All language subtitles for Frayed S02E01 1080p WEB H264-WHOSNEXT (1)_track3_[eng]

[Chris] I heard you
were never coming back.

You were living in London,
married to an English guy.

Oh, he's dead.

You officially now
have absolutely nothing.

-[object clatters]
-Hello, Mum.

We have
an Uncle Jim, apparently.

You fucked off
and left me alone.

What a dickhead.

Terry, these are Jean's
grandkids from England,

-Welcome to Australia.
-Put those guns down.

-Relax, they're not loaded.
-[gun fires]

[Sammy] You know, I had no
idea you actually lived here.

Right, cause it's so fucking
pathetic that someone'd

be back living at home
with their mom at our age.

-Suck shit.
-Is that...?

-That's the lighter I gave you.
-Yeah.

-Ow!
-Oh!

I have a seatbelt
in my butthole.

You have to get that
bitch out of there

before she steals everything

right out from under your nose.

I am quitting,
and I'm fucking out of here.

-What's Sammy going back to?
-Who gives a shit?

I know where you were.

Abby you don't have to go.

We know what you do to her.

-Abby, Abby.
-I hate you!

You need to put down
that rifle.

[Tess] Abby!

[somber music]

[Sammy whispers]

What the hell are you doing?

This is my house, you rat!
You stole it!

I told you last time
that if you ever came

onto my property again,
I would call the police.

Call the police. I'll tell
them about how you lied to me

and told me I
had to sell everything

to cover my dead husband's debts

just so you could get
your filthy hands on my house!

Wow, that's a boring story!

I mean,
you could tell the police,

but I doubt they'd
be able to stay awake

because it's such
a boring story.

I can barely afford
to feed my kids.

Oh, this is getting tragic,

but not in an interesting way.

Everything I did
was legal, Simone.

-My name is Sammy.
-Yes, of course it is.

-Simone.
-Sammy!

Much as I adore to find you
in my garden

like some demented Australian
gnome, it's time to go.

-It's over, Simone. You lost.
-[Sammy gasps]

It's only just started,
'cause guess what?

I've been interviewing
lawyers.

I'll see you in court.

Nobody will believe you.

Now get off my property.

-No.
-Fine.

Time for
a restraining order, then.

Fine. I'm not doing
anything wrong.

Last chance,
get off my property.

No, I'll do whatever
the fuck I want.

You just kicked
my pot plant!

Yeah, I did.

Don't kick my pot plant!

It's my pot plant.

I'll take a shit in it
if I want to.

I'm calling the police.

You really think the police
are gonna come around

to your posh little
fucking house to remove me?

Do you have any idea
how busy the police are?

[police chatter on radio]

You know, I genuinely thought
you guys would be super busy.

Why aren't you out arresting
murderers and pedophiles?

Because we're busy
arresting you

for shitting in this
gentleman's pot plant.

It's my pot plant.

And that's my house.
He stole my life.

Well, perhaps we should
arrest him too, then. [giggles]

[blows whistle]
Stop! It's a house thief.

-You'll never catch me.
-[men laugh]

Bang! Bang!

Oh. [grunts]

Sir, I shot the house
thief in the head.

[men laugh]

The fuck is going on?

Right, that's trespassing,
intimidation, and harassment.

We'll escort her
out of the area.

[Rufus] Thanks so much,
officers.

I'm so relieved this is over.

Thanks for keeping
my family safe.

Oh you've got
to be fucking kidding.

[upbeat music]

[woman coughs]

[woman]
Sammy Cooper.

[deep, wheezy breath]

[telephone rings]

So, it's nice to meet you.

I, uh, read your letter.

It was so... long.

Thank you.

I've had a preliminary look
at your situation.

This Rufus Frenshaw is a partner
at Hawtrey and Whitfield.

-Yeah, that's him.
-Yeah.

They're the biggest firm
in London.

England. Britain.

Western Europe.

Love it.
David and Goliath.

What? No.

I wouldn't usually say this,

but you genuinely
have no chance.

-But I'm right.
-Oh, well, if you're right,

then the courts
will be very interested.

-Really?
-No.

You're not going to get your
house back or anything back.

These guys are untouchable.

Besides, I'm more about
challenging local authorities

over disability payments
and helping asylum seekers.

Yeah, but this is important.

