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(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

(MUSIC PLAYS ON IPOD)

(MUSIC PLAYS ON BOAT RADIO)

(FOG HORN SOUNDS)

(FOG HORN SOUNDS)

(FOG HORN SOUNDS)

SONG: # Mmm, mmm, mmm

# Real dark and dirty

# Gonna get a little dirty, yeah

# I'm gonna get a little

# Dirty, yeah

# Gonna get a little dirty. #

Michelle, you know what this is about from the last four calls.

A cruiser has collided with a chartered ferry.

Ferry's hit the wharf. Number of casualties.

I will coordinate from the site. Call me.

- Have you got that extra air? - Yep.

Let's go, go, go.

(PEOPLE YELL AND SCREAM)

(SIREN WAILS)

MAN: Need more Spare Air down here. Down on the bank, yep.

- Heidi-ho. WOMAN: Where is everyone?

More space blankets.

CHASE: Pass him up. Lara, here, here.

Take my hand, sir.

(WOMAN YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

Someone help me! (GASPS)

Dean, 11 o'clock.

That's it, Jordan. I'll take her.

LARA: OK? Yeah.

Another patient coming out.

Can I have a space blanket down here, please?

The rescue boys are looking after her.

Your mum's gonna be alright. You right?

(SIREN WAILS)

That's it, mate. I got you.

That's it.

(MOANS) Oh, my foot!

It's alright. We'll get you some pain relief, mate.

I'm a striker.

Soccer's my life.

Alright, just keep this in your mouth. Deep breaths.

It's OK, it's OK. Take it easy. I've got you. I got you.

You OK? I think I'm OK.

Follow this line in, OK? If you get into any trouble, just yell out.

MAN: Help! Help!

Help!

Is anyone there?

Help!

Help!

- Hey, Chase, can you hear me? - Yeah, Dean, what is it?

I'm just gonna check around the back of the other boat.

Right, I'll keep feeding you line.

It's OK, mate. It's OK. I got you, I got you, I got you.

(WHIMPERS) What's your name? What's your name?

L... L... Lance Foster.

- My foot's stuck. - That's OK, Lance.

That's OK. We'll deal with that. Now, I'm Dean. Is this your boat?

- Yeah. - Is anyone else on board?

No, just me.

I'm gonna duck down and see what's pinning your leg, alright?

- No! - Need to have a look at your leg.

You need to let go. You need to let go.

- It's OK. - (WHEEZES)

Alright, Lance. Part of the guardrail's wrapped around your leg.

My missus is gonna kill me. I shouldn't be out here.

This is Rescue Swimmer 1 to Mobile Rescue 2. Do you copy?

(STATIC) Come on.

Chase, do you hear me? (STATIC)

Arggh!

I'm gonna have to swim back and get us some help, OK?

Hey, hey, hey, Lance. Hey.

I feel so tired.

Right, Lance, you been drinking?

I just had one nip.

OK, Lance, I need you to stay awake for me, OK?

Lance. Lance, I need you to stay awake.

- I'll be back in a minute, alright? - No, no. Please, don't go.

- What if I drown? - Lance, you are not gonna drown.

I'm not gonna let you drown, OK?

I'm gonna get you just to hang onto this for me. This is air.

Breathe through this normally if you have to.

Just hang on. I'll be back in a minute. Now, stay awake.

Stay awake, Lance.

VINCE: I've got three of my blokes in the water.

Come on. I'll take care of him. Just come with me, mate.

Where are you, Michelle?

Lara, give me the small wire cutters.

Come on, people, it's not a picnic. Get into it. Come on!

Deano, what's the problem?

I've got the skipper of the cruiser with his leg trapped.

He's scared but he's stable. Shouldn't take long to get him out.

Jordan, get out there with him. Help him.

Sure.

Let's go.

Jordan, over here.

- (GASPS) - You're OK. You're OK.

It's OK. You're right.

