Original subtitles

Hey! Watch out!

No, it wasn't an act of God. It was the act of a mad English woman.

Now just tow the bloody truck.

- Jack Darby. - Joan Kirkhope.

Clinical nurse manager, retired.

Detective sergeant, retired.

[Rebecca] Will you please come home, Mum?

Whatever you're looking for out there, it's not gonna bring Dad back.

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

- Think you can run a name for me? - I see.

Not a father-daughter call.

- Come on, Lizzie. - Detective Inspector.

- Joan, hello. - Lovely to meet you.

[Joan] This is the place his body was found.

[Jack] I'll walk down with you.

[Joan] No, I'll...

...say goodbye to him on my own.

- [Gunshot] - Officer down! Officer down!

Something happened that made you leave the force, didn't it?

They fitted you up? You never told me.

You don't need to know about that crap, Lizzie.

Well, when you're ready to clear our name,

you let me know.

What are you doing here?

You should be more careful in the future.

And you will be, won't ya?

There's some business from my past that I need to look into.

- Okay. - By myself. Could be dangerous.

In that case, you're definitely not doing it alone.

- Joan! - That's not how we do things.

We're a good team, remember?

We are indeed.

[Chuckles]

['One Way or Another' by Blondie]

♪ One way or another

♪ I'm gonna find ya

♪ I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya... ♪

- [Joan] You are. - [Jack] Am not.

[Joan] It's written all over your face.

My face isn't saying anything.

Is it because you and this Anna

have some messy romantic history?

[Diesel whines]

She's not another one of your ex-wives, is she?

Anna Bairnsdale is Sophie's mum.

She might help us find Sophie, end of it.

Sophie, who could clear your name.

Still doesn't explain the expression.

Well, I'm not sure how warm Anna's welcome's gonna be.

How 'not warm' are we thinking?

- [Gunshot echoes] - [Diesel barks]

How dare you show your face here, Jack Darby!

- Okay, very not warm. - [Diesel barks]

That was a deliberate miss!

Next time, you won't be so lucky!

I know what you think, Anna, but there's more to it.

[Joan] Like what?

You killed my son Richie!

That's what they wanted you to think!

[Intense music]

Only Sophie knows who killed Richie.

- Not another step. - That's what made her a target.

Why she disappeared after it happened.

[Exhales] Well, even if that's true,

why now, after all this time?

I may have provoked someone, an old enemy.

[Softly] So you think that's who killed Richie?

And they need to be exposed, held responsible!

Why should I believe anything you say?

They're dangerous people, Anna.

Good!

[Cocks rifle]

I hope you get everything coming to you.

[Theme music]

[Woman sings operatically]

[Woman vocalizes]

[Gentle acoustic guitar music]

[Diesel whines, then barks]

[Joan] So who exactly is this old enemy?

Senior Sergeant Bill Carlton.

Found out I was working with Liz,

digging into the past.

Paid me a visit at the hospital after my accident.

White hair, Cheshire-cat smile?

How do you know that?

Oh, he bumped into me at the hospital.

Not by chance, I now realize.

And that's exactly why I didn't want you to have anything to do with this.

Why, because I might get shot at?

[Sighs] Jack,

if I'm mixed up in this, which I am now,

don't you think I deserve the whole story?

[Diesel barks]

Why did Sophie run away all those years ago?

Sophie arranged the meeting

between Richie and me that night.

[Horse whinnies nearby]

In her statement, she denied it.

The night Richie died.

Is that when you retired?

No, that was years later.

They did want to get rid of me, but I wasn't gonna give them that satisfaction.

We still have to find Sophie Bairnsdale.

Her mother lives here, so she must visit sometimes.

Some... somebody must know something about her.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! - [Horse whinnies]

- [Lachlan] Whoa! Whoa, horsey. - What on earth...?

Whoa. Ohhh.

[Groans] Ohhh.

