All language subtitles for City Homicide s02e17 The Forgotten.eng

Homeless man, no ID.

He's been bludgeoned
to death. Weapon?

We haven't found it yet.

Now, Sarge, the body's been
here for at least a week.

He's pretty ripe.

The rats have got to him too,

so between them and the maggots,
there's not much face left.

It's gonna be pretty
tricky to get an ID.

Who found him? A surveyor.
He's still getting over it.

What's a surveyor doing here?

Matt and Duncan are
finding out now.

Morning, Sergeant.
Detective Senior Sergeant.

I'd appreciate it if you could restrict
your movements to here for now.

Of course.

It's not much to show
for a life, is it?

No, it is not.

The building is scheduled
to be demolished next month.

It's going to be a homeless shelter.
Bit late for our friend here.

Surveyor was doing some
check measurements.

It was the smell that alerted him.

Hang on.

Have a look at this.

- What is that?
- St Christopher.

Patron saint of travellers.

Not only of travellers but archers,
boatmen, bookbinders, fruit dealers,

gardeners, mariners
and taxi drivers

and sudden death.

I had cause to look it up once.

There's an engraving on the back.

Uh... Prudence.

Prudence.

As in the highest virtue
or the woman's name?

The only prints are the victim's

and Forensics are still going
over his clothes and bedding

for hair and fibres.

Thanks, Karen.

And the medallion and
chain are real gold.

18 carat. Whoo!

He mustn't have known.
Otherwise, he'd have flogged it.

Maybe he wasn't the full quid.

Maybe he thought St
Christopher would protect him.

Didn't work, did it?

Perhaps Prudence meant
more to him than money.

Let's circulate a photo to
jewellers and engravers,

see if anyone remembers it.

'To Kill a Mockingbird'.
Well thumbed but no name.

I read that at school.

Everybody read it at school.
I watched the movie.

There you go. This looks promising.

"Johnny Fountain, Carol
Bridges and Sid Church."

We'll run them past the local
divvy guys. They might know them.

"And now abideth faith,
hope, charity, these three:

"But the greatest
of these is charity.

"Corinthians 13:13."

"Fran and Joseph Benson. Providing
a feed for those in need."

Do you recognise this?

I'd recognise it
anywhere. It's Ben's.

Mmm. Ben Parks.

Poor man. Murdered?
Yeah. Probably over a week ago.

"Receive his soul into
your care, O Lord,

"where there is no sorrow,
no weeping and no pain,

"only the fullness of peace and
joy and love for ever and ever.

"Amen."

Amen.

What can you tell us about Mr Parks?
Name wasn't Parks.

Well, you just said...
That's what he was called.

Ben was his first name and he liked
spending his day in the parks.

So, Carol Bridges, Sid
Church and Johnny Fountain.

Mmm, Johnny was very down
during the water restrictions

when they turned off
all the fountains.

How long had Ben been coming here?

10, 11 months? Yep.

Yeah.

Pretty new to the
streets back then.

How could you tell?

Clothes were in fairly good
nick and they fitted him.

It wasn't St Vinnie's or
Salvo's gear. You notice that.

Anything else you can
tell us about him?

He was a lovely man. Always
friendly, very polite.

Yeah, I could see
the spirit in him.

He used to bring others here
for something nourishing.

Did he have any enemies?

These souls live on the streets. Violence
is a day-to-day part of their lives.

Sometimes they even get
stuck into each other.

Ben did a bit of that.

Selling 'T he Big Issue'?
Nah, nah, nah.

Life-drawing classes.

Said he liked posing in the nuddy.
"Nude and proud," he used to say.

Funny old bugger.

Nude and proud.

Yeah, he used to stand up there with his
arms up with it all just hanging out.

It was a bit confronting
for our younger students,

but he was a nice old bloke.

Very gentle man. Who'd
want to hurt him?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

How many homeless people do you
use as models, Mr Armstrong?

