Original subtitles

[Joan]We have some information

about where he might have been going.

Perhaps I can piece together his whereabouts,

and maybe even find somebody he met along the way.

[Rebecca]We are never going to know why

dad lied about being in Australia.

Oh, yes we will.

If I have anything to do with it.

How long ago was your heart attack?

Private.

[Felicity]My sister was a Mrs. Darby.

A few wives back.

How many times has he been married?

Two-and-a-half, I suppose.

Time for bed. Come on.

Oh, wait, watch that, mister.

-I'm a married woman. -I know.

To Ian.

Think I'll tag along and just make sure

you don't get into any more scrapes.

[Jack]So, what did your Ian get up to?

[Joan]What if Ian is someone I never knew?

Or wouldn't want to know?

[instrumental music]

[Joan]This is where Ian grew up? It can't be.

Mm-hmm.

Small town, only one Ian Kirkhope.

[sighs]

I'll get us some lemons.

[intense music]

[children grunting]

The publican says they're the only Kirkhopes in town.

Been here three generations.

Doesn't seem right.

You said Ian was born here.

Yeah, but he left when he was 20.

He told me he didn't have any family here anymore.

It's a mistake. Has to be.

Jack!

Don't you dare! Stop!

[sighs]

Bloody pillock!

[squeaking]

[sighing]

You had no right!

It's none of your business, quite frankly,

and I don't know why you'd...

What did she say?

Her name is Lucy Kirkhope.

Ian Kirkhope was her father.

[sighs]

Ian would never.

He wasn't the type.

I know who my husband was.

[theme music]

[instrumental music]

♪ Who can it be knocking at my door? ♪

♪ Go away! Don't come 'round here no more ♪

♪ Can't you see that it's late at night? ♪

♪ I'm getting tired... ♪♪

[Jack]Ian's quite the mystery, isn't he?

We travelled the world together.

He never once wanted to come to Australia.

He said there was nothing here for him.

[sighs]

It was all a lie. Everything.

[sighs]

I mean, how many times was he here with them

when he told me he was somewhere else?

Why do men do that?

-Do what? -Run away from the truth.

Isn't it easier if you just be honest?

Well, I'm sure he wasn't trying to hurt you.

[scoffs]

Look, I can't bear to do small talk now, okay?

-Uh, you need to watch out. -Mm?

We had a snake sighting this morning.

You can't be out and about in those.

I'm Gina.

-You two doing The Big Lap? -The what?

Oh, she means driving right the way round.

No, no, we're sort of doing a zigzag at the moment.

[giggling] Well, don't wait for a formal invitation.

Go and get a glass and come and join us.

Alright, well, I'll go and put my blunnies on.

Your wife has such a lovely accent.

She's not my wife.

I'm her security.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Is it true?

Your own private security guard?

-We're all wondering. -Jack--

I don't suppose you're a smoker?

No, not anymore.

[sighs] My sister's forcing me to give up.

God save us from bossy sisters.

[chuckles] She means well, but there's nothing

that calms my nerves quite like a...

Is something making you nervous?

Oh, nothing a G&T wouldn't fix. Do you mind?

[instrumental music]

Tayla.

Tayla, what did I say?

Tayla. Tayla. Psst!

You're the one who'll get us noticed.

You get all sorts on the road.

And what sort's that?

Just saying.

[Kate]You can't go two seconds

without splashing your money around.

Who needs a fishing boat in the mountains anyway?

Well, you're always in it, aren't you?

-How are we supposed to get it? -We'll figure it out.

Just goes to show that money

doesn't make marriage any easier.

Can't make it worse.

We come bearing lemons.

Hallelujah.

Excuse me.

You've met my sister.

Hello.

-Jack, for you. -Thank you.

Now, Joan, would you like a G&T?

I'd love one.

[Sue giggling] Make mine a large.

Don't worry about Ellie, Jack, she's like that with everyone.

-Like what? -Borderline rude.

Her husband died, I understand.

But at least he didn't run away with her accountant.

[giggling] What about you?

What's your story?

Yeah, I'd like to hear your story.

How exactly do you get married two-and-a-half times?

Just lucky, I guess.

Nick and Kate have another barney?

Oh, I could put up with a little bit

of bickering for all that luxury.

Oh, not me. I wouldn't marry again.

No, not for any money.

I'll toast to that.

[Gina]Cheers.

[all laughing]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

Oi there.

-Is there a problem? -Need to sort your payment.

Charged the off-peak rate by mistake.

You can't just raise the price out of nowhere.

Plenty of other parks if you want.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you just give us the new charges

in writing and a receipt?

