to pull this off.

Gavin Latham, look at the mug!

♪ Psycho Killer ♪

♪ Qu'est-ce que c'est ♪

♪ Fa-fa, fa-fa, fa-fa, fa-fa, fa, fa ♪

♪ You better run, run, run, run ♪

♪ Run, run, run away ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh! ♪

♪ Hi, ya, ya, ya! ♪♪

Then the guitar comes in. Ooh, yeah. I'll have a hoon on that. Thank you.

Cath dropped off your lunch, too.

- I don't want that now. - It's your lunch.

- I don't want it now. - She dropped it off.

- Can you please put it... - Alright, so psycho killer did it.

He killed his brother, so let's get him in for questioning ASAP.

I want to get this thing wrapped up in record-o time-o.

Alright! Fly, my piggies! Fly, fly, fly!

I've got an autopsy to get to.

Um, ah, the autopsy hasn't been confirmed yet, Detective.

Mm! Um, yeah, it has.

They, ah, they called me direct.

Right, well, I'll accompany you, then.

Mmm!

No, no, you're right, Sarge.

You've probably got a stolen wheelbarrow to find or something.

Big cop's in town now. Alright, Big Eyes!

Come with me. I need a driver.

- Um... - Come on!

- Keep me updated. - Yes, ma'am.

Sorry, ma'am.

Dulce, Kevin the seal is back on the foreshore.

So who would I delegate that to, would you say?

I can take that, Sven. That would be an absolute honour.

Wonderful. 'Cause I have to book the detective into the Bush Wolf.

Like, this close to Feastival, it's the only accommodation available.

It's $400 a night!

Good. That's good.

Can we turn off the jazz, please?

I said off...

So, time of death was between 3 and 4am.

No foreign DNA on the body.

No fabric fibres, ergo, it's been thoroughly cleaned.

The victim has sustained some superficial cuts and bruising

consistent with a fist-fight prior to TOD.

It's, ah, 'time of death', yeah?

Toxicology report is pending, but stomach contents reveal

his last meal was approximately 10 hours before death,

roughly 800g of steak.

Steak? Nothing else?

Nein. Just the rib-eye.

Minor blunt object trauma to the underside of the skull.

Bruising and a small cut,

and I retrieved this shard of pink ceramic from the wound.

Don't worry, it'll get tested.

Now, ah...

I know what you're thinking, Detective, but...

...that wound is actually far too shallow to kill him.

- I didn't think it did, mate. - It's entirely superficial.

- Got it. - Couldn't have killed him.

- Uh-huh. - Too shallow.

So the actual cause of death, Detective Inspector, is...

Strangulation.

There's conjunctival, petechial haemorrhaging, facial oedema,

and the lacerations on the neck

suggest garrotting with some kind of wire, OK?

See ya.

Ooh!

So close, Detective.

So close, but there's actually a little...

...little detail that you missed.

Evans strangled her, boiled her,

then, over the next month, this loving father ate his wife.

Oh, my God.

Ugh, have you met that fuckin' Forensic Pathologist?

- Yeah. - He's a fuckin' bell-end, honestly.

What an insufferable cunt!

Right, come on. I need to get to the widow.

Oh, God.

is Adelaide always this cold?

I don't know, ma'am. I've never been to Adelaide.

Yes, I understand how a warrant works, Phil.

But if I'm requesting a warrant for your camera,

then I may as well write up the illegal number of craypots

Jimmy had on your boat last night and...

Yeah, that'd be incredibly helpful, thank you, Phil.

Just drop the tapes at the station.

Why can't we use the leaf blower, Gez?

Because it's on the charge, sweetpea.

Dulcie, Kevin's blocking the bridge again.

The Feastival lantern parade goes over here tomorrow night.

What do you expect everyone to do? Just...

Oh, just step over him, like they're scissoring an aquatic turd?

Get your gun.

- What? No. - Get your gun!

I'm not gonna get my gun, Aleyna.

We can just lure him off with some food.

Oh, no we can't, because your wife won't let us.

OK, then we shoo him away like we did last time.

Come on, shoo, Kevin!

- Shhh! - Piss off, Kevin!

Off you pop!

Oh, if I had been allowed to just put him down after Rod Dixon died,

this wouldn't be happening right now.

Well, you know Mike Nugent.

He was still on the force when Rod's body was found.

He said Rod's nose and lips were chewed off

and his tongue was totally gone.

He's a monster.

Sorry, what are you two on about?

Kevin, Dulcie.

After Mayor Dixon drowned in that boat accident,

his body washed up onto the beach and Kevin ate his dead face off.

Sorry, Mayor Dixon's body was found on the beach, too?

