Mr and Mrs Murder (2013) s01e10 Episode Script
Little Boxes
You're one of us now.
You can run, but you can't hide.
Look at that thing.
It's amazing.
My mum gives us an esky and your dad gives us this.
- We could live in it.
- Well, I love your mum's esky.
- Do you? - Mm-hm.
OK, shall we open our present? - Uh-huh.
- Let's go.
- Come on.
- Hold up.
- What was that? - Kids.
- Can we go inside? - Yeah.
- Alright, you ready? One - Two.
Three.
Shh.
Shh.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Appreciate you taking this one.
I know it's a long way from home.
No.
No, we enjoyed the drive.
- Mm.
Oxy-gum? - Oh, no thanks.
You can breathe for two hours under water.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Victim was a good friend of Richard Nailor, bigwig investor and multi-millionaire.
Richard Nailor from the Barcelona Olympics? Two silvers in clay target shooting Richard Nailor? Well, more importantly, he's the owner of this crime scene.
Who was it? James Langlan.
35.
IT guy.
Shot with a spear gun.
Pinned to the wall.
Still hanging there when they found him.
When who found him? Nailor's son and fiance, Ben and Sarah.
They were christening the box, so to speak.
Nailor had just given it to them as an engagement present.
Generous guy.
Last year one of these went for half a mil.
What was James doing here? He was a triathlete.
Trained all hours.
We found his bag in here with a few changes of clothes, toiletries A few changes of clothes? He used to get ready in here.
Explains what he was doing here at 2:00 in the morning.
2:00 in the morning? Seems pretty early, even for a triathlete.
Oh, there was a big party at the Nailors' for the engagement.
Probably figured it was easier to catch a few winks here before going to training, rather than try to go home.
Motive? There had been a lot of break-ins to the boxes along here over the past month.
Local kids, we think.
The door had been jimmied.
So you think that James surprised a thief? Well, whoever it was panicked, grabbed a spear gun, which was here, and whack.
What do you steal from a beach box? CDs, iPod, shell knick-knacks, driftwood artefacts Beachy stuff.
- Just down there, wasn't it? - Yeah.
Do you remember what I was wearing when you proposed? Yes, I do.
It was a red-checked swimsuit one piece.
Did you say yes? I can't now recall.
Don't know.
Don't remember.
You came out of the water.
The sun was behind you and you looked so beautiful.
Caught me in a moment of weakness.
If it had been any other time, I wouldn't have asked you.
Then we spent the day looking for a time capsule.
Yes, we did.
Yes.
I thought it would be a great adventure.
It's probably still buried here somewhere.
Unfortunately, the razor-sharp memory I had when I buried it has dimmed over the last 35 years.
Well, maybe we could ask Peter and his boys to comb the area.
Very good idea.
Very good idea.
Shall we? You know, whoever killed James knew how to handle a spear gun.
I think that rules out kids breaking in, don't you? Yeah, I do.
Is that Renee Geyer? Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
It's curious.
All this wax.
Well, candles.
You've got music.
What more romantic way could there be to - and I'm quoting here - christen the box? Yeah, but with a body hanging there? And wouldn't Nailor's son be in his 20s? Would he be listening to Renee Geyer? That's true.
He'd be listening to Nicki Minaj or somebody.
Yeah, totally.
What I can't understand is why Peter's side-stepping the most obvious suspect, you know? He owns the box, he owns the spear gun, and he's got medals in marksmanship.
By all means, make yourself at home.
- Oh.
- Oh.
I'm Richard Nailor.
This is my son, Ben.
- Oh, hello.
I'm Nicola.
- Hi.
We're so sorry about what happened here.
We know he was a good friend of yours.
James has been a friend of the family for many years.
We're all just struggling to come to terms with it, really.
Aren't we, mate? Can you fix it, do you think? Can we fix it? Um, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
No, we can take it back to what it was.
We need to resand the floorboards and perhaps restain.
- But, yeah.
We can do that.
- Great.
If you need any advice on the heritage stuff, there's a lady in town, Lola Atkins.
She runs a cafe/gift shop opposite the park.
She's a real history nut.
She was here a few weeks ago when we were doing renovations.
- She really knows her stuff.
- Good.