Look, I can't afford a lawyer.

I'm simply not
earning enough money

working in automotive
exhaust management.

I don't think
that's a job title.

I used to be someone.

The room I used
to store my shoes in

was bigger than this office.

What a charming anecdote.

I don't think I can help you.

No, but if I was in a wheelchair
or fleeing a civil war,

-then you could help.
-Yes.

Well, that's just political
correctness gone mad.

Look, have a private word
with this Rufus.

You know, see if you can come
to some sort of agreement.

I can't, he hit me
with a restraining order

for being in the driveway.

They can't put a restraining
order on you for that.

I was gonna take
a shit in a pot plant.

I see.

It's my pot plant.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

That's it, the meeting's over?

I have clients waiting,
clients in need.

Fine.

I get that my case
isn't sexy enough.

My pigeon's toe's
coming off.

But I have been robbed,

and nobody has the grit nor
the spunk to take on my case.

So if what you do
is represent the poor,

the needy, the suffering,

Les Misérables who
no one else will care about,

then I assure you
I'd fit right in.

Good day.

[upbeat music]

Okay, Bo. Now, even though
the light has turned green,

we are still going
to check both ways.

Okay, remembering that we
are gonna be conscientious

and courteous
at all times, okay?

Conscientious and courteous.

[car squeals by]

Hey, watch where you're going,
you fucking asshole.

[man] Go and fuck yourself,
Jim.

-You idiot!
-You cunt!

Hey!

Language, please.

-Sorry.
-Let's not forget Bo,

we are both representatives
of my driving institution.

All right, now,
let's take a right here,

checking wing mirrors, please.

And always keep
an eye out for cops.

[objects clank]

[water runs]

Come on, Fairbank,
you've got this.

You've got this.

Fuck, fuck, shit.

Oh, goddamn it.

[dryer blows]

Aww, fuck.

Damn it.

[water runs]

Oh, for god--

Come on!

Ah, Detective Fairbank.

Superintendent.
Chief Inspector.

You better have
some news for me.

Uh, well, the, um,
the investigation is ongoing.

So, uh, so...

Terry Harris remains
a missing person.

A missing person would've
turned up by now, Fairbank.

Terry's been gone
for nearly six months.

We're getting a lot of heat.

Yeah, I saw Terry's wife's
interview with the Tribune.

We brought you in from Melbourne

because you have
a perfect record.

But so far we've seen nothing.

All right, this is
not accidental death.

There's no indication that
he's gone missing voluntarily.

As for suicide--

We're all familiar
with Terry's case file.

He had six months
paid leave for PTSD.

That's a big red flag.

That incident
was eight years ago.

There was no diagnosis
of depression,

there was no relapse.

This is not a suicide.

We're going
with this conclusion.

Well, it's
the wrong conclusion.

I've heard enough.
I want this closed now

so we can direct resources
at more urgent matters.

Oh, great. So, what,
that's, that's it, is it?

I just have to hand in
my gun and my badge.

This is a fucking outrage!

You don't have to hand in
your gun and your badge.

Seriously, you don't have to.

You'll need them both
in your daily work.

[clears throat]

You want my expertise?

There was no suicide note.

He didn't get
his affairs in order.

For God's sake,
he just booked a holiday

to the Tuncurrry
Lakeside Village.

His family deserves the truth,
not what's convenient.

Just give me one more week.

[high-tempo music]

-All right, one week.
-Two weeks.

No, one. One's good.

Are we including the bank
holiday weekend in that, or is--

No, it's-it's fine. It's-it's
plenty, actually. All right.

I will find out
what happened to Terry Harris.

I won't let you down.

[car screeches]

Jesus Christ, Bo,
what have I told you

about checking
your side mirrors?

You have to check
them constantly!

What if a cyclist
was overtaking us?

Do you understand
you could've killed someone?

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, okay?

My sweet Bo.

I didn't mean to yell at you.

It's okay.
Just a bit hurtful.

All right, listen,

when you're ready,
you just check your mirrors

and just ease off slowly.

[Bo] You heard
from Lenny?

Yeah, they've called
a couple of times.

I really miss Lenny.

He was cool.

Wow, you really
are a loser, Bo.

Just checking wing mirrors,
constantly, please.

Yeah, I miss him too.

House is so fucking
quiet, you know.

