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♪ I've been waiting ♪

♪ For the longest time ♪

♪ Thoughts been weighing ♪

♪ Heavy on my mind ♪

♪ Can nobody save me ♪

♪ This time ♪

♪ River, please don't take me ♪

♪ Alive ♪

♪ Ah-ooh, yeah ♪

♪ My time is coming, coming ♪

♪ Ah-ooh, yeah ♪

♪ My time is coming, coming ♪

♪ My time is coming, coming soon ♪

[ Vehicle door closes ]

[ Switch clicks ]

JAY: Constable Davis.

FRAN: Yeah.

It's got no head.

We get big tides up here.

It was a full moon.

King tide last night.

That body could have been dumped anywhere out there.

Tides washed it in here.

Who found the body?

Wayan.

He's a local.

He works around here, catching crabs.

In his pots.

So he's not a suspect, then?

Wayan? No.

No, he's harmless.

Go see for yourself. That's his camp up there.

Franny'll take you.

Why'd it take you so long to get here?

I got shit to do, Detective.

Well, it must be important.

I've got an understaffed station to run.

A town to look after.

Yeah, well, it's just gonna have to wait.

Excuse me?

I've got a crime to solve.

I've driven all day to get here, Sergeant.

I need you to focus.

[ Vehicle door closes ]

Did you see or hear anything

around about the time you found that body?

Crocodiles barking.

Fish jumping.

Mosquito buzzing.

Alright.

If you think of anything or remember anything,

you let me know, okay?

You want crab? To take home?

Yes, please.

JAY: You're new to this, eh, Constable?

FRAN: Yeah. You can call me Fran.

You want some of them crabs?

What, you don't like crabs?

Can't be.

You must be the first blackfella I've met who don't eat crabs.

JAY: Any missing tourists reported in town?

FRAN: There's no missing middle-aged whitefellas.

It's mostly black teenagers that go missing around here.

What about tensions in town?

Conflicts, fights?

There's pension day card game conflicts.

Nothing too exciting.

Head up this way and then take a left and go around.

MAN: Keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming.

Who this mob coming?

Different car.

Here, give it here.

OSCAR: Fine flash car there.

FRAN: Want to come meet Oscar?

OSCAR: Hey, look out, now.

Big boss lady coming this way with her boss man.

Can't be.

Can be.

What now, daughter girl?

You bring feed for Uncle?

You gotta share it.

Always.

What do you think I am?

Hey, you been fishing out at Daby's Point lately?

Nothing, no motor car.

Fishing off jetty.

FRAN: Well, you know anyone who's been out there lately?

Any families fishing? Charters?

And who this one, Mook-Mook Eyes?

This your husband?

FRAN: Hey, you wanna pull up there now, Uncle.

This is Detective Jay Swan.

And where you from, Detective Jay?

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

-FRAN: Hello? -I'm not from here.

We gotta go. Boss wants to talk.

If you hear about anything out there,

you let us know, eh, Oscar?

MAN: Hey, come on, now.

-[ Indistinct talking ] -Deal 'em out.

So how do you reckon he chopped his own head off?

Pissed. Fell overboard.

-Decapitated by the motor. -[ Owen laughs ]

FRAN: You really think that's what happened?

No.

But even with a murder, sometimes it's not murder.

This looks like a message.

Revenge. Love. Drugs.

Any theories, Owen?

Not at this stage.

And at what stage do you think you'll have something?

Look, Detective, this isn't Sydney or Melbourne, you know.

This is a small town.

A few drunks, bit of grog running.

Bit of gunja, you know.

It's like a town where after work,

a bloke might have a few too many and belt his wife.

And that's okay by you?

OWEN: I'm sorry to disappoint you, Detective.

We don't have drug cartels here.

Are you sure about that, Owen?

Because with a little bit of help,

drug cartels become part of a community.

They become part of the economy.

You know what?

I reckon you can figure this out by yourself.

Whatever, but...have to wait till the morning.

