01x04 - k*ller Climate

[bunniefuu]

Mackenzie, I can use you

here at Dolphin Cove,

but only if you want to stay.

You either work here

or you don't.

Well, I'm not an instrument

for institutional oppression,

like some.

(Felix) Yesterday you wanted a g*n.

- It's your anniversary?

- Five years.

(chuckles)

You walked out on me, Mack.

Remember?

I'm sorry.

I am sorry for what I did to you.

(crickets chirping)

(mid-tempo music playing)

(chuckles)

- Nice.

- Whoo-hoo!

- Give me your hand.

- Yeah.

Let's go.

(Henry) Okay. Camera's rolling.

I'm Byron Jones, and this is

unceded First Nations land,

which the government promised us

would be protected

for koala conservation.

But tomorrow,

Sunshine Timber are

going to cut these trees down.

Turning this place

into a tinderbox.

Hey, oi, camera on me?

(Henry) Yeah, righto,

keep your pants on.

Oi, brothers, get on with it.

(sighs)

So, people call

Natural Force Collective t*rrorists,

but this is an act of self defence,

- against

- (leaves rustling)

(Henry) It's probably just a wombat.

Come on, keep going.

This is an act of self-defence

against mass extinction.

To live another day, we must

(all) Defend and disobey!

So, how do you feel

about going to jail?

I say, bring it on.

I would like to see them

try to take me in.

Hey, temper.

Temper, yeah?

Save it for

when the loggers get here.

(sighing)

What?

You having second thoughts?

None.

- What about you, Byron?

- Me?

You worried about being locked up?

(scoffs)

Jail's nothing for me.

I've done it before

and I'll do it again.

(Maggie) Come on, speed it up!

Everyone secure?

Yep.

Yeah, all good.

Secure.

Now get some shut-eye.

It's going to be w*r in the morning.

(birds chirping)

(groans)

(Ken) How did everyone sleep?

- (Henry) Terrible.

- (Maggie) Never better.

Byron?

Byron, wake up.

Oi, Byron.

(Ken) Byron, get up.

- Byron?

- (Maggie) What's happening?

Byron! Oi! Can you hear me?

- He's not

- (Ken) Byron!

- Byron!

- (Maggie) Is he alright?

- (Ken) Ugh!

- (Henry) Oi! Byron!

(Ken) Byron, get up!

(Henry) Oi! Byron!

Help! Someone!

(opening theme music playing)

(mid-tempo music playing)

- (Glenn) Morning!

- (Daisy) Hey!

Still on the Breakfast

of Champions, I see.

Ah, and you're still wearing

that cheerleading outfit.

I play at centre halfback.

Oh, cool. I regret the error.

It's his 300th game on Friday,

so he's just doing his

pre-game ritual of exercising

and stressing out.

What's your excuse for exercising?

On a day like this,

how could you not?

Erm, I'll grab our juices.

Do you want me to, erm,

get you something

with perhaps

some nutritional value or

- No.

- No.

(Mackenzie) Thank you.

Actually, while I've got you,

I was hoping you could, erm

If I could, ah

get my engagement ring back.

Oh.

Oh, you're gonna bah-bao!

Yeah.

Er, it's time, and it's my grandma's.

Which you know, obviously.

- Obviously.

- (Glenn) So I'd like to

Mm, mm, mm.

Yeah, yeah, I'll get it to you.

(Glenn) Great.

Yep, and the, er,

the full-forward is the one

who kicks the goals.

(Mackenzie)

Oh, that is so fascinating.

- You should come to the game, Mack.

- (mobile buzzing)

(Mackenzie) Oh, I don't do the footy.

You're doing the footy.

I beg your pardon?

On patrol, at the game, in uniform.

- I don't have a uniform.

- Well, that can be arranged.

Can't someone else do it?

I mean, I don't really like

- people.

- You?!

No, you're so popular!

Look, the rest of the team,

they do their bit.

Whether you like it or not,

so will you.

What if I'm still caught up

with this case?

I have every faith in you.

- (Colin) Morning, boss.

- Hey.

Bit of a situation.

- What have we got?

- (Ken) Get us off!

Victim found while staging a protest.

Looks like someone, or something,

hit him over the head.

(Ken) What's taking so long?

(Felix) Just head around the back.

(Henry) Get us off here, please!

(Maggie) Please,

just get us off, okay?

I need you to stay calm.

We're working on it.

Felix, I need you

to contain this scene

after you cut them free.

And make sure you search them

before you take them

down to the station.

We're not thinking

about arresting them, are we?

They're chained to a corpse,

Constable.

This is a crime scene!

Please stay back.

Please stay back. Stay back.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Please stay back.

(retches)

(retching)

Byron Jones, 35 years old.

A pretty notorious member

of Natural Force Collective.

What were they doing here exactly?

Protecting the koalas.

And, ah, who can blame them?

I cuddled one at

the wildlife sanctuary last year.

Most of those koalas have chlamydia.

Well, they didn't get it from me.