It's a silence
I just can't fill.

So, I drill a hole in the wall

or play my guitar, or listen
to some Acca Dacca.

You like Acca Dacca, Bo?

No, I like avant garde jazz.

I've never heard of 'em.

Christ, life's funny,
isn't it?

Just watch your speed.

You know, I mean, you try
and nurture relationships,

find someone to love,
build a business empire.

The truth is,
we're all gonna die alone.

[slow-tempo music]

Oi, Jim!

Hey, Jim!
Jim, where are you going?

Bev?

Jim.

You're...

Why didn't you tell me that...?

You made it very clear
it was over between us.

Yeah, but I didn't...
Bev is it, is it...?

[bus passengers shouting]

Sit down, will you?
Just sit down.

[slow-tempo music]

[driver] Get out of the way,
you fucking moron!

Oh, hi, Bo.
Don't worry, I'll go around.

[upbeat music]

-[door slams]
-Hi, Fairbank.

What's wrong?

They want to redirect resources
at more urgent matters.

What?
What does that mean?

They wanna shut down the case!

No, no, it's all right.

You don't have to hand
in your gun and your--

Oh, okay.
So, what did you say?

I-I told them,

"No fucking way,
you pack of dickheads!"

-Did you say that?
-Yep.

And I said, "Look, I-I might
just be a country boy--"

I thought you were
from Melbourne.

Outskirts. But I said, "I am
not having this case closed,

not until I get the truth."

Oh, shit!
What did they say?

They were like, "Whoa, Fairbank,
your passion's intense!

-Just calm down."
-I bet!

Do you know why
we became cops, Emily?

Because we like guns
and telling people off?

Because we believe in justice.

And we're gonna find Terry

if it's the last
goddamn thing we do.

[upbeat music]

[Laghari]
Sammy? Sammy!

Sammy!
Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!

Mrs. Laghari!
There you are!

I've been trying
to chase you down for days.

I wanted to let you know
I've asked my boss

for an advance on my pay.

Ah, good, so you
will pay this week.

No, because my boss said no.

But I did ask,
and I wanted you to know that.

Is my English not good,

or did you just say
what I think you said?

It's very difficult
for us to know.

Look, I've just had
a bunch of bills come in,

and-and my kids
want new clothes.

You know, apparently
charity shop clothes

smell of dead people.

We will have
to get a new tenant.

No, no, no, no!

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, fancy purse.

Here, take this
in the meantime.

It's all I've got--
32 pounds.

Okay, but this
is merely tributary.

Wow. Someone's
English has improved.

[blows kisses]

Uh, yeah, I have actually
been to see a lawyer,

but, uh...
she wouldn't take me on

because I'm not
an amputee from a gulag.

[scoffs]

Oh, God, I'm-I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.

Why did you
have that amputated?

Eww. Uh, look, the thing is,
I saw that you do legal aid,

and I just wondered if I
could come in and talk to you.

Oh, my god, that's--
that's so great.

No, that's brilliant.
I, uh...

Sorry, I'm just
trying to find a pen.

Just give me a second.

Um, yeah, sorry,
I'm gonna have to call you back.

[rock music]

Abby.

Abby, I found it.

[gunshot]

[girl screams]

[girl shouts]

[girls giggle]

[girls chatter]

[rock music]

Hey, Abby,
well done on Tuesday.

-Woman of the match, eh?
-Thanks.

[Kharen]
So, Abby, how are you?

I'm okay, I guess.
I don't know.

[Kharen] You're a very,
very strong woman.

What you and your mother
have gone through

is truly horrific,
a waking nightmare.

-You can never wake up--
-Yeah, I'm just trying

to put the past behind me,
you know, and keep going.

Yes, which is why
some of your teachers

have expressed concerns,
starting with your grades.

Abby, you've topped
maths, English,

history, Japanese,
and woodwork.

That's why I'm here?

Abby, you don't have
to be the tough guy.

Like the Fonz...
or Vinnie Barbarino.

You don't have to push down
all your feelings of sadness.

Look, it's just hard to talk

'cause no one
really understands

what I've been through,
yeah?

Exactly, and that's
what this space is for.

This is a place for you
to just let it all out.

Cry, scream, dance.

Anything's possible in here.

This is a safe space.

I don't know. Um...

people treat me differently.