Like a park manager usually does.

[scoffs] Nah. It can wait till morning.

[Joan]What kind of place are you running here?

He's trying to rip us off.

[sighs] I'm going to bed.

-Goodnight. -Yeah.

[door slams]

[intense music]

You were supposed to be in Spain.

[intense music]

That's Ian Kirkhope.

My husband.

[music continues]

Aw, you poor man.

Is she making you sleep out here?

Oh, I don't know, I like it underneath the stars.

Well, there's plenty of room in ours if--

Oh, Gina!

Oh, fine. Do whatever you want.

[chuckles] Don't mind Sue.

She thinks all men are bad news.

-She might be right. -Yeah, but not you.

I hear you're a policeman or something.

Ex. Retired.

Ah.

I thought you were a man who

could handle a little trouble.

[chuckles]

[Gina]What are you really doing here?

Investigating a juicy case?

[Jack]Something like that.

[thuds]

Joan? You alright?

[instrumental music]

Is she okay in there?

Yeah. I'm sure.

[sighs]

Yeah, it's getting late. Time to hit the swag.

-Sorry. -Don't be.

You're not really available, are you?

I'm security.

[laughing] Goodnight.

Goodnight.

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

-Where's all our stuff? -What's happened?

Where's the caravan? Wh...

-How can it just be gone? -Well, it's not here, is it?

[scoffs]

Has anyone... Ugh!

My phone. My laptop.

You probably left the door unlocked.

I am not an idiot.

Oh, my God, I'm calling the cops.

-This is terrible! -He's calling cops.

Did someone steal their van?

Remove the plates and logos and you can resell

them for a million.

Insurance will cover it. Don't you worry.

-Come on. -You!

Why aren't you calling the cops?

-You're in charge, aren't you? -Tayla.

-Let's go. -It was you, wasn't it?

I bet you told your crim mates we were out of the way.

I don't know what you're talking about, mate.

-Bullshit! -Hey!

[intense music]

Watch it, you!

[knocking on door]

How are you going?

If you give us a look at the CCTV, I'll sort this out.

-Why do you care? -Force of habit.

-Well, there's no CCTV. -What about the cameras?

-Don't work. -Joking.

Well, they don't need to, do they?

As long as people think they do.

Not leaving, are you, Ellie?

Oh, there'll be cops all over the place.

I don't need the drama.

They might want a statement from you.

Why? I didn't see anything.

Better safe than sorry.

Safe?

What makes you think anything

in this world is ever safe?

[instrumental music]

Are you travelling alone all the way out here?

It's easier that way.

[sighs]

Ever since my Tom died, I...

I don't have much patience for other people's company.

I am getting a dog though.

[chuckles]

[van door slams]

[knocking on door]

[instrumental music]

Hello. I wondered...

could I talk to you

about your father?

Ian.

Ian Kirkhope?

Sure, Ian was my dad

but I have no idea who that guy is.

-That's not him? -No.

[sighs]

I knew it wouldn't be him.

What is this about?

May I come in?

My dad had a stroke.

Five years ago. He never recovered.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He only went overseas once.

To Bali, for his honeymoon.

Two Ian Kirkhopes

growing up around here.

What are the odds?

Well, I've never heard of two.

When was your dad's birthday?

Fifth of May.

-19? -51.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

I don't know what you'll possibly find.

My dad worked on dive boats for a while after he left school.

Th-that's him.

That's my Ian.

-May I? -Yeah.

[intense music]

"Ian and Rob.

The Lindwall. 1974."

So, this Rob guy was your husband?

Why on earth would he take my dad's name?

I have no idea.

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

I mean, there I was, standing in the glaring sun,

realizing that I'm not even Mrs. Kirkhope.

Not really. I'm just... I'm just nothing.

Go on, do your worst.

What?

Well, he's a criminal, isn't he?

-That's what you're thinking. -No, I'm not.

Well, who else steals someone's identity and has all that cash?

[sighs]

What does it say about me that I could be so wrong about him?

[sighs]

I'm just a fool who married a liar.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Wine. I need wine.

Lots of it.

-Hello! -I haven't got a bottle.

Now, this is a nice, cold one, and I can...

[camera shutter clicks]

What did the police have to say?

They'd do their best, blah, blah blah.

Not exactly a high priority.

-Photos, for the insurance? -Yeah.

Lucky you didn't leave it in the van.

Yeah, I took it with me to the water hole.

Wallet, too.

What exactly are you getting at?

Nothing.

[instrumental music]

You right there?

Looks like you've been on the road a while.

-Couple of months. -Got any hot tips?

No, not really.

What about your friend?