Pathologist doesn't work this late.

This is a homicide investigation.

Get him on the phone.

You serious?

About a year ago, there was a lot of ice moving through town.

Big freeze, people reckon.

Families busted up, fighting, stealing.

JAY: And what happened?

Well, it all stopped after a big bust of a meth lab out bush.

Wasn't 'cause of Owen's deadly police work.

Anonymous tip.

After that, no more drugs.

It's like someone flicked a switch.

[ Owen speaking indistinctly ]

PATHOLOGIST: Chances of survival

after you've had your head removed aren't good.

Deep, clean cut.

Boning knife, I reckon.

He didn't go down easy.

He put up a fight and then he was thrown to the fishes.

Any idea who he is?

No. But there's a tattoo of a bull on his inner left arm.

Could be a prison tat.

PATHOLOGIST: There's old burns on his hands.

The kind chefs get.

Or meth cooks.

Mm.

Found these in his throat.

JAY: Did he swallow them?

No, somebody shoved them down there.

What type of pills are they?

PATHOLOGIST: Don't know.

I haven't seen them before.

PATHOLOGIST: We'll send them down south with his prints.

If Sleepy Hollow here's a meth cook like you say,

he should have a record.

Shouldn't take long.

[ Up-tempo music playing, indistinct conversation ]

What are we looking for?

Who's that?

I'm goin' to bed.

[ Door closes ]

FRAN: The prints on the body came back positive

for a Clarry Stewart.

Did time for drug possession and supply.

JAY: He a local?

FRAN: Yep.

JAY: Any family?

[ Door opens ]

FRAN: We're making inquiries about Clarry Stewart.

This is his last known address.

Yeah?

FRAN: And you are?

Kayla Daniels.

FRAN: You're Clarry's partner?

Have you got any family or friends that you could call?

Why?

No.

I-I can't let you do this.

[ Voice breaking ] I'm not gonna let you do it.

-FRAN: I'm sorry Kayla, but -- -KAYLA: No, I can't!

I can't! I'm not gonna let you do it!

[ Sobbing ] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

[ Sobbing ]

Oh, no.

[ Sobbing continues ]

I told him [Sniffles]

Told him whatever he was into, he just needed...

...he just needed to get out of it.

But he wouldn't listen.

[ Sniffles ]

That's why I kicked him out.

I knew they were bad people. They just reeked of it.

Who are these people?

[ Scoffs ]

Are you mad?

If they did that to him,

what do you think they're gonna do to me?

Or my kids?

You tell me what I need to know,

and I promise you I'll protect you --

You can't -- You can't promise me that, okay?

They're bigger than you. They're bigger than everyone.

Oh. [ Sniffles ]

Can I see him?

You don't want your last memories of him

to be in the morgue.

Clarry was in the water a long time.

[ Sobbing ]

He was a good dad.

He was a --

He was a prick, but he was a good dad.

Who was Clarry working for, Kayla?

This is the day they're supposed to spend with him, you know?

They've been bugging me about it all day.

"Where's Daddy?" What am I --

I mean, what am I supposed to tell them?

You're worried about your kids. I know that feeling.

Tell me who Clarry was working for.

You just don't know them.

Yes, I do.

Okay?

I've come up against this mob before.

I know what they're capable of.

When someone gets in their way, they deal with them.

You don't want to get in their way, Kayla.

I haven't gone against them. I haven't done anything wrong.

If you can't help me, then I can't help you and your kids.

[ Children playing in distance ]

If I could pull the trigger, I would.

The...

The shit that Clarry was caught up in

was from the -- the Westside Trucking Yard.

Some bloke called Dylan was giving him a hard time.

[ Sniffles ]

Clarry thought that he could sort it out,

but, I mean, they're dogs.

Just...

I want justice, okay?

I want justice for my kids, Detective.

MAN: Hurry up, mate! Hurry up!

JAY: Emilio Gordon?

I know you?