- [Lachlan grunts] - [Joan] Oh!

Are you all right?

[Drunkenly] Ta-da!

[Jack] Classy dismount. Any damage?

[Lachlan groans] Only to my dignity.

Come on, then. Upsy-daisy.

- [Lachlan groans] - [Jack] Come on.

- Hey! Whoa! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You live nearby, mate?

Yeah, up Ridge Road.

Oh, near the Bairnsdale place,

where Anna lives.

- Yeah, we're neighbors. - Good-o.

Well, why don't we, uh... give you a lift back home?

Yeah, why not?

- Come on. - My name is Lachlan.

- I'm Joan. - Lovely to meet you, Joan.

[Joan] Oop! Careful, now.

What are we gonna do with you, eh?

- [Horse nickers] - Come on.

Come on. [Clicks tongue]

[Laid-back music]

[Lachlan yells] Home sweet home!

[Lachlan sighs]

[Whinnies]

Come on.

[Lachlan yells] Palm Valley!

This bloke belong to you?

Yeah, he does.

Where you been, son?

Propping up the bar again by the looks.

Uncle Dougie! Come here. Give us a hug, huh?

- Give us a kiss! Oi! - Lach... Lach...

- [Lachlan] Oi! - Lachie!

Head down to the house, son.

Drink some water.

Thanks for bringing him home.

Don't suppose you saw where his ride ended up?

Yeah, I tied him to a post in town.

- I'll hook up the float. - Thank you.

[Gemma] Leave it with me, boss.

You're too easy on him.

That's my brother, Doug.

Ever the people person.

- Ellory Malcolm. - Jack Darby.

- This is Joan. - Hi.

We're trying to locate a neighbor of yours.

Sophie Bairnsdale?

Anna's daughter. Might you know her?

Some sort of detectives, are you?

Well, in a way.

Jack's a policeman.

Well, retired.

I know Anna from the sale yards,

as much as that's knowing her.

She's not really one for small talk.

- No, we got that impression. - [Ellory] Hmm.

Sorry I couldn't be more help.

Listen, um...

...maybe we could book a site here,

if that's no problem?

That's not a problem at all.

In fact, for rescuing Lachie, it's on the house.

- Oh! - [Joan chuckles]

I'll even throw in a trail ride at sunset.

- Oh! - No need... no need for that.

Well, you get a great view of the district.

Oh, well, we'd love to. [Chuckles]

[Easygoing music]

[Joan] Eek! I haven't been on a horse in years. [Chuckles]

Ah! You'll be right. Just follow my lead.

[Joan] Bit hard to do when you're in my dust!

[Jack] Ha! We'll see.

[Uplifting vocal music]

[Joan] It's true what they say. You never forget how to ride.

- [Jack] Pony club, was it? - [Joan] Oh, stop it!

- Speak for yourself. - [Jack] I grew up in the bush.

Learnt to ride before I could walk.

[Joan] I grew up in the New Forest.

My sister and I would race each other any chance we could.

[Uplifting vocal music continues]

[Jack] Not too shabby.

[Joan] Absolutely stunning.

And if I'm not mistaken,

that's Anna's property over there.

[Jack] Where'd you get those?

I told you I was all-in on this.

[Jack] I think Ellory

knows more about Anna than he's saying.

[Doug] You've got until the end of the week.

[Gemma] I need this job!

[Doug] We can't afford you, it's simple as that.

[Gemma] You can't do this. I've put my all into getting this stud up and running.

- That's it. - [Horse nickers]

[Gemma sighs]

[Ellory] We'll talk about it later, Gemma.

Definitely something's going on between him and Doug.

I think you're right.

Apologies.

We may not be fit for public consumption today.

Doug just doesn't listen to anyone.

He's had a stroke recently, hasn't he?

I'm a nurse.

I noticed that he's weaker on his right side.

Lachie and I came up to help.

We're trying to future-proof the place,

but, you know, Doug,

he likes to run his own race.