Oh, I bet.

There goes the girl
with the dead dad.

-He's missing.
-Shit, missing. Sorry.

Look, it's not
just that, it's--

Everywhere I go,
everyone I talk to,

even the way
people look at me,

they're just
all so sorry for me.

Small towns.
They're toxic.

Everyone with their beaks
in everyone's business.

You know, I had to
move here from Kempsey

when my husband Rodrey
came out.

I do keep thinking about
something, and I feel so bad

for wanting it, you know,
because of my mum.

-Because you're gay.
-No.

I want to go
to boarding school.

Oh, I really thought you
were going to say you're gay.

Whenever a kid tells me they're
gay, it starts like that--

Look, my grades
must be good enough

to get a scholarship
to one of those

really good schools in Sydney.

You know, I could start again
and I could get away--

Get away from...?

[Abby sighs] I don't know,
the... pain and guilt.

Guilt because you're gay?

No, I just, I wasn't...

I wasn't
a good enough daughter...

you know, for my dad
to stay, so...

Okay, well, I-I think
that moving to Sydney

could be an option
for you to explore.

Yeah, I know.
It's just Mum.

I feel bad for leaving her.

[bell ringing]

Well, I think this
is has been terrific,

and next time we might explore

singing our questions
and answers.

Sure.

[jazzy music]

Fiona? Fiona!

[Fiona grunting]
Yeah, what?

-What are you doing down there?
-I dropped my pencil.

All right,
it's on any minute.

Oh, god, I think
I'm going to be sick.

The idea this will lead
to a gambling pandemic

is ridiculous.

This is a highly
regulated industry.

[Interviewer] Surely you
can see how gaming lounges

that are open 24 hours a day

are a source of great
concern to community leaders.

You think people can't be
trusted to regulate themselves?

You have a very
low opinion of people.

Ha! Pow! You see that?

Looks like you got
bacon in your teeth.

Shit!

I believe people should
be treated like adults.

They don't need the government
to babysit them.

[Interviewer] Who could possibly
need to gamble at 2 a.m.?

I gather you'd like
to be the person

who makes that decision.

Ha ha! What do
you think of that?

Yeah, very exciting.

Fucking got him.

Yeah, you were
just like Atticus Finch.

Mate, these bleeding-heart
liberals, you know?

They want better houses and
better hospitals and schools,

but where do you think that
money's coming from, huh?

-Where?
-A tiered taxation system?

Don't be a smart-ass.

I've got another interview.

Gonna have to start getting
a positive spin on this.

-[zips fly]
-Win hearts and minds.

Yep, look, I'm not coming back.

Make sure you lock up
on the way out.

Oh, yeah, uh, Ruth called.

She wanted to know
if you'd signed the papers.

You can tell that insane bitch

that she's got shit
for fucking brains

if she thinks I'm gonna sign
that punitive settlement.

"Shit for fucking bra--" I'm
never gonna remember all this.

Don't actually tell her that,
you imbecile.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

[telephone ringing]

-Sorry!
-Ow.

I thought he was
out for the day.

I should get back to work.

-You gonna shoot someone?
-Oh, I wish.

You see the article
in the Tribune?

The one with
the massive picture of you

with the caption
"systemic incompetence"?

Yes, that one.

Top brass want to close
the Terry Harris case.

Look, just 'cause they
made you hand in your gun

and your badge doesn't mean--

No, I-I didn't have to.

They're panicking and they want
to conclude probable suicide,

but I know he
didn't kill himself.

Maybe they'll never find Terry,
like Picnic at Hanging Rock.

Hey, don't say that!

I've questioned everyone,

everyone that he ever arrested,

every woman he ever
slept with, nothing.

You've got no idea
how frustrating it is

for a detective to
keep hitting dead ends.

Someone must know something.

Small towns
are full of secrets.

Everyone has enemies.

How do you know
so much about--

Oh, Murder She Wrote, yeah.

Cabot Cove would be a fucking
nightmare to live in.

If I were you,
I'd start a corkboard

with a picture of
Terry at the center

and lines going all over
the place to suspects and shit.

And put some pins in a map.

Any map,
doesn't matter which map.

Thank you,
for having faith in me.

Oh, no, I don't.

You appear to be genuinely
struggling with this case.

I'd better get back to work.

