All language subtitles for Mr And Mrs Murder s01e10 Little Boxes.eng

You're one of us now.
You can run, but you can't hide.

Look at that thing.
It's amazing.

My mum gives us an esky
and your dad gives us this.

- We could live in it.
- Well, I love your mum's esky.

- Do you?
- Mm-hm.

OK, shall we open our present?

- Uh-huh.
- Let's go.

- Come on.
- Hold up.

- What was that?
- Kids.

- Can we go inside?
- Yeah.

- Alright, you ready? One...
- Two. Three.

Shh. Shh. It's OK.
It's OK. It's OK.

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- Hello.
- Hi.

Appreciate you taking this one.

I know it's a long way
from home.

No. No, we enjoyed the drive.

- Mm. Oxy-gum?
- Oh, no thanks.

You can breathe
for two hours under water.

Come on in.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Victim was a good friend
of Richard Nailor,

bigwig investor
and multi-millionaire.

Richard Nailor
from the Barcelona Olympics?

Two silvers in clay target
shooting Richard Nailor?

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.

When who found him?

Nailor's son and fiance,
Ben and Sarah.

They were christening the box,
so to speak.

Nailor 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?

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.

Oh, there was a big party at
the Nailors' 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 had been a lot
of break-ins

to the boxes along here
over the past month.

Local kids, we think.
The door had been jimmied.

So you think that James
surprised a thief?

Well, whoever it was panicked,

grabbed a spear gun,
which was here, and whack.

What do you steal
from a beach box?

CDs, iPod, shell knick-knacks,
driftwood artefacts...

Beachy stuff.

- Just down there, wasn't it?
- Yeah.

Do you remember what I was
wearing when you proposed?

Yes, I do. It was a red-checked
swimsuit one piece.

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

Don't know. Don't remember.

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 had been any other time,
I wouldn't have asked you.

Then we spent the day
looking for a time capsule.

Yes, we did. Yes. I thought
it would be a 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.

Is that Renee Geyer?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

It's curious. All this wax.

Well, candles.
You've 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 Nailor's son
be in his 20s?

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's side-stepping

the most obvious suspect,
you know?

He owns the box,
he owns the spear gun,

and he's got medals
in marksmanship.

By all means,
make yourself at home.

- Oh.
- Oh.

I'm Richard Nailor.
This is my son, Ben.

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

We're so sorry
about what happened here.

We know 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?
Um, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

No, we can take it back
to what it was.

We need to resand the
floorboards and perhaps restain.

- 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 here a few weeks ago
when we were doing renovations.

- She really knows her stuff.
- Good.

- We'll do that.
- That's good advice. Thank you.

- We'll leave you to it.
- Thanks.

- Nice to meet you.
- 'Bye.

'Bye. Bye-bye.

Did you see him
checking out the CD player?

- Richard?
- Yeah.

No. No, I didn't see that.

Maybe we do need some advice
on these floorboards.

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

When isn't it?

Oh, hi. Can you tell us
where we'd find Lola?

- Just...
- Thank you.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No. No, I apologise.

I'm so sorry. Stupid.
Idiot. Sorry.

Um, Lola?

- Yeah, that's right. Yeah.
- Oh, hi. Hi. I'm Nicola.

- This is my husband, Charlie.
- Hello. Hello. Nice place.

- Oh, thank you.
- Excuse me, darling.

We're working with the police

on restoring
the Nailor beach box

and Richard suggested we should chat
to you about any heritage fix-ups.

Yes, absolutely.
Richard said you might call in.

Oh, great.

This is Sarah, Ben's fiancee.

Oh, we met him this morning.

- Congratulations on the engagement.
- Thanks.

Kids, wasn't it, breaking in?

Oh, I really couldn't say.

It's been happening so much
lately. But to kill someone...

Did they find his phone?
James's phone?

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

Why don't you grab a coffee?

- We won't be too long here.
- Yeah, OK.

- 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?

- Mm, born and bred.
- Oh.

We were wondering
if you might be able

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

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

Yeah, I can do that
a bit later on when I knock off.

