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Bruce Beattie threatened you?

Well I did sort of sneak into his office.

I'll swap you.

It turns out the Mayor approved all Glen's permit applications

for the past six months, including Stanton House.

So?

Without the Committee.

What, you think he was on the take?

Well it doesn't give him motive to kill Glen Holland.

No. But this does.

Bribery, Mr Beattie.

That's ridiculous.

You were personally approving permits and grants

to Glen Holland for cash in hand.

Which is why you broke into Mrs Blake's house.

You were looking for these files.

Well you've got no proof for any of this.

We have a letter here to you from Glen

reneging on your deal for the Stanton House

and discussing your private financial agreement.

The man was off his rocker.

Every application I ever approved was completely above board.

Well given that this is a murder investigation,

gaining access to your bank accounts will bear that out.

Murder?

Take him to the cells.

We'll hold him 'till we get a search warrant.

It won't take long.

Wait. Stop.

I needed the money.

You were on a very good wicket for a long time, Bruce.

But my daughter wasn't.

Who do you think paid to set up Brenda's stupid bloody nursery?

What about Evan Butson?

Who?

His mother works for Town Hall.

Did she overhear something? Find something?

She tells her son and he tells the police!

Look, I told you.

I took the bribes, but I never so much as laid a finger on Glen,

or this Evan bloke.

What about the night both men died?

What do you mean Beattie has an alibi?

We have a confession from his mistress.

A mistress?

And a complete lack of surprise from Mrs Beattie.

Oh.

Well maybe he didn't murder them.

But what about Brenda? Or Don Roper?

Maybe her father called in a favour?

What about Jack Stanton?

You seem to have given him a free pass.

Do we have anyone else?

We have enough on our plate right now, as I'm sure you do.

Maybe I could go and visit Don Roper and...

No.

Jean, you've been a tremendous help,

but I think it's time you left this to us.

Constable Crowe, get me the address for Roper's Nursery.

Geoffrey.

It's the Edgar Allen Poe fan.

What's that you're reading?

It's about the future.

There's a disease and vampires.

Ugh! Any good?

Ah, alright.

I thought I'd loan you this.

Ray Bradbury?

Oh, you'll like it.

Trust me.

I expect it back.

Nothing worse than someone who borrows a book

and doesn't return it.

I'll take care of it, I promise.

That's a pretty impressive bruise you've got there.

Geoffrey! Time to come in!

Mr Roper, how about a cup of tea and a chat?

Of course, Superintendent.

You're serious?

I told you, I don't want your help.

I know, but maybe you need it.

You want me to be your housekeeper?

Amy, you're a smart girl.

You know things need to change. I don't want to judge you.

But you will.

Alright, look.

Take the job, don't take the job, it's up to you.

I smoke.

I'm sure we can find an ashtray around here somewhere.

Don't mind the odd drink.

Nothing I haven't seen before.

You're just doing this as a favour for Mum, aren't ya?

In part, yes.

But also because I remember a time

when I felt like I didn't have any options,

and someone offered me some work when they didn't have to.

I can't do Saturdays.

And there's no way on god's green earth

I'm washing the Super's smalls.

Hey! Private property!

Sorry.

Go on, bugger off!

Jean, what are you doing?

Two parents died.

Survived by two children.

Mrs Blake.

Mr Carver.

What are you doing here?

I'm not sure I should answer that.

What are you doing here?

I suppose I was curious.

About the places in the articles.

Worried you'd started something, perhaps?

Well it is a lovely day to be out.

Two people have died, Mr Carver.

But I suppose that sells newspapers, doesn't it?

Enjoy your lovely day.

Hmm, it's for a good cause.

You know the story of a whirlpool at Sommers River,

the one they said was responsible for those drownings?

Mmm?

I don't think it's strong enough

to drag down one struggling teenager, let alone two.

I don't think it ever was.

Oi! Oi!

That's the amount of suction you need to drag something under.

Are you saying that Steve Whelan did drown those two kids?

Perhaps his best friend went in first.

Maybe they'd had a fight, about the girlfriend, perhaps.

Whatever it was, that poor boy was struck,

knocked unconscious, fell in, and after that, Steve panicked.

He had to kill the girl, too.

No witnesses.