Okay, wound to the back

of the head.

Ah, could be from the log.

Mm-hm. Someone could

have forced his head back.

(Colin) Mm-hm. Yeah, well,

forensics are on the way.

Odd. Only one sock.

Who would hike all the way

up here in only one sock?

Maybe he couldn't find

a matching pair.

Does my head in.

Who found the body?

Ah, Operations Manager for

Sunshine Timber, Fiona Kolios.

Okay, let's go speak to her.

Okay, brilliant.

I arrived at 0500 hours

to let the boys in for work.

I heard yelling and I found

his body like that, chained up.

- It's awful.

- Do you know the victim?

Not really, honestly.

But I am across

various environmental groups.

It's part of the job.

Did anyone from Sunshine Timber

access the coupe last night?

(Fiona) No, anyone coming in

needs security clearance from me.

But someone could have broken in

after the protesters?

Well, we have cameras

that cover the entire fence

around the perimeter.

- We'll need that footage.

- Of course.

We want to help in any way

we can.

Honestly, it's, erm, just horrible.

(suspenseful music playing)

Okay, thanks.

We'll, ah, we'll be in touch.

She's lying about something.

How can you tell?

She said the word "honestly" twice.

Which means she's being anything but.

Please, can you state your name,

for the record?

Ken Sen-Jones.

Henry Jones, Byron's my

was my brother.

No comment.

Okay, well

for the record, Maggie Mitchell.

Your licence is expired, by the way.

Okay.

Can you describe

what happened last night?

Yeah, someone k*lled my husband.

So you guys should be out there

trying to find whoever did it.

Which is what we're trying to do.

Maggie and I

were out getting supplies.

We picked up Henry and Byron

at Natural Force headquarters

around midnight.

Did you go inside?

No, we flashed our headlights

and they came out.

Can you at least tell us

what time you broke in

to the logging coupe?

No comment.

We entered publicly owned land

around 2am.

Who locked you to the excavator?

# Fighting for the forest.

# We shall not be moved.

# Fighting for the forest.

# We shall not be moved.

# Just like a tree

That's planted by the water. #

Byron locked us all on,

around 2:30am.

Is there any way you can

get yourself free of the chains?

You know, in an emergency, or

No. That's the whole point.

(Colin) Did you see

or hear anyone else on the site

after you'd locked on?

(Ken) I didn't see anyone.

And I think in the middle of the

night, I felt the chain shaking.

Definitely shaking.

It's a lot of effort to go to

just to stop the logging

for what, one day?

Byron always said

that every minute counts.

Every single minute.

Every last tree.

The government has no

legal right to raze that forest.

It's public land

that should be in public hands,

not signed over to those vandals.

# Brothers together

We shall not be moved.

-# Brothers #

-Stop it!

So, anything Byron said or did,

you all just followed?

We all worked together.

Everyone united.

Followed?

I founded this collective

when he was still in nappies.

I mean, no comment.

We reviewed the security footage.

No sign of anyone entering

or exiting the premises.

So, four activists break

into a remote logging coupe

with a fence around

the entire perimeter.

They chain themselves

to an excavator.

They can't escape.

They can't see

or reach each other.

No-one else goes in or out.

- At least not that we can see.

- Mm.

Yet somehow,

one of them wakes up dead.

Mm.

What? "Wakes up dead"?

Our victim is Byron Jones.

(Reggie) Ooh, legend.

Do you know, once, he glued himself

to the road on the Harbour Bridge

over climate change?

Now, that is

how you stage a protest.

- Isn't that a bit extreme?

- Extreme, and fearless.

A master of drawing

attention to the cause.

I mean, Maggie Mitchell

may have been the founder

of the Natural Force

back in the '80s,

but it was Byron who almost

went to jail for Bunjil Creek.

What was Bunjil Creek?

Oh, it's only the Woodstock

of protests.

Oh, I remember that.

Weren't some miners hurt

when activists supposedly tampered

with one of the bulldozers?

- Byron was arrested?

- Trumped-up charges.

Dirty mine and dirty coppers

in it together.

It was shocking.

Ah, you might want to rephrase

that, Regina.

Decent folk, just

just trying to do their jobs.

- Mm.

- Anyway, Byron was acquitted.

The mine got shut down,

and he became a hero.

Yeah, with a few enemies, no doubt.

Felix, put together a list

of the victims of Bunjil Creek.

See if any of them were in

Dolphin Cove the last 24 hours.

Okay.

Okay, so the trespassers

arrive at 2am,

and then Fiona Kolios,

she drives up at 5am.

Do we have the video yet

from Henry's camera?

Ah, still waiting for

an email from forensics.

Phone records? Financials?

Victim's phone wasn't on his person.

His husband said he barely used it.

Didn't like the radiation.

(Reggie) Well, that checks out.

I mean,

Byron was a bona fide radical.

Old school.

Who else could have

pulled off such a gutsy protest?

In one sock.

So he's only wearing one sock.

He's his own man.

Odd socks? Yes.