- We'll do that.
- That's good advice.
Thank you.
- We'll leave you to it.
- Thanks.
- Nice to meet you.
- 'Bye.
'Bye.
Bye-bye.
Did you see him checking out the CD player? - Richard? - Yeah.
No.
No, I didn't see that.
Maybe we do need some advice on these floorboards.
Think it's time for a three-quarter decaf chai latte? When isn't it? Oh, hi.
Can you tell us where we'd find Lola? - Just - Thank you.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No.
No, I apologise.
I'm so sorry.
Stupid.
Idiot.
Sorry.
Um, Lola? - Yeah, that's right.
Yeah.
- Oh, hi.
Hi.
I'm Nicola.
- This is my husband, Charlie.
- Hello.
Hello.
Nice place.
- Oh, thank you.
- Excuse me, darling.
We're working with the police on restoring the Nailor beach box and Richard suggested we should chat to you about any heritage fix-ups.
Yes, absolutely.
Richard said you might call in.
Oh, great.
This is Sarah, Ben's fiancee.
Oh, we met him this morning.
- Congratulations on the engagement.
- Thanks.
Kids, wasn't it, breaking in? Oh, I really couldn't say.
It's been happening so much lately.
But to kill someone Did they find his phone? James's phone? Oh, I couldn't say.
We're just the cleaners.
Why don't you grab a coffee? - We won't be too long here.
- Yeah, OK.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
Yeah, it's pretty shocking.
Everyone knows everyone around here.
It's a small town.
And have you lived here long? - Mm, born and bred.
- Oh.
We were wondering if you might be able to pop over to the Nailor beach box at some stage.
We're resurfacing the timber and we want to get it just right.
Yeah, I can do that a bit later on when I knock off.
Great.
Yeah, thank you.
Now, Lola, that parchment in the cabinet just round the corner there, that's not the original, is it? Is it? Oh, my God.
That is That's amazing.
That's a love letter from Matthew Flinders to his wife, Ann.
He wrote hundreds of letters to her.
OK.
Hang on.
Let me work this out.
This is the 25th of September, 1800.
So that would make it the 'HMS Reliance', and the ship he used to investigate this part of the coast was the 'Investigator' which is later on it was called the 'Xenophon'.
You're a rarity, an Australian that knows something about Australian history.
Just enough to get me into trouble.
This is the Nailor mansion, alright.
Yeah.
Think it's strange that Sarah asked about James's phone? Mm-hm.
Wonder who that guy was they were talking to.
OK, plan.
Toilet distraction.
- Charlie? - Hm? Where are you? What are you thinking about? Oh, Matthew Flinders.
Just thinking about Matthew Flinders.
Mm.
It was nice of Lola to give us 50% off for this, wasn't it? What do you think? No.
Don't like it? - Hello.
- Hi.
I'm Nicola Buchanan.
This is my husband, Charlie.
How do you do? We're working on your beach box.
Oh, yes.
Richard said.
The cleaners.
Yes.
We wondered if we might be able to use your facilities.
Oh, of course.
Oh, thank you.
- After you, darling.
- Ooh, it's lovely.
Thank you.
Um, well, we're renovating the downstairs bathroom.
So upstairs, through the guest bedroom to the right.
Oh, right.
Thank you.
Won't be long.
Can I offer you something? Tea? Coffee? Beer? No.
No, thank you.
I wouldn't want to put you to any bother.
- Oh, it's no bother.
- Really? A sandwich would be lovely.
Well, it's It's been a tough few days.
Well, that's perfectly understandable.
Are you seeing anybody? Counselling can often help you when you've lost somebody who's very close to you.
Oh, no, no.
I wasn't close to him.
He was James was Richard's friend.
Oh, was he? Right.
Still That's a beautiful picture, isn't it? Where was that taken? - Is that Rye? Silver Sands? - Yeah, I think.
From the glint on the water, it was taken during the summer equinox.
I can tell I can tell that.
That's a good picture.
- Is your wife alright? - Hm? Well, she's been up there for a while.
Oh.
Yeah.
Yeah, she has a bit.
Yeah, she's not very well.
She has a minor intestinal complaint.
Nothing serious, but as a result she does spend a lot of her time on the toilet.