Why don't you just leave it, okay?

Sure.

[intense music]

[dog barking]

Hey. Be careful. Behind you.

[screams]

No, it's alright. It's alright.

The thing about snakes is

they won't bother you if you don't bother them.

Can't say the same about people.

You know, um...

If you need help,

if you're scared, or someone's hurting you

I can do something about that. I promise.

Jack Darby's my name.

[instrumental music]

-Tayla. -Tayla.

You know, Tayla, I mean it. Whatever it is.

-I'm police, or I was police. -I'm fine.

Forty years of marriage, and...

Turns out, he's a complete stranger.

Just, a liar.

Probably a criminal.

I feel so angry.

I just, I just...

-I'm boiling with it. -Oh!

[chuckling]

Oh, bloody...

Pissing perfect.

You have every right to be mad at the bastard.

Not him. Me.

I mean, how could I not see it?

How could I not know it?

Happens to the best of us.

What, your husband changed his name and identity too?

-You can't beat that. -Not exactly.

But he did leave me with nothing.

No savings. Nothing.

And then he went off to Thailand with his bimbo.

What about yours?

Dregs go to the winner.

Gambling habit.

I thought I could fix it. You know what I got for my trouble?

A pile of debt when he carked it.

Well, at least you knew their names.

You might not believe this now,

but "woe is me" really

doesn't get you anywhere.

And trust us, we did it for years.

Until we sold up, bought the caravan

and took charge of our future.

Never been happier.

I thought I was happy.

Whatever your husband was, a liar

a shit, who cares? He's gone now.

The only thing that matters is who you want to be.

You know what will help?

A sunrise hike to the top of the mountain.

Urgh, I never saw the appeal of sunrises.

They're just like sunsets, only bloody early.

[laughs] You must.

It'll give you a whole new perspective, you'll see.

Oh. What about you, Jack?

-Are you up for it? -Of course he is.

He's up for anything.

Yeah, I'm up for a drink. Is that alright?

Absolutely. I've got a beer right here for you.

[instrumental music]

[owl hoots]

-I've solved it. -Let's hear it.

So, Nick, who has to buy all

those fancy toys all the time

and he'd spent all his money

and so Kate was gonna leave him, so,

he gets it stolen to get the insurance money.

-Maybe. -Or it was that...

Weird manager guy who wanted to sell it for parts.

Well, he had the opportunity.

Or maybe they were all in it together.

Yeah, well, maybe one finds the target, eh?

Yeah, and someone else steals it when no one else is around.

Oh, we make a good team, don't we?

I'll get you a glass of water.

You know, when I first met you...

Here you go.

I thought you were arrogant, rude,

unintelligent...

Well, you got that right.

No, but seriously.

I was wrong about you.

[sighs] Like I've been wrong about everything.

I'm glad you crashed into me, Jack Darby.

You crashed into me.

-Oh, don't be ridiculous. -Give me your foot.

God, for a detective, you're not very observant, are you?

What was it like, hm?

-Being a detective. -It was alright.

No, really.

What was it like?

Lonely.

[instrumental music]

Lonely.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

We all say stupid things.

-Stupid things? -Sleep it off.

What do you mean, stupid?

Just sleep it off. I'll see you in the morning.

[scoffs]

You sleep it off! Ugh!

"Stupid things."

[sighs]

Pillock.

Alright, so I stuffed up.

You don't have to look at me like that.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Gina]Are we all ready for our walk?

Is this everyone?

Oh, Ellie, are you going to join us?

Ha! No way. I'm just going to the loo.

You're all flaming mad.

Are there going to be snakes about?

-No, Joan. No. -Maybe.

Don't say that.

Morning.

I suppose some fresh air will be good for me.

[gasps]

-Oh, sorry! -Don't mind us.

No memory foam mattress, no nothing,

and I slept like a log, can you believe it?

Not exactly like a log, honey.

[Nick laughs] Yeah.

How sweet.

On second thought...

who needs a sunrise? Come on.

-Yeah. -Let's go back to the tent.

His insurance must have just come through.

Oh, ever the romantic.

I can do romance.

-If I have to. -One-night-stands.

Hardly constitute romantic.

How's the head?

-Oh. -That good, eh?

Now I know what a snit is.

Urgh!

-You just can't do it, can you? -Do what?

Can't have a normal conversation about...

feelings, about who you really are.

This is about your dead husband, isn't it?

-Not about me. -Oh!

Forget it, I can't do this.

-Where are you going? -I can't be around you.

[instrumental music]

[door slams]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

You don't get to decide this.

We agreed, and it's time.

-Time to move on. -Sue. No.