Go kill some bad guys.

Actually, I've always believed
that community policing is--

Shh.
Kill them.

[wind rustling]

[door creaking]

What did I say
about getting in contact?

-What if somebody found this?
-[Lenny] That was private!

That letter could
land us all in jail,

and I'll tell you
something, Leonard,

you're not gonna
fare well in prison.

-I can look after myself.
-Oh, yes, the inmates will be

terrified of your petite hands
and your cupid's bow lips!

Do not do this again,
all right?

That letter directly
links us to...

-Terry's...
-What, Mum, murder?

Let's just focus on
moving forward, okay?

Where the hell
have you been?

-Nowhere.
-You've been smoking!

-So?
-It's bad for you!

Life is bad for you!

Oh, my god,
don't do this to me, Tess.

You're the easy one.
Lenny's the moody prick.

-Shut up.
-See?

I mean, I know it's
a defense mechanism, but--

Well, maybe I'm tired
of being the easy one.

Look, I get it.
I know that you're both angry.

I know, okay.
Things are shit, I admit that.

This flat, my job--

-That rat.
-What? Fuck!

Christ.

All right, things are shit, yes,

but things are going
to get better, all right?

I'm going to get the house back,
and we will be happy again.

Why can't we just go
back to Grandmum's house?

-Yeah.
-We could just tell the truth.

Anything would be
better than this.

I'm not having this conversation

with you again,
Lenny, all right?

I can't keep you safe in jail.

But he won't go to jail.
It was an accident!

Honey, it's too late.

All right, we're all
in too deep now.

Maybe I should go to prison.

No, Terry was a piece of shit.

But I killed him, Mum.

No, I know.
Listen, honey,

you've just got to draw
a line under it, you know?

You've got to put
the past where it belongs,

-in the past.
-I'm not like you, I can't!

Neither can I!

You're both
gonna have to learn.

All right, we are not going
back, and that is final.

All right,
and you, young lady,

are gonna hand over
those cigarettes now.

Come on!

That's it.

I am going for a walk,

and I am going to dispose
of these cigarettes

-in a public garbage bin.
-You're going to smoke them.

No, I'm not, smarty pants.
I also need your lighter

because I'm also gonna put that
in a public garbage bin,

to keep you safe.

I'm going to need
some chewing gum as well,

or any other breath
fresheners that you might have

because I had
a very garlicky lunch.

All going in the bin,
all of it.

It's a really nice school.

[laughing] Thank you.

Our debating team
just made the nationals,

-so the kids are pretty jazzed.
-Oh, yeah?

-Did your school compete?
-Yes.

They were disqualified
for profanity and spitting.

So I've read your résumé.

It's certainly a short read.

Yeah, I thought
I'd keep it brief.

And you've only worked
at the one school?

Uh, yeah.

Well, can you tell me a bit
more about yourself?

What are you like?
What are your hobbies?

Well, I like Lynyrd Skynyrd
and The Kinks.

I have no idea what that is,

but it sounds like
you're talking about

types of hosepipe, eh?

[Dan chuckling nervously]

I mean, I used to be
a pretty good surfer.

Hang on, you're not...

Are you Dan Atkins
as in Dan Atkins?

You're one of the best
surfers gone round!

Oh, you've seen me surf?

Oh, me? No, I'm way too young,

but my dad used
to rave about you.

Your dad?

How old are ya?

I'll be 30 and a half
in October.

Dad's gonna be so excited
when I tell him I met you.

Wait, so why'd you
become a P.E. teacher?

Why didn't you go pro?

Ah, you know,
some things happen.

You know, plans derail.

Yeah, right, like what?

I, um,
I did some time in jail.

So, long time ago.

Oh, okay.

Why, depending on
what it was for...?

Well, the first
time was for drugs,

and then for theft.

Theft.

And, uh, assaulting
a police officer.

And illegal possession
of a firearm.

Okay, I know the drill.

It's just,
the parents at this school

wouldn't be too happy
about a teacher

who has past felonies.

-It's, you know, forget it.
-I'm sorry, it's...

Hey, you couldn't...

Sign something for my dad?

I think he'd really love that.

-Sure.
-Thank you.

Thank you!

[door slamming]

Just every time
I try and get a better job

at a nicer school, better pay,

same fucking thing happens.