Do you think this Steve has it in him to kill someone in cold blood?

I think we're all capable of almost anything,

given the right circumstances.

Including killing Evan Butson?

Let me go! You're lucky I didn't shoot you.

This is police brutal... Arghh!

Listen, that's enough.

You're not keeping me in there. Ow!

Nice and easy. Just sit down inside, please.

Whelan put up a hell of a fight, boss.

He kept saying the whole thing was a witch-hunt

and that we were lucky he didn't shoot us

the moment we set foot on his property.

Ah, very smart.

Two people have been murdered and he's threatening a police officer.

Ah, Super, not two, three.

We found another body.

And where did you examine the victim, sir?

In the bathroom, down the hallway.

Her doctor found her.

Diana called him.

She was jumping at shadows.

She thought perhaps she was hearing things.

The water was still warm.

She'd probably only been dead a few minutes before the doctor arrived.

She was undergoing some unorthodox medical therapy?

Psychedelics.

And marijuana, all in the same week.

There's fingertip bruising again.

Someone grabbed her by the ankles,

lifted her up until she was fully submerged and...

Held her there until it was over.

I'm guessing the basin was broken in the struggle.

Ah, sir?

The police found signs of forced entry.

She'd obviously run a bath and the killer took advantage.

The official cause of death is drowning.

There was a significant amount of magnesium sulphate

in her lungs and stomach contents.

Epsom salts?

Yes. There were empty boxes in the rubbish.

And, there's something else.

Some coarse, fibrous material in the water

I haven't been able to identify.

Looks a bit like hair.

Jean.

What are you doing here?

- Oh. - I called her.

Alice and I were talking with Diana just a few hours ago.

Who authorised this?

Matthew.

You know I'm involved with this case, ever since...

Just wait a minute.

Ever since you asked for my help with Maggie Butson.

I've tried to do this nicely, Jean, but now I'm telling you.

I need you to go home.

Why? Because I'm a woman?

I'm good enough to break bad news to a bereaved mother,

or search the Mayor's office for you,

but as soon as it comes to something like this...

NO!

You're not Lucien.

Matthew!

I'll leave you to it then.

Doctor Harvey.

We just moved him up here.

I don't understand.

Where could he have gone?

You're not supposed to be here!

There he is! Stanton!

Get out! Get out of my house!

Just calm down!

Someone grab him. Come on!

Now!

Argh! Argh!

Get him out of here, Hobart!

Argh!

Alright, come on!

- Arghh! - Why'd you go back to the Stanton House, son?

Jack!

Really, Doctor?

It's gonna be alright.

Now what happened?

Arghh! No!

I'll ask you again.

Why did you go back to the Stanton house?

Because he thinks it's his house.

Except it isn't, is it, Jack?

Your fingerprints identified you as John Ellis Mueller,

not Stanton.

What about Steve Whelan?

We got nothing from him.

Besides, he was in a cell at the station

when Diana Zurvas was murdered.

We had to let him go.

ARGH!

Bloody hell!

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Get off me!

No no, no no, don't! Don't!

Are you alright, Mr... ?

Er, Russell. Yeah, I'll live.

I'm fine, by the way.

Let's get you back to your bed.

I was going to hang these up before he got home.

I owe you an apology.

At least you said his name.

Nobody else does anymore, at least not to me.

You lose someone and for months,

everyone walks on eggshells around you.

And then one day, they just expect you to get on with your life.

Just like that.

But they never say his name, as though that's what'll break you.

As if using his name is the one thing that'll remind you

that he's gone.

Not the empty space in the house, or... this room.

Or the waiting.

Jean, it's been eight months.

The likelihood of him coming back is...

I know.

But every time the phone rings, or I hear someone at the door...

... I hold my breath.

Yeah, me too.

May I?

I don't talk about him much. Makes me angry.

Why?

Well, he was the one who decided to take these private cases,

decided to travel and decided to go to Sydney,

and he was the one who chased that lunatic

up to the top of that bridge.

Yes, he did.

He had everything he ever wanted, but it wasn't enough.

He wanted bigger challenges, larger spotlight.

We weren't enough for him anymore.

That's not who he is.

That's not why he did it.

He'd have wanted me to look after you.

Matthew, I know I'm not a policeman.