Hi, Jack.

You can decide this.

-Sue wants to go inland. -Mm-hmm.

-I want coast. -Which road would you take?

I'd go bush because that's where the best fly fishing is.

See?

Hey, what are you doing here?

Same as you.

-Where's Tayla? -Let's get a group shot.

Come on, yeah. Come on, Jackie.

Come.

[camera shutter clicks]

[thuds]

[intense music]

[door slams]

[Mullet]Let's go before anyone else gets back.

[engine rumbling]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

Where's Joan?

Good question.

Oh, whoops. Has she ditched you?

Well, maybe she went into town.

She was in no state to drive.

I couldn't help overhearing.

You two had a little blow-up.

She wouldn't go without me.

Ring her. Apologize.

That's my advice.

She probably just went to get some hair of the dog.

Hey, no offence, puppy, eh?

No offence.

[intense music]

[phone vibrating]

[Mullet]Scored a phone, too. Sweet.

I'll take the SIM card out of the iPad as well.

Give us that scanner thingo.

We need to find the tracker.

Make this thing bloody impossible to find.

Can you pick up the pace?

[Rooster]Keep your hair on.

[Mullet]Got heaps to do and you're driving

like you're in a bloody school zone.

Bit hairy, Rooster, taking two from the same place.

[Rooster]We just have to make sure

we don't get done for them.

[Mullet]We won't be.

Why? Because I know what I'm bloody doing.

-Anything? -Just...

Just drive the van, okay?

I've got this.

Have you found the bloody tracker yet?

No, I haven't found the bloody tracker yet.

I'm still looking.

[Mullet]It's gotta be here somewhere.

It's usually under the steering.

[sighs]

[laughs] Got ya!

[laughs]

Let's get some music going.

[instrumental music]

♪ If you want to be in my game stand up ♪

♪ With me we'll start a revolution ♪

♪ And make t he streets free ♪

♪ We'll never weaken we'll give it ♪

♪ Our best can't be defeated ♪

♪ We're better than the rest ♪

♪ Shoulder to shoulder we're gonna... ♪♪

[siren blaring in distance]

[phone vibrating]

-Hello? -Becca? It's me.

Mum? What's wrong?

Why are you calling me on dad's phone?

You almost gave me a heart attack.

-What's going on? -It's mum.

Is she okay?

Darling, please, listen...

Where are you? Why are you whispering?

[Joan]I need you to find out the number for

Mansfield Caravan Park, Queensland.

Call the office and ask for Jack Darby.

Two men have stolen my van with me in the back of it.

Mum! Oh, my God! You need to call the police!

Please.

[intense music]

[Rebecca]She said all that she could see was road and trees.

-Nothing else? -I'm sorry, but who are you?

And how do you even know my mother?

We can worry about that later when we get her back.

I just don't understand why she's asked me

to call you and not the police.

Do you have her password? I mean, they can track her phone.

I have tried that.

Her phone is switched off

and then dad's phone lost the signal on the call.

What about the rental company?

I mean, they'll have a tracker on the van,

and you're her daughter, they'll give you the info.

Okay. I think I have those details somewhere.

Okay, I'll ring the police from here.

You were here all morning?

Out the back.

Didn't see anyone hanging around?

Second van in two days? You don't have a clue?

Look, mate, I told you--

You are making money on the side, and it's

not just from hiking prices off the books.

The police look into this...

I sell a little oxy to the grey nomads.

It helps them out. That's all.

-Who you selling to now? -Ellie.

She comes around every couple of months.

Diesel, you keep an eye on this bloke.

[growls]

Leaving?

Yes.

How do you afford the oxycodone?

Pardon?

Well, I'm sure Trent's charging

double the street price.

[scoffs] I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, if you're knocking off caravans because

you've got a problem, you'd better tell me now.

[intense music]

[sighs]

I buy the pills from Trent.

Takes the edge off my back pain. That's all.

I use my own money and I don't steal.

[engine rumbling]

Okay.

Well, I hope your back gets better.

Thanks. Me too.

[engine revving]

[Diesel growling]

Where did you get those plates?

Someone around here selling them?

Someone with a garage, maybe?

You just don't know when to back off, do you?

Dad! Stop! Please.

Tayla, I'm just trying to protect you, okay?

I don't want this.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

My friend Joan is in trouble.

All I want to know about is the license plates.

Those plates are too new for this vehicle.

We stole them. In Mount Isa.

Talya...

I'm on parole.

They put her in this halfway house

full of junkies, she would have

ended up straight back inside if I'd left her there

so we just...

I don't know, we just took off.

We just want to be left alone, alright, mate?

