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All of our victims live
in Bondi. So does Real Man.

But why was he at the beach that day?

Because he's thumbing his nose at us.

So the killer keeps the victim's phones

and he uses them as bait for the next.

- You know about this?
- Yeah, it's me.

There's someone luring
people with that app.

Don will flip if he finds out.

Don doesn't want to know
a thing about any of it.

1989. The Pointers.

Secrets you know could give
answers to grieving families.

The O'Donohues were Hammer's bullyboys.

They got off on violence.
They haven't changed.

A gay man went missing the same night

that Toohey and Hammers had a
bloodied weapon taken off them.

I'd like to have it tested for DNA.

Chalmers parted with this, did he?

He thinks that it might
link to an unsolved murder.

Your brother
you think he was murdered.

Is Toohey gonna talk? 'Cause
if he talks, we'll all go down.

Who did you see killed?

Wear a wire, get Hammers to talk.

It's Toohey.

Toohey.

He was like a bloody son.

I watched that kid grow up.
I coached him in the Colts.

Yeah, I know you
two were close, boss.

Yeah, I want the prick who did it.

Yeah, yeah, we'll get him.

Who found him?

Oscar Taylor.

Oh, that mate of yours.

He's Eddy Everywhere.

I was up there taking photos.

I wanted to get that moment

when the moon looks like
it's rising out of the ocean.

Right, right. And that's when
you saw the body in the water?

No, not at first.

At first it was just
a shadow in the pool.

Tori.

Just a second, Oz.

Look, I know he's your
mate and everything,

but let him answer, don't lead him.

He's not a suspect.

Everyone's a suspect, you know that.

What have forensics got?

Clothes folded neatly over there.

They reckon from the blood on
the towel and on the ground,

that he was stabbed and then
either pushed or fell into the pool.

All right.

There was also something else
on the towel possibly semen.

So it could have been a Thrustr hook-up?

- Have you found a phone?
- Still looking.

Toohey was preparing to give
up Hammers and the O'Donohue brothers.

What are you talking about?

We think he had evidence connecting
them to assaults and murders

in the '80s and '90s.

- Why wasn't I told about this?
- I was gonna tell you, sir.

We spoke last night.

He was gonna come in this
morning, make a statement.

Fuck me.

My money is on the O'Donohue brothers.

Can we get a warrant, please?

No, let's just sit back.

We'll monitor their
chatter on the phone taps.

Any joy with the murder weapon?

Ah, uniforms are still searching.

And I spoke to the council
and asked them to hold off

picking up the garbage until we're done.

Well, can we get on with it? I don't
want to be smelling this case from here.

Has anybody got any good news?

We recovered Toohey's phone.

He made three calls last night,

all of them to his
lawyer, Simon Mawbrey.

I called Mawbrey this morning.
He's not picking up, called in sick.

I think somebody should pay him a visit.

- I'll do that.
- All right, that's it.

You two... just a word.

- Oscar Taylor.

With all due respect...

Everyone knows he frequents
the beach at all hours

with some bullshit
photographic blog or something.

Investigations are
continuing, Detective.

So for now you treat him like a witness,

not like an old mate.

Yes, sir.

And it goes without saying that
I need to have complete faith

in the integrity of every
officer under my command.

Yes, sir.

The newspaper article.

Sir?

I'm prepared to overlook
the odd lapse of judgement

and the odd investigative fuck-up.

But I will not be lied to.

And I will not be made a fool of.

That'll be all.

Toohey's post-mortem report.

Okay.

Blood splatter suggests the first
wound, the deepest one, see here,

that happened when Toohey was
lying on the towel, face-up.

And we nearly missed this.

Traces of hair. Shaved.

Is it the same hair found
at Haris's and Cohen's?

We're running a DNA
comparison. No results back yet.

- But...
- Educated guess?

They could be the same.

So the person who killed Haris
and Cohen also killed Toohey.

Assuming the DNA matches.

What about animal fur?

Nup. Nothing yet.

And we're still waiting on test
results for the semen and the blood.

It's the same killer, but the
psychology, it's totally different.

The attack on Toohey,
it's in a public place,

there's no ligatures,
there's no trophies.

It's a frenzied assault.

Yeah, it's like this one was personal.

