[thunder rumbling]
[dog walker] Zulu!
Jenno!
[dogs sniffing]
Louis!
Jenno!
Zulu!
[dogs whining]
Oy, where are ya?
[dogs whining]
[dog walker] Zulu! Jenno! Come on!
[dogs panting, barking]
You three, I'm gonna ki...
Good girl, Tilda. Good girl.
Come on.
Attagirl.
What do you got there?
Come on. Good girl.
Good girl.
Okay. Drop, drop, drop.
Give it... Give it here.
Now, sit.
[gasps]
[grunts]
[grunts] Come on.
♪ "Come, little leaves"
Said the wind one day ♪
♪ "Come over meadows with me
And play ♪
♪ Put on your dresses of red and gold ♪
♪ For summer is gone
And the days grow cold" ♪
♪ Dancing and whirling
The little leaves went ♪
♪ Winter had called them
And they were content ♪
♪ Soon, fast asleep
In their earthy beds ♪
♪ The snow laid a coverlid ♪
♪ Over their heads ♪
[birds squawking]
[residents chattering]
- Mm-mmm.
- [person 1 chuckles]
[chuckles] Not gonna say goodbye?
[chuckles] Sorry, I didn't wanna wake ya.
I wanted to let you sleep.
[person 2] Mmm. Sleep.
[chuckling]
- Mm-hmm.
- [person 2 inhales deeply]
I had a great sleep.
Yeah, me too.
[groans]
Off you pop.
Okay.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
[caller] Doctor thinks
my iron's a bit low.
Iron's a bit low?
How do you feel? You feel all right?
You know what I don't understand?
Why they call it morning sickness
when it lasts all day long.
Well, you know what they say,
"Sicker the mother, healthier the baby."
Yeah, you know what else they say?
"When it comes to pregnancy,
men should mind their bloody business.
Especially ex-husbands."
Okay, all right.
Look, I'm just trying to be positive, Deb.
You know, if you wanted to help
you could answer some of Bill's calls.
- Sure, I-I have been busy with work.
- [mouthing words] Hello!
[Deb] He just wants to...
just wants to swing by
and grab the rest of my things.
Yeah, well, that's not your stuff, Deb.
That's our stuff.
Ian, I want my baby stuff.
[groans]
I know how you feel about this, okay?
I... I do.
I...
I'll settle for Mags's cot.
[Ian groans]
It's been 11 years, Ian.
You need to let it go.
Okay, tell Bill he can come
around tonight, before 8:00, okay?
And you, eat some more steak.
All right?
Yeah, bye.
Bye.
That was a sixth-month meeting, Ian.
I know. I'm sorry.
- Where the f*ck were you last night?
- I was at home.
Bullshit.
No, it's not bullshit. I was at home.
Okay, well, let me smell your breath.
- You don't wanna do that.
- Let me smell your breath.
- I appreciate-- No--
- I wanna smell your breath. I do.
[blows]
- Haven't brushed yet.
- Yes, I can tell.
- Okay.
- [friend chuckles]
Okay, congratulations.
Six months sober.
Thank you.
[sighs]
Shall we?
- [grunts]
- Three. [grunts]
- [employees chattering]
- [TV reporter] Residents are scrambling
to clean up for the folk festival
which is expected to bring
a large amount of fisherman to the area.
- Morning.
- [dispatcher 1] Morning, Ian.
- Hey, Pen.
- [coworker] Ian, can I get, uh...
[sighs]
[knocks on door]
- [coworker] Morning.
- Morning.
- That was a crazy night. What a storm.
- Yes, it was.
Uh, Sam's called in sick,
and, uh, Polly hasn't shown at all
which puts us two hands down.
Okay. I think Polly said
something yesterday about being late.
I think it was a dentist appointment
or something, so it's okay.
- I'll fill in on the lines.
- You've got the quarterly report due.
It's okay, I can juggle.