- Oh, dear.
- Yes.
Well Actually, I I should check how she is, actually.
You stay here, finish the sandwich, which, by the way, is looking delicious.
- OK.
I'll go.
- Alright.
Fizzy! I reckon we've got about a minute.
Marital trouble.
Guest bedroom.
- Richard's been sleeping here.
- He might be a snorer.
And I found this in the en suite beside the sink with a weird orange stain.
- Didn't lick it, did you? - What have you got? Family knows its way around a spear gun.
Yvette.
- Is everything OK? - Mm-hm.
Yes.
Yes, certainly.
Yes.
Charlie and I were busy admiring your manchester.
We have very similar pillowcases.
They're beautiful, Yvette.
Your husband told me about your condition.
I have a fabulous gastroenterologist I could recommend.
Oh, sorry.
I'm expecting a call.
Hello? Oh, look, Charlie.
They are just like ours.
They're beautiful, honey.
Did you hear that? It was Renee Geyer, a Renee Geyer ringtone.
James and Yvette were having an affair.
A lot of people like Renee Geyer.
- Doesn't mean they're involved.
- This time it does.
So that's the thing.
Someone just wanted to make it look like a botched robbery.
Could be right.
We got the kid who broke into the other boxes.
His mother found a stash of stuff in his bedroom.
And he's got a watertight alibi for the last three days - in hospital with a ruptured appendix.
- What? - You're a bit sun-kissed, Nic.
Am I? I've got some pawpaw in my glove box.
Yeah, yeah.
We've got plenty of pawpaw in the van, thank you.
Alright, so Richard's the natural suspect, isn't he? He finds out about the affair and decides to spear gun the lover.
Yeah, but what about Yvette? She could've been spurned by a younger lover and killed him in a fit of passion.
- I'm with Charlie on this one.
- Really? Yeah, the husband is always the first suspect in situations like this.
Well, I'll keep you posted.
Look after that nose of yours.
I think Peter's wrong.
Well, normally I'd agree with you.
But this time he agrees with me, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you.
Richard strikes me as a devoted father.
Why give his son a gift-wrapped body for his engagement? I don't believe that.
I don't think he did it.
Hey, you should ask to use the toilet again because I think I set up the groundwork for that.
This is all your fault.
You're the reason they're gonna grill him.
- Just stay away from me.
- Please wait.
Let me explain.
Ben, come back! No, we're going to the police station.
- Hi.
- Hello.
Hi.
We were just going to ask about photographs of the beach box.
We want to make sure everything's back in you know, exactly as it was before.
No.
No, please.
- Really? - It's fine, yeah.
Come on in.
You sure? We just need a couple of photos.
That would make the job a little bit easier for us.
We should You'll have to forgive my son.
He's You know, this whole business Thank you very much.
OK, thank you.
I don't know how much you heard.
Oh, nothing.
No, we just heard it was your fault, which we didn't believe.
Ben's not usually so angry.
He's a good boy.
I think he's just trying to make sense of everything, and he's he's very close to his father and I think he's just looking for someone to blame and Do you think he blames you? Well, I mean, it is my fault.
How could he think that this is your fault? Because James and I were We were More than friends? I can't even I can't even remember when it started.
I love Richard.
I will always love Richard.
He's a good man and he's a wonderful father.
We just We just stopped seeing each other and I I didn't mean for this to happen.
I don't think that anybody does.
James James made me feel sexy and alive.
You know, I just I didn't even fight it.
I just I didn't fight it because I wanted I just wanted to be wanted and now he's gone.
And I've hurt the two people who mean the most to me in the world, and I just I've never I've never ever felt this lost in my life before.
Did Richard know about the affair? No.
God, no.
God, no.
Not until now.
- What have I done? - Oh.
- What have I done? - Oh What have I done? Oh.
- Sorry.
This is so silly.
- No.
You probably need to be getting home.
Well, we have the photographs that The photographs of the beach box but that's Put them over here.
Um here you go.
- Oh, perfect.
Thank you.
- Thank you very much indeed.
And in return, may I please take this? Oh, of course.
Thank you.
Everybody in that photograph is toasting the happy couple, except for Richard.
Now, I'm no expert in social etiquette but I would've thought that was a no-no.