It's always difficult between siblings.

- Voice of experience? - Oh, to be an only child.

[Chuckles]

[Gentle music]

[Horse nickers]

Come on, I'll race you to the next ridge.

Loser pays for a lobster dinner.

[Laughs] Yeah.

[Jack clicks tongue]

[Spirited vocal music]

[Joan] I think oysters to start.

[Jack] I won by half a length.

[Joan] Uh, I'm pretty sure my horse was ahead

by a nose.

- And then lobster... - More than half.

...all washed down with some Australian bubbles,

Tasmanian, preferably.

Yeah, what, you're a local now, are ya?

[Australian accent] Too right, mate.

The weary travelers return.

Hi. I'm Penny, Doug's wife.

- [Joan] Oh, hello, Penny. - [Jack] Hi.

Please, help yourselves to refreshments.

Oh, Anzac biscuits. Your favorite!

I thought you decided lamingtons were my favorite.

Ah, well, you changed your mind.

Oh, flirting!

Tell me, how do you keep your marriage so spicy?

Oh, Joan and I aren't married.

She's my chauffeur.

Just can't get her into one of those little hats.

I hear you're staying over.

Lucky you. Doug's doing his lamb cutlets tonight.

Oh, yum, lamb.

Yeah, yeah, well, Joan's shouting crayfish.

- No. Uh, we'd love to. - [Penny] Ah!

Love to stay, thank you.

[Joan] Luxury accommodation,

trail riding,

and gourmet home cooking.

Well, the plan is to provide a unique experience, you know?

That's what the tourists want these days.

[Jack] Very fancy.

We're cattle farmers.

Always were, always will be.

Probably noticed, it's Uncle Dougie's way or...

Actually, that is the only way.

Nobody asked either of you to slink back here,

tails between your legs.

Came back to help you.

We don't need your help, mate.

[Tense music]

Appreciate the lift.

You're a good horseman. That was, uh... quite a stunt.

Ah, what, when I'm not sliding off? [Chuckles]

I'm meant to step aside to let him run things, am I?

Mm, Penny, this aubergine is wonderful!

Oh, it's the harissa.

My niece sends it up from Brisbane.

You need to show more respect, son.

I'm looking out for you.

After everything that's happened...

- Here we go. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, here we go.

Here we go.

Waste of bloody space.

You need to ease up, Doug.

Maybe it's true what they say, eh?

About getting the kid you deserve.

[Pensive music]

He's a beauty.

Yeah.

Nero, Doug's stock horse.

He's temperamental.

Needs his own space, bit like his owner.

Can't be easy if he doesn't want your help.

Doug the only reason you came back?

You work hard

and make sacrifices to build something.

One lapse of judgment...

And it's all on the line.

So what happened?

I'm an ex-cop.

I was a horse trainer.

A damn good one.

I loved it.

There's nothing like it.

So was it doping or race-fixing?

There were fixing allega... There are fixing allegations.

There's a court date pending.

As I said...

...the only reason I'm here

is to find Sophie Bairnsdale.

I wish I could help.

[Doug] They're trying to push me out, love.

[Penny] No, they're not.

Ellory's just trying to take the pressure off you, off us!

[Sighs] There's no shame in retiring.

I mean, we could be off having fabulous adventures

like Jack and Joan.

What, and let the place turn to rack and ruin?

No fear.

No, no, this horse-tourism thing is a mistake.

[Doug stammers] It's not gonna happen.

- I'm sorry, Joan. - Oh, no, no need to apologize.

If only you'd met him before the stroke.

He was never like this.

Big life changes are hard to navigate.

You sound like you've had your fair share.

Nobody gets to our stage of life without some battle scars.

Cheers.

[Phone camera clicks]

[Unsettling music]

[Indistinct voice echoes]

[Jack's voice echoes] Officer down!

I need an ambulance. I need an ambulance!

