Treasure & Dirt (2026) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
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(METALLIC DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(BATS CHIRPING)
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
(CRACKLING CONTINUES)
(ELECTRICAL POP, CRACKLING STOPS)
(MAN SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MAN GASPS) (FLIES BUZZ)
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(METALLIC DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT)
(GUNSHOT)
(THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN PELTS)
(SIGHS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Hello.
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) It's Packenham.
Your name comes up.
There's a PolAir plane
on the tarmac waiting for you.
You're flying out to Nulla
for a homicide.
(CAT MIAOWS)
Why me?
You need a tan.
(SIGHS)
Who have I got?
Local detective from the area.
(SIGHS) Ohh
Don't give me the "I only
work alone" bullshit, Ivan.
It's a few days. You'll survive.
(LINE GOES DEAD)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CAT MIAOWS)
(CAR HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
(CAT MIAOWS) Watch the house.
WOMAN: I'll be lucky
to make the autopsy.
WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE) Can you
just focus on the road, please?
Could you try to sound
a bit less like my mother?
Sorry, Nell.
I'm sure it's just first-day nerves.
It's more than that.
What do you need to hear from me?
Tell me this is not going
to be a shit show, Cal.
This is not going to be a shit show,
Nell.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(CHIMING ON PA)
PILOT: (ON PA)
Good morning, Detective.
Beginning our descent into Nulla.
Might be a little rough coming in.
Thanks.
I thought we got rid of you.
Yeah.
It's good to see you, too, Ray.
(FLIES BUZZ)
MAN: Are you here
for the decapitation?
What? Lucic.
Yes.
Yuri Sedov. I'm the airport manager.
That's a nice hat.
I'm expecting a lift.
Not here.
Is there somewhere I can wait?
(CHUCKLES) The chairman's lounge
is closed for renovations,
but you can wait right here
on the tarmac,
or I can offer you
some refreshments.
Please. (CHUCKLES)
Yes.
Sparkling water is $10. Beer, $20.
Alright.
Airport prices!
(FLY BUZZES)
(CAR APPROACHES)
Detective.
Nell Buchanan. Ivan Lucic.
I got here as fast as I could.
Um, do you want to go
to the motel first, freshen up?
I'll go straight to the mine.
He's been down there long enough.
OK.
This is my first homicide,
so I appreciate it.
Water?
Good.
(SIGHS)
Victim is Jonas McGee, 42, ex-con.
He was found at the bottom
of his opal mine, decapitated.
Head was in his lap.
Do we know who called it in?
Was an anonymous tip-off,
so it's probably a ratter.
A what?
It's an opal thief around here.
They scurry down your mine at night
and steal your opals
while you sleep, like a rat.
Sort of.
Weird name.
I don't know why they'd call it in
risk implicating themselves
for murder.
Right thing to do, I guess.
Listen, the local station
is actually not that far.
Do you want to stop in,
meet the sergeant?
No.
It might be good
to introduce yourself
just avoid a pissing contest.
(MAN WHISTLES MOCKINGLY)
(MAN WHISTLES MOCKINGLY AGAIN)
(COUNTRY MUSIC ON RADIO)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
I'm sleeping. Yes, you are.
I'm Detective Ivan Lucic.
Ah. Homicide.
I'm sorry.
I'm catching a bit of shut-eye.
I've been up all night here,
Detective.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
Uh, first time, is it, in Nulla?
I haven't had the pleasure before.
I think you'll find we're
a backward, violent, inbred bunch,
but at least the parking's free.
(CHUCKLES)
Sergeant Richter.
Very good.
This is Detective Buchanan.
She will be assisting me
with my investigation.
Detective. Good.
I was stationed here
when I was in uniform, so
I taught young Narelle
everything she knows.
Now she's back for more.
(CHUCKLES)
Hmm.
Tell me what you know
about the anonymous caller.
The ratter?
How do we know they're a ratter?
Well, no-one else
is going to be down
someone else's hole after midnight.
Mm. Do you have a name?
Better than that -
we've got him in the lockup.
Narelle knows where it is.
Very good.
Patricia.
It's this way.
(WHISPERS) Jesus.
(DOOR BUZZES OPEN)
Kyle Torshack?
Where's the uniform?
Where's your manners?
Why don't you tell me
what happened? Kyle?
Have you seen my face?
I'm looking at it.
It doesn't look good.
Is that a question, Detective?
Tell me what a ratter is, Kyle.
It's a dog act.
Are you one?
Nah.
DISTORTED VOICE: (ON RECORDING)
Jonas McGee is dead.
His head's been chopped off.
He's down his mineshaft
out on the West Ridge.
His head is just lying there, off.
(LINE GOES DEAD)
Is that you?
No.
Who did this to your face?
Mick The Brick Shithouse.
Passed him on the way in.
The whistler?
Yeah. Suits him, doesn't it?
Keeping me bottom of the food chain.
But so are mosquitoes,
and they're the deadliest
KYLE AND IVAN:
..thing on the planet.
Mm. Pathogens.
Can anyone verify
where you were last night, Kyle?
Yeah.
I finished my shift at the hospital,
and I was driving home
when her boss pulled me over.
She's not my boss, Kyle.
What'd she say?
Routine questions.
And here we are.
Do you know Jonas McGee?
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
How do you know each other?
What?
Tell Detective Lucic
how you know Jonas McGee.
He was my uncle.
Hmm.
(DOOR CLATTERS)
His hospital alibi checks out.
He'll be alright.
I made sure
it didn't get out of hand.
Leaving a cell door open
while a person of interest
is violently assaulted
is not how I run
a murder investigation, Sergeant.
Well, I've been running
this station a long time, Detective,
and we have a thing here
called self-policing.
These people
they haven't got much,
except hope in the ground -
and not much of that either.
So, when they strike opal,
believe me
only thing worse than being
a murderer around here
is being a ratter.
Lovely.
Yeah.
How long were you here?
Three years.
I was under Richter for three years.
Mm.
So, you knew the murder victim?
No, he was in prison,
but I knew of him.
That's why they assigned you -
local knowledge.