Yes. And it's like I said in the pest control WhatsApp,

when those things get a taste for our blood, we become their prey.

Kevin will kill one day, Dulcie.

And if it happens at my lantern parade,

and he eats a lesbian from the mainland, that's on you.

Hey, sexy!

You're not feeding Kevin, are you? It just encourages him.

Hi, Aleyna! How's your head?

I feel like I've been in a washing machine.

I should not be driving!

You ready to go, my love?

Yeah. Yep.

Is it in?

What's going on around here? North Pole hard rubbish?

It's for the Deadloch Winter Feastival. It's a month of food, art...

- Is this us? - Yes.

Hey, ma'am, would you mind if I joined you?

Unless you usually work alone.

No. I, er, don't. Didn't.

- Suit yourself, Aggie. - It's Abby. Thank you.

- I'm actually a huge true crime junkie. - Don't talk.

OK.

She sounds like a wood-chipper.

Doctor-Mayor Rahme prescribed her tranquilisers.

No worries.

I'll just have a little chat with you until she wakes up.

So, um, remind me again.

What'd you lot get up to on Friday night?

We, um, ate dinner, and then everyone went to bed at 11pm.

And what was it th... that you all had for dinner again?

Uh, tuna mornay.

Really? Tuna mornay.

Cream of the sea.

That's solid. That is...

That's a good hard table. Is that oak, is it?

It's Anko.

Oak veneer.

What happened there?

Uh, I kicked that hole.

With my schoolbag.

What about this? What's this, Doug?

- Uh, I'm Dolph. - Don't lie to me.

I'm not.

Oops.

Sorry about that. I'm a bit of a butter-fingers Barry today.

I should get back to funeral preparations.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Quick one.

Um...

what was your Mum and Uncle Gavin's relationship like?

Good. Close. Normal.

Close to normal.

So I was thinking this paddock here could be for regenerative farming.

We just need 400 ducks.

Cath, would a seal eat human flesh?

Is this about euthanising Kevin?

I've told Aleyna, Kevin is not a man-eater. He eats fish.

And squid, and sausages from the public barbecue.

Are you with me, love?

Yeah, sorry, love. I am. I am... I am here...

in this paddock...

with the burnt sheep skull.

Yeah, well obviously this place needs some work,

but if we don't move fast, it's going to go to

some cashed-up climate migrant from the mainland.

Just doesn't buying now reduce our 10-year plan by roughly 10 years?

I am not turning 50 in a house without a permanent compost system.

It's barbaric.

I know you don't like change, Dulce,

but it's time that we just start thinking about our forever-Deadloch-home

to match our forever-Deadloch-life.

A place where we can...

grow old and die.

Oh gosh, I'm sorry. Sorry.

Ah, so sorry, Cath. I do have to take this.

No probs, I'll just measure out the dimensions of the Dog Motel.

Constable.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but quick question.

Can you interview a minor if their guardian is unconscious?

Ah, no, you cannot.

OK, and what about collecting evidence? Do you need a warrant for that?

Did the detective collect evidence without a warrant?

- Maybe. - Unbelievable.

Sorry, this is all my fault, somehow.

Has she been to the crime scene? Did she mention boats? The tide?

Um, we haven't been,

because she didn't want to "freeze her nips off on a beach

"when she already knows it's the psycho killer brother Gavin." Her words.

- Right, Big Eyes! - I gotta go. I'll report back.

Sorry, love. That was...

Is that the detective? What's he like? Is he a dick-swinger?

Yeah.

Yep, you could say that.

Oh, I'm glad he's arrived, 'cause I need you to help me

reinvigorate the worm farm tomorrow.

I'll have to show you the septic tank another time. We'll be late.

- For what? - Choir!

I need grub. What's the pub situation in this town?

Um, the Bush Wolf is a gastro-pub.

Oh, I wouldn't be putting that on a business card.

No, where does our mate Gavin go?

The Devil's Doorbell, but we don't..

- They do parmas? - Yes, ma'am.

Good! I'm hungrier than a bum in a G-string.

I actually grew up in Deadloch.

The town used to be all abalone fishing, old-growth logging,

getting pregnant and going through with it.

But since Ms Rahme became Mayor five years ago, it's changed heaps.

We've got an arthouse cinema, smart bins.

Also, the community's gotten so much cooler.

We're full of gay people now.

Hi, Sharelle, how's it going?

OK.

What's the deal with that forensic pathologist?

Oh, um, he's actually my...

Silver spoon wedged so far down his throat

it was coming out his arsehole like a little tail.

Lingua amputo.

No need for the Latin, mate.

You're not a botanist on the First fuckin' Fleet.

