I heard you were never coming back.
You were living in London, married to an English guy.
Oh, he's dead.
You officially now have absolutely nothing.
Hello, Mum.
We have an Uncle Jim, apparently.
You fucked off and left me alone.
What a dickhead.
Terry, these are Jean's grandkids from England.
Welcome to Australia.
- Put those guns down! - Relax. They're not loaded.
No, I have no idea you actually lived here.
Right, 'cause it's so fucking pathetic
someone'd be back living at home with their mum at our age.
Suck shit.
Is it... That's the lighter I gave you.
- Ow! - I have a seat belt in my butthole.
You have to get that bitch out of there
before she steals everything right out from under your nose.
Are you quitting? I am fucking out of here.
- What's Sammy going back to? - Who gives a shit?
I know where you were.
Abby, you don't have to go. We know what you do to her.
- Abby! Abby! - I hate you!
You need to put down that rifle.
Abby!
Tsk.
- What the hell are you doing? - This is my house, you rat!
You stole it.
I told you last time that if you ever came onto my property again,
- I would call the police. - Call the police.
I'll tell them about how you lied to me and told me I had to sell
everything to cover my dead husband's debt just so you could get
your filthy hands on my house.
Wow, that's a boring story.
I mean, you could tell the police, but I doubt
they'll be able to stay awake because it's such a boring story.
I can barely afford to feed my kids.
This is getting tragic, but not in an interesting way.
Everything I did was legal, Simone.
My name is Sammy.
- Yes, of course it is. Simone... - Sammy!
Much as I adore to find you in my garden
like some demented Australian gnome, it's time to go.
It's over, Simone. You lost.
Oh-ho-ho. It's only just started, because guess what?
I've been interviewing lawyers.
I'll see you in court.
Nobody will believe you.
Now get off my property.
- No. - Fine. Time for a restraining order.
Fine. I'm not doing anything wrong.
- Last chance. Get off my property. - No.
I'll do whatever the fuck I want.
You just kicked my pot plant!
Yeah, I did.
DON'T kick my pot plant!
It's MY pot plant.
- I'll take a shit in it if I want to. - I'm calling the police.
Oh, you really think the police are going to come around
this posh little fuckin' house to remove me?
Do you have any idea how busy the police are?
I genuinely thought you guys would be super busy.
Why aren't you arresting murderers and paedophiles?
Because we're busy arresting you
for shitting in this gentleman's pot plant.
It's MY pot plant. And that's my house.
He stole my life!
Well, perhaps we should arrest him, too, then.
Stop! It's a house thief!
You'll never catch me.
- Bang! Bang! - Oh! Eurgh!
Sir, I shot the house thief in the head!
What the fuck is going on?
Right, that's trespassing, intimidation and harassment.
We'll escort her out of the area.
Thanks so much, officers.
I'm so relieved this is over. Thanks for keeping my family safe.
Oh, you've got to be fucking ki...
Sammy Cooper.
So, it's nice to meet you.
I, uh... read your letter.
It was so... long.
Thank you.
I've had a preliminary look at your situation.
This Rufus Fenshaw is a partner at Hawtrey and Whitfield.
- Yeah, that's him. - Yeah.
They're the biggest firm in London. England. Britain. Western Europe.
- Love it. David and Goliath. - What?
No... I wouldn't usually say this, but you genuinely have no chance.
- But I'm right. - Oh, well, if you're right,
- then courts will be very interested. - Really?
No. You're not going to get your house back or anything back.
These guys are untouchable.
Besides, I'm more about challenging local authorities
over disability payments and helping asylum seekers.
Yeah, but this is important.
Look, I can't afford a lawyer.
I'm simply not earning enough money
working in automotive exhaust management.
I don't think that's a job title.
I used to be someone.
The room I used to store my shoes in was bigger than this office.
What a charming anecdote.
I don't think I can help you.
No, but if I was in a wheelchair or fleeing a civil war,
- then you could help. - Yes.
Well, that's just political correctness gone mad.
Have a private word with this Rufus.
See if you can come to some sort of agreement.
I can't. He hit me with a restraining order
for being in the driveway.
He can't put a restraining order on you for that.
I was going to take a shit in a pot plant.
- I see. - It's my pot plant.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
That's it? The meeting's over?
I have clients waiting, clients in need.