I know I'm not Lucien.

But I can do this.

I know this town better than anyone,

and if there's some way I can help these people,

or the ones left behind... then that's what I have to do.

Evan, Glen and Diana, whatever the connection is,

I just can't see it.

You will.

We will.

Goodnight, Jean.

Have you been up all night?

Oh, I got a head of steam going.

Right, you'd better walk me through what you've come up with, then?

Yes.

Diana Zurvas hadn't left her house for over a decade,

- making her a sitting... - Chicken.

Very funny. It's clearly a duck, amidst unorthodox treatment.

Treatment Alice says was working.

Mm.

Glen Holland, real estate magnate, wanted to buy the Stanton House.

Dodgy operator. Several suspects.

Including the Mayor of Ballarat.

Yes. Don and Brenda Roper.

Motives mainly financial.

Evan Butson, found with marijuana.

Good job, dedicated to his community.

Loved his mother.

But not connected to any of these stories whatsoever.

Well he's the exception.

A good place to start.

Ah, Amy.

Maybe I'll go and put the kettle on.

Good idea, Matthew.

White with two.

If you're offering.

You two need to learn to get along.

There's a fair bit to do in here.

Yes. You'd better get started then.

Now adjust the focus here.

Oh.

This fibre from the jacket looks identical to the fibre

in Diana's bathtub, I think.

It is, you're right.

Matthew.

- Oh, I'm sorry... - No, beg your pardon.

- So is this the sample you found? - It's coconut fibre.

Really?

Yes, builders used to use it in mortar and plaster board.

So it could be from any old house.

We do know for certain it was in the ceiling where Jack was hiding.

Matthew, let me speak to him.

He'll talk to me.

You've got one hour.

Jack. Jack?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure you were alright.

Jack, is there anything you wanted to tell me?

Yeah, I'd kill for a cup of tea.

Russell, do you mind?

Oh yeah, help yourself.

Would you like another one?

No I'm good, thanks.

Two sugars.

Now if I undo this, you have to promise to behave.

Jack, somebody else has been killed.

A woman called Diana Zurvas.

Do you know who that is?

How would I know her?

Because she was in the paper a few weeks ago, and so was your...

... your house.

Jack, why did you go back there?

My Mum took me there once when I was little.

She told me we didn't need to be scared, the ghosts were our friends.

It was our place.

She's dead now.

I haven't seen this before, either of them.

Are you sure?

Even if I had, it wouldn't make a difference.

Just because he can't read doesn't take him off the table.

The first chance Jack had to escape,

he went straight back to the Stanton House.

If he did murder Evan, where did he hide the weapon?

We beat the bush around that place for a country bloody mile.

- The hospital's there. - Yep.

Diana's house is there and the Stanton place is there.

You sure?

That is a pretty big detour for a killer with no motive.

No, thanks.

Super, that was the War Office.

Don Roper wasn't just Infantry in Korea.

He was a sniper.

We'll pay another visit to Mr Roper.

Poor kid. Gets sick, loses his hearing,

and it turns turns out his father might be the killer...

Matthew.

Geoffrey didn't lose his hearing due to illness.

Give it!

That's enough!

He started it!

I don't care who started it.

You boys had it coming.

Two on one, is that fair? Is it? Hey?

Here, retard!

Take your stupid book!

Deaf Geoff! Deaf Geoff!

He's got no friends left!

Don't you touch me!

- Geoffrey! - Geoffrey.

Geoffrey!

Geoffrey!

I... I'm... I...

I'm really sorry about your book, sir.

I'll replace it.

I promise.

Not your fault, son.

You did nothing to deserve any of this.

And I'm gonna make sure it stops.

Now hang on a tick. What are you insinuating?

I'm not insinuating anything.

What I'm saying is that your son is not afraid of policemen or doctors,

but you are.

If you took Geoffrey to a doctor,

someone might see those bruises and ask how he got them.

How dare you.

That's why he went looking for Evan,

after he found the body in the Stanton House, and not his Dad, right?

I do not beat my son.

No. You don't.

But your wife does.

It wasn't measles that cost your son his hearing, was it Brenda?

Hmm?

His medical records suggest that he'd been struck!

That woman out there had no right to tell you that.