I'm goin' for a piss.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I love myself ♪ ♪ Do, do, doo ♪

♪ I want you to love me ♪

♪ When I feel down ♪ ♪ Do, do, doo ♪

♪ I want you above me ♪

♪ I search myself ♪ ♪ Do, do, doo ♪

♪ I want you to find me ♪

♪ I forget myself ♪

♪ I want you to remind me ♪ ♪ Doo, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪

♪ I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about you ♪

♪ I touch myself ♪

♪ Oh, I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no...

I want you

I don't want anybody else

And when I think about you

I touch myself

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

♪ La! ♪

Sorry, honey, I've got a bit of a headache.

I'm just gonna walk home. But you stay. I'll be fine.

- Yeah. OK, sexy. - OK.

I just... I haven't nailed the orgasm break yet.

- Right. OK, I love you. - Love you.

OK. And good luck with that, um, with the orgasm.

♪ Oh, I don't want ♪ ♪ I touch myself ♪

♪ Anybody else ♪ ♪ I touch myself ♪

♪ I touch myself ♪ ♪ When I think about you ♪

♪ I touch myself! ♪♪

- Yep? - Another schooner.

You know Gavin Latham?

Looks like a cross between a bulldog and a hammer.

Yeah. A bit.

A bit?

Well, I had a kid with him.

- Oh, yeah? - He's a cunt.

Well, if you see him, tell him I want a word.

Um, yeah. So, I'm working again.

I'm on a case in Tasmania.

Fuck me.

Uh... But yeah, once it's done, I'll be back up north.

Fuck! You little fucker!

Um... Not you, Holly. Ah...

Yeah, I'll probably be back this weekend.

You know, come over for a barbie.

Bring a bag of chops, yeah? Like old times.

Well, not exactly like old times, but...

Yeah.

Alright! Toorah.

- Detective. - Oh, fuck!

Can I have a word, please?

Detective, I believe that there's a chance

that you're wrong about Gavin Latham killing his brother.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

I've become well acquainted with Gavin over the last five years

and I question whether he's capable of doing this.

For instance, there was no evidence at the scene,

no footprints, no DNA, nothing that would indicate that anything...

- This... has no door. - What?

- Go in there. Sit down. - In...

I um...

Ah...

Whoever killed Trent was careful and... and considered. Intelligent.

Oh, bullshit. Gavin's a suss cunt

and that widow's story's got more holes in it than a swinger's party.

They're banging.

You know, from here

I get a full view of you doing your business. A full view.

- What about the tongue, Detective? - What?

Lingua amputo. His tongue was missing.

Ohh! Is that what that means?

I thought it was a bit of this.

La, la, la, la, la, la...

- No. - What's that?

That... That is cunnilingus.

Oh, well, Trent probably bit it off when he was being strangled.

You know, pound for pound,

the human jaw is stronger than a chimp's jaw.

Read that on the back of a panty liner once. Look, sorry...

this has really disturbed me.

Is this toilet just decorative?

Do rich people not shit?

- What's this? - It's a case file.

Five years ago, Deadloch's Mayor, Rod Dixon,

washed up dead on the same beach as Trent Latham.

His tongue was also missing.

- There are no photos. - Exactly.

And according to this, it was a boating accident,

he was fully clothed and his tongue was eaten by a seal.

Jesus, what?

But the lack of photos shows that protocol clearly wasn't followed,

so I am questioning the validity of the police ruling on that.

And I'm questioning why I'm standing in a haunted perve room

being shown a big bunch of nothing.

Look with all due respect, Detective, I think that this is much bigger...

With all due respect? Why do you give a shit, mate?

I give a sh... I...

care deeply, mate,

because you are investigating the wrong person

and you are underestimating whoever did kill Trent.

I believe that this is bigger than one death.

I think that there is... a connection between these two deaths,

and someone... the killer, is still out there.

Oh, the killer! Listen, I get it.

You must be bored shitless

- writing parking tickets in this Arctic pisshole of a town... - That is not it.

I am very fulfilled in this place, and in my job.

But I am running this case, not you,

and tomorrow morning, I'm booking Gavin Latham.

- That's not right. - Oh, I agree.

I should be asleep. In my bed, in Darwin.

Not chit-chatting to Sergeant Horse Hair next to a fuckin' invisible bathroom.

Now let yourself out.

I am not touching that door again. It is fucking cooked.

Commissioner Hastings.

Yeah, do you have a minute?

Collins, sir. With two Ls.

Ma'am, Phil McGangus just dropped off

- the security camera footage from his trawler. - Mm-hm.

Maybe I'm more intimidating than I thought.