Yeah, that would make sense.
Why did you leave?
(CHUCKLES) Why did?
I was transferred.
What for?
I didn't understand
my job description.
What did you think it was?
Charging people
for committing crimes.
(CAR UNLOCKS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
Most of the mines
dried up years ago,
but people keep digging,
hoping it'll pay off.
Jonas McGee was one of them.
His claim's out this way.
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
(FLIES BUZZ)
Carole.
Ivan.
Nell, Carole.
Dr Carole Ness,
forensic pathologist.
Nice to meet you.
You flying solo?
Yeah, just me and the flies.
Tell me things, Carole.
Uh, there's no fresh tyre marks.
Footprints everywhere. Size 13.
I'm a size 13.
I knew you'd come crawling back,
Buchanan.
Well, I'm only human, Garry.
G'day. Garry Ahern.
I've been holding your head for you.
You verified the tip-off?
Yeah.
Yeah, I don't want to jump the gun
on your investigation,
but judging by the look on his face,
he got a bit of a surprise.
Hole's this way.
(FLIES BUZZ)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
You been down yet?
Nah. That's your job.
Empty lap.
No head.
(STONES CLATTER)
(WHISPERS) This way.
(BATS CHIRPING)
(DISTANT METALLIC CLANGING)
Police. Stop!
Dead end.
You heard that?
Yeah. Yeah, I heard that.
Sorry.
Good.
(NEW AGE MUSIC ON RADIO)
WOMAN: (ON RADIO) One, two, three.
(INHALES SLOWLY) I am enough.
I am enough.
As you breathe in now,
on your next inhale
I am enough.
..I want you to picture a sunset,
feeling that sunshine on your face.
(RADIO CLICKS OFF)
Garry. Yeah?
Do you mind if I call you Garry?
Everyone calls me Garry, mate.
Where's the head, Garry?
Are you taking the piss?
You had one job.
Someone's been down there, Garry.
It's not my fault, mate.
There are literally
miles of tunnels down there.
It's like a bloody rabbit warren,
yeah?
Find the head, Garry.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE REVS)
Who lives over there?
Kyle's mum.
Don't expect a cup of tea.
I'm sorry for your loss, Ada.
I'm sure it was a long night.
Yeah, I slept most of it.
Had to take a couple of pills
to knock myself out.
What time was that, Ada?
Do you mind if I call you Ada?
Mm-hm.
So, you didn't see anything?
You didn't hear anything?
I didn't even know that
Jonas had hit pay dirt.
Really?
He's your brother?
Yeah. Were you close?
Hmm.
We were neighbours
but we didn't talk.
You live here with your son, Kyle?
Yeah, I do.
You got a problem with that?
No.
No, I
I think you're very lucky.
Why weren't you and Jonas close?
Well, we were.
Then he got in with
a bunch of religious nutters
with David and that mob.
Who's David?
He
runs a commune up here.
The Third Row. Mm-hm.
I moved up here
to get Jonas out of it.
He was too far gone, though, huh?
Then what? I, uh
I stayed.
I bought a claim for myself.
Bought a claim,
the neighbouring one, for him
so he could mine it
when he got out of prison.
And?
Never even talked to me.
Said I was a heathen.
Oh. Was he close to anyone?
There was one guy that Jonas
took under his wing
when he was in prison.
Yeah, he he worked the mine a bit
when he got out, as well.
What was his name?
He didn't have a name.
We just called him The Giant.
He's a man mountain.
Man mountain?
Man mountain.
Mm.
Did Jonas have other family?
Yeah. My niece, his daughter, Elsie.
Were they close?
(SCOFFS)
Let me put it like this.
Uh, she had a restraining order
on him.
Where is his daughter?
She left town years ago.
Never met her.
Talk to me, Carole.
I spoke to the coroner
about the autopsy.
Once I winch his body up,
I'll set up at the local hospital,
run his prints, do a tox screen.
I found a wallet.
No phone.
I can look for a phone.
I'll check the database
for his number.
Where are you staying?
There's only one place in town.
You know, the killer might have
come back for the head.
Collecting a trophy?
Maybe.
There's one thing I know.
What's that?
I brought the wrong clothes.
(PHONE RINGS)
Found his phone.
There's no passcode on it.
Outgoing calls?
One contact.
Elsie.
That's his daughter.
Yeah.
What was he in for?
Manslaughter. Mm. How long?
Eight years. Out for two.
How far back do the calls go?
Just keeps going.
(CREAKING)
(GUN COCKS)
What's in the box?
OK. OK.
(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MAN GRUNTS, CLATTERING)
Are you OK? Yeah.
Carole?
Yeah?
You alright?
Yeah. Why?
Man Mountain.
Hard to miss.
We need a name.
What's in the box?
Jonas had serious opal.
Nobody has $20,000 here.
Nobody gets that lucky any more.
Who buys and sells?
The opals?
Yes.
The Irishman.
He's down this way.
That's who Ada was talking about.
What do they call themselves again?
The Third Row.
Their commune up on the ridge,
that's the largest claim in town.
Are there regulations on claim size?
Yeah, but what they do is
they all just peg adjoining claims
and pool all their resources
to the seer.
The seer? Mm-hm.
David Mamon.
They say he's a prophet.
Sounds like he's making one.
Used to have two hands,
but they never went anywhere.
Now it's just flipping me off.
Irishman's this way.
(BELL RINGS)
(TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC
ON SPEAKERS)
Everyone brings their opals here.
Ratters? Oh, yeah.
Hello?
(SCOTTISH ACCENT) Good morning.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Detectives Buchanan and Lucic.
We're working a homicide.
Oh. So, how can I help you,
detectives?
You're the Irishman?
That's right. You're Scottish.
That's very perceptive of you,
Detective.
Jonas McGee.
He was found by a ratter
in his mine with his head cut off.
Aye. Rest his soul.
Mm.
He sold opals through you.
When he had them.
I heard he was having a lucky run.
Well, people like to talk,
and when they don't know,
they make it up.
Is that right?
You know what I think?
I think this ratter
went down there for a reason.