Is that for me?

- Yes. - Thank you.

Why would I beat my son?

Because you're just like your father.

Happiest when punching down.

And you, you turned a blind eye because it's her father's money

that's keeping your business afloat!

No.

No, the Scoutmaster, Evan, I, I thought it was him.

That's why I went on the camp.

Is that why you killed him?

I wouldn't have used a bow and arrow in the dark.

I'd have taken my rifle and shot him point blank.

Come on, son.

Geoffrey.

I'll be visiting in the next few days

to discuss that book that I lent you,

if it's alright with Mr and Mrs Roper.

Alright.

I'd have taken my rifle and shot him.

Big man.

You were lucky he didn't shoot us

the moment we set foot on his property.

I think you might have been right about something all along.

Ohh!

Oh! Argh!

Argh!

Ow! Ow! Arghh!

What happened?

- I've been shot. - Up you go, gently.

Oh, you'll be alright, Mr Whelan.

Did you see where the shot came from?

From over there.

See, I told you someone was watching me.

He's extremely lucky.

The arrow missed his femoral artery.

We've extracted it. He's resting now.

I thought we had him.

I think we still might have.

Isn't that a trefoil head?

The same kind that killed Evan?

Yes. And there's something else.

It's a simple question, Steven.

Do you own a gun?

As a matter of fact I don't.

I've got very sensitive hearing.

That's funny, because I heard that you threatened to shoot my officers

if they so much as set one foot on your property.

The wound on your leg, Mr Whelan, is actually two wounds.

The first, where the arrow didn't go in far enough

and the second on almost exactly the same spot.

Everyone underestimates the force needed to penetrate skin and tissue.

Do you think I stabbed myself in the leg with an arrow?

It's not an arrow, it's a crossbow bolt.

If you were shot by a crossbow in the fleshy part of the thigh,

even from a hundred feet, the bolt'd go clean through your leg.

I've been reading up on toxophily.

Someone shot me!

It must have been the same guy that shot Evan.

It's the same kind of arrow.

Yes, it was.

But that is a detail that was never released,

was it, Superintendent?

Now, I'm guessing if I did authorise a search

that we wouldn't be able to find that crossbow in your house.

But the bolt in your leg?

Its fletching has very faint traces of a second blood type.

And we're betting that it's Evan Butson's blood.

You told him too much that night you went drinking,

down at the pub

about what really happened at the river.

He was gonna tell the police.

He would have told everyone.

All those years trying to hide what I did, trying to forget it.

And now it's ruined my life anyway.

And what about Glen and Diana?

What about them?

Oh, I had nothing to do with their deaths.

Why would I lie to you now?

Another one?

Oh, thank you, Cec.

Have there been any more complaints?

Ma'am, I will resign before I ever ask you to leave.

Is everything alright?

We found the man who killed Evan Butson.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Yes it is.

But it means whoever killed Diana Zurvas and Glen Holland

is still out there somewhere.

I don't know what to do, Cec.

Jean. Jean.

You learnt from the very best.

I've spoken to all the suspects.

I've look at all the evidence.

I've even searched all the sites.

Oh, I'm sure you were very thorough.

Maybe not thorough enough.

Fancy seeing you here.

Mr Carver.

Look at that view.

You can see almost all the way out to the Jimmenholly Farm.

You been to Lovers Lane before?

Yes, I was here yesterday.

I thought the killer might have been here.

It's just you and me for the moment.

Oh.

What have you found?

Someone's got a sweet tooth.

What is it you're looking for, Jean?

I need to go.

I don't care where it's gone! That uniform is your responsibility!

Where's Russell?

Jean.

Call the police!

Tell them Jean Blake asked them to come.

Are you sure about this?

The coat that he left behind with the stains.

They're Epsom salts.

And what do you propose to do if we find him?

What do you mean?

I mean, even with one arm, how are we supposed to stop him?

Argh!

Argh!

- Jean! Oh! - Alice!

Ow!

- Are you alright? - Yes!

Chief Superintendent!

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm fine. No, I'm fine.

Ah, security guard.

He was wearing odd clothing.

Jack was right.

Well, read him his rights, Constable.

He's out cold, boss.

Well you could use the practise, son.