- Watch it, tell me if you spot anything. - OK.

Have you seen the pest control WhatsApp?

Well, Kevin's back on the foreshore

and Aleyna wants you to go down there with a taser.

- Now, we have... - Senior Sergeant!

I just got off a phone call with Commissioner What's-his-dick.

You'll never guess who's working the case with me now!

Well, I spoke to the Commissioner this morning

and he agreed with me that I should stay on the...

That you should fuck all of my cavities till I'm one big hole?

That I should continue to work the case...

Big Eyes! Where's the brother? I want to talk to him now.

He's not returning any of our phone calls, ma'am.

Yeah, of course he's not.

He's a fuckin' murderer, not your fuckin' nan.

You, drag that dick-nut in here. We're charging him. Oh!

You cannot arrest a person without evidence, Detective.

Get the stick out of your arse!

There's no need for you to ride my dick this hard.

I'm not going to be in town long enough for us to, you know, bump titties.

Sorry to break it to you, but by midday today,

you're gonna be back babysitting that walrus.

- It's a seal. - Detective?

Yes.

I was just looking at the boat footage

and I think there's something maybe you should see. Maybe?

Oh, bum, I've gone too far.

- I'll rewind. - Mm-hm.

What are we doing here, guys?

Lack of liver mortis on the body

suggests that Trent was moved after death,

and his position on the sand

suggests the killer knew the high tide times

and used that to wash away evidence from the body.

So Gavin dragged the body to the beach for a little bath. Who cares?

No, no. Forensics combed the foreshore. It wasn't disturbed.

I don't think that the killer got there by land.

I think they transported Trent to the beach by boat

to avoid detection.

It's like I said last night, Detective. This killer is smart.

Did ya? I wasn't listening.

Abby! Do you need to get to your wedding dress fitting?

I can stay.

No, it is OK. I do know how to use a computer, Constable.

Don't... Oh.

OK.

- That is already plugged in. - Oh fuck!

- Just press that! - No, I am. I was going to.

- Just press that! - I am using the mouse to do that.

OK.

Whose fuckin' ute's that?

Gavin's. And that's the Pro-Bro boat.

- What, the sloop on the left? - No, the one on the other side.

Who's this A-frame motherfucker?

That's Trent.

- What time is it? - Ah, 22:56.

Oh, well, he should be at home

eating tuna mornay and banging his missus.

Well, I am fuckin' shocked.

I need to drag that widow in.

Ooh, he's not a happy chappy, is he?

There's something on that phone.

- Oh, it just went in the water. - Who cares?

We're about to get front-row seats to a fuckin' murder!

♪ Here we go, here we go, here we go! ♪

Can you just not...

♪ Here we go, here we go, here we go! ♪♪

Oh.

What is that?

It is two seagulls copulating.

Well, give them some privacy! Fuckin' fast-forward!

- That is not the button. - What does it?

- Don't. You have to... - What does it? What does the thing?

Like that.

OK.

Well.

Looks like our brothers took a little trip together.

Wonder what happened next, Sarge.

That was forensics.

The shard from Trent's head wound matches a plate at the Latham's.

Oh, the plate that you stole.

The evidence that I collected

that shows the whole thing started that night at their joint.

Oh, my God, you guys, I just saw a leafy sea dragon!

- And what about Trent's phone, Sven? - I can't see it.

But, then, I always knew that Maldives scuba course would pay off,

and I fucked the instructor!

This is a fuckin' waste of time.

Forget the phone. We need to go and arrest this dickshit now.

Well we need evidence for any charges to stick, Detective.

Legally acquired evidence.

Sven, get back down there and keep looking!

Alright, but, honestly, I think you guys should get in here.

The ocean flora at Lutruwita is just stunning. It's stunning!

Oi! I want a word with you.

Tell your cop mates to stop harassing me.

I already told them I haven't seen Gavin since he came into the Doorbell,

flopped his dick on the bar and left.

- When? - Yesterday.

Oh, that rat-fucker's up and bailed, hasn't he?

He still owes me six weeks of fuckin' child support!

Oi, Cirque du Soleil, we need to get to Gavin's joint now.

I got it!

Got Trent's phone.

Trent's last message is from Gavin.

It says, "I want you, Vanessa.'“

- There's a photo, too. - What is it?

- What am I looking at here? - Hang on, I'm pulling over.

- What am I looking at here? - Wait.

What is that?

Oh, OK. Well that, um... that's Gavin's...

...penis. Um...

It was accidentally sent to Trent's phone.

That was sent just before the fight.

Ha! So I was right.

Gavin and Vanessa are bumping fuglies.