I think they believed
what they'd heard.
(CLEARS THROAT) So
Jonas sold me these.
See, there's no dead spots.
And that darker patch,
it brings out the colours.
And that pattern there,
that's star burst.
That's what makes it so valuable.
How valuable?
(FLY BUZZES)
20 grand, thereabouts.
Mm.
Who else knows?
Well, I keep my mouth shut.
It's safer that way.
There's a giant man.
Oh, aye. You met Stan.
Stan?
Yeah. Stan the Man Mountain.
I mean, that's what they call him.
I don't think that's
his real surname, though.
I'm looking for him. Hmm.
Well, you'll have to
speak to the mayor,
'cause he's the one
who handles Stan.
Really? Mm.
Got it.
Good.
We'll be in touch.
Great. I look forward to it.
(DOOR OPENS, BELL RINGS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
That's him? Mm-hm.
Doug Tallon.
Yeah. You'll see this everywhere.
He's the kit guy.
All the mining equipment.
(OPERA MUSIC)
It's all him.
Doug Tallon?
(OPERA MUSIC STOPS)
Who's asking?
Detective Lucic. Homicide.
(CHUCKLES)
I'll give you 24 hours, Detective.
(MEN CHUCKLE)
Tell me more.
Bit hot in the kitchen for you,
by the looks of things.
(MEN LAUGH)
Yeah. Welcome back, Narelle.
You miss us?
It's 'Detective',
if titles are important.
Ooh! Well, bully for you.
I'm looking for the Man Mountain,
Mr Tallon.
Do you mind if I call you Mr Tallon?
Around here
most people call me Mr Mayor.
You go around calling me Mr Tallon,
well, I think I'm in trouble
or something.
There's no reason
you would be in trouble, is there?
Not
that I can think of, Narelle.
We're just solving the problems
of the world in here, Detective.
Yep.
Albeit with some relaxing bubbles
kicking in every now and again,
courtesy of my associates,
Frank and Frankie.
MEN: Cheers. Yeah, I remember.
I bet you do.
Little top-up, boys? Oh!
Love it. Lydia.
My darling, you complete me.
Mmm!
My lady mayoress.
Now, they are running
the Anne Boleyn case.
So
the Man Mountain.
Oh, Stanley. Stanley.
No idea where he is.
Mind you, he's hard to miss.
NELL: You got a phone number on him?
There's no point.
He doesn't talk.
You got an address on him?
I'd love to see you get a dress
on him, Narelle, I tell you.
(MEN LAUGH)
LYDIA: Ignore him.
Too many pina coladas.
You got a card, detective?
No.
Oh, well
we see Stanley,
send you a smoke signal,
won't we, boo?
Mm! Yeah.
We're here to help, detectives.
Next time, bring your bathers, eh?
(MEN CHUCKLE)
(OPERA MUSIC RESUMES,
BUILDS TO CRESCENDO)
CAROLE: His fingerprints are
a confirmed match to the record.
So is the blood type
on the blade of the axe.
Now, the body shows complete
cervical disarticulation at C2,
which is the upper vertebrae.
Bilateral compound fractures
of both the tibia and fibula.
Additional fractures to the pelvis,
ribs, and spine
indicate high-energy
axial compression.
He was pushed down the mine shaft.
Yeah. And beheaded after.
"Are you the one to come?"
Number three there.
That's the position of the head
before our souvenir hunter took it.
Time of death? Three days ago.
I could be more precise if
I had the body in the 21st century.
Mm.
Was he unconscious when it happened?
I hope so. Took three goes
to finish him off, same as
ALL: Mary, Queen of Scots.
Yeah.
(METAL SCRAPING) With this.
Saxon miner's axe.
Medieval antique.
Prints on that?
No. Wiped clean.
Old school.
(SPRAYER HISSES)
(BELL RINGS)
How can I help you?
We're here to check in.
Oh, you're the fuzz.
You're here for the whole, like,
decapitation-business thing?
Yeah, that's probably been
one of the best things
ever happened to
the Golden View Motel.
Three rooms snapped up like that.
Yep. There's three of us.
Darryl. Do you mind if I call you?
Oh, everyone used to call me Darryl,
but everyone calls me Dazzler now,
'cause I'm a people's type
of person, you know?
Key, please.
(SPRAY CAN HISSES)
Oh, yeah. That's right. Yeah.
That's you.
Now, I've got a few house rules.
So, number one, have fun.
Number two, flush.
Number three, make
(AC SPLUTTERS AND STOPS)
(AC SPLUTTERS, RATTLES, AND STOPS)
(SIGHS)
(SOFT SQUELCHING)
(MUFFLED THUD)
(MUFFLED BANGING)
(AC SPLUTTERS, RATTLES, AND STOPS)
(BANGING CONTINUES)
Such a weird guy.
Not sure what his deal is yet.
CAL: (ON PHONE) Have you asked him
what his deal is?
It's not really
that kind of thing, you know?
There's more important questions
to ask than that.
Like what?
Like, "Hey, Ivan",
"where do you think
this guy's severed head is?"
(WATER RUNNING, PIPES GROAN)
I cannot believe
they sent me back here.
What's that bringing up for you?
We don't have to do
the therapy version of this, Cal.
I don't think you're qualified.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help.
It's fine.
We can just be normal, you know?
We can just talk like normal.
Well, what do you want
to talk about?
(TV REMOTE CLICKS)
(ELECTRICITY ZAPS, TV HUMS)
(STATIC HISSES)
Nell, are you still there?
(BREATHES UNEVENLY)
(COUNTRY MUSIC ON SPEAKERS
IN BACKGROUND)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Have you two had
a missing head before?
Had a few feet.
A couple of hands.
Nose.
Two big toes.
Penis.
Any word on the anonymous tip-off?
Well, there's only one phone box.
It's on Flat Hill Road
by the Emporium.
Yeah. No cameras and
covered in fingerprints.
No, if it was the ratter,
they were definitely wearing gloves.
We need a timeline on the people
who saw Jonas McGee alive last.
Man Mountain.
I have a name.
Name? Mm-hm.
Stanley Honeywell.