Fine. I get that my case isn't sexy enough.
My pigeon's toes coming off.
But I have been robbed
and nobody has the grit nor the spunk to take on my case.
So if what you do is represent the poor, the needy, the suffering
les miserables who no one else will care about, then I assure you,
I'd fit right in.
Good day.
Oh...
OK, Bo. Now, even though the light has turned green, we are still going
to check both ways,
OK, remembering that we're going to be conscientious
and courteous at all times, OK?
Conscientious and courteous at...
Oi! Watch where you're going, you fucking arsehole!
- Go fuck yourself, jerk! - You idiot!
- You cunt! - Oi!
- Language, please. - Sorry.
Let's not forget, Bo, we are both representatives
of my driving institution.
Right, now let's take a right here. Checking wing mirrors, please.
Always keep an eye out for cops.
Come on, Fairbank. You got this.
You got this.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
Goddamn it.
Argh!
Fuck!
Damn it.
Oh, for...
Come on!
Ah, Detective Fairbank.
Superintendent. Chief Inspector.
You better have some news for me.
Well, the... the investigation is ongoing.
So... So...
Terry Harris remains a missing person.
A missing person would have turned up by now, Fairbank.
Terry's been gone for nearly six months.
We're getting a lot of heat.
Yeah, I saw Terry's wife's interview with the Tribune.
We brought you in from Melbourne because you have a perfect record.
But so far we've seen nothing.
Alright.
This is not accidental death.
There's no indication that he's going missing voluntarily.
As for suicide...
We're all familiar with Terry's case file.
He had six months paid leave for PTSD.
That's a big red flag.
That incident was eight years ago.
There was no diagnosis of depression.
There was no relapse.
This is not a suicide.
We're going with this conclusion.
Well, it's the wrong conclusion.
I've heard enough.
I want this closed now so we can direct resources
at more urgent matters.
Oh, great. So, what, that's... that's it, is it?
I just have to hand in my gun and my badge?
This is a fucking outrage!
You don't have to hand in your gun and your badge.
Seriously, you don't have to.
You'll need them both in your daily work.
You want my expertise?
There was no suicide note.
He didn't get his affairs in order.
For God's sake, he'd just booked a holiday
to the Toncurry Lakeside Village.
His family deserves the truth, not what's convenient.
Just give me one more week.
- Alright, one week. - Two weeks.
No, one. One's good.
A week including the bank holiday weekend in that or... ?
No, it's fine.
It's plenty, actually. Great.
I will find out what happened to Terry Harris.
I won't let you down.
Jesus Christ, Bo!
What have I told you about checking your side mirrors?
You have to check them constantly! What if a cyclist was overtaking us?
Do you understand you could have killed someone?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, OK?
My sweet Bo. I didn't mean to yell at you.
It's OK. Just a bit hurtful.
Oh... Listen, when you're ready, you just check your mirrors
and just ease off slowly.
You heard from Lenny?
Yeah, they've called a couple of times.
I really miss Lenny.
He was cool.
Wow. You really are a loser, Bo.
Just... checking wing mirrors constantly, please.
Yeah, I miss them too.
The house is so fucking quiet, you know?
Just silence I just can't fill.
Should I drill a hole in the wall or play my guitar
or listen to some Acca Dacca?
You like Acca Dacca, Bo?
No. I like avant-garde jazz.
Oh. Never heard of 'em.
Christ, life's funny isn't it?
Just watch your speed.
You know, I mean, you try and nurture relationships,
find someone to love, build a business empire.
The truth is...
... we're all going to die alone.
Oi, Jim!
Hey, Jim!
Jim!
Where you going?
Bev.
Jim.
You're...
Why didn't you tell me that...
You made it very clear it was over between us.
Yeah, but I didn't... Bev, is it...
Is it...
Did...
Sit down, will you? Just sit down.
Get out of the way, you fucking moron!
Oh, don't worry. I'll go round!
Hi, Fairbank.
What's wrong?
They want to redirect resources at more urgent matters.
What does that mean?
They want to shut down the case.
No, no, it's OK, you don't have to hand in your gun.
Oh, OK. So what did you say?
I told them "No fucking way, you pack of dickheads!"
- Did you say that? - Yeah.
And I said, "Look, I might just be a country boy... "
I thought you were from Melbourne.