No socks? Unhygienic,

but there's an equilibrium.

One sock?

Of all the combinations,

it's just wrong.

Well, ah,

let's run a background check

on everyone chained

to that excavator.

- C

- (Door closes)

(Glenn) Cause of death appears

to be a subdural haematoma.

Internal bleeding

around the brain from a, ah

Blow to the back of the head, yep.

Did you find anything

in the wound?

A few splinters.

The bite marks on his tongue

indicate a seizure,

a symptom of the head wound.

Okay, so the victim's head

was forced back against the log.

It's likely.

The bruise on his chest

also supports that.

Could that be a hand mark?

The assailant held him down?

- It's possible.

- Mm.

But how do you do that

if you're chained up as well?

You don't think the k*ller's

one of the other activists?

Well, no-one else came in or out.

They couldn't even scratch

their nose.

How could any of them k*ll Byron?

Yeah, well, figure that out

and we're getting somewhere.

Ah, by the way, I

I am coming to your rugby game.

Oh, it's actually

- (sighs)

- Yeah, it's not by choice.

Your mother is making me patrol.

Oh, she's a monster.

Yeah, she is punishing me.

Or it's her way of making sure

you finally see me play.

- I've seen you play.

- What, twice?

Three times, even.

Actually, just a reminder

about the, ah

Oh, the, ah, the ring.

Yeah, don't worry.

I know exactly where it is.

(objects clattering)

(Mackenzie groans)

I have no idea where it is.

Oh, well

(chuckles)

It's great to see

that you've kept the house

in the same condition

your mother did.

Oh, no, this, this,

this is the

it's the collective's finances.

Actually, this is quite interesting.

They were struggling

until a couple of months ago,

and then they got quite sizeable,

- anonymous donations

- (Reggie) Mackenzie!

Focus.

I have turned this place upside down.

It is not here.

I have no idea where it is.

(mockingly)

Well, it's not good, is it?

- That is not helping!

- Okay, okay. Alright.

I've got you, honey. Right?

But on one condition.

You do exactly what I say

with no objections.

Sure.

Close your eyes.

No objection.

Tell me why.

- I thought if I hypnotised you

- (Mackenzie) Absolutely not.

I am a fully qualified

hypnotherapist.

Was it an online course, Reggie?

- Over three weeks.

- Yep.

Okay, just trust me. Hm?

Just close

those beautiful eyes of yours.

Both of them.

Okay.

(bell jingling)

Ah! Close.

(bell jingling)

Relax.

I want you to picture the ring.

What do you see?

It's shiny, I don't know.

Okay, okay, okay.

What does the ring mean?

- Wedding.

- (Reggie) Mm-hm.

- Marriage.

- (Reggie) Mm.

Erm, obligation.

Too right.

God, apart from a cake and a dress

and someone to rub your feet

twice in 32 years,

it's not worth the aggravation.

You know, I don't think

I could have handled

one more person telling me

what I threw away.

Threw away. That's it. Okay.

- Ah! The day of the wedding

- Yeah?

- I took off the ring

- Yeah?

and I threw it

right there.

(Reggie) I told you. Hypnotherapy.

(groaning)

'Course, hypnotherapy

isn't foolproof.

- (shovel clanks)

- (gasps)

(laughing)

(Reggie) Oh, but what did I say?

Fully qualified!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, looks okay,

for six years in the dirt.

Yeah.

Do you remember Mum's reaction

when we got engaged?

Oh, God, what did she say?

Something about

marriage being a prison

that shackles women to domesticity.

I mean, she had a point.

Yeah, she loves to make a point.

I could hear her yelling at you

from across the bay,

"Mackenzie, you'll be shackled!

Mackenzie!"

(chuckles)

- That's a kilometre away.

- (Reggie) Mm.

Sound wouldn't travel that far.

(suspenseful music playing)

So, Byron's phone records show

that he was only messaging

one number.

Mm. Unlisted.

(Mackenzie) Mm.

There she is. Try that number.

(line ringing)

How did you know?

Why did Fiona know to go to that

exact spot yesterday morning?

She heard the activists yelling

when she entered the coupe.

I heard yelling

and found his body like that.

The entrance is a kilometre away

from the excavator.

- So she couldn't have heard them?

- Mm.

She knew Byron would be there.

Come on, let's see where she goes.

Ooh, wouldn't do that, Fiona.

This was not my idea.

It was his.

Byron's?

Mm.

Oh!

He was providing information

to Sunshine Timber, wasn't he?

Why would a radical

environmentalist like Byron

help Sunshine Timber?

Because he was being

compensated for it.

That explains

the large anonymous donations.

I'm guessing his name's

not on the books.

(Fiona) A few months ago,

he sent me a message

that he'd realised the only way

to stop the logging was in court.

And Natural Force filed plenty

of injunctions against us.

So he got the cash

to keep his collective going

and you got advance warnings about

where the collective

would be protesting.

So we could contain the protest

- before the press got wind.

- Uh-huh.