Works at Cuttamulla Mine.
Hello, Stanley Honeywell.
We need to talk to him. Mm-hm.
Mm.
The sister with the claim next door.
Ada, yeah.
Ada.
OK. So, the Spaghetti Miscellaneous.
Thank you.
The chicken, with chips a la mode.
That means "on the side".
Thanks. And then the fish legs.
Thanks. Thanks. Thank you.
(SNIFFS)
Are you not eating with us, Carole?
Nah. Looks good, though.
Carole. Ivan.
She prefers the company
of dead people.
That checks out.
Are you good?
We're a long way from the ocean.
Then why did you get the fish?
Mm.
Are you still open?
WOMAN: Uh, closed. Sorry.
(SIGHS) Yeah.
Hang on. Um, Raf,
can you get me that one?
We've got one burger left.
Ah.
Here we go. On the house.
Go on.
Thank you. You're welcome.
I went to the pub for dinner.
I still haven't eaten.
(SQUELCHING) (SIGHS)
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS) (GASPS)
(CHUCKLES) You
You left this behind
at the crime scene
Detective Buchanan.
(CHUCKLES)
Ah, it's got a ring to it.
Hmm.
Hope you're proud of yourself.
Mm. I guess.
Well, you should be.
If I was tough on you back then,
I hope you can see now
it was 'cause I was, uh
preparing you for the shit
that I had to deal with.
Yeah.
Well, water under the bridge.
Yeah. No water up here, though.
Or bridges.
(PHONE BUZZES)
Need to get that?
(BUZZING STOPS) Nope.
Not your boss, is it?
Mm-mm.
How do you say his name again?
'Lootch-itch'.
Huh. 'Lootch-itch'.
Mm-hm. You like him?
Yeah.
He seems good.
That's good.
It's important to have someone
to trust.
Mm.
Well, I should let you go. Yeah.
Mm.
Yeah. I should get some sleep.
Yeah.
It took some, um took some guts
coming back here, Narelle.
I admire that.
Not everyone
who escapes the lion's den
wants to go back for their hat.
Night.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Nice caravan.
Swiss Alps. Mm.
You've been there?
Uh, no.
Uh, Rafi's father bought it,
painted it like this,
and dragged us up here.
He lasted about as long
as the snow would have.
(CHUCKLES)
That's hard Yeah.
For a boy.
You got kids?
He is a good kid.
He looks like one.
We sort of look out for each other.
Not here for opals?
Oh, God, no. No.
Switzerland - I'm neutral.
I'm Ivan.
(CHUCKLES)
The detective.
Billie.
Burger maker.
Billie. Nice to meet you. Mm.
Welcome to hell.
Don't let it get to you.
The heat can do really weird things.
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
(ENGINE REVS)
Where are they going?
Iron Ring.
What's that?
Nothing good.
AUTOMATED VOICE: (ON PHONE)
You have one new voice message.
(BEEPING)
MAN: (ON PHONE) Detective Buchanan,
this is Detective Senior Sergeant
Nathan Phelan
from Professional Standards.
I'm calling with regard
to Ivan Lucic,
Wondering if we could find
a time to talk,
strictly off the record,
of course.
Please give me a call when you can.
To call back, press 2-2.
To replay the message, press 1.
To reply, press 2.
To send a copy, press 3.
To delete, press 5.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Where are we going, Mum?
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Carole called.
Carole called you?
Yeah. We need to get to the morgue.
You look tired.
Is your air conditioning working?
Yeah.
Good.
(METALLIC DOOR OPENS)
Hi.
I'm Nell. This is Ivan.
Hi.
What's your name?
Is someone here with you?
Is your mum around?
I tried to tell her the body
wasn't ready for viewing.
WOMAN: He's my dad.
I have a right to be here.
What's your name?
Elsie. Elsie.
Mm-hm.
Do you mind if I call you Elsie?
Yeah, it's my name
Mm so that's fine.
I'm Detective Lucic.
We're looking into
your father's death.
Detective Buchanan.
Sorry for your loss.
You can't lose what you never had.
When was the last time
you saw your father, Elsie?
Before my daughter was born.
You spoken to him lately?
Well, it doesn't really matter now.
Look, we needed his help,
so when will his affairs be settled?
Not until we close
the investigation, Elsie.
Right.
(DOOR OPENS) Bess?
(YELLS) Bess!
(YELLS) Bess!
Where is she?!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
(CHILD CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)
MAN: Do it again. (CHUCKLES)
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
Bess?
BESS: I was just playing.
Hi, Elsie.
Hello, David.
NELL: Ivan, this is David Mamon
from The Third Row.
Detective Ivan Lucic. Homicide.
Must take a bit of getting used to.
What's that?
Having that at the back
of your name.
David Mamon.
Homicide.
I mean, that'll change
how you're seen, won't it?
Well, that's who I am.
No, that's what you do.
Who you are is
something different.
OK.
You knew Jonas McGee.
Yeah. Yeah.
When's the last time you saw him?
You know how, um, some people,
they got an aura, you know?
You know, like, an aura.
You know that?
You know aura, yeah.
Yeah. So, Jonas, he had an aura.
You got an aura. It's like a child.
Is it you or is it yours?
You didn't answer my question.
You haven't answered mine.
(DISTORTED ELECTRONIC GLITCHING)
(WOMAN SHRIEKS)
You got a place to stay?
I can't afford a motel.
Well, should we get you home, then?
Nice to meet you.
(PHONE BUZZES)
Yes?
OK.
That was Richter. We need to go now.
Ivan.
(FLIES BUZZ)
(BUZZING GROWS GRADUALLY LOUDER)
Jonas's head is pointing
his finger at you.
DOUG: How long are you gonna let
this big-city suit
swan around our town?
I got your little note.
I don't scare that easily.
Care to try your luck, Detective?
This town, everything in this town,
it's a waste of my time.
You know, out here,
people are a lot friendlier
once you get to know them,
Detective.
(BELLOWS LOUDLY)
(CHEERING)
Do you feel what I'm capable of?
Do you feel it?
Captions by Red Bee Media.