Outskirts. But I said, "I'm not having this case closed.
"Not until I get the truth!"
Oh, shit. What did they say?
They were like, "Whoa! Fairbank, your passion's intense!
- Just calm down." - I bet!
Do you know why we became cops, Emily?
Because we like guns and telling people off?
Because we believe in justice.
And we're going to find Terry if it's the last goddamn thing we do.
Sammy?
Sammy! Sammy!
Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!
Oh! Mrs Laghari.
There you are. I've been trying to chase you down for days.
I wanted to let you know I've asked my boss for an advance on my pay.
Oh, good. So you will pay this week?
No, because my boss said no.
But I did ask, and I wanted you to know that.
Is my English not good
or did you just say what I think you said?
It's very difficult for us to know.
Look, I've just had a bunch of bills come in,
and my kids want new clothes, you know?
Apparently charity shop clothes smell of dead people.
We will have to get a new tenant.
No, no, no, no! Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, fancy purse.
OK. Take this in the meantime. It's all I've got.
£32.
OK, but this is merely tributary.
Wow. Someone's English has improved.
Mmm.
Hmm.
Uh, yeah, I have actually been to see a lawyer,
but she wouldn't take me on because I'm not an amputee from a gulag.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.
Well, why did you have that amputated?
Ew. OK, look.
Thing is, I saw that you do legal aid, and I just wondered
if I could come in and talk to you.
Oh, my God, that's so great.
No, that's brilliant. I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find a pen.
Just give me a second.
That's...
Uh... Yes, sorry, I'm going to have to call you back.
Abby.
Abby! I brung it.
Hey, Abby. Well done on Tuesday.
- Woman of the match, eh? - Thanks.
So, Abby, how are you?
I'm OK, I guess.
I don't know.
You're a very, very strong woman.
What you and your mother have gone through is truly horrific.
A waking nightmare you can never wake...
Yeah, I'm just trying to put the past behind me, keep going.
Yes. Which is why some of your teachers have expressed concern,
starting with your grades.
Abby, you've topped maths, English, history,
Japanese and woodwork.
That's why I'm here.
Abby, you don't have to be the tough guy.
Like the Fonz or Vinnie Barbarino.
You don't have to push down all your feelings of sadness.
It's just hard to talk because
no-one really understands what I've been through.
- Yeah? - Exactly.
And that's what this space is for.
This is a place for you to just let it all out.
Cry, scream, dance.
Anything's possible in here.
This is a safe space.
I don't know. People treat me differently.
Oh, I bet. "There goes the girl with the dead dad."
- He's missing. - Shit. Missing. Sorry.
Look, it's not just that.
It's everywhere I go, everyone I talk to,
even the way people look at me, they just all so sorry for me.
Small towns. They're toxic.
Everyone with their beaks in everyone's business.
You know, I had to move here from Kempsey
when my husband Roderick came out.
I do keep thinking about something.
And I feel so bad for wanting it, you know, because of my mum...
- 'Cause you're gay. - No.
I want to go to boarding school.
Oh, I really thought you were going to say you... you're gay.
Whenever a kid tells me they're gay, it always starts exactly...
My grades must be good enough to get a scholarship
to one of those really good schools in Sydney.
You know, I could just... I could start again.
- I could get away and... - Get away from... ?
I don't know, the... pain and guilt.
- Guilt because you're gay? - No.
I just... I wasn't...
I wasn't a good enough daughter.
You know, from my dad to stay, so...
OK, well, I think that moving to Sydney
could be an option for you to explore.
Yeah, I know. It's just Mum.
Feel bad for leaving her.
Well, I think this has been terrific.
And next time we might explore singing our questions and answers.
Sure.
Fiona.
- Fiona! - Oh!
- Yeah, what? - What are you doing down there?
I dropped my pencil.
Alright, it's on any minute.
Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick.
Mmfh.
The idea this will lead to a gambling pandemic is ridiculous.
This is a highly regulated industry.
Surely you can see how gaming lounges that are open 24 hours a day
are a source of great concern to community leaders.
You think people can't be trusted to regulate themselves?
You have a very low opinion of people.
Kapow! You see that?
You look like you got bacon in your tooth.
Shit!
I believe people should be treated like adults.
They don't need the government to babysit them.
Who could possibly need to gamble at 2am?