- [Voices clamor] - [Siren wails]

[Pia's voice echoes] Jack!

[Joan] Jack.

Jack. Jack?

[Softly] Jack.

What is it?

I wasn't dirty.

I never doubted that.

But I was so close to finding out who was.

And what about Richie Bairnsdale, how did he fit in?

Richie was a small-time crook.

Got in over his head, wanted out.

He was willing to talk to me

in exchange for a deal.

And Sophie?

Like I said,

Sophie set up the meeting.

But no one... no one else... was supposed to know about it.

- [Glass shatters nearby] - [Dog barks outside]

What's that?

Some of your native animals?

[Jack] Well, whatever it was, it's quietened down now.

We will find Sophie.

[Pensive music]

We will.

Yeah.

[Birds warble]

[Joan] Maybe we should stake out Anna's place,

see what she does, where she goes.

Stakeout person now, are you?

Yeah, I could be.

- [Horse whinnies] - [Doug] Oi!

- [Doug shouts] Settle! - What?

- [Doug] Nero, settle down! - [Nero whinnies]

- Nero! - [Nero whinnies]

Whoa, whoa! Whoa, hey. Hey.

[Nero whinnies anxiously]

Easy, easy!

- [Nero whinnies anxiously] - Oi!

What the hell?

Whoa!

Doug!

Calm. Stay calm.

[Nero whinnies]

Stay there. Just stay there.

- [Tense music] - [Nero whinnies]

[Nero whinnies restlessly]

- That's a boy. - [Joan] Careful, Jack.

[Jack murmurs] Good.

We're all right. We're good.

We're good. We're good. [Nero grunts]

We're good. We're good. Yes, we are.

We're good. We're good. Come on.

We're good. We're good. We're good. We're good.

We're good. Come on.

We're good. We're good. Come on.

Come on.

That's a boy.

Doug.

Doug.

Doug, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

He's unconscious.

[Ellory] Doug. Doug!

What happened?

Nero threw him.

Threw him?

Sure he didn't just fall?

- [Phone line rings] - He needs an ambulance.

Ambulance, please.

Get Penny.

[Tense music]

[Gemma] This is Gemma, the stud manager from Palm Valley.

We need an ambulance urgently to this location.

[Siren wails]

You'll be okay, honey. You'll see.

Right as rain, I promise.

Is he gonna be okay?

He came to. It's a good sign.

He's just so stubborn.

He won't admit he can't do what he used to be able to.

Maybe now he'll listen.

Wouldn't count on it.

[Ambulance engine starts]

We should get to the hospital.

Gemma, are you okay to run things here?

[Gemma] So long as I've still got a job.

- Of course you do. - Yeah, but Doug said...

Forget what Doug said.

- Oi. - [Sighs]

[Intriguing music]

You think there's more to it?

[Nero whickers]

Hey, careful, Jack.

[Nero whickers and snorts]

Hello, me old mate.

Hey?

We good? Are we good?

What went on there, eh? What went on?

What did we do to spook you?

Let's see what happened here, hey?

[Unsettling music]

[Joan] What's a jigger?

A jockey holds it in their hand,

and mid race, they prod the horse.

Oh, you mean, effectively a taser.

Concealed under the saddle, the weight of the rider -

Doug in this case - would set it off.

You mean someone

was deliberately trying to hurt him?

Question is... who?

Well, everyone had access to the saddle.

Plenty of motives.

Gemma getting the flick from the job.

Lachie might be wanting to take over the business.

Or Ellory, a trainer with a shady track record.

Doug made an enemy we don't know about.

Where shall we start?

- [Chuckles] - [Intriguing music]

[Horse nickers]

Oh, stop your fussing. I'm not dying.

It's always a good sign when the patient complains.

Still waiting for scan results, but nothing broken, luckily.

You gave me such a scare!

It takes more than a fall from a horse to do me in.