I don't think you do.

Where you from?

JAY: Just making inquiries about an employee of yours.

Clarry Stewart.

-Does he work here? -Not anymore.

Why's that?

Dunno. You'd have to ask him. He's the one who quit.

When was that?

EMILIO: While back.

Why'd he quit?

Dunno, mate. As I said, you'd have to ask him.

JAY: Well, I want to speak to one of your other employees.

Dylan Lindwall.

Dylan, eh?

[ Engine rumbling ]

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Scraping ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

I don't know what kind.

Too hot to go digging around.

-Mad whitefella. -PANSY: Yeah.

Come to our country, and what?

Sit out in the sun all day.

Big mob shade there.

Your mob mother kind, but good way.

[ Trowel clatters ]

[ Sighs ]

OWEN: My baby.

150 horsepower, 120-liter fuel tank.

Flared bow, smooth as.

Take her anywhere.

Creeks, oceans.

Present to myself for the big ice bust.

I'm counting the days, Detective.

Two months' time, and I'll be fishing every day,

just me and her.

What's the story with Westside Trucking?

-What you looking for? -JAY: Emilio.

Emilio Gordon? Oh, yeah.

Done well for himself.

Built that trucking company up.

How?

Hard work.

And what about Dylan?

OWEN: Dylan?

Yeah, be careful.

Hasn't been here long.

Doesn't like people looking at him.

Tends to knock 'em out.

You're welcome.

Hey!

[ Engine starts ]

Fran says you told a witness you knew who the killer was.

Said you were tracking him.

Any time you want to share information, Detective.

You wanker.

AMOS: I am the big -- I'm the boss man here.

LEONIE: She was digging out past the fence line.

She's playing you, Amos, but you're too stupid to see it.

-AMOS: You shut up. -[ Siren wails ]

-LEONIE: But you're nothin'. -AMOS: Oh, you rubbish.

You don't know what you're talking about.

-Go on, get. -[ Vehicle door opens ]

Go on!

Biggest mob troublemaker, Leonie.

Rubbish one. You should piss off.

Who made you sheriff, old man?

You're nothing but a Jacky-Jacky.

And that professor there, she your mission manager.

FRAN: What's going on?

LEONIE: I'll tell you what's going on.

This old man's a sellout.

Sold his hole and his people.

Hey, look here. Nobody the boss of me.

I'm the boss here.

You, you got no man. Nobody want you.

-Got no kids, nothing. -FRAN: Leonie!

-Lock her up! -LEONIE: For using a portaloo?

-Come on! -Shame job.

Hey, you gonna do it, Mook-Mook?

-What's your name? -LEONIE: Come on!

-Amos. -Put that rake down, Amos.

-Get your hands off me! -Stop! Stop.

-JAY: Now. -LEONIE: Him. He's the one now.

-I'm Sandra. -I'm allowed to be here!

Professor Sandra Elmquist, Banks University.

Detective Jay Swan.

-Are you a real police officer? -FRAN: Come on.

-JAY: Depends. -LEONIE: Let's go!

-Depends? -FRAN: Just calm down.

Depends on what you think a real police officer is.

Who that Rhinestone Cowboy?

He your captain?

SANDRA: I've done the right thing.

Consulted with the traditional owners.

Received permission from the Land Council.

-But you can't please everyone. -LEONIE: That piece of paper

might talk for your Jacky-Jacky here,

but it don't talk for me and it don't talk for my country!

And we're back. There you go.

That's what I gotta put up with.

This dig is of world historical significance.

We believe there are artifacts buried here

that date back at least 70,000 years.

But the big spring tide's around the corner,

and if we're not done by then, this will be lost forever.

And Leonie is not helping.

LEONIE: I'm onto you.

Bring your little Michael Jackson glove hands

over here and we'll smash.

Hey, listen, if you step across this line again,

I'll arrest you.

That might not be such a bad thing.

[ Laughter ]

Alright. Don't stress.