I think they're both taking the piss--
- I'll juggle. Okay, thanks, Lydia.
- Oh.
Keep the door open.
You've called Triple Zero.
Can I have your address
and the nature of your emergency?
[caller] Yeah, look,
I want to report suspicious activity.
If I could just get your address.
Uh, there's a g*ng of young people
- on the street, and they're...
- Can you hear me?
...and-and they're loitering.
I think they're planning a burglary--
Yeah. Is that you, Les?
- Yeah, it's Leslie Potter.
- Yes, Les.
- I live at--
- Hello, mate, it's Ian.
Oh, Ian?
- Oh, hello, mate, how are you going?
- I'm well, Les.
Uh, you shouldn't be alone, okay?
So, just leave it with me, all right?
[Les speaks indistinctly]
Yes, I do. All right. Cheers, Les.
Oh, whatever you think, Ian.
Uh, thank you.
Yes, no worries. Leave it with me.
Yep?
She's finally graced us, 20 minutes late.
Uh, yes. That was Les.
Could you get Penny to call council
- when she's off a call?
- Yep.
Thank you, Lydia.
Hey.
Hey.
Pretty late, Pol.
Sorry, boss.
Just I-I just didn't get
much shut-eye last night, so...
[smacks lips]
- I get that.
- [Polly] Hmm.
Um, I just-just need you
to do a bit better, okay?
- Yeah. What--
- Could you?
What I better do is take this call.
[caller cries]
You've called Triple Zero. Can I get
- your location and the nature of--
- Please help us.
- I'm scared, I don't know...
- Mom!
- ...what he's gonna do.
- Ma'am?
- He's threatening...
- Slow down.
My little boy is here.
He's at the front.
- [child cries] Mom!
- I can't... Just...
- Give me your location.
- He's gonna do
- something really bad if he gets in here.
- Open the f*cking door!
- Ma'am?
- Hey, it's okay.
You're on a mobile,
- so I need your location.
- Shh. No, baby, it's okay.
- [assailant] Open the f*cking door!
- [caller] Hello?
[child] Why is he doing this?
- I know, I know, baby.
- Uh...
- It's okay.
- Ian.
- [assailant] Go open the f*cking door.
- [child yelps]
[caller sobs]
- Open the f*cking door!
- There's no AML. She...
- [Ian] Okay.
- She must be
- on-on a mobile.
- [caller] Hello? Please, no...
- Hello, hello.
- [sobs]
Listen to me. What's your name?
- Can you tell me your name?
- Tyra. Tyra Kennedy.
- Okay, Tyra, listen to me. I just--
- He's gonna hurt my son.
[Ian] Okay, and I can fix that.
- He's smashing the door.
- Tell me your address?
He's done it before. He's angry...
- Tyra?
- Twenty-five Bonnets Road...
[Ian] Bonnets Road, that's Rosebrook.
We're dispatching a car right now.
You've done the right thing
in calling, all right?
Is there a room in the house
that has a lock, maybe a bathroom, Tyra?
- Does the bathroom have a lock on it?
- Yes.
Okay, go to the bathroom now
and lock the bathroom door, please.
- We're going.
- Car is nearly there.
Do you know the assailant?
[sobs] It's my ex-husband.
Oh, my God,
I think he's in the house. [sobs]
[Ian] Tyra.
Okay, just keep talking to me, okay.
- Keep your son with you. Lock the door.
- Come on.
- Come on.
- Tyra.
[Tyra breathes shakily]
I think I can hear sirens.
Yes, that's right. Okay.
- I can hear police sirens.
- Yes.
Is your ex still on the premises?
Is he outside?
- I think he's gone.
- Okay, that's great, Tyra.
I need you to stay in the bathroom.
Keep the door locked
- until the police arrive, okay?
- Okay.
I'm handing you
back to the operator, Tyra.
- You did great.
- Thank you so much.
[sniffles] I'm sorry, baby.
- I'm so sorry, baby.