Does anyone else

know you were working with him?

(laughing) Are you joking?

He insisted I use a separate phone,

delete every message.

And the one time I saw him in person,

he pretended he didn't even know me.

Byron?

Sorry, we don't

(Fiona) It's all an act.

- Everyone has a price, detective.

- Mm.

Can you confirm your whereabouts

the night Byron was k*lled?

I was staying

with my sister in Port Bray.

I never went near him.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Byron was on the take

from Sunshine Timber.

No way! No, that can't be.

- (Colin) Okay, thank you.

- (Felix) Sorry, Reggie.

Okay, Fiona's alibi

confirmed by sister

and two of her neighbours.

Where are we

with background checks?

Ah, Ken Sen-Jones,

a couple of charges

for assaulting police officers.

Seems he's got a temper.

Maggie Mitchell wears a lot

of perfume.

No, that's patchouli.

A woman like that

is all natural.

Yeah, ah, she's been

a hardcore environmentalist

for over 30 years.

She basically lives off the grid.

No socials, no mobile.

And a lot of "no comment".

- What about the brother?

- Ah, Henry Jones.

Studied medicine but dropped out

to become an environmentalist.

Ah, usually behind the scenes,

filing injunctions.

(Mackenzie) Anything on those miners

injured at Bunjil Creek?

No records of any of them

in Dolphin Cove.

Byron was staying

in Dolphin Cove for how long?

A few months.

They're using an old hall

in Jacaranda Court,

where there was

a noise complaint

just before midnight

the night Byron died.

- Two blokes shouting.

- You were on that night.

- Why didn't you follow up?

- Yeah.

Er, a tourist hit a roo on the M1.

I had to redirect traffic.

Well, according to Ken's statement,

they picked Byron and Henry up

from headquarters at midnight.

Sounds like the brothers

were having an argument.

Ah.

About what?

I didn't want to go through with

the action at the logging coupe.

Why not?

My

brother and I

are very different people.

He believed that

protesting would change things,

and I thought there was more to it.

He got in your way?

No.

I was just trying

to protect him.

Byron spent six months on remand

after Bunjil Creek,

and I just knew

he wasn't going to be

able to survive that again.

What exactly happened

at Bunjil Creek?

He hardly ever spoke about it,

but he kept some files on it.

Where are they?

The files?

Just give me a sec.

You haven't seen his phone?

Nah.

I haven't been able to face

going through his stuff just yet.

Can we have a look round for it?

Yeah, I s'pose so.

You're not going to find

anything on it, though.

He hardly used the thing.

Except when he was giving

information to Sunshine Timber

in exchange for money.

Byron would never do that.

So, why do you think

you started receiving

all those big donations?

Our planet is burning.

And our governments

are doing nothing about it.

People believe in this cause,

Detective Clarke, and Byron had

a way of firing them up.

Found the phone.

That's weird.

Ken and Byron normally keep

all their cash in that box.

There should be more.

You knew about this spot?

Me and Ken, yeah.

Ha!

Byron's?

(Henry) I guess so, yeah.

(under breath) Sock.

Oh!

(Colin) Mackenzie!

Taped to the bottom of the desk.

We can get them to the lab

to see what we're dealing with.

No need.

They'll be painkillers. Opioids.

How do you know?

Byron copped a shoulder injury

from a fight

he had when he was on remand.

He got addicted.

He swore he was clean, though.

Does his husband know about this?

If he did, he wouldn't be happy.

Do you know his whereabouts?

I actually haven't seen him

since we left the police station.

- Well, that was productive.

- Wasn't it?

The file, the money,

the phone, the drugs.

It's strange.

- (Colin) Why?

- Well, I don't know yet.

Call Glenn, get him

to prioritise the tox report.

You know what this means, right?

That Byron was under

the influence of opioids?

Mm.

And it explains the one sock.

Does it?

- He wasn't thinking straight.

- (Colin) Oh.

Well, thank goodness

we have an answer for that.

I'm going to get Felix

to chase up Maggie Mitchell,

see why she wasn't staying here.

How do you know

she wasn't staying here?

Oh, not a whiff of patchouli

anywhere.

(opera playing over radio)

(tapping)

Maggie Mitchell, police!

(objects rattling)

(tapping)

I know you're in there.

(Maggie) Off you trot.

(Maggie oinking)

Oh!

Er, what is this?

That's for patrol, at the football.

You're a constable again.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the team.

Is there anything in that file

that Henry gave us?

Ah, nothing unusual.

Well, erm, apart from this.

Byron wrote something here.

"1-7-S-K"?

(Reggie) Mm, that's not a seven,

that's a three.

- (Colin) Or a Zed.

- Mm

Okay, whatever it is,

what does it mean?

(Felix) Maggie Mitchell

has zero respect.

She wouldn't even

come out of her van.

I'm pretty sure she was making

oinking noises at me.

(Reggie laughing)

- (Felix) That's not funny.

- Sorry.

I wonder if Maggie

would talk to a kindred spirit

of the environmental movement.

