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I was hoping if I could, uh,
get my engagement ring back. Oh.

Running away from something
doesn't mean it's over.

That ship has sailed to
calmer, kinder waters.

Look, the rest of the team, they do their
bit, whether you like it or not.

So will you.

Uh, what is this?

That's for patrol
at the football.

Welcome to the team.

(MEN CHEER)

Constable Clarkee.

Just wanted to return this.

Let's see if it still fits.

(OVER PA) Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome again to Dolphin Cove Bowls Club

for today's part of Bushranger matches as
Dolphin Cove take on visitors Red Bluff.

Ladies, your match will
now commence upper green.

Down on the lower
green, it is tied at 20,

and the match has come
down to the last 10.

How are we tracking?
Can't read the scoreboard.

Tied. 20.

Last two bowls.

It's down to Ted and Artie.

Come on, Teddy.
Come on. Go, Dad.

Come on, mate, you got this.
MAN: You got this.

MAN: Come on! Let's go.

(APPLAUSE) Yes!

Good one, Dad.

Oh, I think your husband
just clinched it for us.

WOMAN: Let's go, Artie.
Bring it home, Red Bluff!

MAN: Come on, Red Bluff.

(BLOWS)

MAN: Onya, Artie.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIM,
SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

MAN: Righto, we're gonna need
the measuring tape for those.

Hey, wait a minute!

He slack-lined it.

He's doing me out of the game.
I beg your pardon?

Well, just look at it.
You got the string off centre,

trying to make it look
like mine's further away.

Well, that's out of line.

Typical Bushrangers,
robbing me blind.

Never in my life.

How dare you!

Dad, your heart. Settle down.

How dare YOU.

We'll be reporting this.

You should be chucked
out of the league.

You always have been a
cheat, Ted Haddon.

(PEOPLE GASP)

That's enough! That's enough!

That's enough, Ted.

Should do you for
assault as well!

Oh, s... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Show's over!

Dad...
I'm suspending this match.

No result.

Inside for drinks.

We could all stand
to cool down.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah! Woo hoo!
There you go, Rita!

Another snap of the real
winners for you all!

MAN: There were no winners.
The match was abandoned.

A bit livelier
than usual today.

I'm so embarrassed
you had to step in.

I don't know what
came over me.

No, we all wanted
to give him a clip.

Look at them acting
like they own the place.

Alright, everyone.
Last drinks.

I better get a lager for
my worthy opponent, then.

And one for you, young fella?

I don't want
anything from you.

Fair enough.

Better get one for
yourself, then, sweetheart.

Come on, Teddles.

No hard feelings.

(CHUCKLES)

Bottoms up, buddy.

Mitts off!

I've said a million times,
no-one touches Bill's gun!

Alright, alright, alright.

Come on, fellas.

Let's go.

Don't know how Bushranger Bill could
shoot anyone with that old piece of junk.

Pow, pow!

Catch you on the return
match, Bushrangers.

You're right?

Oh, yeah.
Just a bit of heartburn.

Look, I can finish up
if you want to head off.

Oh, no, no, no. It's fine.

(GUNSHOT)

What was that?

I don't know.

Did you hear that?

Where did it come from?
It was just outside.

You...
Just stay behind me, everyone.

What on earth...
We don't know.

(SCREAMS) Oh, my...

You should know that
the boss is here.

Shocking. As a witness.

Scene secure.

The other witnesses are
ready for their statements.

So still can't quit bowls.

I don't want to quit bowls.

I hate bowls,
and I am quitting forever.

That was...
That was you, isn't it?

I'm competitive, McKenzie.

Is that a crime?

Is this why you said no to barefoot
bowls for our Christmas party last year?

I said no because I don't
enjoy playing with amateurs.

She IS competitive.

Moving on.

So, big game?

Yes, the bushranger match.

That's what we call it when
Dolphin Cove plays Red Bluff.

Named after him?

Bushranger Bill.

You're on the site of
the Black Tuesday siege.

He was... He was smaller
in my old schoolbooks.

Legends have to
grow, my dear.

Wow.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah. Uh, where's the body?

The green. Yeah, no, no, no.

Stay.

And wait to be questioned
with the other witnesses.

Victim is Arthur O'Farrell.

Everyone called him Artie.
65 years old.

Left the club at 3:25pm.

Gunshot heard by five
witnesses at around 4:10pm.