Call me Corey. Only a few.

We also use uni
students, single mums.

Anyone who needs a few
extra bucks and isn't shy.

Interested in
life-drawing, Detective?

Mmm. Yeah. I've always
been a very big art lover.

Well, you should
come along. You too.

Oh, no, I can't draw
to save my life.

How about as a model, then?
You have lovely eyes.

No, thanks. Did Ben ever talk
about himself or his family?

It's not really that sort of gig.
Models don't get a chance to chat much.

Sorry.

Tell me, did any of your
students get a good likeness?

See, the thing is, due
to the state of the body,

we don't really know
what Ben looked like.

I did a portrait of him, actually.
He had a really good face.

Can we see that?
It's at my studio at home.

He did a private sitting for me.

I offered him extra cash,
but he wouldn't take it.

Could we get that?
That would be very helpful.

Sure. I'll be finished here soon.
You 're more than welcome to wait.

Johnny Fountain aka John
Fortescue. Has he got form?

A couple of minor priors
for drunk in public places.

He's known to the local division. We
flagged him as wanted for interview.

Apparently, the guy was
a dentist. A dentist?

Poor bugger. Never feel
sorry for dentists.

Sadistic bastards.
What else have we got?

Nothing on Carol
Bridges or Sid Church.

Hang on. I think we just
had a blonde moment.

I asked you what you 've got,
not what you haven't got.

Detective Ryan, any luck
on that St Christopher?

Not so far, Sarge.

It's weird, a homeless guy's
got a solid gold medallion

and whoever kills
him doesn't take it.

Kids who beat the crap
out of drunks for fun

don't check them for jewellery.

No, we don't know they were
kids, and he wasn't drunk.

It wasn't a fight over a
bottle of meths or something?

Blood alcohol was zero and he
has the liver of a 20-year-old.

For all the good it did him.

Now we know what Ben looks like.

Art teacher did his portrait.

Ladies and gentlemen, our
deceased known as Ben Parks.

Let's get this photographed. Run
it in the newspapers tomorrow.

Hopefully someone
will recognise him.

Yeah, then we'll have dotted our
'I 's and crossed our 'T 's.

Meaning?

I'm just being realistic.
We've got bugger-all.

He's been dead for over
a week. No-one noticed.

How many unsolved homeless murders
have we got sitting on our books?

Well, off the top of my head...

Over 300, stretching back 20 years.

I mean, no-one likes
it, but it's a fact.

The reason these poor
bastards are on the street

is 'cause no-one gives a rat's.

But he must have a family.
Well, then, shame on them.

When no-one comes forward tomorrow,

reallocate our resources and
file this away with the rest.

There you go, Mick. Cheers, boss.

Get that into you.

Philippa. Ta.

This will be in all
the papers tomorrow,

but we figure a lot of the
homeless might not see it.

I doubt if they keep up
with current affairs.

Show it to anyone you
come across. Will do.

And thanks for this.

It gets chilly out here
when the sun goes down.

No worries. Catch you later.

Rats?

Yeah, bloody noisy rats.

Police! Stop right there!

Just stay there and keep your
hands where I can see them.

Stop! Mate, you won't fit!

Alright. Come on.

I didn't do anything. Yes, you did.

You entered a crime
scene. That's a big no-no.

Didn't you see the tape or
the police cars out front?

Nah. How'd you get those?

In a fight. Who with?

Don't know!

You 're in enough trouble
without the attitude.

What's your name? Jack.

Jack what? Ford.

What were you doing there tonight?
Looking for somewhere to sleep.

Why that building? I don't know.
I just saw a way to get in.

I'm only 14 so you
can't put me in jail.

You shouldn't even
be questioning me.

14 years old.

How do we let 14-year-olds
live on the street?

How do we let anyone
live on the street?

Give us a phone number. No,
my old man would kill me.

We can call your mum,
get her to come in.