I reckon I might know someone.

(telephone ringing)

Felix, could you get that

for me, please?

(clears throat)

- Look at this.

- (Felix) Dolphin Cove Police Station.

- (Colin) Coloured dots.

- (Mackenzie) Mm-hm.

On Byron and Ken's calendar.

Some sort of, er, Morse code?

Thank Goddess

those days are over, eh?

(both chuckling)

Sorry, what on Earth

are you on about?

That was Sunshine Timber.

Bit of a scene happening there.

(glass shatters)

- You k*lled him!

- (indistinct shouting)

Hey!

(banging)

Somebody in there k*lled my husband!

(siren wailing)

(glass shatters)

Open up!

- (Felix) Hey, Ken

- Hey!

Ken, it's alright.

- It's okay.

- Get away from me.

It's okay, mate.

Mate, it's okay. Come here.

It's alright, it's alright.

You're alright, mate.

You're alright.

(Mackenzie) We just need

to ask you some questions.

Stay calm. Breathe.

You're alright.

They wanted to silence him.

Why would they do that,

when he was giving them

all the information that they needed?

That's not true,

Byron would never

Yeah, look, I'd be angry too.

He betrayed you.

He betrayed the whole collective.

Do you really think

that one of us would do that?

We're a family.

Oh.

Did you know he was using

drugs again?

(scoffs)

You can't have been happy

about this.

Especially as the two of you

were planning on having a baby.

How did you know that?

Well

These dots

they're an ovulation cycle.

I assume you had

a surrogate lined up.

We wanted a family

more than anything.

So you must have been furious

when you found out

Byron had spent the money

you would need.

(scoffs) What?

Byron blew all your money

for surrogacy,

he ruined your chances

of having a baby,

and he started using

drugs again.

Everything you'd ever wanted, gone.

He worked so hard to stay clean.

He promised me.

You really didn't see the signs?

The only time I thought

something was off with him

was that night.

He was unsteady on his feet.

(sighs)

Should have known.

- (tapping)

- (Felix) It's the Police!

Open the door, please.

Alright, alright, settle down!

This is public land.

I have as much right

to be here as anyone.

Look, we've had complaints about you

washing your underwear at the tap.

Playing loud music?

Public urination?

That's a load of polly-waffle.

Oi! Pig!

(western music plays)

Hey!

Why don't you back off?

This is none of your concern, madam.

Steady on.

Oh, and listen to a bootlicker

who blindly follows the rules.

- Wait, what?

- You heard me!

- Yeah?

- Yeah!

Yeah, well, at least

I'm not a bored old stickybeak

who's trying to get in

the way of someone with a

- with a real job.

- Oh, a stickybeak?

- Yeah! Stickybeak.

- Oh, right. With a real job.

You've got a real job,

have you, mate?

- Yeah, I've got a real job.

- Good for you!

Why don't you arrest us, or push off?

Yeah.

I want this vehicle

cleared out by the morning.

- Ooh, big man.

- Coppers. You alright?

Yeah, yeah,

I've dealt with worse.

(Maggie) Alright.

Oh, do you want a cup of tea?

- I'd love one.

- (both chuckle)

(Mackenzie) Did you figure out

if the scribble was a seven?

(Colin) Not yet. I'm working on it.

- I think Ken really did love Byron.

- (Mackenzie) Mm.

Doesn't mean he didn't k*ll him.

How'd you go with Maggie?

Well, Reggie sure committed.

I reckon that's a T.

(Colin) Hmm.

I reckon it's a K.

- No, maybe it is a T.

- (Felix) Mm.

So, whatcha doin' on the weekend?

Look at you,

making conversation.

- It's my Nan's birthday.

- Okay. Yeah.

Colin, what about

what about you?

Erm, I'm off to the footy.

And by footy,

I mean Aussie Rules.

Footy I still can't get

my head round it.

I'm holding the banner

for Glenn's 300th game.

You can you can help if you like.

Oh, I would rather eat

my own hair.

- Oh.

- But if you're going to be there,

you could cover my patrol.

Yeah? Nice bit of

bit of overtime for you.

Oh, no, the thingy, er,

holding the banner

- (mobile buzzing)

- Oh, phone.

- (Colin) The banner, erm

- Hello?

(Colin) Oh.

(Mackenzie) Yeah, what have you got?

Yep, I'm on my way.

Thanks for taking the shift, Colin.

Yeah, Mackenzie, I'm not sure,

cos the banner need

it needs quite a few people to

She's gone.

(door closes)

(Glenn) Byron's tox report was clean.

That can't be right. No.

No, we found drugs

in his possessions,

and, and Ken said

he looked drugged that night.

Well, he wasn't.

Then we still don't know why

he was only wearing one sock.

Maybe it's a fashion statement?

- Ah, you're joking.

- Yes.

(chuckles) Well, it is hard to tell

with your past questionable choices.

Excuse me?

Er, I seem to remember

a strange attachment

to shark tooth jewellery.