Look here.

Exit wound. Yeah.

Bullet?

Uh, haven't found it yet.

So if they angled it, since the exit
wound is 3cm higher than the entry...

Based on the position of the
body, roughly... here?

Mm-hm.

Bang.

There.

I'll get a ladder.

So, is the victim
a regular opponent?

It was a surprise
to see Artie here.

Why is that?

He was a late fill-in.

Ted saw his name on the
team sheet this morning.

So you knew him?

Yes, we all did. I didn't.

Senior Sergeant Strong.

Oh. Um... Uh,
the first time I met him was today.

Artie grew up
in Dolphin Cove.

He used to play for the club.

Until we threw him out.

And when was that?

Years ago. 40.

Or thereabouts.

Why? He's not really
Bushranger material.

We're an honourable club.

And he wasn't honourable.

If you'd seen his behaviour
today, you wouldn't need to ask.

What happened today?

He accused me of cheating.

ARTIE: You've always been a
cheat, Ted Had.

It was a straight up lie.

Look, I... I'm not proud of my behaviour,
but I am not and never have been a cheat.

Ted's not a volatile man.

He's staid, predictable,
no fire in him at all.

I... I just mean...

he's not capable
of shooting anyone.

Thank you, darling.

Typical Artie O'Farrell.

Trouble, that whole family.

His father was
endlessly broke

and forever trying to scheme
people out of their dough.

And Artie was even worse.

There he is, with the rest of us before
he left the club, looking as smug as ever.

I don't like to speak ill of the dead...
Then don't, Gran.

OK, can you all talk me through
your movements this afternoon?

Artie and his team,
they leave at 3:25.

Just after the bar closed.

ARTIE: Let's go.

POW, pow!

Except he must have come back.
Did any of you see him?

And then you
heard the gunshot?

Definitely.

Where were you? In here.

Who else was with you?

No-one.

I was just in the
kitchen, cashing up.

OK.
I was taking the rubbish out.

Ted?

Uh, I was in the men's.

Bit of a funny tummy.

Just a few odd jobs.

Oh.

I can get it.
I'm up here now.

Hmm.

So how did you pull
up after the game?

Oh, you know, boys tied one
on like you wouldn't believe.

Did they?
You should have seen me.

I was an absolute mess.

I did see you.

What?

I gave you the ring back.

Do you have forceps. When?

Well, now, if you could.
Oh, yeah.

The ring.
When did you give it back to me?

After the game.

Oh, that checks out, yep.

I woke up fully dressed
and found it in my pocket.

Do you really not remember
me giving it to you?

I don't even remember
you being there.

Really? Really.

Like I said,
I'd had quite a few.

Something?

That does not look
like a bullet.

It's a lead ball.

From an old gun.

No-one knows
where he ended up.

But Bushranger Bill was never
seen in Dolphin Cove again.

Oh.

That's fascinating.

Excuse me!

This gun's been fired.

That's not possible.

Grandpa welded
up the nipples.

Sorry, what do you mean?

It's how you stop
it from working.

This gun doesn't
fire anymore.

At least that's what
grandpa always said.

Well, it was fired today.
But not while I was here.

Because I was standing just right
here when the shot was fired.

Was the gun still
on the wall?

Yes, yes, because I just straightened
up this photo right here.

This is the lead ball that killed Artie,
and this is the gun that fired it.

But it was on the wall
when Artie was killed.

Then how did the killer use this
gun to murder Artie O'Farrell

if it never left the wall?

So Artie was shot at 4:10...
4:10.

And he left at 3:25.

We need to establish everyone's
movements up until that time.

Oh, everyone was in and out.

So everyone had immediate
access to the gun.

But no-one took the gun off the
wall, I would have noticed.

OK, according to one witness,
no-one took it off the wall.

Well, they didn't. Sorry...

I think you need to...

What?

Go home.

Oh.

Mackenzie,
I'm the senior sergeant.

Yes, but you're also a witness in a murder
investigation and a potential suspect.

(SCOFFS) Careful.

Go home until we clear you.

Don't worry, boss,
I'll keep them in line.

By which I mean I'll follow instructions
and provide a full report upon your return.

Could anyone else have
come into the club?

The main gate was
locked when Artie left.

Is there another entrance?
BOTH: Lovers' Lane.

What's lovers' lane?

Oh, come on.
Even I know about Lovers' Lane.