So, whoever killed him
took him by surprise

or was someone he knew and trusted.

Yeah, like a lawyer.

Piss off!

I heard it on the news this morning.

That must have come as quite a shock.

Oh, thank you for that statement
of the bleeding obvious, Detective.

We believe you spoke
to Mr Toohey last night.

I spoke with my client quite regularly.

We also believe you
met him at Bronte Baths.

Really?

Can I ask you where you were
between 9:30 and 11:00 last night?

You can ask all you like, I'm
not gonna make any comment.

So you don't deny that you were there?

Nice try, Detective,

but I'm not confirming or
denying I was anywhere last night.

Did he talk to you about Kyle
Hampton or the O'Donohues?

Okay, I think this conversation is over.

Did he tell you he was planning
on speaking to the police?

He was going to tell us what he knew

about murders committed
by the Pointers gang.

Please leave.

You know, I would like to find
the person that killed Toohey.

I would have thought you'd
want to help with that.

I'm dismayed and devastated at
the news of my client's death.

I have nothing further to add. Goodbye.

"Dismayed and
devastated", my arse.

You think he's hiding something?

He's a lawyer. Of course
he's hiding something.

- DNA results?
- Settle, petal.

They'll get onto it,
hopefully this year.

This bloke just called in,
wants to speak to a detective.

Looks like all that publicity's
flushed out a former victim.

Looking good.

I was walking through Cardinal
Park rattling car keys.

That's a kind of signal
looking for company.

And... Ah, with the others.

And a young man stood
up, unzipped his fly.

I realised it was Brett O'Donohue.

I was shocked. I said, "What
do you think you're doing?"

I was struck down from
behind. Didn't see it coming.

They cracked my skull.

I still get headaches.

Hammers was shouting instructions.

How did you know their names?

I was a football umpire. Under-16s.

I knew their names from their jerseys.

They were gonna...

throw me off the cliff.

Hammers' girlfriend was
shouting, "Kill the fag!"

Jeremy, how did you get away?

Back then I was fit. I ran. They
came after, but I was faster.

I hid in some bushes, they ran past.

One stopped. I could see a
tattoo on his foot, a tear.

I remember wondering what
the kid was crying for.

Then they ran on.

Did you go to the police?

Yeah. But the interrogation was like
I was the one who committed a crime.

Couldn't push it, so...

gave up.

Sorry.

- How's tricks, Tommy Tomcat?
- Please leave.

You're not welcome here.

That's not nice. We're
old mates, remember?

Yeah, that friendship ended
a long time ago, I'm afraid.

Wrong answer.

Talk to us, Thomas.

It was the O'Donohue
brothers, wasn't it?

Bit of a warning. Keep your mouth shut.

All I know is that some things
are meant to stay buried.

Like what happened on those
cliffs at Cardinal Park, hey?

No...

We can protect you.

I put my trust in a higher power.

This body is just a vessel, Detective.

When my body dies, my spirit lives on.

Thomas, will you tell us what
the tear-drop tattoos mean?

I don't know.

There's gonna be nowhere to hide

when the O'Donohues find out
you ratted Brett to the cops.

No. You... you can't say that.

Then talk to us.

Or are you in a hurry to find
out where you spirit goes next?

The tatts were like a medal of honour...

for taking a life.

The first noble truth
of life is suffering.

To live, you must endure.

I can't escape the past, but...
I can't live with it either.

Trust me, Tommy won't say a thing.

And the other fuckers...
Brett's on all, mate.

He's very thorough.
Ticking them off one by one.

- What about the bitch?
- Shit.

She's gonna be trouble.

Don't worry. This will
be right up Brett's alley.

Who's the bitch?

They always had girls
hanging around. Beats me why.

Any girls in particular?

Yeah. Sally Williams.

Came in by train from the west.

- She was into footy players.
- Like Toohey.

Except Toohey played the field.

She took up with Hammers on the rebound.

Didn't last long.

The beatings must have got too much.

That'd be right.

She didn't report it,
or he wasn't charged?

Well, cops usually look
the other way for a reason.

Are you saying he was
somebody's informant?

Maybe still is.

Sally Williams.

What's this?

I'm Detective Lustigman.

I wondered if I could come
inside and have a talk?

- What about?
- Kyle Hampton.