- [child crying]
- [clears throat]
- [Tyra, child crying]
Tyra, can I confirm that you're now safe
and ask whether
you require medical attention?
Yeah. We're safe.
- Good.
- [Ian] Ask her if the kid's okay.
- [sniffles, sighs]
- Is your child safe?
Yeah. Yeah, he's safe.
- Okay. It's gonna... I'm-I'm right here.
- [Tyra breathes heavily]
- I'm right here.
- Thank you.
Look at the call logs.
Fifth time he's done something like this.
One day it won't be her calling.
It'll be whoever finds her.
- [Tyra sniffling]
- [child crying]
[Polly] Tyra, can I confirm
that you can see the police?
- Yeah.
- Can you see the lights?
I can see lights.
Bonnets Road, Rosebrook.
[Polly] I know.
I want you to stay exactly where you are.
They're gonna come. They know ex...
They know where you are.
Stay there for me.
When they come up,
I want you to unlock the door.
[children chattering]
[child] I've got another one.
[Tyra] Wow.
Is it a lemon?
- Lemon.
- [locksmith] All done, love.
[child grunting]
[Tyra] How much is that?
[locksmith] Nah, don't worry about it.
[Tyra] Thanks, Mark. Say hi to Angela.
[Mark] Yeah, I will.
See ya.
- Good boy.
- [vehicle door opens, closes]
- [Tyra] Come on, let's go inside.
- [engine starts]
[sighs]
[knocks on door]
- Hey, Bill.
- Hey.
- The cot?
- Yeah, Deb said she spoke to you.
- Said tonight was a good night to come.
- I did. Uh... Mate, I'm really sorry.
I forgot that, um, I put
a bunch of stuff in storage last year
and the cot was one of those things.
Okay, so...
So, um...
I'll dig it out and I'll bring it
round to you guys, um, Thursday.
- Is that all right?
- Oh. Um...
Okay, is it gonna...
Is it gonna fit in your...
back of your car, or...
Yeah, it should. I'll figure it out.
She worries about you.
Yeah, I know.
I worry about her too.
Well, maybe when you come round, you can,
um, maybe stay for dinner. That'd...
That'd make her happy.
All right.
- Sorry about the cot.
- [Bill] No dramas.
[car departing]
[melancholy music playing]
[breathes shakily]
[reporters chatter]
[TV reporter] The region known as
the Shipwreck Coast...
[operator] Are there any weapons?
Is anyone drug- or alcohol-affected?
...the aftermath of yesterday's storm.
Volunteers express safety concerns...
[caller muttering]
- Ian?
- Yes.
Polly's back from lunch.
Forty-five minutes.
- [Ian] Okay. Send her in.
- Uh, Polly?
Polly.
[sighs]
[sniffs]
[Polly] Am I in trouble, boss?
[Ian] Close the door, please.
Hey, Pol.
Hi.
Uh...
Look, Pol.
What's been going on between us lately...
[scoffs] ...as your supervisor,
I shouldn't be doing that.
- Probably not.
- Right.
So, I just think that you and I,
if we could,
just get back on a professional footing.
- [sighs]
- It's just, Pol...
Just simple as you need
to be here when your shift starts.
Sometimes I screw up.
I thought you
of all people would understand.
- [knocks on door]
- Just a minute. Pol--
Yeah, sorry. I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Um... [inhales deeply]
Penny's just taken a call.
Human remains discovered up Durramal way.
All right. Have you dispatched it?
- Portland's closer. They can attend.
- Yes, I've dis...
- [Ian] Okay.
- Yes, um, but...
the caller said
that it looked like a very small child.
Were there any clothes found
with it or personal items?
[Penny] Mostly bones, they said. Like she...
Like the body had been buried a long time.
I just thought...
- Lydia thought you'd wanna know.
- Yeah, I thought you'd...
you'd wanna know.
[tense music playing]
[Ian] Bill, what have you got?