[Chuckles]

Thanks, Joan.

I appreciate what you and Jack did for me.

Oh, it's nothing.

- How about a cup of tea? - Lovely.

- And a piece of cake? - Now you're talking.

Coming right up. [Chuckles]

Good boy.

Penny, could I ask you something?

Is it possible someone might have wanted to hurt Doug?

What?!

No!

No, why... why would they?

Jack and I believe it wasn't a straightforward accident.

What?!

The horse was primed to throw Doug.

No. [Gasps]

I mean, Ellory and Doug fight,

and Lachlan, but...

we're still a family.

Someone from town, a rival? Someone with a grudge?

[Gasps] Doug's a world-class grump, but no!

No, it was an accident.

Has to be.

[Tense music]

You think I put it there?

Well, it got pretty heated between you two last night.

I imagine you might want to, you know,

bring him down a peg.

- Not like that. - Dad.

What's going on? Jack.

Hey, mate.

Just give us a moment, Lachlan, please.

Is this about Dougie?

Son, please.

Righto. Keep me in the dark.

I don't want him to know what I did.

It's bad enough what he thinks about me with this court case.

So you did plant the jigger?

I snapped.

It was stupid and impulsive, but there it is. I...

I'm not proud of myself.

So... a deliberate act.

Doug's endless griping - I'd just had enough!

I thought you were an ex-copper.

I think he deserves to know the truth.

Wait, let me...

...tell Doug myself

and I'll tell you what I know about Anna.

Yeah?

She used to go to Mount Isa a lot,

I assume to see her daughter.

So why all the secrecy?

Well, I figured

if she wanted you to know she would have told you.

[Intriguing music]

[Liz] Ellory's not lying.

I found an address for Sophie in Mount Isa.

I'll forward it to you, but it was 10 years ago.

Since then, nothing.

No forwarding address, no car rego, no fines.

She can't have just disappeared.

We need everything you can get on Anna's movements, Lizzie.

Traffic cams, uh,

toll points.

Anything that might record

when she's visiting Sophie.

Okay, leave it to me now, yes?

[Jack] Yeah. Cheers, Lizzie. See ya.

This time I'm really not kidding, Dad.

- Bye, Lizzie. - [Joan] Bye!

Before you go off...

I'm not going off.

It's not me you have to worry about.

I just don't think you've got any idea

what you're getting yourself into, that's all.

It's nothing.

He has a lead on another cold case.

One that puts a target on your back.

A big one.

You know about that?

Why do you think I'm here?

Exactly why I can't let it go.

[Puts down folder]

Darby. A moment?

Did you tell him?

- Is that why you're here? - He called me.

[Tense music]

Yes, I accessed his file.

Without authorization.

And you gave it to him.

Which is why I've asked Police Integrity to be here.

It's not right, what happened to him.

- You think he's innocent? - I know he is.

I understand.

I do.

He's your dad.

But things were different in Jack's day.

The cops got close to crims for intel.

And some just got too close.

That's not what happened.

Stalling investigations, dropping charges,

most likely shooting Richie Bairnsdale to keep him quiet.

Jack Darby's a lot of things, but he is not a killer.

On that, I agree.

Based on what evidence?

Jack arranges to meet a known criminal without any backup.

No one knows exactly what happened

except a young policewoman ends up dead along with Bairnsdale.

Jack was shot too.

Which might be the only reason he's not in prison

and you're not fired.

You can go.

But, Darby...

...you hear anything,

anything, you report back to me personally.

I know you asked for me, Mick.

I appreciate that. I do.

You don't think the personal relationships might interfere?

There's one thing I know about you, Miranda.

You can be trusted to do your job.

Wherever it leads you.

[Upbeat music]

[Announcer] Don't miss out on the raffle.

First prize is feed supplies from Saunders and Price.

Second prize is a weekend holiday at Palm Valley Stud.

[Joan] How can we be sure she won't point a gun at us again?