Jordan, help her back. I'm gonna head out to the skipper.

- Yep. - (GASPS FOR AIR)

Lance!

Lance, it's Dean!

Argh!

Hey. Hey, are you alright?

Looks like you got a bit of a bump to your head.

It doesn't look too bad.

I'm gonna put this on you. Just come with me.

Alright.

Just come and take a seat, OK?

I'm taking you to our triage.

Lance!

Lance, it's Dean.

Lance Foster, it's Dean.

Lance!

Just stay here. I'll be with you in a minute.

I need another crew here. Quickly!

Patient crashed. She's now code 2.

We need to ventilate and attach the defib.

She's arresting.

She's in VF. Prepare to shock.

Shocking now. Stand clear. (DEFIB BEEPS)

(DEFIB WHINES)

(THUD!)

(SUSTAINED TONE) Stand clear.

(DEFIB WHINES)

(THUD!)

(SUSTAINED TONE)

Stand clear.

(DEFIB WHINES)

(THUD!)

(SUSTAINED TONE)

She's in asystole. Flatline.

You got that adrenaline in yet?

Five, six, seven, eight, nine...

10, 1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

She's code 4.

That quick.

Brain bleed maybe.

Yeah, I guess.

She just went to catch a ferry.

Get a good look? Get out of here!

Lance!

Lance Foster, it's Dean!

Lance!

Sorry. I was at lunch.

Left my phone in the car. What's the status?

Could be worse. One deceased, one missing.

Dean's with the cruiser skipper

who's got his leg caught on a cable under the boat down there, but OK.

Remind me to put Detective Johnson's phone number in my speed dial.

I am allowed to eat occasionally.

Sure, but if I'm gonna do your job,

I wouldn't mind getting your pay packet.

- Are you in charge? - Uh...

I'm Marion Foster.

The police have told me that my husband's boat's been in a collision

but that can't be possible because he's at work.

Uh, there's a man who's got his leg caught down here.

He's identified himself as Lance Foster.

DEAN: Lance!

Is there a Lance Foster up there?

Deano, what's going on?

Did anyone bring in a Lance Foster?

No, we thought you blokes were with him.

(WHISPERS) Shit.

He's gone. What do you mean, "he's gone"?

I mean he's gone.

I left him out at the boat and I went back and he's not there.

Where is he? What's going on?

He'll be fine. Our people will find him, Mrs Foster. Don't worry.

Jordan, get in with Dean. I want this guy found.

Vince, get the CEO CON to get onto the local SES commander

and I want these banks scoured.

Onto it. Jack. Marchello. Rescue Special Operations.

SES have done a thorough search. 3-k radius.

There's no sign of him. Only the bank.

It's not good.

Tide's going out, by the look of it.

Could have dragged him anywhere.

Oh, don't say that. We'll never recover the body.

It's a mess down there. You can't see two feet in front.

What do you think's happened to him?

I don't know. Body could be wrapped around wreckage. Hard to say.

There's one more passenger missing as well.

Uh, male, 25 years of age, about 170cm.

Great, that's two missing. (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Eugh.

Yes, sir.

No, it's not looking good.

Her iPod was meant to go with her body.

He's gonna be moody for days.

Get him out of here.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Yes, sir, I appreciate that.

Right.

Ed Frazer has just had the Police Minister on the phone

wanting to know exactly what's happened.

There'll be an investigation before anyone can answer that.

Well, he's not talking about the accident.

He wants to know what's happened to Lance Foster.

You can tell him I don't know.

Look, I told you, he was there, his leg was trapped.

I checked him over, I gave him Spare Air.

When I got back, he was gone. That was it.

Michelle, if you think I screwed up then just say so.

Hey, nobody's saying that.

If he was drunk, he could've passed out.

I didn't say he was drunk, Chase. I said I couldn't tell.

He said he'd had one drink.

Well, you didn't tell me he'd been drinking. This changes things.