I'm going.

All good.

SANDRA: Thank you.

LEONIE: Ah, guddias getting their way, as usual.

Look at her. Look at her over there.

Yeah, you'll keep, Amos.

JAY: What was that all about?

FRAN: It's a sit-down vigil protesting against the dig.

Flares up sometimes.

JAY: I want to check something out.

I'll drop you off at the station.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

MARY: And you put, like, a bullet hole.

-SIMON: Did she tell you that? -MARY: She told me that.

Is it true?

SIMON: I was such a bastard.

MARY: [ Laughs ] Oh, my God!

SIMON: I know it was such an unkind thing to do.

I thought it was funny --

Hey, how you going?

Can I help ya?

JAY: Yeah, I was looking for Emilio.

SIMON: Oh, he's long gone, mate. He's nine to five.

Simon.

Jay.

I'm like a caretaker. I live at the back here.

Do a bit of driving if he needs me.

You two know each other?

You could say that.

Jay's my ex-husband.

Small world.

Yeah, it's a small world.

So what's Emilio done wrong?

Who said anything about Emilio doing something wrong?

SIMON: Well, in my experience, unless it's a death knock,

why else does a copper come knocking?

So when did you get out of the force?

Long time ago.

Why'd you leave?

I needed a less complicated life.

Why are you still in?

Long story.

SIMON: There's plenty here if you want to join us, mate.

Yeah, nah, he's too busy.

Yeah, no, I'll pass.

Maybe another time.

-You alright? -MARY: Fuck!

I'm sorry.

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Mozart's "Vesperae Solennes De Confessore" playing ]

♪ An old man stands on the hill♪

♪ He's praying to the gods above♪

♪ Praying for rain to come♪

♪ The land is dying♪

♪ The rainmaker♪

♪ Mr. Rainmaker♪

♪ Save this land♪

-♪ As the old man --♪ -[ Music stops ]

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Indistinct talking in distance ]

[ Lock clicks ]

[ "Rainmaker" resumes ]

♪ The rainmaker♪

♪ Mr. Rainmaker♪

♪ The rainmaker♪

♪ Mr. Rainmaker♪

[ Music stops ]

[ Grunts ]

Can you see me?

Yeah, I can see you.

Oh!

[ Groans ]

I know you.

And I-I know you can see me.

And I know you did it. You know you did it, don't ya?

Which way did he go?

Huh?

[ Mozart's "Vesperae Solennes De Confessore" playing ]

[ Clinking ]

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

[ Cork pops ]

Ahh.

FRAN: That's my cousin, Zoe.

Missing. Say she disappeared.

You don't think so?

No.

I was away at boarding school when it happened.

Listen, don't tell your boss

what I say to a witness in private.

Do you understand?

[ Door closes ]

Sorry.

OWEN: Someone here to see you, Detective.

JAY: Yeah, we've met.

Kayla asked me to come and ID the body.

Kayla.

Yeah, it's him.

Bull tattoo. Got it in Kuta.

Glad she never saw you like this, mate.

He was your source?

SIMON: Yeah.

We looked after each other for a while.

I left the force. Uh...

Didn't see him till a couple years ago.

Bumped into him at the pub.

He looked good.

New family.

Kayla and the kids just sorted him out.

No more drugs.

Did a bit of fishing.

Poor bastard.

Who'd he hang out with?

No one, really.

Kayla told me that she'd kicked him out.

But he wouldn't tell me what it was about.

You have any idea who may have done this to him?

But I'll help you get the pricks.

LEONIE: You're standing on blackfella land!

It's my land!

SANDRA: But you've destroyed all my work.

-You know how much you -- -AMOS: Hey, hey, hey, hey, whoa!

Hey, look now!

Crazy woman. Hey, get off her!

LEONIE: This is my mother's country!

Leonie! Leonie!

Stop! Stop!

[ Gunshot ]

SANDRA: Ohh!

Too good there, Mook-Mook Eyes.