I gather you'd like to be the person who makes that decision?
Ha-ha! What do you think of that?
- Yeah, very excited. - Fucking got him.
Yeah, you were just like Atticus Finch.
These bleeding heart liberals, you know,
they want better houses, better hospitals and schools -
what do you think that money is coming from, huh?
- Where? - Your taxation system?
Don't be a smart arse.
Got another interview.
Gonna have to start getting a positive spin on this.
Win hearts and minds.
Yep. Look, I'm not coming back. Make sure you lock up on the way out.
Oh, yeah. Ruth called.
She wanted to know if you'd signed the papers.
You can tell that insane bitch that she's got shit for fucking brains
if she thinks I'm gonna sign that punitive settlement.
Shit for fucking brai... I'm never gonna remember all this.
Don't actually tell her that, you imbecile.
Surrounded by idiots.
Sorry.
Thought he was out for the day.
I should get back to work.
- Are you going to shoot someone? - I wish.
See the article in the Tribune?
The one with a massive picture of you with the caption
"Systemic incompetence"?
- Yes, that one. - Mm.
Top brass want to close the Terry Harris case.
You know, just because they made you hand in your gun and your badge
- doesn't mean... - No, I didn't have to.
They're panicking and they wanna conclude probable suicide,
but I know he didn't kill himself.
Maybe they'll never find Terry. Like Picnic at Hanging Rock.
Don't say that.
They've questioned everyone, everyone here,
they've arrested every woman he ever slept with,
nothing.
You've got no idea how frustrating it is
for a detective to keep hitting dead ends.
Someone must know something.
Small towns are full of secrets.
Everyone has enemies.
- How do you know so much about... - Oh, Murder, She Wrote. Yeah.
Cabot Cove would be a fucking nightmare to live in.
If I were you, I'd start a chalkboard with a picture of Terry
at the centre and lines going all over the place
to suspects and shit.
And put some pins in a map. Any map. Doesn't matter which map.
Thank you for having faith in me.
Oh, no, I don't.
You appear to be genuinely struggling with this case.
I better get back to work.
Go kill some bad guys.
Actually, I've always believed the community policing is...
Shh.
Kill them.
What did I say about getting in contact?
- What if somebody found this? - That was private!
That letter could land us all in jail.
And I'll tell you something, Leonard:
you're not going to fare well in prison.
- I can look after myself. - Oh, yes.
The inmates will be terrified of your petite hands
and your Cupid's bow lips.
Do not do this again. That letter directly links us to...
- ... Terry's... - What, Mum? Murder?
Let's just focus on moving forward, OK?
- Where the hell have you been? - Nowhere.
- You've been smoking. - So?
- It's bad for you. - Life is bad for you.
Oh, my God. Don't do this to me, Tess.
You're the easy one. Lenny's the moody prick.
I mean, I know it's a defence mechanism, but...
Maybe I'm tired of being the easy one.
Look, I get it. I know that you're both angry.
I know, OK? Things are shit. I admit that.
- This flat. My job. - That rat.
What? Fuck! Christ.
Alright, things are shit. Yes.
But things are going to get better. Alright?
I'm going to get the house back and we will be happy again.
Why can't we just go back to Grandma's house?
- Yeah. - We could just tell the truth.
Anything would be better than this.
I'm not having this conversation with you again. Alright?
- I can't keep you safe in jail. - He won't go to jail.
- It was an accident. - Honey, it's too late.
Alright? We're all in too deep now.
Maybe I SHOULD go to prison.
No. Terry was a piece of shit.
But I killed him, Mum.
I know.
Listen, honey, you've just got to draw a line under it, you know?
You got to put the past where it belongs, in the past.
- I'm not like you! I can't! - Neither can I.
Well, you're both going to have to learn.
Alright? We are not going back, and that is final.
And you, young lady, are going to hand over those cigarettes now.
Come on.
That's it.
I am going for a walk and I am going to dispose of these cigarettes
in a public garbage bin.
You're going to smoke them.
No, I'm not, smarty pants.
I also need your lighter
because I'm also going to put that in a public garbage bin
to keep you safe.
I'm going to need some chewing gum as well
or any other breath fresheners that you might have
because I had a very garlicky lunch.
Going in the bin, all of them.
- It's a really nice school. - Thank you.