What? It's OK for me to lose someone as long as they've had a few drinks?

Hey, it's been a long day.

Alright. Go home and get some rest.

Yeah.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Ah...

Yes, sir.

No, we're not ready to do a media release yet.

Well, I suggest we wait until we know something.

Hey. You hungry?

There's this new pizza place down the road. We could share.

Oh, come on.

You know you want to.

You can't go past a beautiful chicken pizza

with a goat's cheese topping, bit of pesto.

I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding. We'll have your favourite.

Meat lover's deluxe. Meat with extra meat.

I know what you're trying to do.

So?

I'm not good company at the moment.

Oh, it's perfect.

It's fine. I don't mind.

We can just sit there like a quarrelling couple in silence

and just... eat meat.

Sure?

- Yeah. - Last chance.

The party boat disaster happened at 2:30 yesterday afternoon

as party-goers were making their way home.

One young woman has been...

- What if I drown? - Lance, you are not gonna drown.

I'm not gonna let you drown, OK?

Left him alone for five minutes.

Did everything you could.

... grave fears are held for their safety as police divers continue...

Bloody hell, he's still in there!

Mr 5:00am must have really tied one on last night.

Hey, Dad, do you want eggs or not?

- Told him he'd be OK. ...straight for the party boat...

Hey, Dad. Do you want fried or...

What?

(DOOR OPENS)

Scrambled eggs sounds wonderful.

(LAUGHS) Fiona likes hers fluffy.

Uh, this is Dean. This is Chase. This is Fiona.

- Fiona. - Hi.

I've heard so much about you both.

- Oh, wish I could say the same. - Fiona's an accountant.

Ah, son, you're doing bacon. That's good.

I have one hell of an appetite.

Uh, well, it's nice to meet you. I'm gonna put some clothes on.

What's up with you? What's with the big black cloud?

Nothing.

You two involved with that disaster last night?

Always amazes me how two bloody big boats can't see each other coming.

How long do you think that's been going on?

Dad and Fiona.

No idea.

She's hot.

What's she doing going out with the old man, then?

Don't know. He keeps himself in shape.

Look, maybe Foster got himself free.

Chase, his leg was pinned by a steel guardrail.

Which means he had to have got it out or he'd still be there.

Maybe he twisted it out.

Alright, Chase, let's just say he managed to twist it out, hmm?

And he managed to get free and then he managed to swim to shore.

Where is he now?

The police don't have a name for the girl who died.

- IPod girl? - Hmm.

Did she say anything to you that might help identify her?

- No-one's claimed her? - Not yet. No.

- Nothing at all? - No, she didn't say anything.

Oh, dear.

Lara.

Sir.

Breakfast television, Michelle.

Our latest cock-up in every house in Australia.

Would you like to run me through it?

(SIGHS)

I knew I bought some of this. Thanks for nicking it.

Someone has gotta know this girl. I mean, who took all these photos?

She's gotta have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or someone.

- They look like tourist shots to me. - But who was she with?

She could have taken that alone.

Yeah.

What else we got on here?

She's got a playlist... 'Saturday Night'.

Beyonce, Maroon 5, JT.

Hmm, 'Saturday Night'...

Yeah, I could just see her, you know?

She's getting ready.

She's checking herself out in the mirror,

deciding which dress to wear.

Yeah, she's single.

She's gonna go out and pick up a cute guy.

(LAUGHS) You get all that from a playlist?

So?

SONG: (ON IPOD) # So I could hear them play your song

# On the radio. #

And then she appeared in nothing but a towel.

(LAUGHS) A 30-year-old, a fox?

On a scale of 1 to 10, 11.

- How old's your dad? - He's 55.

Well, a lot of younger women prefer older men. It's the experience.

(GROANS)

Dean, I need you in my office.

Is he serious?

Well, bath robe, breakfast.

Ooh, next step, second wife, second family,

second house, second mortgage, second job.

Nah. Dad's not gonna want any more kids.