- (chuckles)

- (Mackenzie) Mm.

Speaking of

Oh, yeah, yeah, the

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Ah

- You okay?

- Well, yeah, just, erm

- You don't have it?

- (Mackenzie) No, I, er

Oh, it is so stupid, really.

- Erm

- What?

Hey. Hi, Sprout.

You ready for dinner?

Hi, Mum.

Later, yeah?

- I'll just grab my stuff.

- (Philomena) Oh.

What's got you looking

like a stunned mullet?

Er, Colin Colin's covering

my patrol at the at the football.

Oh, is he now?

He was going to be there anyway.

Yeah, supporting the team.

Still, he can do both.

Well

(clicks tongue)

Looks like you orchestrated that

beautifully.

Ready to go.

So, feel like crayfish?

(Philomena) Oh,

and I'm going to pay for that?

(Glenn) No, I picked a couple

out of the water this morning.

Erm, yeah, that one?

Ooh, yeah.

- And this one.

- Yeah?

That's from Tassie Dams.

Oh!

Middle of the night,

Forestry came, raided us.

- God, that must have been just

- What? Terrifying?

No, exhilarating.

Knew you'd get it.

- Up.

- Hey.

So, erm,

did you get taken to lock-up?

That's where I met my husband.

- Oh.

- Ex.

Ah. The only good kind.

(Maggie) The only good thing that

came out of mine was the kids.

That never happened for me.

- (Maggie) Oh, I'm sorry.

- Nah. Que sera, sera.

Yours must be proud of you.

30 years in the movement.

- You'd think that.

- Oh, come on.

Their mum's the founder

of the Natural Force Collective.

How many kids can say that?

All they remember

is the time I wasn't there.

I gave my life to the collective.

I've got nothing to show for it.

I've got no house, no savings,

no-one to love me but this old girl.

Well, you've

you've got the collective.

- They're your family.

- So I thought.

Till that leech took it all away.

Or tried to.

Who Who tr

- (upbeat music playing)

- Ah! I love this one.

(Maggie sighs)

(Mackenzie)

Henry's headcam footage has come in.

Watch this.

So, here, Byron has

a bandana on his wrist.

But when we found the body

- (Colin) It's gone.

- So where did it go?

We searched the whole area.

Suspects. Nothing.

(sniffs)

(all sniffing)

Is that patchouli?

Ooh. (chuckles)

It's been a long time

since I've spent a night in a van.

But I'll tell you what,

it was worth it.

- What an incredible woman.

- What did Maggie tell you?

Oh, where do I start?

The stories she tells.

That woman has lived.

She's put it on the line

for her beliefs all her life,

no matter what it cost her.

- (Colin) Er, Reggie?

- Yeah?

- The case.

- Oh, right.

Well, you're not

going to believe this.

Byron made a proposal

to vote Maggie out last week,

and it passed.

So Maggie's no longer part

of the collective?

(Reggie) Nah.

Why did she go through with

the protest?

(Reggie) Well, cos

Natural Force is all she has.

She doesn't see her kids,

she's got no fixed address.

That van and the movement

is her entire life.

And Byron took it all from her.

- No wonder she's furious.

- (Mackenzie) Yeah.

(Reggie) I did find something.

An envelope for the ferry to Tassie.

She's planning on leaving?

Well, I called them on the way here,

and she's booked

a one-way ticket for tomorrow.

But but She's on the run!

Come on, Colin!

Er, yeah, yeah.

I need a coffee. A big coffee.

Oh, what's she doing?

- (van door closes, engine starts)

- Stop! Police!

Where are you going?

Literally nowhere to go.

Stop.

(engine stalling)

Huh.

Maggie Mitchell,

step out of the vehicle.

And there she is.

Can you explain why you're leaving

during a police investigation?

- No comment.

- Hm.

We know that Byron kicked you

out of the collective.

How do you know that?

Oh, that little snitch.

So he took your entire life's

work from you?

I wanted to k*ll him, sure,

but I was chained up all night.

And I'm a pacifist.

I don't even eat meat.

So, why are you leaving?

Cos those vandals down in Tassie

want to start up

old-growth logging again.

Not on my watch.

Oh, so you are in charge

of the collective again?

It's a collective, sweetheart.

No-one's in charge.

That's what Byron never understood.

It always had to be about him.

Just just stay in Dolphin Cove.

You can't keep a good woman

chained to the tide.

Well, actually,

with your expired licence,

I could keep you here for good.

So, Maggie Mitchell confirmed

everything Reggie told us.

Well, that's if she's telling

the truth, the shifty old bird.

Well, considering she was

kicked out of the collective,

- she's got motive.

- Mm.

We've got plenty of motives.

Are any of them strong enough

to drive someone to m*rder?

Well, Byron ruined Ken's dreams

of creating a happy family.

And betrayed Henry

and the rest of the collective

by being on the take

from Sunshine Timber.

But the only person that conceivably

could have k*lled him,

Fiona Kolios, has no motive.