My mum's dead. My old man's
wasted half the time.

Alright!

Aunty, Nan, neighbour, teacher.

Who do we call? Nobody!

Just let me go. I
wasn't doing anything.

I was just looking for
somewhere to sleep.

OK, Jack, a social worker will
arrange some emergency accommodation.

You 'll be fine, mate.

Check to see if he's got a record and
get a photo up to Missing Persons.

Someone might be looking for him.

No worries, Sarge.

It looks like our father except
a little older and thinner.

And the medallion, it's
his St Christopher.

When was the last time
you saw your father?

Just over 10 months ago.

Is there anything else you
can tell us about the medal?

It's gold.

It has our mother's name
engraved on the back. Prudence.

Yes.

It does. I'm very sorry.

I need to see him.

Ms Misto, your father
was badly beaten

and his body wasn't
found for some time.

I don't care.

The reason we published the
photograph of the painting

is because he was unrecognisable.

I'll recognise him!

Ms Misto, perhaps I
haven't made myself clear.

There were rats in the building
where your father was found.

Rats are carnivorous.

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Can't you make a positive
identification using his dental records?

We can now, yes. I still
need to go to him.

Alex... Owen, I must say
goodbye to our father!

In the paper, they said his name
was Ben. It's not. It's Bernard.

It's Bernard Misto.

Please forgive me for
asking but, um...

...how did your father end
up destitute and homeless?

He wasn't destitute. He
was a multimillionaire.

This is Dad as we knew him.

Can we borrow these?
They'll be returned.

Yes, of course. Have you any
idea who might have done this?

We are investigating
several possible leads.

You live here alone and your
brother lives with his wife in Kew.

Is that right?

Yes.

Alexandra.

Can I get you anything?
A cup of tea?

No. Thanks.

This is my wife,
Charlotte. Darling?

Detective Joyner and Freeman.

Hello.

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I'm a mess.

I can't seem to stop crying.

Poor Bernard. We are
very sorry for your loss.

Mr Misto, if you and your sister are
up to answering more questions...

Yes, of course. Anything.

Your father was head
of the corporation?

Yes. He was the
chairman of the board.

So, what effect did his going
missing have on the company?

It was a disruption

but the company is bigger than
any of its individual parts.

That's not true, Alex. You pretty
much stepped into his shoes.

The real disruption was
to our family. Of course.

We lodged a report
with Missing Persons.

We employed private
investigators. Nothing.

Eventually, we assumed
he'd killed himself.

Why?

Bernard never recovered
from the death of his wife.

Prudence had a brain tumour.

Dad nursed her until the end. When
she died, he was inconsolable.

Suicidal, just about.

Dad would never
have killed himself.

Come on, Alex. He was
terminally depressed.

Now we find out he was
living on the streets!

Sick people do
terrible things, Alex.

Not Dad!

There was no contact with any of
you from the moment he disappeared?

No.

He never used his credit cards or
accessed his bank accounts. Nothing.

He must have had a complete
mental breakdown in the end.

I do have to ask this - who stands
to benefit from your father's death?

He was our father. There
is no benefit. Financially.

You don't understand,
Detective. Try me.

How much do you make a year?
$100,000?

I wish.

We live in a different universe.
Wealth generates wealth.

To suggest that any of us

would ever think in terms of benefiting
financially from Dad's death...

It's obscene.

Since Detective Freeman and myself
are, in fact, stuck in this universe,

we would like to access
your financial records.

Both personal and business.

We should talk to our
lawyers about that.

No. No. None of us
have anything to hide.

I'm fine with it. Alex?

Of course.

No new developments?

Apart from identifying the victim

as one of the richest
men in the country, no.

Don't get funny with me,
Stanley. I'm not in the mood.

No new developments. Put
every member on this.

The press are all over it
like flies on a steaming turd.

Amazing how they're interested now.

A homeless derro turns out
to be a crazy rich bastard.