Great. Yeah, thank you.

Now, Lola, that parchment in
the cabinet just round the corner there, that's not the original, is it?

Is it? Oh, my God.
That is... That's amazing.

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

He wrote hundreds
of letters to her.

OK. Hang on.
Let me work this out.

This is the 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...
it was called the 'Xenophon'.

You're a rarity, an Australian
that knows something

about Australian history.

Just enough to get me
into trouble.

This is the Nailor mansion,
alright.

Yeah.

Think it's strange that Sarah
asked about James's phone?

Mm-hm.

Wonder who that guy was
they were talking to.

OK, plan. Toilet distraction.

- Charlie?
- Hm?

Where are you?
What are you thinking about?

Oh, Matthew Flinders. Just
thinking about Matthew Flinders.

Mm.

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

What do you think?

No.

Don't like it?

- 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. We wondered if we might
be able to use your facilities.

Oh, of course.

Oh, thank you.

- After you, darling.
- Ooh, it's lovely.

Thank you.

Um, well, we're renovating
the downstairs bathroom.

So upstairs, through
the guest bedroom to the right.

Oh, right. Thank you.
Won't be long.

Can I offer you something?
Tea? Coffee? Beer?

No. No, thank you. I wouldn't
want to put you to any bother.

- Oh, it's no bother.
- Really?

A sandwich would be lovely.

Well, it's...
It's been a tough few days.

Well, that's perfectly
understandable.

Are you seeing anybody?

Counselling can often help you

when you've lost somebody
who'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...

That's a beautiful picture,
isn't it? Where was that taken?

- Is that Rye? Silver Sands?
- Yeah, I think.

From the glint on the water,

it was taken during
the summer equinox.

I can tell... I can tell that.
That's a good picture.

- Is your wife alright?
- Hm?

Well, she's been up there
for a while.

Oh. Yeah. Yeah, she has a bit.
Yeah, she's not very well.

She has 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... I should
check how she is, actually.

You stay here,
finish the sandwich,

which, by the way,
is looking delicious.

- OK. I'll go.
- Alright.

Fizzy!

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.

- Didn't lick it, did you?
- What have you got?

Family knows its way
around a spear gun.

Yvette.

- Is everything OK?
- Mm-hm. Yes. Yes, certainly.

Yes. Charlie and I were busy
admiring your manchester.

We have very similar
pillowcases.

They're beautiful, Yvette.

Your husband told me
about your condition.

I have a fabulous
gastroenterologist

I could recommend.

Oh, sorry. I'm expecting a call.

Hello?

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.

- Doesn't mean they're involved.
- This time it does.

So that's the thing.

Someone just wanted to make it
look like 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 a ruptured appendix.

- What?
- You're a bit sun-kissed, Nic.

Am I?

I've got some pawpaw
in my glove box.

Yeah, yeah. We've got plenty of
pawpaw in the van, thank you.

Alright, so Richard's
the natural suspect, isn't he?

He finds out about the affair

and decides to spear gun
the lover.

Yeah, but what about Yvette?

She could've been spurned by a younger
lover and killed him in a fit of passion.

- I'm with Charlie on this one.
- 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 I'm afraid I'm going
to have to disagree with you.

Richard strikes me
as a devoted father.

Why 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 up
the groundwork for that.

This is all your fault.

You're the reason
they're gonna grill him.

- Just stay away from me.
- Please wait.

Let me explain. Ben, come back!

No, we're going
to the police station.

- Hi.
- Hello. Hi.

We were just going to ask

about photographs
of the beach box.

We want to make sure everything's
back in... you know, exactly as it was before.

No. No, please.

- Really?
- It's fine, yeah. Come on in.

You sure? We just need
a couple of photos.

That would make the job
a little bit easier for us.

We should...

You'll have to forgive my son.

He's... You know,
this whole business...

Thank you very much.

OK, 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.

Ben'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... 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... We just stopped
seeing each other and I...

I didn't mean
for this to happen.

I don't think
that anybody does.

James...

James made me feel
sexy and alive.

You know, I just...
I didn't even 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 the most to me
in the world,

and I just... I've never...