Oi! I'm going, I'm going.

Seriously,
what is Lovers' Lane?

How do you know about this?
Everyone our age knows.

It's where kids went to, you know...
What?

Oh. Hence the name.

Oh.

So you two...

Oh...

OK, here we go, then.

Whoa!

Is it his?

Yep. Arthur O'Farrell.

And he bought it
two weeks ago.

This is where he came back in then.
It's still wet.

Get Reggie and Felix to look
for blue paint on their search.

Yeah.

OK, so he leaves after an argument on the
green, but goes back only to be murdered.

And somewhere in between
someone chucks paint on his car.

I'll get my kit.

Colin, hang on a tick.

You were out with Glenn after the
football, weren't you?

Celebrating my best
mate's 300th game.

Absolutely.

Sweet Lord above.
I cannot keep up with those lads.

I mean, I've put a fair few away in me time...
but they're animals.

So he was, he...
He was a bit tipsy.

You mean completely
leathered?

He told me he passed out on
Frankie's dog bed when he got home.

Reckons he might have fleas.
(CHUCKLES)

(PHONE RINGS)

Absolute shambles.

Felix, I need you and Reggie to
look for blue paint on your search.

This one's Mal's.
Mm. Anything?

Half an empty can
of energy drink.

Blood donor card.
Ah, good for him.

Not the energy drink,
that stuff is poison.

But no paint.
No, Rita's either.

Just a couple of old
Bush Ranger Bill badges.

Oh, can this place just
get over Bushranger Bill?

No, he's great.

He's Dolphin Cove's
very own Robin Hood.

He stole from the
rich, gave to the poor.

I mean, is that really so
criminal, Felix?

Technically, yes.
Oh, come on.

This is where Bill held
off 12 coppers on his own,

then disappeared, but not before...
Delivering £10 to every household.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Not every household
is all I'm saying.

What, do you mean Bushranger
Bill shafted your family?

Not just mine.

You know, all the whitefellas all
collected £10 back in the day.

Yeah.
And all of us missed out.

I'm... sorry, Felix.

You know,
his partner was a blackfella.

Ah, really?

Yeah,
that's what my nan reckons.

But Bill gets all the flashy hero
paintings with his epoxy gun,

and I reckon they touched
up his beard as well.

Oh with his suspiciously luscious, like...
(LAUGHS) Yeah.

You see that? Hmm?

Blue paint! Good find. Yes!

(MOTOR WHIRRS)

Turn that off, please.

It's a bit loud, sorry. Mmm.

Missing these?

Looks about your size.

And that matches the colour of the paint
we found tipped all over Artie's car.

What are you talking about?
I-I didn't mess with his car.

And it matches the paint
on your cuff just there.

OK, I threw the
paint, but that's it.

I-I didn't kill him.

So Artie insults your
dad, you get angry.

You want payback.
But it wasn't just the insulting.

Dad's got heart troubles.

He had a bit of a turn at my
birthday a couple of weeks ago

and spent a night
in hospital.

They gave him the works.
He's not supposed to get revved up.

So you confronted Artie?

He caught me throwing the paint
in the car park, but that was it.

Then he got in his
car and drove off.

He didn't say anything about you
putting paint on his brand-new car?

Not a word.
That was the end of it.

Yeah, what, you just...
You left it at that?

Yeah, I-I went straight
back to the club.

To take the gun off the
wall and go and find him?

No.

I messed with his
car, but that's it.

I... I came back to the club,
and the next time I saw Artie

was when we found
him on the green.

Dead.

Here's what we know - Artie O'Farrell
and Ted Haddon had a stand-up argument

over allegations of cheating.

Artie then left the club at 3:25pm,
and Mal Haddon poured paint all over his car.

Artie then returned to the club
using the disused rear entrance of...

Lovers' Lane. Yes, thank you.
Thank you.

He came back in and was shot
dead on the green at 4:10pm.

We don't know who had
a motive to kill him,

and we don't know how the
killer managed to shoot him

when the murder weapon was on the
wall of the clubhouse at the time.

OK. First principles -
background check on Artie.

He ran a fishing business
over the years in Red Bluff.

Didn't do too well,
he filed for bankruptcy last year.

Yet he bought an expensive
car two weeks ago.

Record?

Uh, effective rate
of 80% in B grade.

He's known as the
southpaw of the Bluff.