It's prison, always comes up.

I think it's hot
you've been to jail.

It follows me everywhere.

I'll never be rid of it.

You don't need
a new job at a new school.

I love seeing you
every day at work

and coming home
to you every evening

and then spending
every weekend together.

Wow, yeah, we really
do that, don't we?

Hey, are you home for dinner?

I'm making quiche, it's Princess
Fergie's favorite recipe.

-Yes, sounds good.
-Oh, the home called.

Your mum tried
to bust out again.

She snuck out with another
family as they were leaving.

Ah, shit!

She's like Steve McQueen.

They caught her
in the car park.

I'll visit her
after touch 40 training.

Danny, you've done
the right thing.

She couldn't look after herself.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But she hates it
there, you know,

and she stood by me
when my life turned to shit.

She'll get used to it,

and it's so nice not having
to screw in the caravan anymore.

Doing it in the bed feels
like we're a proper couple,

and I can get a much better
position with my pelvis now.

You know, my knees
are supported.

You know, I can get right--

I really gotta,
I really gotta go.

All right.

-Good training.
-Yep.

I just thought this place needed

a more sophisticated
and tasteful touch.

It's a shirtless man
holding a baby.

Well, I'd like to have
some input

into how our house looks,

unless you just want
to have your surfing pictures

and Pink Floyd
posters everywhere.

No. No, that's okay.

You're right.
I'll take this stuff to charity

-when I get back.
-Thank you.

-Later.
-Bye.

[floor creaking]

[rat squeaking]

-[loud thudding]
-[rat squeaking]

Fuck, yes!
Sick shit.

[sirens blaring]

Hannah?

I hope you don't mind me
dropping by so late.

It's a bit weird.

I-I just wanted
to check in person

if your situation really was
as dire as you made out.

-Do you want to come up?
-Not really.

I-I read something I think
you might be interested in.

Rufus's firm is being
investigated by the CPS.

-What's that?
-Crown Prosecution Service.

Allegations of tax fraud.

They're saying
it's the tip of the iceberg.

It is big news.
It was in the FT.

I think people just say
Financial Times.

I'm going to make some
phone calls in the morning,

but I think this could be
very good news for you.

So, you're gonna help me?

Why'd you change your mind?

It was something
about what you said,

it really moved me.

The bit about shitting
in the pot plant.

No, it was that big
weird speech you made.

I know what it's like
to get treated like dirt

by men like Rufus Fenshaw.

I remember men like him at
Oxford. They were so entitled.

I had to work two jobs
just to afford--

That's so great.

Okay, then.
Oh, one more thing.

I will need
total transparency.

I can't go in to fight for you

and have any nasty little
surprises waiting for me,

so if there's anything
you think I need to know,

any previous convictions,
any past crimes or misdemeanors?

[grunting] Golly.

I don't think I have
any terrible dark secrets

-I need to hide.

["The Stroke" by Billy Squier]

No, not off
the top of my head.

♪ Stroke me, stroke me ♪

♪ Could be a winner boy,
you move mighty well ♪

♪ Stroke me, stroke me ♪

Hi!

What are you doing?

Starting a corkboard.

Yay!

No, for the Terry Harris
investigation.

Oh, bum.

We are re-interviewing
everyone.

We'll start
with the inner circle.

If that fails,
we'll widen the circle.

Bash that again.

Bloody hell,
that'll take ages.

I know something
happened to Terry.

I know it deep in my balls.

Shit, are you
thinking homicide?

I don't know, Emily,
but I do know this.

Most homicides... committed
by someone close to the victim.

-What?
-Mm-hm.

Fuck, imagine if my sister
tried to kill me.

I'd grab something sharp,
like a pen,

and stab her in the eye.

If I couldn't find a pen,

I would push thumbs
through her eye sockets.

Ooh, difficult, though.
I mean, she's still my sister.

Let's get started.

Hey, we should start up
a corkboard for our team.

I've got some nice snaps from
the Anzac Day Sausage Sizzle.

[dramatic rock music]

[horn honking]

[faint classical music]

[Chris] Sandy.

Hello, Chris.

Thanks for organizing
this piece.

It's no trouble.
I owe you anyway.

So people are losing
their fucking minds

over these gaming lounges.

Yes, anyone would
think you'd introduced

brothels for toddlers.