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?
- Oh.

- What have I done?
- Oh...

What have I done?

Oh.

- Sorry. This is so silly.
- No.

You probably need
to be getting home.

Well, we have
the photographs that...

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

Put them over here.

Um...

here you go.

- Oh, perfect. Thank you.
- Thank you very much indeed.

And in return,
may I please take this?

Oh, of course.

Thank you.

Everybody in that photograph
is toasting the happy couple,

except for Richard.

Now, I'm no expert
in social etiquette

but I would've thought
that was a no-no.

Maybe he's got a problem
with Ben. Could be Sarah.

- Ben's the one with the temper.
- Maybe.

I can't believe you actually
met Richard Nailor.

- Did he kill somebody?
- Maybe.

- No.
- Good. I like him.

Well, at first I thought
he was passing judgement.

And then I thought...
You tell me.

- What's wrong with that picture?
- Well, he's not...

Aside from the fact
he's not toasting.

- He's wearing loafers.
- Exactly.

And the lady wins a cigar.

What?

Loafers, no socks,
with a dinner suit.

Does dressing badly
make you a murderer?

- You said book club was at 8:00.
- Yeah.

Janine broke up
with her ex-boyfriend again.

She didn't want to rant
in front of everyone,

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

- Mm.
- Sorry.

Betrayal, duplicity, greed,

a furnace of secrets and lies.

An inane, morally corrupt,
misogynistic,

bourgeois, 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 bastards
should be shot.

It's an espionage novel, Janine.

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

I've read a few in my time.

Read a few, eh, Alan?

One or two.

In an age where
we can direct a smart bomb

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.

Creaming 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. 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.

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

- Really? Oh.
- Yeah. What are you doing?

I'm just testing out
a theory, darling.

- Come in. Come in. Come in.
- Just a second.

I was testing a theory.
You know, it's really complicated.

Yeah?

It's really complicated firing
a spear gun. Look, I'll show you.

You've got 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.

Then you hook it round
the anterior pin, like so.

I think you're right.

I don't think
Richard Nailor killed James.

- Because?
- Remember when you met him?

Offered to shake his hand
and he avoided it?

- Yeah?
- OK.

He didn't toast the happy couple
at the party

and 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.

- There are no laces to tie.
- That's right.

There's no way he could have
loaded, aimed and fired this.

Oh, sweetie, that's fantastic.
I've got to get back in there.

Yeah, yeah. I'm right behind
you, darling. Right behind you.

- OK.
- I'll just unload.

Sorry, darling.

Glass of watermelon juice,
darling?

Sorry about almost killing you.

Mm.

Maybe that's what happened
to James Langlan,

a dodgy spear gun
went off by accident?

- Could be.
- Mm.

Though someone still had to
load the gun, didn't they,

and load it for a reason?

Sure.

Armed robbery to get an iPod and
some bric-a-bracndoesn't sound likely, though, does it?

No. 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 in my time
capsule aren't worth anything, but they're of enormous value to me.

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

Maybe whoever it was was trying to
protect the contents of the beach box.

Well, it's Richard Nailor's box.

But, I mean,
he wouldn't protect it.

- Not with a spear gun, anyway.
- 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.

An autograph.

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

Me too, darling.

Just act like you're a fan and
you really want his autograph.

I am a fan. I do want
his autograph.

Great. Work with that.

- Richard, hello.
- Hello.

Now's not a good time.
I'm just on my way out.

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 Nailor. Hi.
So nice to meet you.

Can I just say,
your work is pioneering.

The way you've integrated
sustainability

into your investment structure,
your melding GDP's growth...

Yeah, long story short,
could you sign her book?

- Yes, if you'd be so kind.
- Yeah, of course.

It's 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.

I could drop one to your aunt
and uncle at the box.

- How would that be?
- Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you.

- OK. Pleasure to meet you.
- 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.

Now, what's orange
and goes inside a capsule?

I don't know. What? Sorry.
I thought you were telling a joke.

- Oh. Let's mind meld.
- Yeah.

- Vitamin C.
- Pollen.