Maybe he's got a problem with Ben.
Could be Sarah.
- Ben's the one with the temper.
- Maybe.
I can't believe you actually met Richard Nailor.
- Did he kill somebody? - Maybe.
- No.
- Good.
I like him.
Well, at first I thought he was passing judgement.
And then I thought You tell me.
- What's wrong with that picture? - Well, he's not Aside from the fact he's not toasting.
- He's wearing loafers.
- Exactly.
And the lady wins a cigar.
What? Loafers, no socks, with a dinner suit.
Does dressing badly make you a murderer? - You said book club was at 8:00.
- Yeah.
Janine broke up with her ex-boyfriend again.
She didn't want to rant in front of everyone, so she asked if she could pop over early to debrief.
- Mm.
- Sorry.
Betrayal, duplicity, greed, a furnace of secrets and lies.
An inane, morally corrupt, misogynistic, bourgeois, self-righteous waste of time.
I'm not sure we've all read the same book.
You asked me my opinion, and my opinion is that philandering bastards should be shot.
It's an espionage novel, Janine.
It's diverting.
It's not terribly realistic.
I've read a few in my time.
Read a few, eh, Alan? One or two.
In an age where we can direct a smart bomb down an elevator shaft and take out the corner of the room with clinical precision, it is nice to be reminded that sometimes you just have to tether the goat to catch the lion.
Creaming soda, Alan? - Would you like some? - Thanks, Nicola, yeah.
Hi, everyone.
New guy.
Having fun? I hope you're not planning to inject vodka into that watermelon, Charlie? I'm not falling for that trick again.
No, no, no.
No, Janine.
No.
I know he's your husband, Nicola, but he's also a man and you can't trust them.
You can't.
- Oh.
- Don't worry.
It's not loaded.
It's It's bad in there.
Janine's still venting.
- Really? Oh.
- Yeah.
What are you doing? I'm just testing out a theory, darling.
- Come in.
Come in.
Come in.
- Just a second.
I was testing a theory.
You know, it's really complicated.
Yeah? It's really complicated firing a spear gun.
Look, I'll show you.
You've got load the spear all the way down to the shaft.
Then you've got to press the gun into your thigh and pull back on this rubber loop, all the way back, which is actually quite difficult.
Then you hook it round the anterior pin, like so.
I think you're right.
I don't think Richard Nailor killed James.
- Because? - Remember when you met him? Offered to shake his hand and he avoided it? - Yeah? - OK.
He didn't toast the happy couple at the party and didn't drive himself to the police station.
So there's something wrong with his hand or his arm, which makes sense with the loafers too.
- There are no laces to tie.
- That's right.
There's no way he could have loaded, aimed and fired this.
Oh, sweetie, that's fantastic.
I've got to get back in there.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm right behind you, darling.
Right behind you.
- OK.
- I'll just unload.
Sorry, darling.
Glass of watermelon juice, darling? Sorry about almost killing you.
Mm.
Maybe that's what happened to James Langlan, a dodgy spear gun went off by accident? - Could be.
- Mm.
Though someone still had to load the gun, didn't they, and load it for a reason? Sure.
Armed robbery to get an iPod and some bric-a-bracndoesn't sound likely, though, does it? No.
You know, it's this bit of wood that's got me stumped.
Why would someone make off with this? It might be the difference between value and worth.
See, the contents in my time capsule aren't worth anything, but they're of enormous value to me.
But I remember carving a marker on some wood like this.
Maybe whoever it was was trying to protect the contents of the beach box.
Well, it's Richard Nailor's box.
But, I mean, he wouldn't protect it.
- Not with a spear gun, anyway.
- No.
We need to prove that he can't use his right hand to be sure.
Well, we could try and get him to sign something.
An autograph.
I'm so glad I didn't kill you.
Me too, darling.
Just act like you're a fan and you really want his autograph.
I am a fan.
I do want his autograph.
Great.
Work with that.
- Richard, hello.
- Hello.
Now's not a good time.
I'm just on my way out.
No, we don't want to hold you up.
We just wanted to introduce you to our very clever niece, Jess.
- Doing an MBA.
Big fan.
- Yes, yes, yes.
Mr Nailor.