You wanna tell me what's going on?

Protecting my land. My people.

Yeah, what kind. Lock her up.

Stay here.

You alright?

SANDRA: Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

-What started all this? -All this?

That one there now.

She started this. Something wrong with her head.

Digging up family.

They breaking the law. You should arrest them.

We are trying to rewrite history.

Your history.

And you're destroying it all.

LEONIE: I know my history.

I don't need you or anyone else trying to dig it up,

write about it, or put it in a museum.

This your country, too.

-Which lore you stand for? -You're under arrest.

Put your hands behind your back.

You gonna do this?

Put your hands behind your back.

AMOS: Yep.

[ Handcuffs click ]

Good job. Get now.

What's going on here?

What's happening with this girl here?

Leonie? Hey!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Door closes ]

FRAN: There's a chair there.

Sit.

I suggest you sit back down in the seat now.

[ Chair creaks softly ]

What now, Detective?

Causing trouble.

Allegedly.

OWEN: No worries. Thanks.

Ahh, come on, you.

What are you doing?

That was Professor Elmquist on the phone.

She doesn't want to press charges.

Yeah, but wecan.

You can't arrest your sister, Franny.

And let's not mention you discharging your firearm.

Told you, Detective.

Allegedly.

See you at home, Mook-Mook Eyes.

Love ya guts.

[ Door closes, paper rustles ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Click ]

[ Slow music playing]

[ Vehicle door closes ]

Oh, fuck.

How are you, Jay?

Good.

You?

I'm really good.

How long you hanging around?

Depends.

On what?

My work.

Yeah, I should have guessed.

Why didn't you tell me about Crystal?

What about Crystal?

JAY: I got a message from her.

You could have told me she was going away.

God, you got some cheek, fella!

Oh, so now you've come back here

to start being a dad again, have ya?

What about a month ago? What about six months ago?

What about when you brought Crystal back

from Patterson a year ago, and then you disappeared,

like you been doing for 20 years, Jay.

Shame job.

Yeah, shame job.

You still could have told me.

[ Mary scoffs ]

Did you ring her?

You gotta earn the right to be a father, Jay.

Can't just demand it when it suits you.

Who's your friend?

Oh, really? You wanna go there?

You a little bit jealous, Jay?

Well, his mother's a patient.

That's how we met.

He's very funny. Makes me laugh.

It's none of my business.

You're right it's none of your fuckin' business.

I'm settled, Jay.

I'm happy.

And you've got no idea how hard it was to get out of that place,

but I did it.

I came here for a fresh start, no baggage.

And for the first time in a really long, long time,

I can see where I'm going.

And I like it.

And I wanna hold on to that feeling.

I like that feeling.

And I don't want you here to fuck it up.

I've been holding on to some of your shit

in case you ever showed up.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Motorcycle engine revving ]

[ Engines revving ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Engine revs ]

[ Engine shuts off, click ]

[ Heavy metal music playing]

Yeah!

So why'd you run?

Only guilty people run.

Innocent till proven guilty.

We can do this all day if you like.

Unless you want to tell me what happened to Clarry Stewart.

Not my problem, Detective.

JAY: Thought he was your mate?

Hardly knew him.

-I heard you threatened him. -That's a load of bullshit.

I helped him out. I got him a job.

-JAY: Now why would you do that? -'Cause he was a mate.

I thought you said he wasn't your mate.

I got you for evading police,

and now I've got you for possession.

You know, Clarry was found with drugs jammed down his throat.

So why do you think someone would do that?

You're the detective.

JAY: It's a warning.

They wanted Clarry to be found.

Say what you like. I didn't cut his head off.

Who said anything about Clarry having his head chopped off?

You did.

Face the wall.

Kick your shoes off.

Turn around.

Back up.

[ Handcuffs click ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Picture thuds ]

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

[ Children shouting ]

WOMAN: Come on, youse, run amok.

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Mozart's "Requiem in D minor" playing ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]