Our debating team just made the nationals,
so the kids are pretty jazzed.
Oh, yeah? Did your school compete?
Yes. They were disqualified for profanity and spitting.
Listen, I've read your résumé. Certainly a short read.
Yeah, I thought I'd keep it brief.
And you've only worked at the one school?
Uh, yeah.
Well, can you tell me a bit more about yourself? What do you like?
What are your hobbies?
Well, I like Lynyrd Skynyrd and the Kinks.
I have no idea what that is
but it sounds like you're talking about types of hosepipe? Eh?
I mean, I used to be a pretty good surfer.
Hang on, you're not... Are you Dan Atkins as in DAN Atkins?
You're one of the best surfers going around!
- Oh, you've seen me surf? - I mean, no, I'm way too young,
but my dad used to rave about you.
- Your dad? How old are you? - I'll be 30 and a half in October.
He's gonna be so excited when I tell him I met you.
Wait, so why'd you become a PE teacher?
- Why didn't you go pro? - Oh, you know, some things happened.
- You know, plans derailed. - Yeah, right. Like what?
I, uh... I... I did some time. In jail.
- It's a... long time ago. - Oh, OK.
Why? Depending on what it was for...
Well, the first time was for drugs,
and then... and then for theft.
- Theft. - And assaulting a police officer.
And illegal possession of a firearm.
OK. I know the drill.
It's just the parents at this school wouldn't be too happy
about a teacher who has past felonies.
- It's... Forget it. - I'm sorry.
It's...
Hey, you couldn't...
... sign something for my dad?
I think he'd really love that.
- Sure. - Thank you.
Thank you.
Just every time I try and get a better job,
nicer school, better pay, same fucking thing happens.
Prison always comes up.
I think it's hot you've been to jail.
Follows me everywhere. I'll never be rid of it.
You don't need a new job at a new school.
I love seeing you every day at work
and coming home to you every evening
and then spending every weekend together.
Wow, yeah, we... we really do that, don't we?
Hey, are you home for dinner? I'm making quiche.
It's Princess Fergie's favourite recipe.
Yeah. Sounds good.
Oh, the home called.
Your mum tried to bust out again.
She snuck out with another family as they were leaving.
- Oh, shit. - She's like Steve McQueen.
They caught her in the car park.
I'll visit her after touch footy training.
Danny, you've done the right thing.
She couldn't look after yourself.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
But she hates it there,
and she stood by me when my life turned to shit.
She'll get used to it.
And it's so nice not having to screw in the caravan anymore.
Doing it in a bed feels like we're a proper couple.
And I can get a much better position with my pelvis now.
You know? My knees are supported.
- You know, I can get... - I really... I really gotta go, hey.
Alright.
- Good training. - Yeah.
I just thought this place needed
a more sophisticated and tasteful touch.
It's a shirtless man holding a baby.
Well, I might have SOME input into how our house looks.
Unless you just want to have your surfing pictures
and Pink Floyd posters everywhere.
No. No, that's OK.
You're right.
I'll take this stuff to charity when I get back.
- Thank you. - See you.
Bye.
Fuck yes! Suck shit.
Oh!
I hope you don't mind me dropping by so late.
It's a bit weird.
I just wanted to check in person if your situation really was as dire
as you made out.
- Do you want to come up? - Not really.
I... I read something I think you might be interested in.
Rufus's firm is being investigated by the CPS.
- What's that? - Crown Prosecution Service.
Allegations of tax fraud.
They're saying it's the tip of the iceberg. It is big news.
It was in the FT.
I think people just say Financial Times.
I'm going to make some phone calls in the morning
but I think this could be very good news for you.
So you're going to help me?
Why'd you change your mind?
There was something about what you said, it really moved me.
The bit about shitting in the pot plant?
No. It was that big, weird speech you made.
I know what it's like to get treated like dirt
by men like Rufus Fenshaw.
I remember men like him at Oxford. They were so entitled.
I had to work two jobs just to afford...
That's so great.
OK, then.
Oh, one more thing.
I will need total transparency.
I can't go in to fight for you
and have any nasty little surprises waiting for me.
So if there's anything you think I need to know,
any previous convictions, any past crimes or misdemeanours...
Oh, golly.
Don't think I have any terrible dark secrets I need to hide.
No, not off the top of my head.