[Jack] Way too public here.

[Joan] I admire your confidence.

She's listed as a seller, so she's here.

We should split up to look for her. Which way you wanna go?

I'll go this way.

Don't get lost.

[Playful music]

- [Joan] Whoa! - [Horse whinnies]

- Nice horse. - [Horse whickers]

[Announcer] Buyers will need to register at Registration.

[Announcer continues indistinctly]

[Anna] No... Yeah. OK.

[Irritably] Yes, all right.

Yes.

[Curious music]

Yeah, I can do that.

I'm selling the two yearlings.

Yeah, if you're interested, the auction's at 11:00.

No, it's up to you.

Completely up to you.

- [Ellory] Just tell me the truth, son. - [Lachlan] I already have, Dad!

[Ellory] Look, if you did it...

You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?

You are always gonna think the worst of me.

[Announcer speaks indistinctly over P.A.]

Hey, Lachie. You all right?

Yeah.

Guess I'm just a waste of space.

What?

Yeah.

Yep. Mm-hm.

What time?

Yes, all right.

[Phone beeps]

[Announcer] Coming up, we have two beautiful yearlings

from the Collins stables.

You won't find better!

[Footsteps thud]

[Gun clicks]

Bloody hell, Anna.

I asked you to leave us out of this.

You don't need the gun.

[Scoffs]

You know what? I do.

And you do too, because there's some dangerous people around.

Sophie trusted me.

We were working together.

Soph loved Richie.

She would never inform on him.

All right.

I'll prove it to you.

I'm gonna put my hand in my pocket

and I'm gonna bring out my phone.

All right?

We spoke the day before Richie died.

[Beep!]

[Jack] It's okay.

I know you're worried.

[Sophie] Richie's in over his head.

I'm scared for him, you know?

[Jack] And that's why I need you to set up the meeting.

Keep playing.

[Dark music]

[Sophie] I'll release Richie's name.

[Jack] You can rely on me. You know that, don't you?

[Sophie] I know. I trust you, Jack. But I'm scared.

[Breathes shakily]

What happened?

My partner and I went to meet Richie that night.

He was gonna tell us who he was paying off

in exchange for a deal.

[Jack's voice echoes] G'day, Richie.

[Richie] Hi, Jack.

Let's make this quick.

[Jack] Glad you could make it, mate.

So what have you got?

- [Gun clicks] - [Gunshot]

[Jack] There was someone else there, Anna.

Richie panicked and started shooting.

- [Gunshot] - [Pia] Jack!

And when I came to, my partner was dead.

And so was Richie.

And the shooter, whoever he was, was... long gone.

[Anna sobs]

Richie was my son!

- [Sobs] - I'm sorry.

Anna...

...if Sophie can help identify the shooter,

then this is all over.

Sophie can come home.

Will making contact put her in more danger?

Will it?!

Might do.

Oh!

Then I can't help you. [Holsters gun]

[Horse snuffles and nickers]

[Jack] Miranda.

I heard you had a lead on Sophie Bairnsdale.

Bit late to the party, aren't ya?

Better late than not invited.

It's not an official investigation.

Well, it wasn't... until you brought Liz into it.

No, I'm coming at it from another angle.

Which is?

Not to be shared.

Hmm!

Same old Miranda.

Looking good, by the way.

Thanks! You too.

Grey nomad lifestyle suits you.

Listen, when you find Sophie, call me.

Why would I do that?

To protect our daughter.

[Solemn music]

[Announcer] Horse floats need to be kept

to the lower parking lot.

Please follow the signs... [Continues indistinctly]

Anna's worried she's gonna lose Sophie too.

Well, you can't blame a parent

for wanting to protect their child.

Protect their child?

Lachlan!

You took the blame for Lachlan. Why?

He's not a bad kid. He's not.

He just gets so wound up.

Why does Doug have it in for Lachie?

Lachie worked with me as a trainer.