Who saw that coming?

The Assistant Commissioner
wants us to issue a statement.

That's up to you, sir.

If it was up to me, I'd
tell them all to get nicked.

Get something to me AS AP.

Superintendent Waverley used to
deal with these matters personally.

Yeah, well, Waverley's not
here, is she, Stanley?

No, she's not.

And the press hate me
as much as I hate them.

No accounting for taste.

So, who benefits most? The family?

Mate, you live in the wrong universe.
They don't need to benefit.

To give them their due, Matt, they did
report their father as a missing person.

When? As soon as he disappeared.

And they retained three private
investigators over six months

trying to find him.

They also let us access
their financial records

which apparently
fill a small truck.

So they're being helpful.
Any other possibilities?

Maybe someone in the
homeless community

found out his real identity.

But wouldn't you hold
him for financial gain?

Why kill him? OK.

So maybe it was a thrill kill.

Bernard Misto was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Except he wasn't
sleeping out in the open.

Someone deliberately
went into that building.

The family assumes he
had a mental breakdown,

but everyone we've spoken to

says he was a very sane,
caring, gentle kind of guy.

J ARVIS: Where are we?
We kicked any goals?

What's that little
turd doing up there?

He's not really a suspect. He
just broke into the crime scene.

He is now. His name's not Jack Ford,
it's Jaedyn Freers. Where is he?

Community Protection. What? Why?

Because he's 14 years
old. Pig's arse!

He was 18 last time
my office busted him.

Played you for a mob of dills.

Is he capable of murder?

Only if there's drugs
or money involved.

What were you doing in that building?
Looking for somewhere to sleep.

What were you doing
in that building?!

You can't hurt me. This is on tape!

That's broken, dickhead.

Just you and me, Jaedyn.

No-one else here
to hear you scream.

You think you 've got the system
sussed, don't you, Jaedyn?

Get away with murder?

Last time. What were you
doing in that building?

Looking for somewhere to sleep!

Wrong answer. No!

You think I'm kidding?
You think I'm not serious?

You think I won't do nothing
to you, you little bastard?

He kicked us out, Sarge.
There's nothing we could do.

Right.

Sit down here.

Let's try something.

Hey? Let's have some real fun.

Stop!

How did you know the old man?

We were mates. Crap!

We were, I swear!
He wanted to help me!

Why would he wanna help
a scumbag like you?

I don't know. He just did. Reckoned
he could help get me a job.

You found out he had money.
You let him root you.

No! 'Cause that's your form.

Little toy boy. No!

Then you hit him up for cash. No!

Then when he wouldn't
cough up, you beat him up.

Nothing like that!

Then you went back to the
building, looking for his stash.

That's how it happened, didn't it?
I didn't hurt him.

Ben was a really nice old guy.
Why'd you go back to the building?

I heard he'd been
hurt. I had to see.

Why? Because he was my friend!

I believe him. So do I.

Sarge, take a look at this.

Several big cash deposits to this
account, starting 10 months ago

and finishing just before
Bernard Misto was killed.

Deposits into whose account?

The Bensons. The couple
who run the soup van.

So you think they came
courtesy of Bernard Misto?

I think it's worth
checking out. Do it, then.

These are substantial amounts. Let's
find out where they came from.

Reporters have been
sniffing around.

I thought there must
have been some mistake.

No mistake. Ben was Bernard
Misto. He was a multimillionaire.

What in blue blazes was
he doing, living rough?

Yeah, good question.
What's the answer?

Well, all it takes sometimes is
just one thing to tip the scales.

We all reckon it can't
happen to us, but it can.

We all have a breaking
point. He lost his wife.

That'd do it. Death of a loved
one is often the last straw.

These cash deposits...
Anonymous donations.

Answer to our prayers. Starting
to think they were a miracle.

Without those, we'd
have gone under.

You had no idea who
they came from? Nah.

You reckon they were from Ben?