[Bill] We've only been here
about 20 minutes, mate, so not much.
[Ian] But it is a small child?
[Bill] That's what they're saying.
Yeah, clothes, shoes, dental?
[Bill] Mate, even if I had those details,
you know I couldn't give 'em to ya.
[police radio chatter]
Uh, forensics are on their way, so, um...
Okay.
- Ian, mate.
- What, mate, what?
What?
Deb doesn't know yet, mate, so just...
- Please.
- Yep.
Ben, Ian Ridley's on his way down
there to you, so just, um...
be ready.
There's no need to be here at the moment.
- We're... We've just started.
- Is it her, or...
You really can't be here right now, okay?
- Can you just--
- Mate, I'm not a civilian.
You're not gonna treat me like a civilian.
Okay. So, uh, look...
So body's been here for a long time.
Okay? So look, it's...
it's mostly skeletal, so we just...
- we can't say.
- Mm-hmm.
It was probably uncovered
by this mudslide triggered by the rain.
Those three called it in.
They're just a couple of kids from Koroit.
Okay. And is that the...
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Mate, no... just, the issue is--
- Ben, Ben, if--
I know, but...
Ben. What's, uh... What's going on?
Everything all right?
Uh, Ian Ridley, this is
- Detective Senior Sergeant Isabel Pena.
- Hi.
- The, uh, new head of Port McKenna CIU.
- [Isabel] Hi.
[Ian] So, yeah.
I'd like to see the remains,
um, and any personal effects
that were found--
Wait, wait, wait. Hang on.
Why... Who-Who are you?
Ian's the former head of Port McKenna CIU.
- You're police?
- [stammers] Well, ex-police.
Well, then I'm sorry, I have to ask you
to step off the crime scene.
Right away.
Well, um...
Maybe I can just, um...
Detective Senior Sergeant,
my daughter went missing.
She was kidnapped 11 years ago,
not so far from here.
Never seen again.
She was three years old.
I'm sorry.
If the body that you found matches her,
I need to know it.
Just wanna see her. Please.
[witness] I saw the body.
Just watch it, yeah? It's catching.
- Yeah, okay.
- Yep.
Thanks.
Have you had a dog team out here already?
[Ben] No, not yet.
- You sure, mate?
- Mm-hmm. Yep.
[Ben grunts]
[Isabel] We're estimating the child
to have been about three or four.
- Mm-hmm.
- [Isabel] Our current guess is
they've been buried at least ten years.
Body's wrapped
in what appears to be a bedsheet.
Otherwise seems to have been naked.
No personal effects recovered so far.
- Okay.
- [sighs] We...
We got a lotta work to do. Yeah?
So I think it's better for everyone if you
just head home. Let us get on with it.
Ben will be in touch if there's any news.
- Okay. Thank you.
- [Isabel] Sure.
[camera shutter clicks]
...talked to us as well.
[Ian] Hey there, you girls okay?
- Um...
- No, not really.
No, I know this is awful. Um...
You mind if I just ask you
a couple of questions? Um...
Just... I just wanna figure out
exactly what happened.
- We already talked to the other police.
- I know.
I hate to make you do it
over and over again, but it just...
it's really important. Is it okay?
- Just take a minute.
- Yeah, it's fine.
You were taking a walk and...
I saw something white
poking out of the mud
up there, so I went
to have a look and then--
Then we saw the jaw.
Just to be clear, you found the body
down there, but the jaw was separate.
Yeah, next to the cone.
And then I came back to Harper
when she screamed.
Okay, and what's your name?
- Chelsea.
- Chelsea. Okay, thank you.
So, did you... Were you walking a dog?
- [witness] No.
- I don't have a dog.
- No. Right.
- None of us have dogs.
See any dogs here at all?
There wasn't anyone here.
Okay. Thanks. Uh, do you have
someone coming to collect you girls?
- My mom.
- Her mom.
Okay. Thank you.
[Chelsea] Do you know what
my mom would say?