And that's why they say never trust
a lefty on the green. (LAUGHS)

Police record.

Oh.

Sorry.

Other than the
bankruptcy, he's clean.

I've got the club financials
for you to go through, Felix,

and Rita sent me this
photo from today.

Um, there's Artie with
the gun behind him.

The gun that no-one saw
move, but somehow was fired.

It doesn't make sense.

There is, um... There is someone
else who is in the clubhouse

who had access to the weapon.

She is a potential suspect.

Until we find a
way to clear her.

Leave it with me.

Can I come too?

I'd buy tickets
to see that show.

Mack.
Hey, what are you doing here?

I thought your
mum might be here.

Family dinner night?

Unless that's changed.

Mum hasn't changed her
routine since 1992.

(CHUCKLES)

I gotta warn you, though,
I would not say she's enjoying being on the bench.

Oh, what else is new?

Alright.

I'll go get her.

Come on in.

Hey, Mum.

Mum, are you in here?

Oh. Hey, Mack.

Um, make yourself useful
and grab me a strainer.

Oh, no, no. Other...
Other drawer. Sorry.

The other one next to that.
OK.

Amazing, thanks.

Are you here for dinner?

I'm doing carbonara,
and we have wine.

No, just, uh,
here to clear Phil.

Oh, I thought you were here
to take my badge as well.

You know,
I can't place you in the clubhouse.

You were on your own.
Mm. Stacking chairs.

Yep. OK. How do I prove it?

CCTV? Doesn't cover
all the entrances.

And a mobile phone trace,
it wouldn't be targeted enough.

You called 000?

Yes, but that was
after we found Artie.

(SMARTWATCH CHIMES)

Mm, you've done your steps.
Well done.

Since when do you wear a smartwatch?
Well, I got it for her birthday.

Yeah, it's actually very good.
Yeah, I told you.

Yeah, but does it have GPS?

Yeah. GPS, steps, heart rate monitor,
even does her swimming for her.

So you can track
her movements.

Prove that she never
left the clubhouse.

Yeah, easy. It's on the app.

Yeah.

You know,
unless you took it off

and then you'd be able to move
around wherever you liked.

But it wouldn't register
a heart rate if she did.

But I want it back.

I need it for my
laps in the morning.

Yeah, will do.

Fancy that.
I'm not a murderer.

Look at that.
Best present ever.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Sorry Daisy held you
hostage for dinner.

Yeah.

I expect the ballistics report
tomorrow as compensation.

Can do. Mm-hm.

You should... You should go
easy on the wines tonight.

You don't want to end
up in the dog bed again.

I told him that in confidence.
Do you have fleas?

I don't have fleas.

I have a minor skin
irritation from the fur.

OK? Gross.

Not my tidiest
performance overall.

No, no, it...
It definitely wasn't that.

I can't believe I embarrassed
myself in front of Constable Clarke.

I'm on the waters
from now on.

Constable.

What?

You called me Constable.

After the football, you...
I was wearing Felix's stripes.

So what?

So you remember
calling me Constable,

but you don't remember putting a
ring on my finger 15 seconds later.

Had you going, didn't I?

Of course I remember, Mack.

You do?

It wouldn't be the first dumb thing
I've done after a few beers, would it?

No.
I'm sorry, I was embarrassed.

Let's just pretend
it never happened.

It never happened.

See you tomorrow.

How come no-one knows about
Bushranger Bill's mate.

Midnight Mo?
Was that his name?

Nah, no-one really knew his name.
They didn't even bother to learn it.

That's what I called him.
Midnight Mo.

Yeah.

Nan said that they fell out over the
split and went their separate ways.

But Bill wanted
Midnight Mo's gun back,

you know, reckoned he bought
it, he should keep it.

Midnight Mo rode
off into the sunset.

You know,
they never saw each other again.

Really? Wow.

Oh.

Thank you.

Finding those shoes, that was...
Yeah, that was great work.

Oh, it was no big deal.

You're too good to be in
one stripe for much longer.

OK. Make sure you're not.

I will. Thank you.

Yay!

Oh, here she is. Oh!

Yay, woo, woo, woo!

Alright,
that's enough of that rubbish.

OK, so where are we at?

CCTV.

Only covers the front
of the clubhouse.

Everyone in and out,
just as the boss said.

Hang on.

Didn't Helen say she was
taking the rubbish out?