It's not a matter of what he wants.

How long did you leave him? What are we talking, 5 minutes, 10?

- No more than five. - Why the delay?

Dean was saving another woman who would have drowned.

Couldn't somebody else have done that?

You a one-man show?

With all due respect, sir...

This unit takes a large percentage of our budget for specialty training

so that people who are alive when we find them

do not die while they're in our care,

with all due respect, Michelle.

So you swam back to the jetty and you requested help.

That's correct.

Was that provided?

- I was late arriving. - Late?

I was having lunch.

What about your 2IC, Vince, uh...

- Marchello. - Good man, I hear.

- Well, yes, he did a great job. - In your absence.

- Do we need Dean for anything else? - Not at the moment.

OK.

Ed, if you're gonna take a swipe at me,

can you please do it when we're alone?

I don't like to be undermined in front of my team.

(SCOFFS) A bit sensitive, isn't it?

Send me a copy of the report when it's done.

I hear that you were running the show yesterday.

Uh, did my best, sir.

You know, head office are always looking for good people.

Tell you what, why don't you give my secretary a call?

I've got a resources meeting coming up. I think you should be there.

What about Michelle?

Oh, probably clash with a dinner date.

Do you reckon Dad would want any more kids?

Might give him a chance to get it right.

There's nothing wrong with us.

- What's up? - Found a body at the wharf.

HEIDl: Thanks, guys.

Thought the cops might have found something to match iPod girl

but nothing.

Here we go.

- Is that Lance Foster? - No.

No, it must be the missing passenger.

- Sorry, Dean. - Yeah.

That's him.

That's him. That's Lance.

Hey! Lance.

Oh, you are kidding. You have gotta be kidding me.

He was standing right here. He was...

Hey, there was a guy standing here with a blue cap, ye big.

- You guys see where he went? - You think you saw him?

I don't think, Lara. I saw him.

Wait up. Excuse me.

Were you just taking shots of all this?

- Yeah. - Can I just... Thanks.

There. That's him in the blue cap, Lance Foster.

- But you can't see his face, Dean. - It's him.

I know it.

Dean, you haven't had much sleep.

So now I'm hallucinating?

Look, you've seen the guy once, under water,

what, all of five minutes?

Michelle, it was him.

- You saw none of this? - No. But he could've been there.

- Why would he run off? - Maybe he's scared.

He might think he's to blame for the accident.

I suppose if he thought he was going to be caught and he's at fault,

he's not going to stick around.

Some crims do that, don't they?

Serial killers might, arsonists probably. Hit-and-run boaties?

Well, this boatie did.

The police checked his house, the hospitals, credit cards...

nothing, nada, no sign.

You mean apart from the fact that I saw him?

Alright, we're gonna tell the police,

but I want you to go home and take a break.

Fine.

Dean!

Hey, wait up.

What?

Look, Lara, don't tell me I need to rest.

What is it you always tell me?

We do what we can. We're not miracle workers.

Is that it?

- You want lunch as well now? - No.

Actually, I'm glad you're here. You can meet Fiona properly.

Uh, I just want to ask you a question.

Look, you're a boatie. Let's just say that you wanted to disappear.

How would I find you?

This about Lance Foster?

Listen, Dean, sometimes...

Dad, come on. Just answer the question.

Where would you go?

You wanna get to know a boatie in detail,

you gotta speak to somebody close to him.

- Well, we spoke to his wife... - No.

Like his boat mechanic or his fishing mates.

He was born in Drummoyne. Thanks.

Hey, I know the boat mechanic out there.

Oh, we boaties speak a different language.

I could drown!

You are not gonna drown. I am not gonna let you drown.

I'll be back in a minute. Stay awake.

No, no, please! Please don't go.

Hey, Dean, you're in luck... the mechanic knows him,

reckons he's got a shack up the Hawkesbury

somewhere near Two Fingers.

How long will it take to get there?