[hospital staff chattering]
- [sighs]
- [Ian] Hey.
Bill called.
Mm-hmm.
He said you were at the scene.
Yeah.
And?
I don't know.
I-I don't know.
Yes, you do.
Maybe.
[gasps, breathes shakily]
Jesus Christ.
Oh, my God.
- [crying] Oh, sh*t.
- [shushes] It's okay.
It's okay.
[Deb inhales deeply, cries]
Hey.
Is it her?
[Bill] Maybe.
Let's... Let's get a bit of privacy, yeah?
Let's get your stuff.
The body will be transported
back to the coroner's court
and they're gonna try and get a...
a usable DNA sample
and they're gonna run some tests.
What are they saying about cause of death?
Ian, you know it's
too soon for that, mate.
But they've got ideas, don't they?
I mean, were there signs of violence?
Were there broken bones or injuries?
The bosses say we're gonna wait for
an autopsy and we're gonna run tests--
Are you sitting around doing nothing?
I mean, who is this Pena anyway?
- Oh, Jesus Christ, Ian.
- I mean...
- They've got a m*rder victim.
- Ian.
It's a child, and they're sitting
around doing nothing--
No one's even sure that it's a m*rder--
'Course it's
a f*cking m*rder victim, Bill.
That body was disturbed
and more than just by the landslide.
- [Deb] Shut up.
- That means that somebody was there
- on scene before those kids--
- Ian, please.
[Ian] Why? They're wasting time.
[Deb stammers] Just stop it.
[dramatic music playing]
I know this is hard,
but everyone's doing the best they can.
Is this your best, is it?
Is this your best?
Well, that's a f*cking relief.
[door opens]
- Hi, Ian.
- [Ian] Hey.
...critical utility services
to those who are still in the dark.
We have no information...
So, what happened?
Nothing.
- I just thought--
- Nothing. No.
The-The police are doing, uh, tests.
They're running tests,
so until that finishes, I can...
I don't know. I don't know, Lydia.
But I got work to do...
[clears throat] ...to get on with.
I'm sure you do as well.
Okay. All right.
Well, um, you just shout out
if you need anything, okay?
[Ian] Thanks.
[camera shutter clicking]
[dog barking]
[barking continues]
Hello?
[dogs barking]
[dog walker]
Oy, this is private property, pal.
[Ian] Hey, g'day, mate. Um, uh...
Just, uh, heard
you might be selling some dogs is all.
But, um, it's all right,
if I've got the wrong idea.
I'll piss off. It's okay.
Zulu, shut up!
f*cking hell.
Yeah, no, no, no.
All good, mate. Um, well?
The pups are here and...
Unless you're after a fully grown one.
Well, little ones are cuter, aren't they?
Must be, uh, a bit of a pain in the arse,
walking this lot, is it?
Uh, you know there's more than one way
to exercise them.
- Is there?
- Mmm.
Was that you yesterday morning
in the forest back there
exercising this lot, was it?
[tense music playing]
You a cop?
Why? Have you done something wrong?
I'm f*cking with you, mate.
[chuckling] I'm f*cking with you.
I just wanna buy a dog, that's all.
Yeah, well, you know what? I've changed my
mind. I'm not selling any dogs today so,
why don't you do like you said,
and you can piss off? Don't. Wait.
Hey, mate. Don't go in there.
Don't go in there, you peanut!
You'll get the dogs riled up, you f*ck!
Hey!
Hey, get out of the f*cking cage!
Where'd you get this?
- These are my daughter's!
- I don't know--
- Where the f*ck did you get this?
- [grunts]
- [grunts]
- [grunts] Uh, no, I've never--
- Did you take my daughter?
- No, f*ck!
- Did you m*rder my daughter?
- I've never f*cking seen it
before in my life! I swear to God!
[grunts, screams]
f*cking... Mate, I don't know
what you're talking about!
[screams] You're breaking my f*cking arm!