Hi.
So nice to meet you.
Can I just say, your work is pioneering.
The way you've integrated sustainability into your investment structure, your melding GDP's growth Yeah, long story short, could you sign her book? - Yes, if you'd be so kind.
- Yeah, of course.
It's always a pleasure to meet a young person so enthusiastic about sustainable markets.
I've got some signed copies inside.
First editions.
My driver's here.
There's no-one else at home.
I could drop one to your aunt and uncle at the box.
- How would that be? - Yeah, that'd be great.
Thank you.
- OK.
Pleasure to meet you.
- For me too.
Thank you, Richard.
He's clever.
He's clever.
Did you notice the orange stains on his fingers? I bet they were from whatever was inside that empty capsule.
Now, what's orange and goes inside a capsule? I don't know.
What? Sorry.
I thought you were telling a joke.
- Oh.
Let's mind meld.
- Yeah.
- Vitamin C.
- Pollen.
- Antibiotic.
- Marigold.
Turmeric.
Turmeric? Turmeric.
That could be it.
Turmeric is very much the spice du jour at the moment in clinical trials for the treatment of inflammatory and autoimmune diseases - lupus, MS, rheumatoid arthritis.
That would explain the limited mobility in his hands.
Yes.
Just supposition, though.
We need proof.
- Oh, no.
Poor Richard.
- Exactly.
Poor Richard, who conveniently isn't here right now.
- Yes.
- No.
- Jess, you stand guard.
- No, no, no.
Anyone comes, make a noise like an owl.
Make it loud this time, 'cause last time we couldn't hear you.
Alright.
I've been through bedrooms, bathrooms, fridges.
- Nothing medication wise.
- Great.
- Did you check the bathrooms? - Yes, darling.
- And looked at the fridge? - Yes.
What have you done? I've looked through the filing cabinet and - Well - Darling, how did you go? - No luck.
- That only leaves this.
- Oh, it's locked.
- Oh.
Let's see.
Oh! Ah.
Although Hang on just one moment.
- Well spotted.
- Could be.
Oh, well done.
There we go.
Look.
Look, right there in the middle of the label - 'Richard Nailor'.
All the proof we need.
- Oh, Charlie.
- Just a bit lower, sweetie.
No, sweetie.
We're in trouble.
- Oh, what? - Big trouble.
Jess.
Jess.
Your owl is inaudible.
It was inaudible.
If we're on the news, I hope they pixelate our faces.
We'll be OK.
Peter will look after us.
He'll look after you and make sure I go to the chair.
You're free.
Your boss has vouched for you.
He's a good man.
I've always said that.
Yeah, maybe some professional courtesy and give us the heads up next time, OK? We'll do that.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Are you out of your minds? If that was a cop I wouldn't have been able to do anything.
I'm really sorry, Peter.
It won't happen again.
On the plus side, we've been able to prove conclusively that Richard Nailor didn't kill James.
Richard has a debilitating disease.
He can't move his arm.
Yeah, he's got either lupus, MS or rheumatoid arthritis.
Well, if he did have a debilitating disease discounting him as a suspect, why wouldn't he say so? Because he's THE Richard Nailor.
If he sneezes, the stock market catches a cold.
If the markets heard there would be pandemonium.
Alright, I'll speak to him.
You stay out of his house.
Absolutely.
No more house-breaking.
So you've proved that Richard Nailor didn't do it.
So who do you reckon did it? Well, his son, Ben, has quite a temper, and he was really upset about his mother's affair with James.
But you'd have to be really sick to deliberately take your fiancee to discover a body like that so Well, what about the mother? Maybe James wanted to end the affair and she had other ideas.
No, we've hugged, you know, and Yvette's a lot of things, but I don't think she's a killer.
Hi.
- Hi.
Stephen.
- Hi.
Doing a great job in here.
Really nice.
I was a friend of James.
Good friend.
Um, can we help you with anything, Stephen? I'm sorry to have bothered you.
No, you're fine.
Was that odd? Yeah.
Isn't that the dude from the cafe? Yeah.
He was with the fiancee, Sarah.
- Yeah, that's right.
Yeah.
- Is he a suspect? Well, I got me a hunch he's our guy.