If Ben had any money, he sure
wasn't spending it on himself.

OK. Thanks very much. No worries.

It had to be Bernard Misto.

But how'd he get the money?
He never used any of his bank accounts.

Maybe Jarvis is right.
Maybe he did have a stash.

And the killer found it?

Or not, and that's what
Jaedyn Freers was looking for.

Wait a minute, you two!
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I just remembered something.

Jeffrey Hunter, that's
who you remind me of.

Played Our Lord in
'K ing of Kings'.

Beautiful movie. I'm
sorry, haven't seen it.

Very moving.

Mind you, they did shave his
armpits for the Crucifixion,

which I thought was
going a bit too far.

Right. Thanks, Mrs Benson.
No, no, no. That wasn't it.

The night before that last
donation was left at the van,

I saw Ben with someone, a woman.

Right over there.

Now, she was getting
into a very expensive car

and I just thought he was
hitting her up for a few bucks.

Can you describe her?
No, no. Wasn't enough light.

What about the car?
European job. Dark.

Cars aren't my thing.

OK, great. Thank you.

Can give you the exact day, but. The
Saturday the Cats crucified the 'Pies.

Ah, the footy. And that woman, she
had a good set of pins on her.

That much I could see.

What sort of car do
you drive, Ms Misto?

A Mercedes. Why?

What colour? Midnight blue.

Alex, what's this about?
I have no idea.

Your father was seen talking
to a woman three weeks ago.

She was getting into a
dark-coloured European car.

Of which there must be thousands.

Of course there are.
I've got a black Beemer.

That night, a donation of
$5,000 was left anonymously

at the Bensons' soup van.

The day before, your
bank records say

that you withdrew $5,000 from
your personal bank account.

A coincidence. It must be.

Did you meet your father that night
and give him that money, Ms Misto?

Ms Misto?

Alex?

Yes. What?!

Did you supply your father
with similar amounts of cash

on at least three other
occasions in the past 10 months?

Yes. You knew where Bernard was?!

You 'll need to come
down to the station

and answer some more
questions, please, ma'am.

Yes, of course. How could
you do that to Owen?!

I'm sorr...

After Mum died, Dad
lost the will to live.

You hear that, don't you?

One partner dies and the other one
goes shortly after of a broken heart.

The whole family was
a mess, actually.

But Bernard, he stopped
eating, stopped washing...

Stopped pretty much
doing most things.

He had a breakdown?
Well, if that's what you call it.

The only thing he did was go and sit
in the park for hours. Just sit there.

But something happened?

One day, a homeless man mistook
him for a fellow traveller.

He gave him a blanket to keep
warm and asked if he was OK.

That one act of kindness
reached my father

in a way that we
hadn't been able to.

He came home and told me
what he'd decided to do.

Of course, I tried to talk him
out of it. But I couldn't.

He had a favourite quote. "
You never really know a man..."

"Until you stand in his shoes and
walk around in them." That's Bernard.

Of course, his own shoes
were handstitched in Italy.

Maybe he just wanted to know
what it was like to be homeless.

No, it was more than that.
He wanted to help them.

And I thought if he did
that, it might help him too.

But in the end, it killed him?

I should've realised
how dangerous it was.

Suited you, though, didn't it?
Your father's disappearance.

I don't know what you mean by that.

Of course it suited her. In his
absence, Alexandra runs the company.

My father trusted
me to do that, yes.

After my mum died, he
gave me the mandate

in written instructions
to the board.

He knew that when decisions
need to be made, I make them.

Unlike your brother?

It was my father's choice.

She only stands behind Bernard
so she can pull his strings.

Owen is just as smart
and just as capable.

That's a substantial amount of
power to give just one person.

No, not really.

You never told your
brother where he was?

Dad made me promise not to. He
knew Owen wouldn't understand.

Oh, he'd understand, alright.

Understand that she was trying to
keep all the power for herself,

keeping everyone else in the dark.