- [Ian] Get the f*ck up!
- I don't know what you...
[Ben] Ian, this is bad.
- He had no probable cause--
- [Ian] Yes, Ben.
Yeah, it is bad, it is, because
that f*cking c*ck k*lled my daughter
and he's been living h-how far--
He says you assaulted him.
You abducted him.
You trespassed on his property--
You f*cking talking about?
He had Mags's pajamas.
The ones that she was wearing
when she was taken.
Well, he says, yesterday morning
one of his fences went down in the storm
and his dogs escaped.
Now, later on, he found two of them
digging in the mudslide,
and one of the dogs uncovered a body.
- Okay, and he didn't report that?
- Mulligan breeds dogs
- for use in ill*gal dog fights.
- [huffs]
He didn't want to get involved
with the police.
- No, okay? No, I mean, come on.
- [Ben] Okay. Ian, he... Ian, mate.
- He... Mate...
- f*ck me.
Ian, he was doing time
when Maggie was taken.
Six months for handling stolen goods.
He's got an airtight alibi.
Mate, it wasn't him.
They're Mags's pajamas, all right?
- They are Mags's pajamas.
- Yep.
How were they at the farm?
The other dog ran off
before Mulligan could collar it.
It had something in its mouth.
He says the animal came home
by itself later that night,
presumably brought
your daughter's pajamas with it.
Okay, if those pajamas were buried
for that long, they would've disint...
- There'd be nothing left.
- [Isabel] We found something
at the burial site.
The pajamas were wrapped in plastic,
preserving them.
[somber music playing]
Ian, please don't touch the evidence.
You agree it matches
what you found at Mulligan's farm?
Yeah?
[Isabel] They were in this bag,
buried near the body.
[Ben] So...
Now, Ian, we might not get
the DNA results back for another 48 hours.
Given that Maggie's pajamas
were buried with the body...
- [somber music continues playing]
- [sniffles]
[Ben] I... I am so sorry, mate.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales shakily]
[high-pitched ringing]
Oh, f*ck you!
[knocks on door]
[Ian] You call yourself a father,
you prick.
Andy! Your dad's here.
- [Andy] Hi, Dad.
- [dad] Hey, mate.
Mom tell you we're going to the festival?
Baby, please. We're gonna go, all right?
- Let's go.
- [car door closes]
After you.
[announcer] Welcome to
the 25th anniversary
of Port McKenna's folk festival...
- [cheering]
- [bell ringing]
Hey. That's cool, huh?
- Yeah.
- Let's go. Find something more exciting.
[friend] Tyra!
- Hey! How are you?
- It's good to see you.
- [vendor] There you go.
- [Tyra] Say thank you.
[Andy] Thank you!
- [vendor] Enjoy.
- Thank you.
[vendor] Hey, guys. Two bags?
[laughing]
[dad] You go in, mate.
[rock music playing]
Hi!
Hi, boss.
Hey.
Mind if I sit?
Yes.
- Look, I didn't know about your daughter.
- Eh?
I... I didn't know about your daughter.
- I'm really sorry.
- Oh, yeah. It's fine.
[slurring] It's fine.
But Lydia told me that it's...
it was this time of year
- that it happened, so...
- Yeah. [sniffles]
We don't need to talk about it.
- Okay.
- It's...
[Polly clears throat]
My ex-wife and I were dancing.
Uh, we came here to see a show
and, uh,
we left Mags at home
with her older brother.
Half-brother, Dean, 16.
He was 16 at the time
and, uh, we thought she'd be fine.
And we got home and, uh, yeah... [scoffs]
Yeah...
No...
Theory at the time was that it was, um...
someone from out of town who came,
you know, in for the festival.
- Opportunistic... [scoffs]
- [sighs]
Someone took that opportunity.
- It's fine, it's fine.
- [stammers]
Anyway, I left her there.
It's my responsibility.
That's what... That's what you get.
It's my fault.