- Why do you say that? - His eyes are funny.
Jess, eyes, no matter how amusing they are, should not form the basis of a suspicion of murder.
His eyes are profoundly funny.
As funny as this? These floorboards have just been redone, haven't they? Yeah, yeah.
Richard said they did everything.
Is it loose? 'Cause I've got some tools in the van.
What's that? Oh, wow.
- Hello.
- Hello.
James's letters, bills, passport.
The police found several changes of clothes here.
We know he was here much earlier than he should have been.
Maybe James was actually living here.
Sorry I missed you yesterday.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No, no.
That's fine.
I came down to the box.
You'd already gone.
- Oh, well.
- Right.
We didn't realise that James was living in the box.
Did you? No.
No, I didn't.
We thought that was odd 'cause, you know, he's in IT.
It's pretty lucrative, a lot of money around.
You see, James and Stephen used to have a business together, but James lost everything when the business went under.
- He was completely broke.
- Right.
Sorry, I've just got to Oh, sure.
Sure.
Ring me if you want some any heritage advice.
Yeah, sure.
No, that would be very handy.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
- Great.
- That's lovely.
Thanks.
Cheers.
There we are.
That's good.
That's handy, isn't it? Oh, so Bees-Wax was the name of the business that Stephen and James had together.
It was a website for insiders to trade gossip and rumours anonymously about the business world.
OK, here we go.
James Langlan was suing Stephen Rowe.
- Gosh.
- God, that's a lot.
So Stephen Rowe is starting up again using the same principle, but under a different name, and without James Langlan.
But you wouldn't murder someone over a lawsuit, would you? Well, dead men don't sue.
We know about the lawsuit.
It's a matter of public record.
Lawyers reckon James was wasting his time.
- You sure you don't want this? - Oh, no, thanks.
We were right about Richard Nailor, though, weren't we? Mm, yeah.
Spot on.
Rheumatoid arthritis.
I mean, it took a bit, but he finally admitted it.
There's no way he'd be able to manage that spear gun.
He can't even open his wallet.
- Oh, thanks, no.
- No? Alright.
I'd better get back.
Oh.
- Pawpaw.
- Oh.
- For your Got to get back.
- OK.
- See you.
- 'Bye.
What if Stephen was looking for something specific that night, something to help him in his court case? OK, what have we got? We've got CDs, shells, driftwood and an iPod.
And James's phone.
Remember Sarah asked about James's phone? Maybe that's what this is all about.
Oh, yeah.
But if there was something incriminating on it, wouldn't he have just destroyed it? Surely, and if the police can't find it with a GPS tracker, there's no hope.
Of course, GPS tracking doesn't work under water, does it? With the unseasonably strong south-westerlies cutting in across this way and that storm surge last Sunday if he'd hurled the phone out thusly, it would be either halfway to Tasmania or washed up on those rocks over there that have formed that small groyne.
Small groyne? Sweetie, we don't know where the phone was thrown from or even if it was thrown.
Darling, I know human nature.
I know physics.
I know the patterns of the Southern Ocean.
In the wrong hands that's a boring dinner party conversation, but in mine it's a deadly combination.
Oh, Charlie.
Sweetie, don't be so hard on yourself.
No-one alive could have predicted where to find that phone.
I can't find my own at the best of times.
Mind you, there's probably an app for that now.
The phone probably rings you and tells you where it is.
- Yeah.
- Is this it? So it's not impossible? A halo jump in a lightning storm is impossible.
This is child's play.
Ooh, nice tools, Alan.
Thank you.
So what is it you used to do again, Alan? Worked for Telstra.
Now, this probably won't work and I might have - Oh, you did it, Alan.
- Alan, you're the man.
Oh, you were totally a Navy SEAL.
- Can you go into photos? - Mm-hm.
OK, Alan.
Dollar signs.
Yeah, follow the money.
Yeah.
- Oh, dear.
Oh, no.
- Oh, good God.
- Jess, go and brush your teeth.
- I'm 22.
Sweetie.
- You can't unsee that.
- No.
Wait a minute.
Is that - Is that Stephen and Sarah? - Yes.
Well, now we know who's got a motive for destroying the phone.
OK, OK, OK.
You just need to calm down.