Senior Sergeant Collins,

we cannot locate Vanessa and Dolph Latham.

I repeat, we cannot locate Vanessa and Dolph Latham.

Yeah, no shit, mate.

They're on a fuckin' discount flight to Bali with Gavin.

You know, this is why you probably didn't make a very good detective, mate.

You know, you just can't go the extra mile like I can.

Hold on! Oi!

This is black gold, mate.

All units, keep a lookout for Gavin Latham,

wanted in relation to the death of Trent Latham.

Priors for family violence, aggravated assault,

stalking and public urination.

Approach with caution. Approach... This is mine!

Also... Also guys, g'day,

keep a lookout for accomplices to the murder.

Ah, Vanessa Latham, approximately five-two, four-eight. Blonde. Tits.

- And Dolphin Latham. - Dolph! Dolph Latham.

Dolph Latham. And how old's he, 10?

He is seven... He's 17.

That's better. Should we put on some music, baby?

- Ooh yes, Taylor Swift... - I got it, I got it, I got it.

Mm? Yeah? Smooth?

- Yeah, smooth. - Yeah?

Definitely no phone, Dulce.

Lots of nangs, though.

Dulce?

Dulcie?

So, my old school did a production of Rent in Year 9

and I played this guy called Roger.

He was like a drug addict and had AIDS and depression...

Tombo, I know we've only been friends for, like, five minutes,

but can I give you some feedback?

Enough with the musical theatre talk.

Keep your interests to yourself, yeah?

I don't bang on about being the best footballer in Lutruwita, do I?

- Yes, you do. - All the time.

Did Aunty Fay ground you?

Yeah, but she's not home now.

She's doing the Acknowledgement of Country for that opening thing,

which I'm a bit shocked about, given how much she swore last year.

- What are you doing? - I'm looking for my earring.

I lost it here the other night.

Unless I left it...

Is that the Pro-Bro boat?

Where are they going?

You can take that in more. That's just bloat.

- Vanessa! - What?

- Sorry, babe, I'll be right back. - Uh...

- Gavin, open... - Oh, fuck! Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Ugh... That was open.

Oi! This way!

No, Detective, this way! We go this way.

Oh!

- Put your hands up! - I'm not doin' nothin'!

Oh, fuck!

- Where's Gavin? - This is my copper wire!

I don't care, Jimmy. Where's Gavin?

I don't know! I haven't seen him since yesterday night.

Detectives!

I think I've spotted Vanessa Latham.

She's headed to the Feastival opening.

- Tail her, Aggie. Tail her! - Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Sorry.

Sorry, police! Excuse me, police!

♪ When I feel down ♪ ♪ Do, do, doo ♪

I want you above me

♪ I search myself ♪ ♪ Do, do, doo ♪

♪ I want you to find me ♪

♪ I forget myself ♪

♪ I want you to remind me ♪

♪ I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ When I think about you ♪

♪ I touch myself ♪

♪ Oh, I don't want anybody else ♪

♪ Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no ♪

♪ You're the one ♪

♪ Who makes me come running ♪ ♪ Makes me come ♪

♪ You're the sun who makes me shine ♪ ♪ Makes me shi-i-i-i-ine ♪

♪ When you're around, I'm always laughing ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha! ♪ ♪ I wanna make you mine ♪

♪ I close my eyes

♪ And see you before me...

Vanessa's headed towards the beach,

past the Feastival stage!

What are you doing?

Th... There are people on the road!

We're cops! Put your fuckin' thing on!

- OK, fine. Fine. - Fuck.

♪ When I think about you I touch myself ♪♪

OK.

Now I'd like to invite local Palawa woman, Fay Hampson,

to perform the Welcome to Country.

Actually, Mayor Rahme, this is not a Welcome to Country.

It's an Acknowledgement of Country.

I'm not welcoming any of you.

Coming through!

Hi Dulce! How'd you go with choir?

Well, enjoy your food and culture festival.

I mean, it's no oldest-culture-on-earth,

but those lanterns are some fun bit of bullshit, aren't they?

OK, bye, then.

She went that way!

- Follow us! - Yes, ma'am!

Abby! Who was that woman with Dulcie?

The detective?

He's a woman?

- Where the fuck is she? - Dulcie!

Are you working on the case and didn't tell me?

Oh, Cath, I'm in pursuit!

And you lied to me about the detective. Why did you lie to me about her?

Vanessa! Stop right there!

Frig off! This is a memorial!

Just let us memorialise Trent in peace!

- Oh! - What the fuck is this?

It's Gavin!

Gavin, no!

Everybody, get back!

Good girl. Good girl.

Detective.

Fuck my arse!

Lingua amputo.