[Polly] You didn't...
You didn't leave her there.
- She wasn't alone.
- [Ian] I'm a bad dad.
- She was with your son.
- I did leave her there.
I did. I'm her dad.
- Hey. Why don't we...
- [dad] Let's go. Come on.
- ...just...
- Come on. Let's go.
Let's just get out of here.
Then we can do whatever we want.
Sorry, hang on. Where's that f*ck gone?
I know I've been a pain in the arse
- at work, but I just--
- Wait, wait, wait. Where's he gone?
- Where the f*ck? f*cking...
- What, what, what... Wait.
- Ian. Wait.
- Hang on.
[rock music playing]
[laughs] You wanna go on a ride?
- Go take a ride, mate.
- [whimpers] I'm scared.
- No, Daddy. It's too high.
- Don't be scared off.
- Grow up.
- I'm scared.
Oh, buddy. Let's go on a ride.
- Mm-mmm.
- Why not? Come on.
Big boys go on rides, hey?
Stop being such a baby.
- Why not, mate? It's not too fast.
- It's too fast.
You can... Don't be a bloody p*ssy.
Come on, look.
It's not that bad, all right?
We're gonna have fun and your ma's gonna
keep her f*cking mouth shut
- or I swear to... What?
- Oy. Let go of the boy. Let go of him.
- Let go of him. Let go of him.
- [laughing]
- Listen, let go of him.
- Who the f*ck do you think you are?
Mate, you were hurting the boy.
- Wh-What's Daddy doing?
- You were hurting him.
- Where are you going?
- No, don't look at them.
- Oh, a big hero man, are ya? Hey?
- Yeah, I can be a hero.
Well, guess what? That's my biz, okay?
Hey, baby, don't look over there, okay?
- My kid, my f*cking business.
- Real good. Does it make you feel good?
[grunting]
[clamoring]
[grunting]
You f*cking prick!
You're a f*cking as*h*le.
- [yelps, grunting]
- [grunting]
- Stop! Stop! Stop!
- [clamoring]
That's enough! Get back.
Hey, get off him!
[door opens]
[constable] Come on. [straining]
Let's move, mate.
[Ian exhales deeply]
["Down to the River to Pray"
plays on radio]
[music stops]
[radio broadcaster]
Here, the Bible reminds us
that even when we're at our lowest,
help is there.
Because God's love is...
What are you doing at my police station,
little brother?
Hey.
Uh, just collecting a friend.
- Ah.
- Yeah.
You good?
Yeah.
Wasn't it...
It was Sarah's birthday, was it?
Yeah, we didn't see you.
Never got an invite.
Uh, got someone to come in
and pick you up?
Yeah.
Oh, is your friend...
[stammers] ...Ian Ridley?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is. Yeah.
Why? Do you know him?
Oh, I just remember his name
from when he used to work here.
He used to work here.
Yeah.
Yeah, we, um... we go swimming sometimes.
Yeah. [sighs]
His, uh, daughter went missing.
[stammers] It happened a long time
before I got here, but, um...
Anyway, they...
they-they-they finally found the body.
Yeah, I heard that.
Mmm.
- No good.
- Anyway, uh, poor fella's hit the rocks.
I better get some more,
um, cleaning equipment, start work.
Yeah. Um, I'd like to see you.
You know, we're family, so I'd like to
- see more of you, if that's... Yeah.
- Look us up in the phone. Phone.
- You take it easy.
- Okay.
Stay out of trouble.
- [friend] You okay?
- [Ian] Not really.
Come here.
[Ian sighs]
[engine sputtering, squealing]
[Ian] Mate, if this sh*t box breaks down,
I'm not pushing it.
[friend chuckles]
[pensive music playing]
You remember my story from AA, right?
- Off my face, car accident.
- [Ian] Yeah, I know it.
[friend] Mmm.
Just after I got sober, I, um...
Oh, it really hit me, what I'd done,
you know?