Copyright Australian
Broadcasting Corporation
(METALLIC DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(BATS CHIRPING)
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
(CRACKLING CONTINUES)
(ELECTRICAL POP, CRACKLING STOPS)
(MAN SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MAN GASPS) (FLIES BUZZ)
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(METALLIC DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT)
(GUNSHOT)
(THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN PELTS)
(SIGHS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Hello.
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) It's Packenham.
Your name comes up.
There's a PolAir plane
on the tarmac waiting for you.
You're flying out to Nulla
for a homicide.
(CAT MIAOWS)
Why me?
You need a tan.
(SIGHS)
Who have I got?
Local detective from the area.
(SIGHS) Ohh
Don't give me the "I only
work alone" bullshit, Ivan.
It's a few days. You'll survive.
(LINE GOES DEAD)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CAT MIAOWS)
(CAR HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
(CAT MIAOWS) Watch the house.
WOMAN: I'll be lucky
to make the autopsy.
WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE) Can you
just focus on the road, please?
Could you try to sound
a bit less like my mother?
Sorry, Nell.
I'm sure it's just first-day nerves.
It's more than that.
What do you need to hear from me?
Tell me this is not going
to be a shit show, Cal.
This is not going to be a shit show,
Nell.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(CHIMING ON PA)
PILOT: (ON PA)
Good morning, Detective.
Beginning our descent into Nulla.
Might be a little rough coming in.
Thanks.
I thought we got rid of you.
Yeah.
It's good to see you, too, Ray.
(FLIES BUZZ)
MAN: Are you here
for the decapitation?
What? Lucic.
Yes.
Yuri Sedov. I'm the airport manager.
That's a nice hat.
I'm expecting a lift.
Not here.
Is there somewhere I can wait?
(CHUCKLES) The chairman's lounge
is closed for renovations,
but you can wait right here
on the tarmac,
or I can offer you
some refreshments.
Please. (CHUCKLES)
Yes.
Sparkling water is $10. Beer, $20.
Alright.
Airport prices!
(FLY BUZZES)
(CAR APPROACHES)
Detective.
Nell Buchanan. Ivan Lucic.
I got here as fast as I could.
Um, do you want to go
to the motel first, freshen up?
I'll go straight to the mine.
He's been down there long enough.
OK.
This is my first homicide,
so I appreciate it.
Water?
Good.
(SIGHS)
Victim is Jonas McGee, 42, ex-con.
He was found at the bottom
of his opal mine, decapitated.
Head was in his lap.
Do we know who called it in?
Was an anonymous tip-off,
so it's probably a ratter.
A what?
It's an opal thief around here.
They scurry down your mine at night
and steal your opals
while you sleep, like a rat.
Sort of.
Weird name.
I don't know why they'd call it in
risk implicating themselves
for murder.
Right thing to do, I guess.
Listen, the local station
is actually not that far.
Do you want to stop in,
meet the sergeant?
No.
It might be good
to introduce yourself
just avoid a pissing contest.
(MAN WHISTLES MOCKINGLY)
(MAN WHISTLES MOCKINGLY AGAIN)
(COUNTRY MUSIC ON RADIO)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
I'm sleeping. Yes, you are.
I'm Detective Ivan Lucic.
Ah. Homicide.
I'm sorry.
I'm catching a bit of shut-eye.
I've been up all night here,
Detective.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
Uh, first time, is it, in Nulla?
I haven't had the pleasure before.
I think you'll find we're
a backward, violent, inbred bunch,
but at least the parking's free.
(CHUCKLES)
Sergeant Richter.
Very good.
This is Detective Buchanan.
She will be assisting me
with my investigation.
Detective. Good.
I was stationed here
when I was in uniform, so
I taught young Narelle
everything she knows.
Now she's back for more.
(CHUCKLES)
Hmm.
Tell me what you know
about the anonymous caller.
The ratter?
How do we know they're a ratter?
Well, no-one else
is going to be down
someone else's hole after midnight.
Mm. Do you have a name?
Better than that -
we've got him in the lockup.
Narelle knows where it is.
Very good.
Patricia.
It's this way.
(WHISPERS) Jesus.
(DOOR BUZZES OPEN)
Kyle Torshack?
Where's the uniform?
Where's your manners?
Why don't you tell me
what happened? Kyle?
Have you seen my face?
I'm looking at it.
It doesn't look good.
Is that a question, Detective?
Tell me what a ratter is, Kyle.
It's a dog act.
Are you one?
Nah.
DISTORTED VOICE: (ON RECORDING)
Jonas McGee is dead.
His head's been chopped off.
He's down his mineshaft
out on the West Ridge.
His head is just lying there, off.
(LINE GOES DEAD)
Is that you?
No.
Who did this to your face?
Mick The Brick Shithouse.
Passed him on the way in.
The whistler?
Yeah. Suits him, doesn't it?
Keeping me bottom of the food chain.
But so are mosquitoes,
and they're the deadliest
KYLE AND IVAN:
..thing on the planet.
Mm. Pathogens.
Can anyone verify
where you were last night, Kyle?
Yeah.
I finished my shift at the hospital,
and I was driving home
when her boss pulled me over.
She's not my boss, Kyle.
What'd she say?
Routine questions.
And here we are.
Do you know Jonas McGee?
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
How do you know each other?
What?
Tell Detective Lucic
how you know Jonas McGee.
He was my uncle.
Hmm.
(DOOR CLATTERS)
His hospital alibi checks out.
He'll be alright.
I made sure
it didn't get out of hand.
Leaving a cell door open
while a person of interest
is violently assaulted
is not how I run
a murder investigation, Sergeant.
Well, I've been running
this station a long time, Detective,
and we have a thing here
called self-policing.
These people
they haven't got much,
except hope in the ground -
and not much of that either.
So, when they strike opal,
believe me
only thing worse than being
a murderer around here
is being a ratter.
Lovely.
Yeah.
How long were you here?
Three years.
I was under Richter for three years.
Mm.
So, you knew the murder victim?
No, he was in prison,
but I knew of him.