- (Reggie) Mm.

- And then there's the one sock.

(Colin groans)

(Mackenzie) And now Byron's bandana

has disappeared too.

(Reggie) Well, we're looking

for a laundry thief. (chuckles)

(Mackenzie) There's something

we're not seeing.

Oh, hello.

Erm, has anyone got

a magnifying glass?

Yeah.

It's, er, quite useful

in examining certain buds

before you harvest.

Erm, that's to help

with my arthritis.

(Colin) Oh!

The writing in the Bunjil Creek file.

Mm.

- (Colin) 1-7-S-K.

- (Mackenzie) Mm.

Byron Jones was charged with

causing serious injury recklessly,

which is Section 17

of the Victorian Crimes Act.

Okay, so that explains the 1-7.

What about the last two letters, S-K?

What's that, a victim?

I already cross-checked S-K with

the victim list at Bunjil Creek.

No match.

There is an S-R, though.

And I've just found this.

Er, second person on the left.

That's Fiona Kolios.

What's she doing

at the trial of Bunjil Creek?

S-R is Sarah Roberts.

And her maiden name's Kolios.

So, Fiona's sister, Sarah Kolios,

was one of the miners seriously

injured at Bunjil Creek.

How could you work with a man

who hurt your sister like that?

Byron gave us

critical information.

We kept it professional.

His last text was all

business about the protest.

Byron walked away scot-free.

A hero.

How did your sister come out of it?

How do you think?

It's everything.

The job, the pain, the

the depression.

She's a different person

because of Bunjil Creek,

because of Byron.

You must have wanted him to suffer.

Of course I did.

I was going to expose him.

The hero

of the environmental movement

on the take from a logging company?

It would have ruined Byron.

That's far better than k*lling him.

It still doesn't add up.

Fiona's alibi checks out.

Ah, even if she did do it,

how would she have got past

the security cameras?

Which leaves us with

How do you m*rder someone

when you're chained up

and you can't move?

- Right, is everyone secure?

- (all) Yep. Mm-hm.

Alright, I want you to pull on

the chains as hard as you can.

See if you can shove

Colin's head against the log,

which would explain

the head wound and the splinters.

Ready? One, two, three!

(all grunting)

- (Mackenzie) Nah?

- Nah.

- (Mackenzie) Yeah. Okay.

- Mm.

So that rules out the three

protesters working together.

I want to see if the two people

either side of him

could have done it,

which is Ken and Henry.

Okay, I want to see if you can

kind of, kind of reach Colin.

I can almost touch his wrist.

That's not going to k*ll me.

No.

Okay. So

- (Colin) Er, Mackenzie?

- It was definitely impossible

- (Felix) Mackenzie!

- for any of them to attack Byron,

- but no-one else came in or out

- (Reggie) Mack!

- of the coupe.

- Mack.

- (Felix) Can you let us off now?

- Oh.

(Colin) Still handcuffed.

(Glenn) I do actually have

work to do.

(Colin) Ow, I think I've got

a splinter now.

Ah, that's it.

Hey, you didn't with the thing.

Well, not right now,

I'm kind of busy.

You didn't want to do it.

Why wouldn't I want to do it?

Well, unfinished business.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Yeah, well running away

from something

doesn't mean it's over.

That that ship has sailed

to calmer

kinder waters.

Mm, well,

you didn't spend hours digging for it

to not give it back.

- Digging?

- Hm?

(suspenseful music playing)

Wound to the back of the head.

A few splinters.

A symptom of the head wound.

(music intensifying)

- Glenn! Glenn!

- Yeah?

The, er, splinters that you found

in Byron's head wound.

I need those test results.

Okay, I'll get them.

I know who did it, but to prove it,

I need that bandana.

We don't know where it is.

I do.

(Mackenzie) It was impossible.

Three people chained together

with no way of k*lling Byron,

and a fourth who never went near him.

How could the k*ller

have m*rder*d Byron

while attached to the excavator?

Well, there's a simple answer.

They didn't.

We know that Byron and Henry

argued earlier that evening.

What we didn't know

is that it got violent.

- Byron, Byron

- Say it.

Get off. Don't

And shoved him, bruising his chest.

- Byron, please!

- (body thuds)

(Mackenzie) He fell,

and he hit his head.

Here.

Which we know because

the splinters in his wound

Varnished redgum.

(Mackenzie)

Same as these floorboards.

But Byron didn't die here.

He got up, stopped the bleeding

with his bandana,

not realising his head injury

was a ticking time b*mb

that had already started k*lling him.

(car horn honks)

Because nothing was going

to stop him from his protest,

from being a hero.

(Henry) So he fell.

Doesn't mean I k*lled him.

But you knew Byron

was behaving oddly.

First there was the sock.

He only wore one.

Then he stumbled

at the excavator.

Ken thought he was

under the influence.

But his tox was clean.

You saw him stumble too, Henry.

You knew he was deteriorating.

And because of your training

at medical school,

you suspected he had

a near-fatal head wound.