- Who is it, Mum?
- Um, no one, Jason. Go to your room.

Uh... don't know any Kyle Hampton.

I don't think you understand.
We believe he might be looking for you.

We can protect you. We can
make sure he can't get to you.

Like he couldn't get to Toohey.

Do you know something
about Mr Toohey's death?

No. Don't know anything.

- I... I don't want anything to do
- Sally.

with the cops, I don't want
anything to do with Hammers.

I just want to live my...

Oh, Christ.

Please go.

Nick, yep, I've got eyes on a black Ute.

It's gotta be the headquarters. I
don't know who's cooking for them.

Hammers is involved...
I just don't know how.

How do you want to play it? Get a
warrant and see what they've got?

I know Peel's gagging for results,
but let's keep our powder dry.

Hammers is slippery.

I don't want him going away
for a couple of years for drugs.

I want him for murder.

Brillo. Shit.

Different name, same avatar.

He's within 200m, Nick.

Pull over.

He's got to be in one
of these apartments.

Where'd he go?

There. This one, I reckon.

50m.

30m.

This way.

Fuck!

We're police officers. You're okay.

Can you tell me, are you hurt anywhere?

- No.
- No? Okay.

Let me untie you. You're all right.

The deal was quite
straightforward. Um...

I would lie on my bed naked and
leave the front door unlocked

and he would come in
and have sex with me.

And what happened after
he arrived, Mr Andrews?

Said he wanted to tie me up.

He said that that
would make him get hard.

That's when I saw the
knife and I freaked.

He said, "It's time to die, bitch."

That's when I screamed and you saved me.

Can you describe his face?

It's just that he had a baseball
cap on pulled low and sunglasses.

I couldn't see much.

Um, what about his voice?

He was Australian, no accent.

How old would you say this man was?

Anywhere from 25 to 35.

His Thrustr name was Brillo.

Yeah.

Like 'brilliant'.

It's also a cleaning product.

Look, we'd like you to work
with one of our officers

to build up a comfit of this man's face.

Like I said, I didn't
get a good look at him.

You'll do your best.

I'd know his abs anywhere.

Great.

So we're gonna have wanted posters
of six-packs plastered all over Bondi.

- Here you go.
- What's that?

The DNA results from the Toohey murder.

The shaved hairs matched the ones
found at the other murder scenes.

That's not all.

They found evidence of two different
seminal fluids on the towel.

Toohey's DNA and an unidentified male.

Well, if it isn't Miss Marple.

I wanted to ask you how well you
know the art dealer Adrian Cohen.

Well, I know him in passing but
I know nothing about his death.

You bought this painting
from him a month ago.

I did.

It's a portrait of Christopher Toohey.

Please, I buy a lot of art.

Simon.

Listen, we believe that
Toohey's death may be connected

with the murders of other gay men.

We believe the same person
or persons might be involved.

Now, if you had nothing
to do with Toohey's death,

then we need your help,
or other men might die.

Okay.

- Okay, what?
- Toohey did call me.

And what did he want?

He told me to meet him at Bronte Baths.

I didn't know what it was about
but I just assumed it was the usual.

I'm sorry, the usual?

Well, either he'd had a fight with
that bitch of a wife of his or...

he'd had a few too many
lines and was horny as fuck.

Can't hang a man for that, can you?

And how long have you
had this arrangement?

Arrangement.

I'd prefer to call it a relationship.

- I'm sorry. Relationship?
- 15 years next March.

That's a crystal anniversary.

Although he'd never
think of it that way.

Oh, don't pity me, Detective.
I knew what the rules were.

Wasn't like it was a regular thing.

We'd go months or years without.

But sooner or later, he would call.

I was the one that he would turn to.

And what happened when you met him?

Oh, he was... strangely calm.

It wasn't like Toohey at all.

He said he was gonna tell the police

what he knew about the newspaper
story and I told him he was crazy,

I told him to forget the past, I
told him he didn't have to do this.

People would forgive him.

He's untouchable. He's Toohey.

People love him.

I loved him.

How did he react to that?

Well, he got very, very hard, Detective,

and then I did for him
what I've always done.

And then I went home.

Simon, would you be willing
to give us a DNA sample?

Yeah, sure.