Hi.
What are you doing?
Starting a corkboard.
Yay!
No, for the Terry Harris investigation.
Oh, bum.
We are reinterviewing everyone.
We'll start with the inner circle.
If that fails, widen the circle, bash that again.
Bloody hell, that'll take ages.
I know something happened to Terry. I know it deep in my balls.
Shit, are you thinking homicide?
I don't know, Emily, but I do know this: most homicides are committed
- by someone close to the victim. - What?
Fuck.
Imagine if my sister tried to kill me.
I'd grab something sharp, like a pen, and stab her in the eye.
If I couldn't find a pen,
I would push my thumbs through her eye sockets.
Difficult, though. I mean, she's still my sister.
Let's get started.
Alright, we should set up a corkboard for our team.
I've got some nice snacks from the Anzac Day sausage sizzle.
Sandy.
Hello, Chris.
Thanks for organising this piece.
That's no trouble. I owe you, anyway.
It's people losing their fucking minds over these gaming lounges.
Yes. Anyone would think you'd introduced brothels for toddlers.
People need to understand that I'm, you know,
getting this town back on its feet.
Don't worry about it.
I'll do a nice big piece and, you know, we can turn this thing around.
Good, because the election isn't far off,
- and this backlash has been... - People are bored.
Terry Harris kept them entertained for a little while,
but they've lost interest.
Any word on that?
Hey, give me that.
The police are incompetent.
That new cop they brought up from Melbourne is useless.
Oh, yeah, I saw your hatchet job.
Thank you.
Good with my hands.
- How's Ruth? - We're getting divorced.
Wade's in Sydney at boarding school.
It's rather nice having the place to myself.
I bet.
I think we should begin this interview.
OK.
Hey, Jim. What are you doing?
I am fixing the car.
I want to make it look nice, then I'm drive over to Bev's
- and ask her to marry me. - What?
She's pregnant, Mum.
Oh, OK.
How far along is she?
About...
About that far.
Yeah. Don't make any assumptions.
That baby could be mine.
It could also be many, many, many other men's.
You retract that statement.
You broke up with her a while ago.
Yeah, but if that baby is mine, I need to be there.
Jim, she tricked Sammy into selling everything.
Yeah, I know, Mum.
I know she fucked Sammy and the kids over.
I'm just... I'm tired of being alone, Mum.
All I've ever wanted is a family.
- You've got a family. - Yeah, but ours is a bit fucked.
- I mean, you know, start a new one. - Right.
Hello.
Wonder what they want.
It's probably fallout from the article in the Tribune.
- Just stay away from Bev. - But, Mum, I...
She is not to be trusted!
And I told you, no alcohol in the house.
Yes, and I observed that to the letter.
This is only a beer.
- What? - We cannot afford to fuck up.
Either of us.
OK.
Can I just finish that one?
It's the last one!
- Fairbank. Emily. - Mrs Harris, can we speak to you?
I already told you everything I know multiple times.
I understand your frustration.
I saw your interview with the Tribune.
If Terry could see this investigation, he'd be appalled.
Mrs Harris, my bosses want to close this case as a probable suicide.
Terry would never do that.
I don't believe it's a suicide either.
If I could just speak to you. We may have missed something.
Right, what do you want to ask?
Well, I once asked you if, to your knowledge, anyone had ever
wanted to hurt Terry or if anyone had ever threatened to.
- I've already answered that. - Yes.
And it seemed odd to me that there wasn't ONE person.
That's your question?
Yes.
Everyone has at least someone who doesn't like them.
And Terry is a cop. People hate us.
Yesterday, someone threw a hubcap at me.
They had to pull over, get the jack out of the boot...
- Surely there's someone. - No-one would dare.
What do you mean by that?
I mean, Terry was an officer who commanded respect from everyone.
It's something you could learn.
Now, unless you have something new to tell me, we're done.
OK, well, thank you for your time, Mrs Harris, and...
Oh, nice car.
Oh, thanks.
It was Dad's baby.
You're fixing it up for him?
- Who, Dad? - Yeah.
Oh, no, he's not with us anymore.
Oh, I am sorry.
Jim.
Oh, hey, Mum. Thanks.
So what do you reckon, Fairbank?
I don't know. There's just something
about the way that they talk about Terry.