Uh, yep.

I was taking the rubbish out.

Well, she hasn't got
any rubbish with her.

When does she come back in?

Here. And then she goes
back into the clubhouse.

And she throws
something in the bin.

One sec.

There you go.

So what is that?
Is it like a ticket or something?

Did we go through the bins?

I bagged them,
just need sorting.

Well, let's get into it.

I'm not criticising,
Mackenzie,

but before you came back,
we never had to dig through rubbish.

Is this an old tyre?

Yeah, it looks like it.

I got it. Really?

It's a note.
What does it say?

"Our spot, 4pm."

Does it say who it's from?

Artie.
That's his handwriting.

COLIN: "Our spot"?

Artie and Helen were
having a relationship?

Once upon a time, yeah.

Why didn't you tell us?

Tell you what?
That we went out 40 years ago.

It was nothing.

He and your husband come to blows over
a bowls match... That was so silly,

as if there's some great
rivalry between them.

But Artie and I were over long
before Ted was on the scene.

Yet 40 years later,
he writes you a note and you come running.

Was it really nothing?

No, it wasn't nothing.

What happened?

We were in love.

Well, at least I was.

I wanted to marry Artie and spend
the rest of my life with him.

Why didn't that happen?

One night... he just left.

No explanation.
He just disappeared.

That must have been awful.

(CHUCKLES) It's
probably for the best.

Mum was happy, at least.
She was never a fan.

In all this time,
you never contacted him?

Never asked him
what happened?

Well, he didn't want me.
What else was there to say?

I met Ted, we got married,
and then there was the baby to think of.

Sorry...

can you say that again?

I met Ted, we got married.

There was a baby to think of.

Artie leaves 40 years ago,
Ted has his turn at Mal's 40th recently.

Southpaw of the Bluff.

They're both lefties.

Artie's Mal's
father, isn't he?

(QUIETLY) Yeah.

And he never contacted you?

He didn't know.

No-one did.

He never told Mal or Ted?

No.
This is my secret to hold.

Ted's given his life
to me and to Mal.

He's a good man. I was...

I'm lucky to have him.

Even if he's not
what I imagined.

When did you find the note?

After the game.
He left her for me by the register.

You must have wanted answers.

Yeah, well, of course I did.

He shows up,
makes trouble with Ted,

he's playing games, you're
angry, so you go to your spot.

I could never kill
him, I loved him.

I think I always loved him.

So, yeah, I waited for him
by the Moreton Bay fig.

I shouldn't have
gone out there,

but I needed to know what my life would
have been like if it was different.

How do you forgive someone
for leaving like that?

I didn't forgive him.

I just wanted closure.

The Moreton Bay fig.

That was your spot.

But he didn't show.

Again.

And now I'll never
have answers.

Shut the front door.
So Mel is Artie's son?

Well,
surely that changes everything.

Artie, being back is a
threat to Helen's marriage,

relationship with her
son, strong motive.

Hmm.
Only if she's being honest

about nobody else knowing
that Artie was Mel's father.

You think she's
protecting her family?

Possibly.

And why didn't he
show up to meet her?

And if the meeting place is here at Moreton Bay
fig, what's he doing on the green?

Probably watching
the poor woman cry.

I'd shoot him too.

Oh, Regina.
No, I call it as I see it, Phil.

Still, it comes back to the gun.
Even if Helen did shoot Artie,

the gun was on the wall the whole
time that she was waiting for him.

FELIX: Mackenzie. Hmm?

I think you're
gonna like this.

So I'm going through the club
account, and look, two weeks ago,

$25,000 transferred
to AO Boating.

AO? Adults only?

No, no.

Arthur O'Farrell.

Any sign of that
money in his account?

No, but we didn't know he kept
his business account open.

COLIN: So he got paid off by
someone at the bowls club.

And then he bought a new car.

Who's the club treasurer?

(LAUGHS) Pull the other one.
Why would I ever pay Artie a cent?

To get rid of him.

But I hadn't had any contact
with Artie for decades,

until he suddenly turned up yesterday
and started calling me a cheat.

Didn't he used to
go out with Helen?

Oh, years ago.

And he did a runner.
Pathetic.

She hasn't even thought
about him since.

Did you know that he was
Mal's biological father?

What? Says who?

Says Helen.

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS) You alright?

Artie's.

Of course he is.

She really never told you?