Your son's body will
be released into your care

and you can make arrangements
to lay him to rest.

Thank you.

For you.

You know that...

The photo your police
officers took away...

I think this one is better.

How handsome he is.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Amir tells me there...
there were others?

Yeah, there were two others.

Two? These men were
killed just like Haris?

So many mothers...

so many tears.

Tell me, that...

Rohan Asad, do you...

Do you think he loved my son?

Well, his...

his last words were for Haris. It was...

"Tell him...

'the wound is where the light enters.'"

Does that mean something to you?

Yes, it's...

It's Rumi. It's a poem.

"The wound is where
the light enters you."

Suffering brings illumination...

freedom.

I never wanted to believe the truth.

I never thought Haris could be happy.

How could he be happy?

But I was wrong.

Because he was happy.

And he was loved.

And now...

You know...

I think...

I think I would like that Rohan guy.

Please promise me one thing, please.

If I can.

Find a way. Find them.

You need to stop whoever
is bringing all this pain.

The DNA test results
you requested.

The blood on the lead pipe.

You're related.

Is there something you want to tell me?

- It's a familial match? Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Uh, can we just keep this
between us, just for now?

You know you're not allowed to work
on a case that involves a relative.

This is different.

It's not strictly an
active investigation.

Yeah, right.

Please, Brenda.

Put it down to the sisterhood.

Hey, thank you. I...

- I owe you one.
- Big-time.

- Hey, Mum.
- Hi.

- What are you doing?
- I'm just happy to see you.

- You see me every day.
- I know.

- Where's Oscar?
- Inside.

Oscar?

- Hey.
- Christmas Eve 1989.

Some police officers took
a weapon, a lead pipe,

off two teenage boys near Cardinal Park.

So, what are you saying?

It had Shane's blood on it.

What?

Ha. Nah. Bullshit.

No way.

I had it DNA tested.
It's a familial match.

To me.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I loved your brother.

I wanted to tell the world,
but Shane said he wasn't ready.

He said he was waiting for the
right time to tell your dad.

There's never a right time
to tell my dad anything.

The night Shane died, he was meeting me.

The wind over there does
strange things at night.

Sounds swirl around.

Someone can be just a few metres away,

you think they're calling
from way out at sea.

Did you hear something that night?

Shouting.

In those days you heard a lot
of that. It wasn't unusual.

Do you think it was Shane?

I don't know.

But those shouts...

Now I'm wondering.

No... don't do that.

Who was it?

Tori, I need to know.

It was the Pointers.

Hi, sweetheart. How was work?

Dad, we need to talk about Shane.

In the course of my work some
evidence has come to light.

It's not official yet, but...

I think I know almost
certainly how he died.

Yep, he drowned.

Death by misadventure,
that's what Peel said.

Misadventure's pretty much
just an open finding, Dad.

But I think I can prove

that he was bashed.

Somewhere near Cardinal Park.

- And possibly thrown off the cliff.
- What? No

- Dad, now, I need you to listen to me.
- Tori.

I know it's hard. Dad, listen.

- He did not go swimming.
- Tori.

He did not drown, he was
set on by a gang of boys.

Tori, stop.

It's ridiculous.

He had no reason to go to Cardinal Park.

Dad, he was there to meet
somebody who he cared about.

Who cared about him.

He was there to meet Oscar.

Please, Dad, just... have a look.

Oscar's a fuckin' liar.

Oscar is your friend, Dad.
Why would he lie to you?

Shane was not gay.

So, it's okay for
Oscar, but not your son?

You know Oscar's
somebody's son too, Dad.

Hey, just don't twist my words.

Please, Dad, speak to Oscar.
Listen to what he has to say.

No. This is just another
one of your little stories.

You were always telling
stories about Shane.

Huh. How can you...

Broke your mother's heart
when Shane was taken from us.

Yes, but not by the sea, Dad.

Shane was gay

and some bastards killed him for that.

He's walking around like he owns
the place, and I tap him on the back

and I'm like, "You wanna meet
the guy who owns the place?

"He's right here."

What an idiot.

- I know.
- Good for you, Toots.

I know what you did.

Cardinal Park.

Shark Point.

I know how it worked.

Who the fuck are you and what
the fuck are you talking about?

You stake out a beat,
you and the Pointers.