They always talk about how much everyone respected him.
Yeah, right.
Like, Terry would never put up with that nonsense.
Yeah, exactly.
- "No-one would dare." - It's really sweet.
They love him so much.
I think Mrs Harris sounded a bit afraid.
Apparently, Terry had a temper.
Some of the guys at the station say
they saw him really lose it a few times with suspects.
Yeah, right. This one time he screamed at me
for losing my gun near a preschool.
Went mental.
Yeah... I don't think that's a great example, but...
... it does sound like there were some anger issues.
How crazy is it that that's two missing people
living next door to each other?
Huh?
The Coopers and the Harrises.
What? Who's going missing from the Coopers?
Oh, duh. You're not from here.
Yeah, Mr Cooper went missing like 25 years ago.
My dad knew him from the pub.
Apparently there were big search parties.
Everyone out on their fishing boats. They never found a body.
Are you shitting me?
Dear Abby, how are you?
I don't even know if I'll send this letter.
Maybe I won't.
I wish you could write back, but if Mum found out, she'd go crazy.
Well, more crazy than she already is.
Tess has gone nuts.
She smokes now, writes poems on funeral notices
and sets fire to them.
I still get beaten up at school all the time.
It's weird not having Bo to hide with in the toilets.
Have you seen Bo around?
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Newcastle.
I missed Choco Bombs.
I miss walking out of the house and getting sunburnt and...
... maybe getting to see you.
I miss Jim and Grandma.
I was only just getting to know them.
Mum says that what I did was so terrible, we could never go back.
We have to leave it behind and forget about it.
But I can't forget about it.
Mum says to put the past where it belongs, in the past.
I think she's wrong.
One moment can define the rest of your life.
Part of me died when I fired that gun.
It's like your dad and I both died that day.
When you take a life, so many other things are taken with it.
I want to go back to Australia, and if I do, I can get back
all the things I lost,
back to sunburn and Choco Bombs,
back with Jim and Grandma and Bo and you.
Back with myself.
- Oh... - Hey, Mum.
You're home.
I'm so proud of you. How you're conducting yourself.
I know your dad would be so proud of you too.
- You think so? - Mmm.
I know he didn't always.
Well, he loves you very much.
- Just didn't know how to show it. - Yeah.
- I know. - I'll tell him when he comes back.
Things will be so different.
- Night, Mum. - Mm.
What would I do without you?
It was in the car when I dropped it in yesterday,
and it's not there anymore.
How much did you say was in it, Mrs Aldridge?
£32. Right.
- And it was in a green... - Blue.
A blue leather purse with a gold buckle on it.
Right. And you're absolutely certain that you left it in the car?
Oh, how fun.
I'm being cross-examined by a secretary
in a muffler repair shop.
I'm actually an associate muffler repairer.
That's not a job.
You know, we get customers coming in and out all the time.
Someone could have just wandered in off the street
and just helped themselves.
It actually makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
Here's what I think.
I think it was someone who works here.
She's probably right.
I've never had anything like this happen, Mrs Aldridge.
No, you haven't, have you?
You'll be hearing from my husband.
Wow. What a fucking...
... terrible thing to have happened to that very nice lady.
- What? - Oh, come on.
You asked me for an advance on your pay, then a purse gets stolen.
- Think I was born yesterday? - What?
Come on, you know, I wouldn't do something like that!
- Terry. - Terry?
Terry... Jerry.
Get your things and go.
I want you gone by the time Mr Aldridge comes in.
Oh, fuck!
- Mum, let me help. - Sit down!
Sit down and stay where you are.
That goes for all of you. Don't touch anything.
Ugh... Oh, God!
What... where are you taking him?
- What... what are you doing? - I don't know!
I don't know. OK?
And... and Mum's going to be home soon,
and she's going to be so mad when she sees this.
Hey, Sammy, I need to talk to you about something.
I've got to warn you, it's really bad.
Hey, Jim.
- This is awful. - It's fine.
I actually think it's calming down!
- YOU take his pulse. - I'm not touching a dead guy!
The only other support group is sex addicts,
and I know everyone there.
Bloody...
You do that and I'll kill you. Alright, I'm gonna stop saying that.
Oh, fuck me. That is disgusting.
Talk soon.
We're keeping an eye on those two.
- Oh, should we tell them that? - No!
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