Russell Payton-Smith,

I'm arresting you for the murders of Diana Zurvas and Glen Holland.

Er, Jean, we can do this later, if you'd like.

No, I'm fine.

So what do you need?

Well why don't you take us through it.

Russell.

Russell murdered Diana's boyfriend back in 1951 in Lovers Lane.

He left town.

But because she could only remember a man with a hook,

Russell escaped without detection.

Until the stories from The Courier were reprinted all over the country,

saying that she was beginning to remember what happened.

Russell arrived back in town

to get rid of the one witness that was left.

But he needed to find the right time to kill Diana, and until then,

he didn't want anyone to see him.

So he hides out in the one place he thinks no one will look.

The Stanton House.

And Glen Holland was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Once he killed Glen Holland, he needed a new place to lay low,

so he camps out by Lovers Lane.

Which is where I first ran into him.

Hey! This is private property.

Then later that night,

he drowns poor Diana in her own bath.

But he slips on the water on the floor.

He shatters the basin and his own arm.

Probably sat there for a while wondering what to do next.

And then he saw the bowl of mints

and his sweet tooth got the better of him.

The bowl of mints, the string of lollies,

the empty sugar bowl on the tray.

He can't help himself.

Russell came back to Ballarat for one reason only: to kill Diana,

to hide what happened all those years ago.

But every time he tries to conceal what happened, something goes wrong,

just like Steve Whelan.

Will that be enough?

The coat with the Epsom salt stains belonged to Glen Holland.

Russell took it after he killed him.

And if Alice runs tests on Russell's clothing,

she'll find coconut fibres, I'm sure of it.

Ah, this was in Glen Holland's coat.

It's addressed to you.

This is why he wanted to meet you at the Stanton House.

Well well well, look who we have here.

Gentlemen.

As I'm sure you're aware, Mrs Blake,

club rules clearly state that when a...

The Council knows about your bribes, Bruce.

And about your plans to acquire the Stanton House for yourself.

Glen wanted me to have this.

It's your letters to him.

Bit of a waste of time, really.

Jack Mueller actually is related to the Stanton family

on his mother's side, so he will be inheriting the house.

Mrs Blake, you're hysterical.

No, far from it, actually.

And by the way,

I'll be petitioning the club board to make some changes around here.

They will never allow female members.

I wouldn't worry, Bruce.

You won't be part of the vote.

One LAST drink, sir?

Television.

Makes it more real, doesn't it, seeing it all?

It's the way of the future.

I'm told congratulations are in order.

Two murderers caught, three cases closed, all in one day.

Well, at least the families have some answers now.

That's what all of this was about the whole time, wasn't it?

You're one of the orphaned Finchley children.

What gave me away?

The maths.

And Jimmenholly Farm.

No one's called it that for 30 years.

You were right.

I used the other articles to hide the one story

that I wanted answers to.

I'd take it all back if I could.

It can't be undone now.

I know I've no right to ask this, but for now,

if you could keep this between us, then...

I won't tell a soul.

I've spent my whole life wondering what happened that night.

I suppose that's something you and I have in common.

Unexplained loss.

Martin, a little advice if I may.

You can spend your whole life focussing on the past.

Or you can look forward.

Be grateful for the people you have and the time you have with them.

Goodnight.

... to be said for the repose of

the soul of the first Roman Catholic President, a devout man

from a devout family.

Amy.

Decent first day?

Not bad, I guess.

You'd better hurry.

Dinner's ready.

That's way too much food for three people, if you ask me.

Mrs Blake, the fence is done.

She's not pretty, but she'll hold.

Thank you, Peter.

You'd better go and wash up. Dinner's on the table.

I've asked Peter to join us for dinner.

You can, um, stay if you like.

Thanks. I've got plans.

There.

This looks amazing, Mrs Blake.

Yes, I think Amy might be trying to show me up.

Ahh!

Plans change.

Yes, I thought they might, so I set you a place.

Pull up a chair.

Ah, a toast, to Jean and Alice, for making Constable Crowe and I

look only reasonably ridiculous today.

To good food.

And good friends.

Stop smiling.

Leave him be, Matthew.

Come on, dig in.

Matthew?

Thank you.

Get our beets first.

Drumstick for you, Alice?

Thank you.

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