It's all right, mate.

You bash innocent men and
you throw them to their death.

Is that right?

I was there. I saw you.

- Bullshit.
- That's what I'm telling the cops.

I saw you bash a man, then throw
him off the cliff at Cardinal Park.

You're lying.

Doesn't matter if I am or not.

All that matters is
if the cops believe me.

And that's all
that happened, mate.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

- I want him charged.
- Fuck off, Hammers.

Hey, he comes in here
threatening to verbal me,

threatening to lie about something
I didn't do some 20-odd years ago?!

- What?
- Oh, some shit at Cardinal Park.

You got something to
say about Cardinal Park?

I think you're forgetting,
Missy, I'm the victim here.

My boys were simply trying to protect me

from the fuckin' queer avenger here!

What is it that they say?

Nothing's lower than a copper's dog

ratting out his mates
to cover his own arse.

- That's enough.
- I like her. She's crazy.

Yeah? You want crazy? I'll give
you crazy, you piece of shit!

Lustigman! A word now.

- What did you say?
- What?

What did you tell Oscar?

Nothing. Nothing he didn't need to know.

Shit, you've been feeding him information
about the investigation, haven't you?

Look, he would have found out anyway.

You wound him up to verbal Hammers.

Listen...

the weapon that Chalmers
took off the Pointers...

there's a blood match,
it's a familial link.

Oh, shit.

And you told Oscar and that's
why he came after Hammers.

This is bullshit!

You don't even know
what happened that night.

How did they get the club?
Who struck the first blow?

Was it one of them, all of
them? Was it someone else?

I don't know,

but I do know that someone has
to be held responsible for this.

Yes. And they will be.

But you can't be on this case.

No. Nick, I have to be.

Listen, Brenda is the only one
who knows about the blood. Please.

It's not about that, Tori.

I won't live with a
guilty man walking free

because you perverted
the course of justice.

If you want me off this case,

you're gonna have to tell Peel yourself.

The ice found on Brett O'Donohue

matches the ice found at the
Rexhaj and Cohen murder scenes.

It's the same chemical composition.

But it still doesn't
put them there, does it?

Well, if they're not our killers,
then one of their clients is.

Yeah, or someone who gets their
ice from one of their clients,

which could be about
half of bloody Bondi.

So, we're no closer to cracking this.

Little steps, boss.
We are making progress.

Well, I need more than just busting
the O'Donohues for a few bags of ice.

- Nick.
- Cheers, Brenda.

- Hey, mate.
- How are you going?

That boy of mine around?

I gave him an early mark.

He's out there product testing.

He's got the makings of a
good little surfer, that boy.

Remind you of someone?

He attacks the waves like Shane did.

He's got his uncle's good looks, too.

What happened, Oscar?

What did you do to...

To what?

You know...

to make...

make him...

Gay?

You think I made Shane gay?

Is that what this is about?

You wanna blame someone for your loss,

blame the pricks that killed him.

Fuck.

- Boss?

That's not gonna answer itself.

Oscar, can it wait?

I think I know where he is.

What?

Your Thrustr guy. He's online.

Tell me exactly what
you're talking about.

He's changed his name, but
I recognised his avatar.

Tori, I messaged him to meet me.

You did what?!

If it is Hammers, I wanna be
here when you take him down.

I'm at the Q Bar.

Nick, it's Oscar. He's with Real Man.

Tell me you didn't put Oscar up to this.

You can get out now if you want to.

Did you call for backup?

If anyone asks, there wasn't time.

Oscar.

- This is him, yeah?
- Yeah, that's him.

What did you say to him?

Hook-up here, then party time.

- Tori, it's not Hammers.
- Okay.

So, we'll go in, split
up, maintain visual.

Use the app to triangulate
the position, yeah?

- Sounds good.
- What do I do?

How about you stay the fuck out of
the way? That would be really good.

Just let us handle it.

It was him.

- He's a thug.
- So?

You can't turn a blind eye forever.

- Beg your pardon?

Drop the weapon, Terry.

Drop the gun now.

Where is he?

Your arrogance might
almost be impressive

if it didn't make me sick.

Hammers is a malignant piece of work

but the sick fuck we're after...

is something else altogether.

Please don't ask me about the past.

These secrets must be driving you crazy.