That's why they assigned you -
local knowledge.
Yeah, that would make sense.
Why did you leave?
(CHUCKLES) Why did?
I was transferred.
What for?
I didn't understand
my job description.
What did you think it was?
Charging people
for committing crimes.
(CAR UNLOCKS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
Most of the mines
dried up years ago,
but people keep digging,
hoping it'll pay off.
Jonas McGee was one of them.
His claim's out this way.
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
(FLIES BUZZ)
Carole.
Ivan.
Nell, Carole.
Dr Carole Ness,
forensic pathologist.
Nice to meet you.
You flying solo?
Yeah, just me and the flies.
Tell me things, Carole.
Uh, there's no fresh tyre marks.
Footprints everywhere. Size 13.
I'm a size 13.
I knew you'd come crawling back,
Buchanan.
Well, I'm only human, Garry.
G'day. Garry Ahern.
I've been holding your head for you.
You verified the tip-off?
Yeah.
Yeah, I don't want to jump the gun
on your investigation,
but judging by the look on his face,
he got a bit of a surprise.
Hole's this way.
(FLIES BUZZ)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
You been down yet?
Nah. That's your job.
Empty lap.
No head.
(STONES CLATTER)
(WHISPERS) This way.
(BATS CHIRPING)
(DISTANT METALLIC CLANGING)
Police. Stop!
Dead end.
You heard that?
Yeah. Yeah, I heard that.
Sorry.
Good.
(NEW AGE MUSIC ON RADIO)
WOMAN: (ON RADIO) One, two, three.
(INHALES SLOWLY) I am enough.
I am enough.
As you breathe in now,
on your next inhale
I am enough.
..I want you to picture a sunset,
feeling that sunshine on your face.
(RADIO CLICKS OFF)
Garry. Yeah?
Do you mind if I call you Garry?
Everyone calls me Garry, mate.
Where's the head, Garry?
Are you taking the piss?
You had one job.
Someone's been down there, Garry.
It's not my fault, mate.
There are literally
miles of tunnels down there.
It's like a bloody rabbit warren,
yeah?
Find the head, Garry.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE REVS)
Who lives over there?
Kyle's mum.
Don't expect a cup of tea.
I'm sorry for your loss, Ada.
I'm sure it was a long night.
Yeah, I slept most of it.
Had to take a couple of pills
to knock myself out.
What time was that, Ada?
Do you mind if I call you Ada?
Mm-hm.
So, you didn't see anything?
You didn't hear anything?
I didn't even know that
Jonas had hit pay dirt.
Really?
He's your brother?
Yeah. Were you close?
Hmm.
We were neighbours
but we didn't talk.
You live here with your son, Kyle?
Yeah, I do.
You got a problem with that?
No.
No, I
I think you're very lucky.
Why weren't you and Jonas close?
Well, we were.
Then he got in with
a bunch of religious nutters
with David and that mob.
Who's David?
He
runs a commune up here.
The Third Row. Mm-hm.
I moved up here
to get Jonas out of it.
He was too far gone, though, huh?
Then what? I, uh
I stayed.
I bought a claim for myself.
Bought a claim,
the neighbouring one, for him
so he could mine it
when he got out of prison.
And?
Never even talked to me.
Said I was a heathen.
Oh. Was he close to anyone?
There was one guy that Jonas
took under his wing
when he was in prison.
Yeah, he he worked the mine a bit
when he got out, as well.
What was his name?
He didn't have a name.
We just called him The Giant.
He's a man mountain.
Man mountain?
Man mountain.
Mm.
Did Jonas have other family?
Yeah. My niece, his daughter, Elsie.
Were they close?
(SCOFFS)
Let me put it like this.
Uh, she had a restraining order
on him.
Where is his daughter?
She left town years ago.
Never met her.
Talk to me, Carole.
I spoke to the coroner
about the autopsy.
Once I winch his body up,
I'll set up at the local hospital,
run his prints, do a tox screen.
I found a wallet.
No phone.
I can look for a phone.
I'll check the database
for his number.
Where are you staying?
There's only one place in town.
You know, the killer might have
come back for the head.
Collecting a trophy?
Maybe.
There's one thing I know.
What's that?
I brought the wrong clothes.
(PHONE RINGS)
Found his phone.
There's no passcode on it.
Outgoing calls?
One contact.
Elsie.
That's his daughter.
Yeah.
What was he in for?
Manslaughter. Mm. How long?
Eight years. Out for two.
How far back do the calls go?
Just keeps going.
(CREAKING)
(GUN COCKS)
What's in the box?
OK. OK.
(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MAN GRUNTS, CLATTERING)
Are you OK? Yeah.
Carole?
Yeah?
You alright?
Yeah. Why?
Man Mountain.
Hard to miss.
We need a name.
What's in the box?
Jonas had serious opal.
Nobody has $20,000 here.
Nobody gets that lucky any more.
Who buys and sells?
The opals?
Yes.
The Irishman.
He's down this way.
That's who Ada was talking about.
What do they call themselves again?
The Third Row.
Their commune up on the ridge,
that's the largest claim in town.
Are there regulations on claim size?
Yeah, but what they do is
they all just peg adjoining claims
and pool all their resources
to the seer.
The seer? Mm-hm.
David Mamon.
They say he's a prophet.
Sounds like he's making one.
Used to have two hands,
but they never went anywhere.
Now it's just flipping me off.
Irishman's this way.
(BELL RINGS)
(TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC
ON SPEAKERS)
Everyone brings their opals here.
Ratters? Oh, yeah.
Hello?
(SCOTTISH ACCENT) Good morning.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Detectives Buchanan and Lucic.
We're working a homicide.
Oh. So, how can I help you,
detectives?
You're the Irishman?
That's right. You're Scottish.
That's very perceptive of you,
Detective.
Jonas McGee.
He was found by a ratter
in his mine with his head cut off.
Aye. Rest his soul.
Mm.
He sold opals through you.
When he had them.
I heard he was having a lucky run.
Well, people like to talk,
and when they don't know,
they make it up.
Is that right?
You know what I think?
I think this ratter
went down there for a reason.