Studied medicine but dropped out

to become an environmentalist.

You wanted him dead.

All you had to do was wait.

And true enough, after locking on,

Byron had a seizure.

It's a common symptom

of bleeding to the brain

that can occur hours after a blow.

That's why you felt the chains

shaking at the excavator, Ken.

(chains rattling)

And you heard it too, Henry,

your brother dying.

And nothing

anybody could do about it.

But you were safe.

No-one would ever know

you were responsible

for the blow that k*lled him.

Ah, apart from that bandana.

It had his blood on it,

and Byron couldn't have got

that blood on it at the excavator.

I mean,

he couldn't scratch his nose.

The bloody bandana proved

that he'd been injured earlier,

by you.

So you took it.

You were the only one

who could reach the bandana

on his right wrist.

After you were cut free,

you pretended to throw up

in the bushes,

creating a diversion

and burying the bandana.

(Henry retching)

But you knew we would come

looking for answers,

so, as soon as you could,

you left us a trail of lies.

First the pills,

hidden in plain sight.

Then you took Ken and Byron's money,

making it look

like he was back on painkillers.

And then the phone,

to make us think he was working

with Sunshine Timber.

He was.

I've got messages to prove it.

Yeah, but you never met with him

in person, did you?

And everyone knew

Byron rarely used his phone.

What a perfect opportunity

to pretend to be Byron

and get the money

from Sunshine Timber.

I mean, it's how you kept

the collective afloat.

Then you deleted the messages

so Byron never saw them.

You gave us the file on Bunjil Creek

so we'd make the connection

to Fiona's sister

and think that Fiona k*lled Byron

in revenge.

Oh, you had it all under control.

Bribes coming in,

the collective secure,

and then, oh

Byron bumped into Fiona.

He acted like he didn't know her

because, well, he didn't.

And it made him realise

what you had done.

You made just one mistake.

We found the bandana

with your DNA all over it.

Byron called me a traitor.

Me.

I was the one

who kept this collective going,

and he just took credit for it.

So yes, I did want to k*ll him.

I did.

But just for that one moment.

And then we

we locked on

- And it was too late.

- (sobs)

I didn't mean to, Ken.

I didn't mean to.

Henry Jones,

you are under arrest

for the m*rder of Byron Jones.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be

taken down and used against you.

Hey, I forgot to mention

how realistic you were

during the undercover op.

- Even for a bootlicker?

- Yeah, but what would I know?

I'm just an old stickybeak.

Rightio. You wanna come grab

a beer at the footy tonight?

Ah, I wouldn't miss it.

Col, you gonna join us at the bar?

Oh, can't, I'm afraid.

Er, I'm on duty.

- Oh.

- That's very good of you, Colin.

You know, showing up for the team.

Did you hear that, Mackenzie?

You know, doing your bit.

Thanks, boss.

Still, Glenn's 300th.

I was going to help

hold the banner up.

- But hey anyway

- (Reggie) Aw.

- (Colin sighs)

- Fine. I'll do the shift.

- Erm, really?

- (Mackenzie) Mm-hm.

But I'm not going to cheer.

And I'm not going to wear

the team scarf.

And I'm not going to enjoy myself.

- Brilliant. Erm, go Dolphins!

- Go the Dolphins!

- (all cheering)

- Absolutely not. No.

Oh, okay. Alright. Yeah.

- (making dolphin noises)

- (Colin) Ohh.

- (Reggie) Was that a dolphin?

- (Felix) Yeah.

- Whoo!

- (Colin) Another round on me!

(guests) Hey!

(Glenn) Ah, nice, Col.

(indistinct conversations)

Constable Clarke!

(Mackenzie) Mm-hm.

Someone's been celebrating.

(laughing) Oh!

- Yeah, they're Felix's.

- Demoted!

Hey! Just for the day.

- How good was the game?

- (Mackenzie) Mm-hm.

- Yeah?

- (Mackenzie) Yeah.

I didn't hate it, surprisingly.

You still on duty?

I'm just finishing.

I just wanted to return this.

Oh.

- You found it.

- Yeah, I did.

(Glenn) Oh, so sparkly.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's beautiful.

I enjoyed wearing it when I

(chuckles)

(Glenn) Let's see if it still fits.

(Mackenzie inhales sharply)

(Colin) All together now!

(guests) # It's a grand old flag

# It's a high-flying flag

# It's the emblem

for me and for you

# It's the emblem of

the team we love

# The team of the teal

and the blue #

(commentator) It's a thriller

on green three, folks,

as an old rivalry comes

right down to the final bowl.

You should know

the boss is here as a witness.

- Pow, pow!

- (woman screams)

I was standing right here

when the shot was fired.

Then how did the k*ller use this g*n

if it never left the wall?

- (Felix) It's a note.

- What does it say?

A piece of information that

could just destroy a family.

Back! Back!

(Daisy) You had the ring out.

Why didn't you?

Hey. What

What are you doing here?

(closing theme music playing)