- Bloody big river. - Yeah, I can read a map.

Just how long?

You won't find it on a map, not called Two Fingers anyway.

Alright.

- I don't mean to criticise... - Then don't.

What's the point in all this?

I think Foster's alive.

Well, whether he is or not, son, you've done your job. Move on.

Yeah, I will, once I've found him.

No, I don't know a name. That's what I'm asking you.

Yeah, yeah, she was mid-20s, tall...

No, I don't know that she was a backpacker,

but she was carrying euros so it seems like a likely assumption.

OK, I'll hold.

Welcome to Bates Motel.

No name. Someone appreciates us. Ohh.

What's the chance of a soccer kid getting his foot crushed?

Do you remember that archer guy,

the Olympic qualifier who lost his arm in a car crash?

Hello? Uh... OK. Thanks anyway.

Why couldn't the soccer kid lose an arm and she lose a foot?

- Makes no sense. - Fate's little curve ball.

You know it's not fair, but there's nothing you can do.

Rescue Special Operations.

Yes, it's me. Hello, Jacqui.

Mmm. Uh, yeah, we'll sort it out.

I'll send someone over. Bye.

Jacqui Delaney.

Won't talk to the cops.

Reckons she knows something about the ferry crash.

(BOTH CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

Hello! Miss Delaney?

Do you smell that?

Miss Delaney!

- Are you there? - Miss Delaney, are you alright?!

Try the neighbours upstairs.

(GRUNTS)

(GAS HISSES) (COUGHS)

There you go.

(COUGHS) Jacqui?

Jacqui, my name's Chase.

I need you to take some deep breaths for me, OK?

It's alright. You're gonna be fine.

OK, here we go. Deep breaths.

Lara, I'm over on the balcony! I got her.

OK. BP's good.

Oxygen level's a bit below par, but not bad considering.

I, um... must not have turned the heater off properly.

We should get you to hospital, get you checked out.

- I'll call an ambulance for you. - No, please.

I'm fine.

Um... you called to tell us something?

About the ferry crash?

- Thank you very much. - Thank you.

Chase.

Her neighbour said she broke up with her boyfriend a couple of days ago,

said she's been really distressed.

I guess that's the real reason for calling.

We need to call the police, OK? We can't leave her like this.

Um, how about a cup of tea?

- You take sugar? - Two, please.

Hey. You OK?

Is there a friend or a relative we could call, maybe?

Your neighbour mentioned something about your boyfriend.

He's dead.

And it's all my fault.

It's OK. It's alright. Big breath.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR STEREO)

SHANE: That's five shacks so far.

We gonna check every shack between Pelican Bluff and Two Fingers?

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) If I have to.

Hello, sweetheart. No, we're still on the wild goose chase.

Prawns would be great. Yeah, I'll ask him. Alright. Bye, darling.

Fiona wants to know if you'd join us for dinner.

- No. - Why not?

I think she's keen to find out more about you and Chase.

Well, I'm sure you can fill her in on all the family stories.

Yeah, well, if you could follow it up with the police, Vince...

Yeah, we suspect a suicide attempt.

Yeah, we can't really do anything till they get here.

So what happens now?

I'm sorry, Jacqui. Now it's a police matter.

We'll wait with you until they come.

They'll arrange someone for you to talk to.

He said we'd be together. He said he'd leave his wife.

But then he changed his mind.

I told him to get out. And now he's dead.

Do you reckon you'll be missed when you die?

Nah, I don't reckon.

Maybe the footy tipping comp will suffer without me.

Nah, I don't reckon.

- Doesn't it bother you? - Why would it bother me?

You know, if you're dead, you're dead. Does it really matter?

Well, it matters to me.

Well, you know, I'm just saying it matters to me

that I matter enough to someone that they might notice if I wasn't there.

You know what I mean?

Sort of.

Well, if you don't have that, Jordan, then who do you belong to?

You may as well not exist at all.

Well, I'd notice.