No, detective,
she never told me.

It's a lot to process, but we need to
know what you sent Artie money for.

(SIGHS) I told you,
I didn't send it.

You're the treasurer.
You have access to the money.

That's not how things work.

Those titles don't mean anything.
We all pitch in.

We all have access
to the accounts.

Does Mal know?

I don't think so.

Please don't tell him.

Just give me some time.

I don't feel good about that.

I had to ask.

A piece of information that could just
destroy a family, and we just tell him.

It feels so mean.

It's murder.

It's always mean.

Ballistics. And?

I can confirm
without a doubt.

Bushranger Bill's gun
is the murder weapon.

How is that even possible?
That's one for you guys to answer.

Gunshot residue test came back.
They're all clear.

Oh, OK.
Well, this visit was helpful.

Hang on.

Uh, there's a set of
prints on the weapon.

Whose? Rita di Stefano.

Here we go, then. Huh.

I'll ring you with
anything else.

Great. Great.

Great. Great.

Yeah.

Well, I'll go then.

Cheers.

Oh. Hello, detectives.

You've missed bridge
club, I'm afraid.

Your prints are on the
Bushranger Bill gun.

Of course.
I'm there every day.

Cleaning, organising.

I even mowed the lawns
till Mal took over.

My fingerprints
would be everywhere.

OK, so why did we only find your
prints and not the Red Bluff players?

Because I wiped the gun down
when we were packing away.

Those Red Bluff reprobates had
their grubby fingers all over it.

You didn't mention that
when we questioned you.

You want me to list every
tiny thing I do around there?

When it comes to a murder
weapon, yes.

Well, I didn't know it was the
murder weapon when you asked me.

You paid Artie $25,000 last
week, didn't you?

(SCOFFS)

Where would I
get $25,000 from?

From the club accounts.

You said it yourself,
your fingerprints are all over the club.

Does that include the books?

What reason would I have
to send money to that man?

Did you know he was Mal's father?
Not until an hour ago... (PHONE CHIMES)

when I heard from
a devastated Ted.

Poor, Mal.
What's he going to think?

The phone records,
Artie's mobile.

Hmm.

So Artie called the
club two weeks ago.

Do you know why?

No idea.

Well, he spoke to someone
for over four minutes.

Any idea who? No.

Bloody Artie O'Farrell.

Still causing trouble
from beyond the grave.

There's no way to tell
you who he spoke to,

but I dug around those
dates, and I found this.

The day before Artie
called the bowls club,

there was a transaction from Mal's
credit card at Gary's Coffee Shop

in Red Bluff,
which is about 50m from Artie's house.

He went and saw Artie? Why?

Mal's 40th. Ted had a turn.

Dad's got heart troubles,
so he's not supposed to get revved up.

So... Spent the night in
hospital, had bloods, the works.

That's what Mal said.

Felix, can you fetch the
contents of Mal's locker for me?

Yep.

You people are unbelievable.

I've just found out my
whole life is a lie,

and now you think one
of us is a murderer?

Just found out?

Yeah.

You didn't go to see
Artie two weeks ago.

You got a coffee from
Gary's in Red Bluff.

It's a long way to go for a coffee,
and a pretty average one at that.

Is it because of this?

This is a blood donor card
dated from two weeks ago.

We found it in your locker.

My guess, you decided to give
blood after your dad's heart scare.

Do the right thing.

Then the blood types came back and
you realised you couldn't be his son.

Am I getting closer?

He's O type, I'm AB.

What led you to Artie?

The picture on the wall.

That was it?

A blood test and a picture?

Well,
it's not just any picture.

Sometimes I'd go
in and I'd see...

Mum looking at it when she
thought she was on her own.

I knew it meant
something to her.

So that was the first
place I started.

But Artie turned me away.

He didn't want anything to do with
me, and that was the end of it.

At least now I know why I've
always been such a screw-up.

You're not who
your father is.

He's not my father.

I don't care about blood groups or
biology, Ted raised me, he's my father.

And I couldn't have
asked for a better one.

Your biological father
completely denies you?

That is a pretty strong motive.
They all have motives.

What we need is
one simple answer.

How did the killer move
that gun without being seen?

How did they get it
back on the wall again?

If we can understand the how,
we can understand the who and understand the why.

It's Daisy.

You might want to get
down to the surf club.

OK.

FELIX: Hey, Daisy.
Hey. Thank you.