Even her own brother.

This is just another way that
she can say, " Look, I win.

"I'm in control. All
of this is mine."

But you must have known that
we'd discover those withdrawals.

Yes.

So why didn't you come forward earlier
and tell us what you 'd been doing?

'Cause I was scared of what would
happen when Owen found out.

The only thing she'd be scared of

was losing the power to the throne,
which is exactly what would've happened

when Bernard got tired of his
little game and came back home.

What Dad didn't realise is the
effect it was having on us.

Owen especially took his
disappearance very hard.

We'd just lost Mum.

Dad was suddenly all fired
up about saving these people.

What he didn't realise is
that we needed him too.

His family needed him.
He was our father!

Talking to the Misto
women is a waste of time.

My money's still on that
little turd, Jaedyn Freers.

No, he's long gone by now.

Nope, he's in the lockup.
Why is he still in custody?

He's being held over some
burglaries in Frankston.

Excuse me, Sergeant,
Superintendent. What?

There's been another
homeless murder. Same MO.

How long's this one been dead?
Recent. A few hours.

So much for the
Jaedyn Freers theory.

Sarge, it's Johnny Fountain.
It's definitely the same MO.

They're saying the time of death
was sometime early this morning.

Wolfe.

Where?

There's been another one.

The victim was an
unidentified woman.

Her head was bashed in. No ID.

Same MO? Definitely.

A jogger called it in. No
witnesses at this stage.

Uniforms are canvassing the area.

It's looking more and
more like thrill kills.

Some nutter's out there
cleaning up the streets.

There's gonna be a lot of
scared homeless people tonight.

There certainly will be, God help them.
Thanks, detectives. Keep us informed.

No worries, Sarge. Superintendent.

If you 've come to rub my nose in
it too, Stanley, you can sod off.

I have a problem with the way
you interrogated this boy.

He's not a boy. He's scum. Garbage.

Bernard Misto thought
he was worth saving.

Bernard Misto? Now, there's a
bloke who had all his marbles.

You crossed the line. I never laid
a finger on the little bugger.

You attempted to
coerce a confession,

which would have been
inadmissible in court.

No, I was trying to get the truth.

This little prick has a use-by date
stamped on his forehead. Get over it.

You try anything like that
again, I'll take action.

Is that clear, Superintendent?

Alright. We both
know where we stand.

Now get out of here. I want
some good news in the morning.

Take that with you.

♪ Restless sleep

♪ Endless night

♪ Frozen deep in time

♪ And this empty feeling
fills me up inside

♪ As the slow moments pass

♪ Hope is fading fast

♪ And all I really need

♪ Is somebody to call mine. ♪

Stanley?

Um, are the girls home?

Stephanie's at a friend's
house and Susan's asleep.

It's late. Hmm. Yeah, I know.

I wanted to see you.

I've been working on
these homeless murders.

Oh. I really do not
miss being a cop's wife.

I'm happy for you.

Something came up, got me thinking.

Christopher would
have been 12 today.

It's the first year that
we haven't been together

on the anniversary of his death.

Stanley, you never once
remembered that anniversary

when we were together.

You never once came with
me to visit his grave.

No.

And it took something at
work to remind you now.

I've never needed reminding.

It's always been there.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure you are.

I just thought I'd see if...
you 're OK.

I don't need your support.

What if I need yours? Why?

Because you 've finally decided
to acknowledge what happened?

That we lost our son?

We had years to deal with it
together. It never happened.

All those times I tried to
talk to you about Christopher,

all the times I needed
you to be there.

And now it's...
it's too late, Stanley.

Stanley?

Sorry, Bernice. It was
either here or the pub.

It is a terrible thing
when a marriage fails.

And I can't begin to imagine...

...what it must feel
like to lose a child.

But I do know that unless - and
until - you can acknowledge and...

...feel the pain of these
things for yourself,

that you are not
gonna move forward.