- Really? - Yeah.

My towel would be dry, my deodorant where I left it,

the radio station tuned to what I like listening to

and there'd be no bloody Paddlepop wrappers stuck to my car seat.

That was Chase! I told him not to slobber all over everything.

DEAN: Hello!

Anyone here?

Oh, breaking and entering now.

The kettle's still warm, cereal in the bowl.

Can't be too far if the door was unlocked.

You wanna wait or move on?

Wait. (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

- Yeah, Chase. - (ON PHONE) Actually, it's Fiona.

Listen... about those invoices,

I'm missing September through October of last year.

Um, you know, actually I haven't had a chance to look, so...

No, that's OK. Whenever.

And are you joining us for dinner tonight?

I think I'm gonna have to pass on that. Thanks.

That was your girlfriend, or your accountant, or whatever you call her.

How did she get my number?

- I didn't realise it was classified. - Yeah, well, maybe it is.

You know, you're displaying the typical behaviour

of someone with post-traumatic stress.

(SCOFFS)

What, I don't want to be best friends with your latest girlfriend

and all of a sudden, I've got some sort of a disorder?

- Yeah? - Yeah, that's it.

Do you realise this girl's the same age as me?

- Do you realise that? - That's your problem.

What, you feeling threatened 'cause your old man

can still pull a good-Iooking chick?

Doesn't bother me. It's not my life you screwed over. It was Mum's.

Here's a thought...

maybe if you'd kept it in your pants, she'd still be here.

Maybe you shouldn't have screwed around. You think about that?

It was your mother's choice to leave.

She was the one having the affair. She left me.

- Bullshit. - For Richard Yates.

Hey! Hey!

Get up, get up.

Why'd you run, huh? You left the scene of an accident.

- Two people died! - Yeah, alright, alright.

I'm sorry, OK?

I'm sorry.

MICHELLE: You were meant to be at home resting.

Dean, well done.

That was Dean. He has found Foster alive and well.

- Where? - Long story.

I'm gonna call Ed Frazer right now.

Phoebe Gallane. Who's that?

Your iPod girl. French backpacker on holiday.

A friend ID'd her.

Oh, right.

Make sure you fill all those tanks.

- Someone did miss her, then, hey? - Yeah.

LANCE: I'm sorry, Dean. I really am.

But when I saw all that damage, I freaked out.

I needed to clear my head.

Needed to sober up, more like it.

And what were you doing back there this morning?

- Hmm? - What?

You were there this morning, in a blue cap. What was that?

Not me.

And I was not drunk.

Lance, you could hardly stay awake.

Yeah, alright, I was foggy.

Two women hammering at you day and night.

- That's understandable, isn't it? - Two women?

Yeah, well, there's no fool like an old fool, right?

You tell yourself at first it's just a bit of fun.

He's married, it's not serious.

And then, you know, pretty soon you don't want to cook for yourself

in case he's coming over.

I take it your wife didn't know.

I'd be speaking in falsetto if she did.

Jacqui and me just clicked.

I wanted a date... an exact date...

for when Lance would leave Marion.

- Lance? - Lance Foster?

Your boyfriend's Lance Foster?

He was my whole life.

I said it wasn't going to happen. Tears, shouting, the works.

I didn't want Lance going home after me and having it off with his wife.

I had no idea he'd go out on the boat.

I couldn't face Marion.

Lately, this whole situation's made me feel sick in the gut

and I'm losing my hair and...

So you went out on the harbour for some peace and quiet?

Didn't plan on running into a ferry.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt all those people.

I just tranquillised his drink so he'd go to sleep when he got home.

Are you saying, Jacqui, you drugged Lance?

I crushed sleeping tablets and put them in his coffee.

Dean, you're not going to believe this.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, it seems that you might not have been entirely to blame.

VINCE: So are you back in the good books with Ed?

MICHELLE: Not my idea to hold a press conference.

No, he wants us there... show of support for Marion Foster.