I think they believed
what they'd heard.
(CLEARS THROAT) So
Jonas sold me these.
See, there's no dead spots.
And that darker patch,
it brings out the colours.
And that pattern there,
that's star burst.
That's what makes it so valuable.
How valuable?
(FLY BUZZES)
20 grand, thereabouts.
Mm.
Who else knows?
Well, I keep my mouth shut.
It's safer that way.
There's a giant man.
Oh, aye. You met Stan.
Stan?
Yeah. Stan the Man Mountain.
I mean, that's what they call him.
I don't think that's
his real surname, though.
I'm looking for him. Hmm.
Well, you'll have to
speak to the mayor,
'cause he's the one
who handles Stan.
Really? Mm.
Got it.
Good.
We'll be in touch.
Great. I look forward to it.
(DOOR OPENS, BELL RINGS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
That's him? Mm-hm.
Doug Tallon.
Yeah. You'll see this everywhere.
He's the kit guy.
All the mining equipment.
(OPERA MUSIC)
It's all him.
Doug Tallon?
(OPERA MUSIC STOPS)
Who's asking?
Detective Lucic. Homicide.
(CHUCKLES)
I'll give you 24 hours, Detective.
(MEN CHUCKLE)
Tell me more.
Bit hot in the kitchen for you,
by the looks of things.
(MEN LAUGH)
Yeah. Welcome back, Narelle.
You miss us?
It's 'Detective',
if titles are important.
Ooh! Well, bully for you.
I'm looking for the Man Mountain,
Mr Tallon.
Do you mind if I call you Mr Tallon?
Around here
most people call me Mr Mayor.
You go around calling me Mr Tallon,
well, I think I'm in trouble
or something.
There's no reason
you would be in trouble, is there?
Not
that I can think of, Narelle.
We're just solving the problems
of the world in here, Detective.
Yep.
Albeit with some relaxing bubbles
kicking in every now and again,
courtesy of my associates,
Frank and Frankie.
MEN: Cheers. Yeah, I remember.
I bet you do.
Little top-up, boys? Oh!
Love it. Lydia.
My darling, you complete me.
Mmm!
My lady mayoress.
Now, they are running
the Anne Boleyn case.
So
the Man Mountain.
Oh, Stanley. Stanley.
No idea where he is.
Mind you, he's hard to miss.
NELL: You got a phone number on him?
There's no point.
He doesn't talk.
You got an address on him?
I'd love to see you get a dress
on him, Narelle, I tell you.
(MEN LAUGH)
LYDIA: Ignore him.
Too many pina coladas.
You got a card, detective?
No.
Oh, well
we see Stanley,
send you a smoke signal,
won't we, boo?
Mm! Yeah.
We're here to help, detectives.
Next time, bring your bathers, eh?
(MEN CHUCKLE)
(OPERA MUSIC RESUMES,
BUILDS TO CRESCENDO)
CAROLE: His fingerprints are
a confirmed match to the record.
So is the blood type
on the blade of the axe.
Now, the body shows complete
cervical disarticulation at C2,
which is the upper vertebrae.
Bilateral compound fractures
of both the tibia and fibula.
Additional fractures to the pelvis,
ribs, and spine
indicate high-energy
axial compression.
He was pushed down the mine shaft.
Yeah. And beheaded after.
"Are you the one to come?"
Number three there.
That's the position of the head
before our souvenir hunter took it.
Time of death? Three days ago.
I could be more precise if
I had the body in the 21st century.
Mm.
Was he unconscious when it happened?
I hope so. Took three goes
to finish him off, same as
ALL: Mary, Queen of Scots.
Yeah.
(METAL SCRAPING) With this.
Saxon miner's axe.
Medieval antique.
Prints on that?
No. Wiped clean.
Old school.
(SPRAYER HISSES)
(BELL RINGS)
How can I help you?
We're here to check in.
Oh, you're the fuzz.
You're here for the whole, like,
decapitation-business thing?
Yeah, that's probably been
one of the best things
ever happened to
the Golden View Motel.
Three rooms snapped up like that.
Yep. There's three of us.
Darryl. Do you mind if I call you?
Oh, everyone used to call me Darryl,
but everyone calls me Dazzler now,
'cause I'm a people's type
of person, you know?
Key, please.
(SPRAY CAN HISSES)
Oh, yeah. That's right. Yeah.
That's you.
Now, I've got a few house rules.
So, number one, have fun.
Number two, flush.
Number three, make
(AC SPLUTTERS AND STOPS)
(AC SPLUTTERS, RATTLES, AND STOPS)
(SIGHS)
(SOFT SQUELCHING)
(MUFFLED THUD)
(MUFFLED BANGING)
(AC SPLUTTERS, RATTLES, AND STOPS)
(BANGING CONTINUES)
Such a weird guy.
Not sure what his deal is yet.
CAL: (ON PHONE) Have you asked him
what his deal is?
It's not really
that kind of thing, you know?
There's more important questions
to ask than that.
Like what?
Like, "Hey, Ivan",
"where do you think
this guy's severed head is?"
(WATER RUNNING, PIPES GROAN)
I cannot believe
they sent me back here.
What's that bringing up for you?
We don't have to do
the therapy version of this, Cal.
I don't think you're qualified.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help.
It's fine.
We can just be normal, you know?
We can just talk like normal.
Well, what do you want
to talk about?
(TV REMOTE CLICKS)
(ELECTRICITY ZAPS, TV HUMS)
(STATIC HISSES)
Nell, are you still there?
(BREATHES UNEVENLY)
(COUNTRY MUSIC ON SPEAKERS
IN BACKGROUND)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Have you two had
a missing head before?
Had a few feet.
A couple of hands.
Nose.
Two big toes.
Penis.
Any word on the anonymous tip-off?
Well, there's only one phone box.
It's on Flat Hill Road
by the Emporium.
Yeah. No cameras and
covered in fingerprints.
No, if it was the ratter,
they were definitely wearing gloves.
We need a timeline on the people
who saw Jonas McGee alive last.
Man Mountain.
I have a name.
Name? Mm-hm.