- Antibiotic.
- Marigold.

Turmeric.

Turmeric? Turmeric.
That could be it.

Turmeric is very much
the spice du jour at the moment

in clinical trials
for the treatment

of inflammatory
and autoimmune diseases -

lupus, MS, rheumatoid arthritis.

That would explain the
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.

- Yes.
- No.

- Jess, you stand guard.
- No, no, no.

Anyone comes,
make a noise like an owl.

Make it loud this time, 'cause
last time we couldn't hear you.

Alright. I've been through
bedrooms, bathrooms, fridges.

- Nothing medication wise.
- Great.

- Did you check the bathrooms?
- Yes, darling.

- And looked at the fridge?
- Yes. What have you done?

I've looked through
the filing cabinet and...

- Well...
- Darling, how did you go?

- No luck.
- That only leaves this.

- Oh, it's locked.
- Oh.

Let's see.

Oh!

Ah. Although...
Hang on just one moment.

- Well spotted.
- Could be.

Oh, well done.

There we go. Look.

Look, right there in the middle
of the label - 'Richard Nailor'.

All the proof we need.

- Oh, Charlie.
- Just a bit lower, sweetie.

No, sweetie. We're in trouble.

- Oh, what?
- Big trouble.

Jess. Jess.

Your owl is inaudible.
It was inaudible.

If we're on the news,
I hope they pixelate our faces.

We'll be OK.
Peter will look after us.

He'll look after you
and make sure I go to the chair.

You're free. Your boss
has vouched for you.

He's a good man.
I've always said that.

Yeah, maybe some
professional courtesy

and give us the heads up
next time, OK?

We'll do that. Thank you
very much. Thank you.

Are you out of your minds?

If that was a cop I wouldn't
have been able to do anything.

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

On the plus side, we've been
able to prove conclusively that Richard Nailor didn't kill James.

Richard has a debilitating
disease. He can't move his arm.

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

Well, if he did have
a debilitating disease

discounting him as a suspect,
why wouldn't he say so?

Because
he's THE Richard Nailor.

If he sneezes, the stock market
catches a cold.

If the markets heard
there would be pandemonium.

Alright, I'll speak to him.
You stay out of his house.

Absolutely.
No more house-breaking.

So you've proved that
Richard Nailor didn't do it.

So who do you reckon did it?

Well, his son, Ben,
has quite a temper,

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

But you'd have
to be really sick

to deliberately
take your fiancee

to discover a body
like that so...

Well, 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. Stephen.
- Hi.

Doing a great job in here.
Really nice.

I was a friend of James.
Good friend.

Um, can we help you
with anything, Stephen?

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

No, you're fine.

Was that odd?

Yeah.

Isn't that the dude
from the cafe?

Yeah. He was with
the fiancee, Sarah.

- Yeah, that's right. Yeah.
- Is he a suspect?

Well, I got me a hunch
he's our guy.

- Why do you say that?
- His eyes are funny.

Jess, eyes, no matter
how amusing they are,

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, haven't they?

Yeah, yeah. Richard said
they did everything.

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

What's that?

Oh, wow.

- Hello.
- Hello.

James's 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, no. No, no.
That's fine.

I came down to the box.
You'd already gone.

- Oh, well.
- Right.

We didn't realise that James
was living in the box. Did you?

No. No, I didn't.

We thought that was odd
'cause, you know, he's in IT.

It's pretty lucrative,
a lot of money around.

You see, James and Stephen
used to have a business together,

but James lost everything
when the business went under.

- He was completely broke.
- Right.

Sorry, I've just got to...

Oh, sure. Sure.

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

Yeah, sure. No, that would
be very handy.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

- Great.
- That's lovely. Thanks. Cheers.

There we are. That's good.
That's handy, isn't it?

Oh, so Bees-Wax
was the name of the business

that Stephen and James
had together.

It was a website

for insiders to trade gossip
and rumours anonymously

about the business world.

OK, here we go. James Langlan
was suing Stephen Rowe.

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

So Stephen Rowe
is starting up again

using the same principle,
but under a different name,

and without James Langlan.