And your work and your
personal life will suffer.

We are not invincible, my friend.

Ah, sorry I'm late. Got
held up at the morgue.

Preliminary autopsy reports on
Johnny Fountain and Jane Doe.

Cause of death - blunt head trauma.

No surprises there.

Now, here's the interesting bit.

All of our victims,
including Bernard Misto,

had their last meal
courtesy of the Bensons.

They would, wouldn't they?
Free food.

Each of them also had in their
stomach contents and bloodstreams

an antipsychotic medication -

clozapine, a side-effect
of which is drowsiness.

Easier to bash someone
if they're sedated.

Drug them, whack them,
send them off to heaven.

Why didn't it show up in Bernard
Misto's original autopsy?

He wasn't found for a week and most
of it had broken down. Easily missed.

But when they went back looking
for it, they found traces.

Bring the Bensons in.

We put a bit of seasoning in the
soup. Helps them to settle down.

You drugged them.

A little bit puts a smile on their
dial. Gives them a good night's sleep.

I'm quite sure the good
Lord would approve.

Clozapine is a Schedule 4 drug.

You 're administering it without
their knowledge. That is a crime.

Where did you get it?

Used to be a psych nurse.
Still got a few contacts.

It's alright, dear. I
do know what I'm doing.

If we contact the Health Department,
they will shut you down.

And who'd take our place, eh?

Who'd feed them then? You? You?

I tell you what, we
won't do it anymore, OK?

Where were you yesterday
between six and midday?

Same as usual, in my van,
where I should be now.

Can anyone confirm that?
My husband can.

Anyone else?

Do you think I did away with
Johnny and that other poor sod?

Is that what you 're getting at?
You tell us.

Now, you wouldn't keep a dog

in the condition those
people live in, right?

No, I wouldn't.

Be an act of kindness to put
them out of their misery.

Many of them would be
better off dead, yes.

But there's a little thing
called the Sixth Commandment.

"Thou shalt not kill."

Death is a prerogative of the
Almighty. It's not for us to dispense.

I know what you need. What's that?

A bit of guidance from
the big guy. Let us pray.

Dear Lord, nothing is
hidden from your sight.

All knowledge lives in you.

Grant guidance and wisdom
to these, your detectives,

so they can catch
this poor sick soul...

What's going on? Prayer meeting.

She may have a direct line to
God, but she stays on our list.

That art teacher, Corey
Armstrong, called.

What did he want?

He wants his picture back. And he
had some interesting information.

One of Corey Armstrong's
mature-age students,

Annabel Harris,

works as Human Resources
Director for Misto Industries.

And?

Her job brings her into close contact
with all members of the board.

So she would've known
Bernard Misto? Yes.

She saw him at
life-drawing classes?

No, but about three weeks ago,

Corey Armstrong started bringing
the painting he did of Ben

into his portrait classes
as a teaching aid.

And this woman could have seen it and
mentioned it to one of the Mistos.

I've spoken to Ms Harris.

She says she did mention it, but
only generally, at the office.

So any one of the Mistos
could've found out

the old man was still alive,
roughing it on the streets.

But why kill him?

Well, Owen's the son,
aspires to be the heir.

A confirmed dead CEO would've seen
a reorganisation of the board.

He'd get the place his
father denied him.

What about Charlotte? If Ben was
drugged, she could easily have done it.

She wasn't happy about her
husband being sidelined.

No.

Could be that she did it for Owen.
Or they could be in it together.

Or maybe the father had had enough
of roughing it, decided to come home.

Which would've threatened
Alexandra's new-found power base.

So they're all in the frame.

We just need to work out which
one jumped out and did it.

I've got an idea about that.

I don't like it. It's too risky.

Thought you didn't
like risks, Stan.

I thought the Drug Squad did
this kind of thing all the time.

We're trained for it. Your
lot aren't, no offence.