Stanley Honeywell.
Works at Cuttamulla Mine.
Hello, Stanley Honeywell.
We need to talk to him. Mm-hm.
Mm.
The sister with the claim next door.
Ada, yeah.
Ada.
OK. So, the Spaghetti Miscellaneous.
Thank you.
The chicken, with chips a la mode.
That means "on the side".
Thanks. And then the fish legs.
Thanks. Thanks. Thank you.
(SNIFFS)
Are you not eating with us, Carole?
Nah. Looks good, though.
Carole. Ivan.
She prefers the company
of dead people.
That checks out.
Are you good?
We're a long way from the ocean.
Then why did you get the fish?
Mm.
Are you still open?
WOMAN: Uh, closed. Sorry.
(SIGHS) Yeah.
Hang on. Um, Raf,
can you get me that one?
We've got one burger left.
Ah.
Here we go. On the house.
Go on.
Thank you. You're welcome.
I went to the pub for dinner.
I still haven't eaten.
(SQUELCHING) (SIGHS)
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS) (GASPS)
(CHUCKLES) You
You left this behind
at the crime scene
Detective Buchanan.
(CHUCKLES)
Ah, it's got a ring to it.
Hmm.
Hope you're proud of yourself.
Mm. I guess.
Well, you should be.
If I was tough on you back then,
I hope you can see now
it was 'cause I was, uh
preparing you for the shit
that I had to deal with.
Yeah.
Well, water under the bridge.
Yeah. No water up here, though.
Or bridges.
(PHONE BUZZES)
Need to get that?
(BUZZING STOPS) Nope.
Not your boss, is it?
Mm-mm.
How do you say his name again?
'Lootch-itch'.
Huh. 'Lootch-itch'.
Mm-hm. You like him?
Yeah.
He seems good.
That's good.
It's important to have someone
to trust.
Mm.
Well, I should let you go. Yeah.
Mm.
Yeah. I should get some sleep.
Yeah.
It took some, um took some guts
coming back here, Narelle.
I admire that.
Not everyone
who escapes the lion's den
wants to go back for their hat.
Night.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Nice caravan.
Swiss Alps. Mm.
You've been there?
Uh, no.
Uh, Rafi's father bought it,
painted it like this,
and dragged us up here.
He lasted about as long
as the snow would have.
(CHUCKLES)
That's hard Yeah.
For a boy.
You got kids?
He is a good kid.
He looks like one.
We sort of look out for each other.
Not here for opals?
Oh, God, no. No.
Switzerland - I'm neutral.
I'm Ivan.
(CHUCKLES)
The detective.
Billie.
Burger maker.
Billie. Nice to meet you. Mm.
Welcome to hell.
Don't let it get to you.
The heat can do really weird things.
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
(ENGINE REVS)
Where are they going?
Iron Ring.
What's that?
Nothing good.
AUTOMATED VOICE: (ON PHONE)
You have one new voice message.
(BEEPING)
MAN: (ON PHONE) Detective Buchanan,
this is Detective Senior Sergeant
Nathan Phelan
from Professional Standards.
I'm calling with regard
to Ivan Lucic,
Wondering if we could find
a time to talk,
strictly off the record,
of course.
Please give me a call when you can.
To call back, press 2-2.
To replay the message, press 1.
To reply, press 2.
To send a copy, press 3.
To delete, press 5.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Where are we going, Mum?
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Carole called.
Carole called you?
Yeah. We need to get to the morgue.
You look tired.
Is your air conditioning working?
Yeah.
Good.
(METALLIC DOOR OPENS)
Hi.
I'm Nell. This is Ivan.
Hi.
What's your name?
Is someone here with you?
Is your mum around?
I tried to tell her the body
wasn't ready for viewing.
WOMAN: He's my dad.
I have a right to be here.
What's your name?
Elsie. Elsie.
Mm-hm.
Do you mind if I call you Elsie?
Yeah, it's my name
Mm so that's fine.
I'm Detective Lucic.
We're looking into
your father's death.
Detective Buchanan.
Sorry for your loss.
You can't lose what you never had.
When was the last time
you saw your father, Elsie?
Before my daughter was born.
You spoken to him lately?
Well, it doesn't really matter now.
Look, we needed his help,
so when will his affairs be settled?
Not until we close
the investigation, Elsie.
Right.
(DOOR OPENS) Bess?
(YELLS) Bess!
(YELLS) Bess!
Where is she?!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
(CHILD CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)
MAN: Do it again. (CHUCKLES)
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
Bess?
BESS: I was just playing.
Hi, Elsie.
Hello, David.
NELL: Ivan, this is David Mamon
from The Third Row.
Detective Ivan Lucic. Homicide.
Must take a bit of getting used to.
What's that?
Having that at the back
of your name.
David Mamon.
Homicide.
I mean, that'll change
how you're seen, won't it?
Well, that's who I am.
No, that's what you do.
Who you are is
something different.
OK.
You knew Jonas McGee.
Yeah. Yeah.
When's the last time you saw him?
You know how, um, some people,
they got an aura, you know?
You know, like, an aura.
You know that?
You know aura, yeah.
Yeah. So, Jonas, he had an aura.
You got an aura. It's like a child.
Is it you or is it yours?
You didn't answer my question.
You haven't answered mine.
(DISTORTED ELECTRONIC GLITCHING)
(WOMAN SHRIEKS)
You got a place to stay?
I can't afford a motel.
Well, should we get you home, then?
Nice to meet you.
(PHONE BUZZES)
Yes?
OK.
That was Richter. We need to go now.
Ivan.
(FLIES BUZZ)
(BUZZING GROWS GRADUALLY LOUDER)
Jonas's head is pointing
his finger at you.
DOUG: How long are you gonna let
this big-city suit
swan around our town?
I got your little note.
I don't scare that easily.
Care to try your luck, Detective?
This town, everything in this town,
it's a waste of my time.
You know, out here,
people are a lot friendlier
once you get to know them,
Detective.
(BELLOWS LOUDLY)
(CHEERING)
Do you feel what I'm capable of?
Do you feel it?
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