But 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.

- You sure you don't want this?
- Oh, no, thanks.

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

Mm, yeah. Spot on.
Rheumatoid arthritis.

I mean, it took a bit,
but he finally admitted it.

There's no way he'd be able
to manage that spear gun.

He can't even open his wallet.

- Oh, thanks, no.
- No? Alright.

I'd better get back. Oh.

- Pawpaw.
- Oh.

- For your... Got to get back.
- OK.

- See you.
- 'Bye.

What if Stephen was looking for
something specific that night,

something to help him
in his court case?

OK, what have we got?

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

And James's phone.

Remember Sarah asked
about James's phone?

Maybe that's what
this is all about.

Oh, yeah.

But if there was something incriminating
on it, wouldn't he have just destroyed it?

Surely, and 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 would be either
halfway to Tasmania

or washed up on those rocks
over there

that have formed
that small groyne.

Small groyne?

Sweetie, we don't know where
the phone was thrown from

or even 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.

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 you
and tells you where it is.

- Yeah.
- Is this it?

So it's not impossible?

A halo 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?

Worked for Telstra.

Now, this probably won't work
and I might have...

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

Oh, you were
totally a Navy SEAL.

- Can you go into photos?
- Mm-hm.

OK, Alan. Dollar signs.
Yeah, follow the money. Yeah.

- Oh, dear. Oh, no.
- Oh, good God.

- Jess, go and brush your teeth.
- I'm 22.

Sweetie.

- You can't unsee that.
- No.

Wait a minute. Is that...

- Is that Stephen and Sarah?
- Yes.

Well, now we know
who's got a motive

for destroying the phone.

OK, OK, OK.
You just need to calm down.

I'll come and see you as soon
as I'm done here. Alright?

Alright, Sarah?

Look, I'll call you back.

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

Is everything alright, Lola?

The police have taken Sarah in
for questioning.

- Oh.
- Why would they do that?

Well, maybe they found out about
her relationship with Stephen.

- Why would you say that?
- You know, you hear things.

Yeah, it's a small town.
You know, people chat to us.

Well, that's what got her
into this mess.

James was blackmailing her.

He had photos of her
and Stephen.

He was going
to send them to Ben.

She'd already given him 5,000
but he wanted more.

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

Do you know when she told
Stephen?

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.

Yeah.

Will do. Great, thanks. 'Bye.

OK, Peter's pulling Stephen in
for a chat.

Uh-huh. Good. That's great.

Looks like we might
have our man.

Time capsule?

You know, I carved my initials
on this hunk of wood

and I buried it
about four paces from it.

If I can find that phone,

I reckon I could find
a biscuit tin.

Mm. In all fairness,
Jess found the phone.

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

Yeah.

- Charlie?
- Honey.

- Sweetie.
- Charlie!

Charlie!

Stephen?

He's not breathing.

- Call the ambulance.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- OK, easy.
- Stephen?

- Stephen!
- Oh, no.

He's OK. It's going to be OK.

This is my fault.
This is all my fault.

I told Ben that Stephen and I
were having an affair

and I shouldn't have said
anything to anyone.

It's just that Stephen
was freaking out

about James being killed

and so I told him yesterday
about James blackmailing me.

You know, he was freaking out,
he was so angry,

and then I just thought
I should tell Ben, you know,

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

I don't know
what I was thinking.

- How could you do this?
- Oh, what, Sarah?

You tried to kill him.
Did you try to kill James too?

- You don't get to ask me that.
- Ben Nailor?

Would you mind accompanying us to the
station to answer a few questions?

Oh, it's incredible. Thank you.

And we added a piece
of driftwood that we found.

We saw in the photographs
you had something like that.

It must have been stolen.

I'm afraid that 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.

Oh, and how is Richard?

Oh, 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've 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.
- Oh.

There's a few that we have
at the house, but I'll post them.

Oh, no, no, no.
Just keep them as a memento.

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

That's alright.

Mm. Mm.

Yes.

Thank you.

Well, sweetie, what say we get
out of here, go down the beach?