Terry, if we do not nail this
killer beyond any reasonable doubt,

given the resources at their
disposal, they will possibly walk.

I hate the filthy rich, especially
since I'm not one of them.

Yeah.

Alright, sometimes you gotta
take a risk to get a result,

but I want you to have
plenty of backup in place.

I do not want this
to go bad in the end.

OK.

How's me tie? Is she straight?

Oh, not really, no. Fix
it for us, will you?

I'm all thumbs.

I've got a live news
conference in an hour.

Bloody Assistant Commissioner.

I've been to the dunny
four times already.

Actually, I took the liberty of
preparing a statement earlier

that should suit our purposes.

Your blood's worth bottling,
Stan. Hey? I could kiss ya.

Excuse me, Sarge.

We're all set. The Mistos?

Yeah. Reluctantly agreed to a
meeting at Alexandra's house.

Right.

We wanted to update you in person

before we release a
statement to the media.

We believe that your father
was the random victim

of a thrill-killer
targeting homeless people.

You could've prevented all of this.

It's what Dad wanted.
To be clubbed to death?!

I don't think so. To
help these people, Owen.

You should've told us
what was going on, Alex.

When will you release the body?
We need to make arrangements.

It's released as of now. Thank you.

Let's go. We do have
some other news.

We think that there was a
witness to your father's murder,

another homeless man who was
in the building at the time.

You think?

We've yet to bring him
in for questioning,

but that is only a matter of time.

He is known to police.
This is the man.

Show her. She's the one that's
spent time in the gutter.

Do you recognise him? No.

Are you sure? Take a good look.

I didn't pay a great deal of
attention to my father's new friends.

Well, maybe he did it.

Evidence would suggest otherwise.

He's harmless. He
used to be a dentist.

You can keep that.

Let me say again - we are very confident
of catching your father's killer.

- Police! Drop the weapon!
- Police! Do not move!

Police! Do not move!
Drop the weapon or we will fire!

Keep your hands where I can
see them and drop the weapon.

Drop it... now.

Your HR Director Annabel
Harris recognised his picture.

Apparently she was telling everyone
he was a dead ringer for my father.

I didn't believe it, but
I went to see for myself.

What happened?

I saw him leaving the building,
just as I was pulling up.

I was stunned.

All that worry, all that...
sadness and anguish,

and there he was,
whistling to himself.

What did you do?

I almost got out of the car
and hugged him, at first.

Then I saw how happy he was and I
realised he hadn't lost his mind.

He'd turned his back on us,

on his family, on
everything we'd worked for.

On you? Everything.

Did you tell your wife
that you 'd seen him?

What was I gonna say to her?

That he'd just walked away from us,

that he obviously preferred to live
this disgusting, degrading life,

living in filth, with filth?

Is that what they are? Yes!

Did they care about him like I did?

Did they love him like I did?
He was my father.

Why didn't you just try and talk to
him when you found out where he was?

There was no point. He
never listened to me.

I was never good enough...
or strong enough.

He let your sister help him. Did
you think about killing her too?

If I'd found out
earlier, who knows?

She watched me suffer
and did nothing.

But she had the company.
He gave it to her.

He gave her the company.
He gave me nothing.

You had plenty. What did you need?

I needed my father!
Why didn't he come to me?!

He should've come to me!

And that was a reason to kill him?
It wasn't fair. It was never me.

It was always Alex.
It was never me!

What about the other two people
you murdered? Why kill them?

You started to question my family.
I needed to create a smokescreen.

It's not like they
were anyone important.

We get them? We got them.

Which one was it? Owen, the son.

Hmm.

Kids, eh, Stan?

Can't live with them,
can't kill them.

♪ As the slow moments pass

♪ Hope is fading fast

♪ And all I really need

♪ Is somebody to call mine

♪ Living through these Ionely hours

♪ Calling on some higher power

♪ I open my eyes but
you 're not there

♪ My unanswered prayer

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