I f*cked up that woman's life.
f*cked it.
And the only way I came back from that
was committing to the process.
Finding a higher power.
And this is mine.
The ocean.
Doesn't work for me. Okay?
It just doesn't.
Because what sort of God would allow--
- It doesn't have to be God.
- Whatever, mate. Whatever.
God, ocean... I f*cking get... I get it.
But it doesn't change anything, does it?
Higher power or no higher power,
it doesn't change anything.
Doesn't bring Maggie back to me.
My life's still in the shitter.
That's it.
Okay?
So, I appreciate it, but...
- [sniffs]
- Listen to me.
Hurt people hurt people.
Do you understand?
Sometimes the people they love the most.
You can f*ck up your life, mate.
That's up to you.
But do you have the right
to f*ck up other people's lives?
[emotional music playing]
[sniffles]
[engine sputtering, squealing]
- [knocks on door]
- [Bill] I'll get it.
- Ian, hey. How are you? Come in.
- Hey.
Uh, no, it's okay, mate.
I've just brought the cot.
- Oh, right.
- Yeah, you were right.
Didn't fit in my car.
[Bill chuckles]
Well, come in and say g'day.
Uh, your son's just arrived.
Just down in the kitchen.
- [Ian] Deano.
- Dad.
[Ian] You staying with Deb?
- [Ian] How's Mom?
- [Dean] Sends her love.
- I didn't know you were in town.
- Yeah. I, um...
I heard about the...
And I thought I should be here.
You look good.
You look old.
[chuckles]
[stammers] Do you want a Coke
or a water or something?
No, no, I'm-I'm fine.
- Thank you. Thank you. [clears throat]
- Okay, cool.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Just brought the cot.
Sober?
Yes.
You got... Funeral services, is it?
- Yeah.
- [door closes]
Thought it was about time.
I was actually thinking
I'd like to help with that.
Help with the planning, the arrangements.
And I'd like to pay for it all.
If that's okay?
'Cause funerals are expensive.
Really?
Yeah, I'd, um...
like to move on, Deb.
For you and for me.
For everyone.
That would be really...
That would be really great.
[melancholy music playing]
Thank you.
- [somber music playing]
- [Ian sighs]
[sighs]
[radio broadcaster]
Speculation is mounting
that the human remains discovered
in the Mount Larou area on Tuesday
may be the body of
missing Port McKenna girl Margaret Ridley,
who was last seen 11 years ago
asleep in her bed
before disappearing
in what appeared to be a kidnapping.
Now with this discovery, police are hoping
there might finally be some answers
and some closure for the Ridley family.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I got the paints,
but I'm just gonna hide them for now.
You look tired.
Yeah, long day.
Hmm? Oh, no. No, no.
Deep breath. Deep breath.
- [sniffs]
- Hmm?
- [sighs]
- Feel better?
Come look at this.
- Oh, wow.
- Yeah.
- [chuckles]
- [chuckles]
It's really forming up here, isn't it?
- With the green.
- Yeah. It's all the detail.
[footsteps approaching]
[child] I'm going to check on the animals.
[parent] Okay, possum.
What's that frown about?
- Oh, like I said, just been a long day.
- Mmm.
[door closes]
[kisses]
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[Deb laughs]
[wind howling]
- [paper rustles]
- [dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music continues]
[Ian] She was taken away from me.
She needed me. She trusted me.
And I failed her.
[Deb] Maggie could still be alive?
I'm gonna make it right.
No, I'm just trying to get Maggie back.
That's all I'm trying to do.
- Did you see her?
- Who?
[lock clicks]
[whispers] I'm gonna protect this family.
No matter what happens.
- [horn honks]
- [tires screech]
I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me the truth.
What did you do?
[Ian] She has been there for 11 years.
It's her, Deb. It is her.
Why would someone lie to me
about something so important?
Open the door! Please, unlock it!
I can help you! It's okay!
[cries]
Maggie!
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