I didn't bring
my red-check swimsuit.

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

And bingo was his name.

- Ooh!
- Nic!

Ooh, look. Look, look, look.

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

- Look at that. Look at that.
- Oh.

You see, that alone
would be enough for me.

I don't even have to open it.
No. Bury it again.

- Open it.
- I can't.

I'm paralysed with excitement.

I can't believe...

Oh, here it goes.
I'm opening it up.

Oh.

- Oh, gosh.
- Dolly.

Yeah. That was my sister's.
Just wanted to say that.

My gosh, look at that. $1.
That's the original $1.

- Know how much that's worth now?
- No.

That would be worth about,
I reckon, $4, maybe $5,

if it was in better condition.

Ooh, look. Look, look.
Look, look, look.

That's my father
and my sister and myself

and we're wearing
matching outfits...

- Look at you.
- ..that my mother made.

- Isn't that nice?
- Charlie?

Where is that?

Lola told us
that Stephen found out

about James's 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.

Mm.

I thought Jess
would be fascinated

with the contents
of my time capsule.

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

Oh. 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.

I'm very disappointed in her.
I'm very disappointed.

You know, it's that other box
that I'm worried about.

You know, if your girlfriend,
Lola, is right about the dates,

then was Sarah lying to protect
herself or Stephen ...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, Aunty Nic.
- Oh, goodnight, 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.

OK. You know, you shouldn't
sell your uncle short.

He's... He's really
quite spellbinding.

Yeah.

Astonishing, isn't it?

This simple canoe hewn from
a single piece of cuttlefish.

- Mm.
- Look at that carving.

- I was eight when I carved that.
- Really?

Yeah, if I'd stuck at it,
we could be running

a million-dollar
scrimshaw business by now

with you as its queen.

Mm.

That's it.

- What?
- The carving.

The night they broke
into the beach box

they were going
to steal something,

but they weren't going
to steal James's phone.

They were going to steal the
carving, that carved driftwood.

Come on, darling.
Come on, darling.

Where are those photos
that Yvette gave us?

Ooh. Um, I put them
in a special spot.

Special spot. Yes, yes, yes.
We agreed. The box.

No, no. That special spot.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
You're right. OK.

- Now, we need the driftwood.
- Driftwood?

The driftwood
with the carving on it.

- Is that it? That's not it.
- No.

Oh, there it is. There it is.
OK. Can you read that?

- It's small.
- Can I read that?

What does that say?

Um, 'B'. 'V'. 'D'.

BVD Ann. BVD Ann?

- 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's wife, whom 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.

Now, that's interesting.

So this piece of driftwood here,
this is from Matthew Flinders's ship, the 'Investigator'.

I mean, he actually
carved those words.

That beach box has been in
the Nailor 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 renovation.

She'd have seen it and used the
recent burglaries as a cover.

So she goes looking for
the driftwood, she finds James...

Or maybe James surprised her.

You know, she left the party
thinking the coast was clear.

She didn't know that
James was living there.

- She knew how desperate he was.
- Lola's our guy.

- Have a lovely day.
- Thank you. Thanks.

- Come again.
- Thank 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,
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 cleaners
have been telling you...

I'm afraid you do. We found
the artefact 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.

Miss Atkins, I suggest
you tell your lawyer

to meet us at the station.

Tickets to 'Vanilla Sky'.

- First date.
- Mm-hm.

The hankie you used to
wipe the lipstick off my cheek

when we kissed
after that lecture.

I can't believe you kept that.

And this is that gorgeous watch
you gave me for my birthday

that I accidentally
dropped in the bath.

Actually, we could probably
get Alan to fix that.

Yeah.

OK. Well, that's it, isn't it?

- And this.
- Yeah, the...

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.

Good idea. I'm going to forget
a lot by the time I'm 80.

I'll have lived a life.
I'm going to drink it to the lees.

I'm going to be full. Gosh.

Well, that's something
to remember.

Yeah. Think we should
visit Lola in jail?

No, sweetie, no.

- It would be very lonely.
- Too soon.

- She might...
- Not funny.

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