I think he's
getting a bit loose.

I don't think you're
his favourite person.

You know, I tried to convince him to
leave, but he's refusing.

And I've got a
special event tonight.

Well, Gran was right.

I'm an O'Farrell after all.

Trump.

Look at Artie.
He never changed.

You'd think Mum would have learnt her
lesson the first time he skipped out on her.

So, you spoke to her about it?
Ha!

She won't admit,
after all those years,

that she was ready to turn
her back on Dad for Artie.

And he still stood her up.

Probably serves her right.

(HORN HONKS)

DAISY: Uh... cab's here.

I got it. Come on, bud.

I can manage on my own.

I'm just trying
to have a drink.

Poor bloke.

What if it wasn't their spot?

The Moreton Bay fig.

I mean, why wouldn't he show
up if he left Helen that note?

You think she got
the wrong location?

Or what if the note
wasn't left for her?

Well, who was it for?

How did Artie afford to start his fishing
company when he left Dolphin Cove?

Maybe Bushranger Bill
left him a tenner.

(BLOWS AIR NOISILY)
It's all yarns.

Eh? You don't believe it?

There were two bushrangers.

Wait. What?

Two bushrangers?

Bill and his
blackfella partner.

(BALLOON POPS) (ALL EXCLAIM)

Oh, sorry. Sorry, everyone.

Sorry.

Two bushrangers.

There's history,
there's myth...

and then there's
what happened.

It's all in the yarn.

Reggie, do you still have
access to the school library?

Yeah. Uh-huh?

Keep going. Thanks, Daisy.

How do you turn a fact into a myth,
and then a myth into a legend?

I mean, the answer's pretty simple -
it's just time and a good storyteller.

Everything about this crime is the
difference between fact and myth.

This was a murder 100
years in the making.

Like the story of Bushranger Bill,
who fought a gun battle with the governor

on the siege of Black Tuesday
and left everyone £10.

That was a myth.

And then there's Artie O'Farrell,
who also disappeared into the night,

breaking Helen's heart, and then turned
up 40 years later at a bowls match.

Coincidence?

Myth.

And then there's the gunshot ringing out
with the murder weapon fixed to the wall.

Ooh! That was the
biggest myth of them all.

And behind each of those
myths was a great storyteller.

And, like all great stories,
it started by chance.

Just a blood test, two weeks ago,
and a son who followed the trail as best he could,

only to be turned away
by his biological father.

But it doesn't end there.
Oh, no.

For a hustler like Artie
O'Farrell, it was an opportunity.

So he called you on the
bowls club phone, Rita.

Bushranger Bowlo.

Give him 25,000 and
he'd keep quiet.

Quiet about what?

Mum?

Quiet about what?

Are you going to
tell her or am I?

You paid Artie to leave
all those years ago.

Mum?

You never approved of him

and you would have done anything
to stop him marrying your daughter,

even when you found
out she was pregnant.

That never happened.

Hmm.

Artie - perennially broke,
family with nothing.

He leaves town, no explanation,
and next week buys a boat?

Is that all just
a coincidence?

But all's well that ends
well with you, Rita.

I mean, sure, Helen's heartbroken,
pregnant to a man she loves,

but soon enough,
she marries Ted.

Baby's born, life goes on.

Once Artie knew the paternity,
he knew that you would pay him again,

even 40 years later.

And you did.

MAN: $25,000 transferred
to AO Boating.

Job done, secret safe.

Until you saw his
name on the team list.

And you knew, oh,
it wasn't going to end.

He'd spent your money on a fancy
car and he was coming back for more.

The note he left
you confirmed it.

Helen thought the
note was for her.

But you knew it
was meant for you.

What was your spot?

OK.
My guess is the front green.

Your father had this
painting commissioned, hmm?

See, I just...
I remembered him as, you know, smaller.

This was taken when
Bushranger Bill was alive.

Do you notice anything?

I mean, he is...
he's definitely smaller.

But also he has a partner.

Two bushrangers - one
white, one Indigenous.

Bushranger Bill
and Midnight Mo.

Each with an identical gun.

Your father bought these guns at
auction and he hid the second gun,

making sure no-one ever knew
about Bushranger Bill's offsider.

And then he spun
his great yarn.

Apart from you, no-one knew that the
second gun existed or that it worked.

But that is the gun that you
shot Artie O'Farrell with.