Come on.

We didn't see anything.

Sorry. I hope you find your friend.

[intense music]

[phone ringing]

[Mullet]Yeah? So what if we did?

We don't take orders from you, alright?

You find 'em, we take 'em. That's it.

[phone thuds]

-What was that? -What?

[Mullet]Something in the back. Did you hear it?

[Rooster] I didn't hear anything.

Must have run over something.

[Mullet]More brilliant driving, eh, boofhead?

Shit.

I hope Joan's okay.

They'll need somewhere nearby to stash it.

They can't be on the road in a stolen van.

You think it's the same people who took Nick and Kate's?

-Makes sense, doesn't it? -Guess they have a taste for it.

Poor Joan, she must be absolutely terrified.

-I can't even imagine. -Oh, terrible.

If they're stealing multiple vans

then they need a large space

to rebadge it and repaint it.

They got Joan's motorhome, they got Nick and Kate's caravan--

That's a bit more than a caravan.

Mint condition sterling.

Well, when you've been on the road for a while,

you get to know these things.

[music continues]

Right.

[intense music]

[engine revving]

[Mullet]You heard from the buyer?

-Yeah, he's coming tonight. -Alright. Better work fast.

[doors slam]

[metal clanking]

[machine whirring]

[door creaking]

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

[music continues]

[intense music]

[engine revving]

I don't know where I'm going.

Just keep driving.

[music continues]

[gasps] It's Kate and Nick's.

[intense music]

[phone ringing]

-Rebecca? -No luck on the GPS.

-So, they're tracing her. -Oh no, I mean. They can't.

It seems like the thieves must have disabled the tracker.

So they can tell you exactly where it is right now?

What are you talking about? No.

-Hello? -Tell me where.

Well, the-the last known location was the highway

the M5, just before the off-ramp.

But that was ages ago.

So, they've driven past there now.

It's irrelevant. Look...

Make a left at the next intersection.

-Left? -Yeah, left.

I-I...

The truth. Come on, now.

They were never supposed to take Joan's.

Where is she?

[engine revving]

[Sue]They were only meant to take Nick and Kate's van.

They'd never hurt Joan.

[Jack]Oh, and you can guarantee that, can you?

[music continues]

[Mullet]I'll get going with the boat.

Beemer after that.

You start on the motorhome, alright?

Then we both do the yuppy's sanding, soon as.

Okay? Do the plates on that one.

The one right ahead?

-Drop your gun! -Oh!

Where did you come from, sweetheart?

-What gun? -I know you've got one.

You must be confused, okay?

Why don't you just sit down? We'll get you a cup of tea.

[screams]

It's not even loaded.

-But this one is. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now, I mean it.

Drop your gun, sweetheart.

Okay.

[intense music]

Now, kick it away.

I'm not going to ask you twice.

Hey, you, back off now.

I mean it.

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[groans]

-There she is. -Get after her! Go!

Hey, stop! Come here!

Drive between them.

When I tell you, brake hard.

Now.

Jack! Jack!

What are you doing?

Watch out, there's one in the shed!

-He's got a gun! -In your van.

In the wardrobe. There's a rifle.

-Are you okay? -They're in on it too.

-You can't trust them. -I know. I know.

Watch out!

Idiots! You brought him here.

[engine revving]

Go!

[grunting]

[Sue]Time to go.

O-okay... I'm trying to get out, o-okay? G-get...

Gina.

[panting]

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Okay, okay, okay.

Here we go. Watch this. Okay, here we go.

[police car siren wailing]

Shit.

You stop right there.

[intense music]

You okay?

[panting]

[indistinct chatter on police radio]

I can't believe I just did that.

[sighs]

Is this the time to tell you that...

I went back and got the money?

[instrumental music]

You did what?

Well, you hid a gun.

[chuckles]

[Joan]I'm perfectly fine.

It was actually quite invigorating.

Don't sugar-coat it.

Something very bad could have happened to you.

But it didn't.

[Rebecca]Will you please come home, mum?

Whatever you're looking for out there,

it's not going to bring dad back.

That's not what it's about.

I need to find out what he was hiding from me.

From both of us.

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

[sighs] It's just breath-taking.

Incredible.

I got something for you.

What?

You know, keep the glare out of your eyes.

Wow. Now you look the part.

[chuckles] And what part's that?

Part-Australian.

A Sheila.

[both laughing]

You really thought I'd driven off without you.

For a bit, yeah.

I wanted to say how much I liked your daughter.

I thought she was lovely.

Yeah, she's not so sure about you.

Well, she doesn't know me yet, does she?

[instrumental music]

Does she?

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]