PR exercise, more like.

Well, Vince, sometimes that's what the job entails.

Has he offered it to you yet?

No.

No, he... he... he mentioned a... What do you call 'em?

...a resource meeting that I should attend, but that was it.

I don't blame you, you know. It's the way he operates.

Undermines who he wants to get rid of while he butters up a replacement.

I think you're reading a bit too much into it.

Well, get ready to look over your shoulder.

Drugged by the mistress, hey?

It's a bit severe.

Yeah, unlike you. You got off pretty lightly, didn't you?

I told you the truth.

You don't want to believe it... don't believe it.

Know what? You're a real piece of work, Dad.

Mum wasn't having an affair with Richard Yates.

She didn't meet him until later.

That's what I told you. I didn't want you to think badly of her.

Yeah, right.

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

Right, get him on his side. Get him on his side.

(CONTINUES GASPING)

Yeah, Vince, it's me.

I've got an unconscious male, early 50s.

He's breathing, he's got a weak rapid pulse.

I need a helicopter to my car's location.

No, I don't think he's going to make 30 minutes, Vince.

No, it's at least an hour by road.

It's 10 minutes across the water to Stokes Point.

If you have a car waiting... five minutes to St Catherine's.

Alright, change of plans, Vince.

Get me an IC car to Stokes Point jetty, Avalon. We're 10 minutes away.

- Hey, look at this. - Alright, Lance.

What did he say? Hair loss, stomach pains?

Looks like the mistress might have ground up more than just sedatives.

Dean, yeah?

Hang on, what? Say again.

Hold on.

Jacqui!

You got to tell me exactly what you put in Lance's drink.

I told you... sleeping pills. What's happened? You said he was OK.

This is really important.

If we don't isolate the poison, Lance could die.

Poison? What poison?

That bitch.

MICHELLE: Mrs Foster.

I... I understand you found my husband.

Yes, alive.

Mmm.

But not well.

I need the truth, Marion, and I need it now. What did you give him?

MARION: I poisoned the cheating bastard. He deserved it.

SHANE: Floor it, son. He hasn't got much time.

In a bizarre case, Marion Foster,

wife of missing skipper Lance Foster,

was arrested today for attempted murder.

Lance Foster, who allegedly was the cause of Tuesday's boating disaster,

was also drugged by his mistress Jacqui Delaney.

I still don't get it. Didn't the mistress confess?

No, all the girlfriend did was spike his coffee with sedatives.

She didn't want him to get it up for his missus.

And the wife was poisoning him with his health drink.

What's not to get?

Double-psycho women. Poor bastard.

He was the one who was cheating.

Oh, come on! Arsenic?!

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, so, Mum was already getting it on with Richard?

Yeah, well, that's what Dad said.

Well, that makes sense. I came home once and found them in the bedroom.

They told me he was fixing a blind, except he was in his jocks.

You know, sometimes I really worry about you.

Come on, I was 10 and it was a heatwave.

Yeah, either way, Dad should have told us the truth.

Why worry about what happened 16 years ago?

This veranda's a big job. I'm going to have to set these posts.

I got the quote from that concreter.

You changed your mind.

Well, I thought you could do with a hand with the McKenzie job.

We were just saying it's a big job.

Shane, you want to give us a hand?

That's alright. I can help.

Thanks.

You were right about Lance Foster.

Yeah.

But that might not always be the case.

What's your point?

You can't just go travelling around the countryside

every time you lose someone.

I didn't lose him.

Bye, Phoebe.

We got a call-out.

So come on, then. What are you waiting for?

Theme Song: # See them crawling

# Their faces on the ground

# My heart keeps jumping

# I want to stay around

# Now they can't hear me

# I ain't too young to die

# But before I let you take me

# You gotta look me in the eyes

# I'm gonna get a little dirty

# I'm gonna get a little dirty

# I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah

# I'm gonna get a little dirty, yeah. #