But still...

why didn't Senior Sergeant Strong and the
others see you on the green after the shot?

I mean, you can't move
fast enough to get away.

How is that possible?
And this, it's the best yarn yet.

Actually, it's my favourite bit.
There was never a gunshot.

No. What? I heard a gunshot.
We all did.

Yeah.

(WHISPERS) Give it.

The only way to get away with it was
to muffle the shot that killed Artie.

And to create a fake shot by blowing
out the tyre on the lawnmower

using the air compressor.

Constable Wilkinson found the
burst tyre in the rubbish.

You know that lawnmower -
you used to mow the lawns.

You knew it would take
time for the tyre to blow.

Enough time for you to wash
the residue off your hands

and be seen in the clubhouse
moments after the bang.

(CLAPS HANDS) Oh! (GUNSHOT)

But that gunshot was
just one more myth.

What was that?

The best you could do in the
moments after the gunshot rang out

was switch the murder weapon
with the inoperable gun

while everyone went to
investigate the noise.

Putting it in plain sight,
making sure we didn't look anywhere else for it,

and making sure we
never linked it to you.

But we did.

Constable Wilkinson found the
inoperable gun in your garage.

It was an impeccable yarn...

told by a master storyteller
from a long line of storytellers.

Or alternatively, it's just an
alibi that completely fell apart.

I was looking out
for my family.

And I was right, wasn't I?

He was no good. He never was.

I was right. Hmm.

It must feel very satisfying.

Rita di Stefano, you are under arrest
for the murder of Arthur O'Farrell.

Anything you say or do may be
taken down and used as evidence.

Please stand.

Maybe it's better
that they know.

Just have the
truth out there.

Whoa. I don't know. In my family,
we take our secrets to the grave.

Are you saying the
truth's overrated?

No, just complicated and very,
very awkward to talk about.

Um, you'll say no, but we're going
to go for dinner at the surf club.

Taco night? $12 steaks.

I mean, I'd be lying if I said they weren't
on the tougher side, but for 12 bucks...

Yes. Understood. Maybe...
(STAMMERS) Hang on, yes?

You having me on?

No, I'm...
I'll meet you there.

Well done, everyone,
and thank you.

Bowls this weekend, boss.
Oh, yeah.

We've got a replay of the
abandoned match with Red Bluff.

Aren't they a man down?

Advantage us, then.

(SIGHS) Savage.

I wonder if the real Bushranger Bill and
Midnight Mo story will ever come out.

Maybe if we start talking about it now,
in 100 years, everybody will catch on.

Maybe 200 years for Dolphin Cove,
'cause everything moves slow around here.

But I'll be sure to let everyone...
know.

Cheers.
Thanks for saying goodbye.

(DOG BARKS) Oh!

Hello, beautiful.

Hello. What are you doing
here all by yourself, huh?

Oh!

(GASPS)

Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, God. Oh, awkward.

Oh, awkward.

No, no, no, no, no.

(HORN HONKS)

OK, he's gonna do it.

OK. No, Frankie.

Stay. OK, OK.

Oh, I, um...
Look, I wasn't spying.

What?

You know, I'm coming here for
a drink with my colleagues,

and I definitely wasn't spying on
anyone on the beach who was proposing...

or not proposing, as it were.

No, none of my business.

What are you talking about?
Um...

You had the ring
out, and then you...

Why didn't you?

(SIGHS)

Mack, I... (LIGHTS CRACKLE,
ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS)

What's this?

Oh. Oh.

(CLEARS THROAT)

♪ Well, I've always known... ♪

Glenn Albert Strong...

you gorgeous, massive nerd, you're my...
you're my absolute favourite.

(LAUGHS)

You make me feel safe and...
beautiful and... and loved.

And I think that's about
as good as it gets.

So...

♪ Someone to help me... ♪

Here, where it all
began, I wanted to ask...

will you marry me?

♪ Oh, baby... ♪

Yes.

(OTHERS CHEER) Brilliant!

♪ Carry you, carry
you, carry you... ♪

It was Charles Ogden, my ancestor,
who slit his own throat with this very knife.

I think he's bolted it!

The only way out was
bolted from the inside.

Unless it's a ghost,
there has to be an answer.

I'm going back to London.

It's all I've wanted since the
day I got here, is to go back.

Will you go back?

You know that if you don't have
love, you don't have anything.