I got caught up in running the business and...

...I just didn't see how much he needed his own success.

Or what he'd do to get it.

The race fixing - was that him?

I just felt so responsible.

His mum died when he was little and...

I don't know...

He's my boy.

I might have overcompensated.

A fella's gotta own his mistakes.

So Doug knows that you took the blame for the fixing and...

...that's why he's so judgmental of Lachlan.

With the trial coming up... Lachie's so ashamed.

He's not coping very well.

And so you confronted him about the accident at the sale yards.

Yeah.

I should have let it go.

Where is he now?

Well, he's not at the pub.

He's not here either.

Any idea where he'd go?

This is my fault.

If he's done something stupid...

Are you that worried?

He never goes anywhere without this.

[Dramatic music]

[Suspenseful music]

- [Ellory] Lachie! - [Jack] Lachie!

[Ellory] Lachie?

[Jack] Lachie!

[Joan] Were you with Lachlan all morning?

Well, until they took the feed out.

Oh, so you weren't together all the time.

I had to prep for a tour group.

At the stables? By yourself?

What, before Doug came to collect his saddle?

Hang on!

You can't think that I planted the jigger.

We heard you and Doug arguing yesterday.

He tried to fire you.

That's nothing compared to the barneys Doug gets himself into.

What do you mean?

Gemma...

...who else is Doug fighting with?

[Dark music]

Lachie!

G'day, mate. How you going?

How about just... movin' away from there a bit?

You think I did it, don't ya?

[Jack] You know what I think?

I think you and I oughta go and have a beer. What do you reckon?

[Sniffles]

The jigger wasn't mine.

After the feed, I went back up to the house to make breakfast.

It wasn't me.

Sounds like an alibi.

- Do you believe me? - I do.

You know I was the one that fixed the race?

Your dad told me.

Like it matters.

Uncle Dougie's right. I'm a waste of space.

Who lets their dad cop the blame for 'em?

Hey, it's never too late to turn things round.

Hey?

I wouldn't call that bloke a waste of space.

You reckon?

Yeah, we all make mistakes.

I've made a truckload.

[Chuckles]

Lachie!

Oh. Oh!

- [Ellory] Lachie! - [Lachlan] Ah!

Hey!

- [Lachlan] Ahh! - I got ya.

- I got ya. - Ah! I'm slipping!

- Argh! - Try and find a footing!

- I can't get a foot! - Get a foot. Get it!

- I got ya. - I got it, I got it!

- We're gonna do this on three. - Okay.

One, two, three. Now.

- [Jack grunts] - I got it!

[Jack] Anchor yourself!

[Both grunt]

- [Lachlan laughs] - [Jack coughs]

Oh, I thought I was gone!

- I had ya. - [Laughs]

Thank you.

There you go.

Come here. I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry, son. - [Lachlan] Oh!

[Warm music]

[Line rings]

- Joan? - Jack, where are you?

Any sign?

We found Lachie. He's okay.

[Sighs] I don't think Lachlan did it.

Neither do I.

[Birds tweet]

That's great!

Yes, I will.

[Whispers] Hey!

Thank you. Thank you so much.

How's the old man?

That was the hospital. [Chuckles]

Apart from a sprained wrist,

Doug's bruised a few ribs, but that's it!

- Oh! - Lucky fella.

And ready to retire.

He's agreed. It's straight to Mission Beach for us.

- Oh, how exciting! - I know, right?

I can barely believe it.

Especially after everything you've been through.

Me?

Oh... I'm... I'm all right. [Chuckles]

[Joan] Looking after Doug after his stroke.

Being the perfect hostess.

Refereeing Doug and Ellory.

Oh, well, it has been a lot, but that's behind us now.

Yeah. And nobody really got hurt.

That was lucky!

I love my husband.

We know you do.

But you felt you had to do something.

You've been around horses all your life.