People don't understand
that I'm, you know,

getting this town
back on its feet.

Oh, don't worry about it.

We'll do you a nice big piece

and, you know, we can
turn this thing around.

Good, you know, 'cause
the election isn't far off

and this backlash has been--

People are bored.

Terry Harris kept them
entertained for a little while,

but they've lost interest.

Any word on that?

-[banging]
-Hey, give me that.

The police are incompetent.

That new cop they brought up
from Melbourne, he's useless.

Oh. Saw you had your job.

Thank you.

[loud clacking]

I'm good with my hands.

[server scoffs]

-How's Ruth?
-We're getting divorced.

Wade's in Sydney
in boarding school.

It's rather nice
having the place to myself.

[chuckling] I bet.

I think we should
begin this interview.

Okay.

-Hey, Jim, what ya doing?
-I am, uh...

fixing the car.
I want to make it look nice.

Then I'm gonna
drive over to Bev's

and ask her to marry me.

What? Jim.

She's pregnant, Mum.

Oh, okay.

How far along is she?

About...

about that far.

Yeah, don't make
any assumptions.

That baby could be mine.

Yeah, it could also be many,
many, many other men's.

You retract that statement!

You broke up
with her a while ago.

Yeah, but if that baby is mine,
I need to be there.

Jim, she tricked Sammy
into selling everything!

Yeah, I know, Mum!

I know she fucked Sammy
and the kids over.

I'm just... I'm tired
of being alone, Mum.

All I've ever wanted
is a family.

You've got a family.

Yeah, but ours
is a bit fucked.

I'm gonna, you know,
start a new one.

-Right.
-Hello.

Wonder what they want.

It's probably fallout
from the article in the Tribune.

Just stay away from Bev!

-But, Mum--
-She's not to be trusted.

And I told you,
no alcohol in the house.

Yes, and I observed that
to the letter.

This is only a beer.

Mum!

We cannot afford to fuck up.

-Either of us.
-Okay.

Can I just finish that one?

It's the last one!

-[knocking on window]
-[television drones]

Fairbank, Emily.

Mrs. Harris,
uh, can we speak to you?

I've already told you everything
I know multiple times.

I understand your frustration.

I saw your interview
with the Tribune.

If Terry could see this
investigation, he'd be appalled.

Mrs. Harris, my bosses
want to close this case

as a probable suicide.

Terry would never do that.

I don't believe
it's a suicide either.

If I could just speak to you,

we may have missed something.

All right, what do
you want to ask?

Uh, well, I once asked you if,

to your knowledge,
anyone had ever wanted to...

to hurt Terry or if anyone
had ever threatened him.

I've already answered that.

Yes, and it seemed odd to me
that there wasn't one person.

That's your question?

Yes, everyone
has at least someone

who doesn't like them,
and Terry's a cop.

People hate us.

Yesterday, someone
threw a hubcap at me.

They had to pull over,
get the jack out of the boot--

Surely there's someone.

-No one would dare.
-What do you mean by that?

I mean, Terry was an officer who
commanded respect from everyone.

That's something
you could learn.

Now, unless you have something
new to tell me, we're done.

Okay, well, um, thank you
for your time, Mrs. Harris.

-And if you--
-[door slamming]

[rock music playing]

Oh, nice car!

Oh, thanks.

It was, uh... Dad's baby.

You're fixing it up for him?

-Who, Dad?
-Yeah.

Oh, no, mate,
he's not with us anymore.

Oh, I am sorry.

-Jim.
-Oh, hey, Mum, thanks.

[chewing loudly]

What do you reckon,
Fairbank?

I don't know.

There's just something
about the way

that they talk about Terry.

They always talk about how much
everyone respected him.

Yeah, right, like,

Terry would never put up
with that nonsense.

Yeah, exactly.

"No one would dare."

It's really sweet.
I mean, they love him so much.

I think Mrs. Harris
sounded a bit afraid.

Apparently,
Terry had a temper.

You know, some of the guys
at the station

said they really saw him lose
it a few times with suspects.

Yeah, right. This one
time he screamed at me

for losing my gun
near a preschool.

Went mental.

I don't think
that's a great example,

but it does sound like there
were some anger issues.

[Jim speaking indistinctly]

How crazy is it
that that's two missing people

living next door to each other?

Huh?

The Coopers
and the Harrises.

What, who's gone missing
from the Coopers?

Uh, duh!
You're not from here!

Mr. Cooper went missing,
like, 25 years ago.

My dad knew him from the pub.

Apparently there were
big search parties.

Everyone out
on their fishing boats.

They never found the body.

Are you shitting me?

["You're the Voice"
by John Farnham]

[Lenny] Dear Abby,
how are you?

I don't even know
if I'll send this letter.

Maybe I won't.

I wish you could write back,

but if Mum found out,
she'd go crazy.

Well, more crazy
than she already is.

Tess has gone nuts.

She smokes now and writes poems
on funeral notices

and sets fire to them.

♪ Turn the pages over ♪

I still get beaten up
at school all the time.

It's weird not having Bo
to hide with in the toilets.

Have you seen Bo around?

I never thought I'd say this,
but I miss Newcastle.

I miss choco bombs.

I miss walking out of
the house and getting sunburnt

and maybe getting to see you.

I miss Jim and Grandma.

I was only just
getting to know them.

Mum says that
what I did was so terrible,

we could never go back.

We have to leave it behind
and forget about it.

But I can't forget about it.

♪ You're the voice ♪

♪ Try and understand it ♪

Mum says to put the past
where it belongs, in the past.

I think she's wrong.

One moment can define
the rest of your life.

Part of me died
when I fired that gun.

It's like your dad
and I both died that day.

When you take a life,

so many other things
are taken with it.

I want to go
back to Australia.

Maybe if I do, I can get back
all the things I lost.

Back to sunburn
and choco bombs.

Back with Jim
and Grandma and Bo and you.

Back with myself.

[television drones]

-Oh.
-Hey, Mum.

You're home.

I'm so proud of you,
how you're conducting yourself.

I know your dad would
be so proud of you, too.

-You think so?
-Hm.

I know he didn't always...

Well, he loves you very much.

He just didn't know
how to show it.

Yeah, I know.

I'll tell him when
he comes back.

Things will be so different.
[sighing]

Night, Mum.

Mm, what would I do
without you?

[romantic rock music]

[distant birds chirping]

[Mrs. Aldridge] It was
in the car when I dropped it

in yesterday,
and it's not there anymore.

How much did you say
was in it, Mrs. Aldridge?

Thirty-two pounds.

Right, and it was a green--

Blue. A blue leather purse
with a gold buckle on it.

Right. And you're
absolutely certain

that you left it in the car?

Oh, how fun.

I'm being cross-examined
by a secretary

in a muffler repair shop.

I'm actually
an associate muffler repairer.

It's not a job title.

You know, we get customers
coming in and out all the time.

Someone could have just
wandered in off the street

and just helped themselves.

It actually makes me
sick to my stomach

just thinking about it.

Here's what I think.

I think it was someone
who works here.

She's probably right.

I've never had anything
like this happen, Mrs. Aldridge.

No, you haven't, have you?

You'll be hearing
from my husband.

-[car door slams]
-[engine starts]

Wow, what a fucking
terrible thing

to have happened
to that very nice lady.

-What?
-Oh, come on.

You asked me
for an advance on your pay,

then a purse gets stolen.

You think
I was born yesterday?

What?

Oh, come on! You know I wouldn't
do something like that!

-Terry!
-Terry?

Terry. Jerry.

Get your things and go.

I want you gone by the time
Mr. Aldridge comes in.

Oh, fuck!

-Mum, let me help--
-Sit down!

Sit down
and stay where you are,

and that goes for all of you.
Don't touch anything.

Oh...
Oh, God.

Where are you taking him?
What are you doing?

I don't know!
I don't know, okay?

And Mum's gonna be home soon,

and she's gonna be so mad
when she sees this.

Hey, Sammy, I need to talk
to you about something.

I've got to warn you,
it's really bad.

Hey, Jim.

[upbeat rock music]

-[groaning] This is awful.
-It's fine.

I actually think

-You take his pulse.
-I'm not touching a dead guy!

The only other support group
is for sex addicts,

and I know everyone there.

[Jim grunting]

You do that,
and I'll kill you.

All right,
I'm gonna stop saying that.

Oh, fuck me,
that is disgusting.

Talk soon. We're keeping
an eye on those two.