- [Sniffles] - [Pensive music]

[Pensive music continues]

[Jack] Bit risky, though.

You knew Nero was temperamental.

[Penny sobs] Doug was so angry all the time.

With Ellory, Lachlan... with everyone!

There was no room for anything else.

Sometimes it's easier for blokes to be angry than...

...deal with what's going on around them.

I wanted him to stop holding onto the past.

To think of the future, our future.

To live our lives while we still had them.

[Sighs] God.

I almost killed him!

What if I had? What if he died?

What if he never forgives me?

You might be surprised.

Oh, Doug!

I'm so sorry.

No, love. I am.

I'm just a stubborn bastard who couldn't see what mattered most.

[Penny sobs]

[Penny sniffles] Doug.

[Doug] You've always been there for me.

Now it's my turn to be there for you.

[Penny sniffles] I'm so sorry.

[Warm music]

[Penny] I'm so sorry.

Hey, Max.

Call me back, would you?

It's been so long.

We must speak.

- Ready to roll? - Yeah, sure.

- Did I interrupt something? - No, not at all.

- Jack. - [Jack] Hey, mate.

Joan.

I just wanted to say thank you before you headed off.

Ah! Thought you'd be happy to see the back of us.

Safe travels.

Take care.

[Phone rings]

- [Jack] Anna. - Better answer.

[Anna] What do you want?

- [Gun cocks] - Get out! I'll shoot!

I will! I'll shoot!

[Gunshots]

[Suspenseful music]

- [Diesel whines] - [Joan] Stay. Good boy.

- [Suspenseful music] - [Engine roars]

[Horn honks]

[Jack] What's he doing?

- Hey! - [Brakes squeal]

Did you get the registration?

Didn't need to.

[Anna] That's him.

[Jack] Any idea what he wanted?

[Anna] He took their photo.

[Joan] Whose photo?

Sophie and Kayla.

My granddaughter.

Sophie had a daughter?

She's 18.

That would mean Sophie was pregnant when she disappeared.

Jeez, I found out about, oh,

10 years ago.

I visited them, but Sophie was

very nervous about people finding her.

So she left Mount Isa.

Yeah.

That was the last time I saw them.

Until... until Kayla's last birthday.

She wanted to see me.

- [Tender music] - [Both speak inaudibly]

And she didn't tell Sophie she'd remade contact.

Such a clever girl. She's... so full of life, just like Sophie.

[Jack] You know where they live now?

Kayla was so guarded. It was... It was heartbreaking.

She sent me that photo on her phone.

And I framed it and that's what he took.

So the photo would have had location data.

No, she had it turned off.

Making the photo untraceable.

Well, what about the phone she sent it from?

It was prepaid. It's no use either.

[Jack] Sophie taught her well.

Can you send me that photo?

[Anna] Yeah, of course.

I don't have the choice now, do I?

I have to trust you.

[Joan] Poor Anna,

missing out on so much of her daughter's life.

Kayla's whole childhood!

Just... I can't imagine it.

Can you enlarge that?

What, that?

Yeah. I think that is...

Yes, it is. That's Rocky Point.

Oh, please!

How can you recognize a place from a wave?

It's famous as a great surf spot.

You never told me you were a surfer, Jack Darby!

Lot of things you don't know about me.

Come on, we gotta get to Kayla and Sophie before Bill Carlton.

[Starts engine]

[Adventurous music]

[Joan] Any other hidden talents you'd like to share?

Make a mean home brew.

[Laughs] So do I!

Apple cider.

That's not a home brew!

Sure it is! Packs a punch.

30% proof.

[Whistles]

[Both laugh]

Yeah, all right, then.

[Joan laughs] I made it for Christmas one year.

Everyone was on their ear

before the turkey even came out of the oven.

[Jack] I guess it's Christmas at your place, then, eh?

- [Diesel barks] - [Jack laughs]

[Tires squeal]

[Adventurous music continues]