I'll come and see you as soon as I'm done here.
Alright? Alright, Sarah? Look, I'll call you back.
Oh, hello.
How are you? Sorry to interrupt the call.
Is everything alright, Lola? The police have taken Sarah in for questioning.
- Oh.
- Why would they do that? Well, maybe they found out about her relationship with Stephen.
- Why would you say that? - You know, you hear things.
Yeah, it's a small town.
You know, people chat to us.
Well, that's what got her into this mess.
James was blackmailing her.
He had photos of her and Stephen.
He was going to send them to Ben.
She'd already given him 5,000 but he wanted more.
She didn't know what to do, so she told Stephen.
Do you know when she told Stephen? I don't know.
Three or four days ago, I guess.
Right.
Lola, could you wrap that up for us, please? - Of course.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
That was before James was murdered.
Yeah.
Will do.
Great, thanks.
'Bye.
OK, Peter's pulling Stephen in for a chat.
Uh-huh.
Good.
That's great.
Looks like we might have our man.
Time capsule? You know, I carved my initials on this hunk of wood and I buried it about four paces from it.
If I can find that phone, I reckon I could find a biscuit tin.
Mm.
In all fairness, Jess found the phone.
Yeah, she did, didn't she? We should get her down here.
Yeah.
- Charlie? - Honey.
- Sweetie.
- Charlie! Charlie! Stephen? He's not breathing.
- Call the ambulance.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- OK, easy.
- Stephen? - Stephen! - Oh, no.
He's OK.
It's going to be OK.
This is my fault.
This is all my fault.
I told Ben that Stephen and I were having an affair and I shouldn't have said anything to anyone.
It's just that Stephen was freaking out about James being killed and so I told him yesterday about James blackmailing me.
You know, he was freaking out, he was so angry, and then I just thought I should tell Ben, you know, get it all out in the open before we got married.
I don't know what I was thinking.
- How could you do this? - Oh, what, Sarah? You tried to kill him.
Did you try to kill James too? - You don't get to ask me that.
- Ben Nailor? Would you mind accompanying us to the station to answer a few questions? Oh, it's incredible.
Thank you.
And we added a piece of driftwood that we found.
We saw in the photographs you had something like that.
It must have been stolen.
I'm afraid that ours is rather plain by comparison.
Oh, no.
I didn't even notice it had gone.
I can't thank you enough.
Richard will be thrilled.
Oh, and how is Richard? Oh, he's coping.
And how are you? How am I? Well, my son has been taken in for questioning over the murder of a man I was having an affair with, and my husband, who has somehow managed to forgive me, is suffering from a debilitating disease that I didn't even know he had.
I mean, that's how far we've drifted apart.
But he wants to How did he put it? Find our way back to each other, which is You know, it's more than I deserve.
- Well, these are yours.
- Oh.
There's a few that we have at the house, but I'll post them.
Oh, no, no, no.
Just keep them as a memento.
I just I just can't thank you enough.
That's alright.
Mm.
Mm.
Yes.
Thank you.
Well, sweetie, what say we get out of here, go down the beach? I didn't bring my red-check swimsuit.
Where we're going we don't need red-check swimsuits.
And bingo was his name.
- Ooh! - Nic! Ooh, look.
Look, look, look.
- Oh, Charlie.
- Oh, my gosh.
Look at that.
- Look at that.
Look at that.
- Oh.
You see, that alone would be enough for me.
I don't even have to open it.
No.
Bury it again.
- Open it.
- I can't.
I'm paralysed with excitement.
I can't believe Oh, here it goes.
I'm opening it up.
Oh.
- Oh, gosh.
- Dolly.
Yeah.
That was my sister's.
Just wanted to say that.
My gosh, look at that.
$1.
That's the original $1.
- Know how much that's worth now? - No.
That would be worth about, I reckon, $4, maybe $5, if it was in better condition.
Ooh, look.
Look, look.
Look, look, look.
That's my father and my sister and myself and we're wearing matching outfits - Look at you.
- .
.
that my mother made.
- Isn't that nice? - Charlie? Where is that? Lola told us that Stephen found out about James's photographs before James was killed.
- Right? - Right.
But Sarah said he found out after James was killed.
Yeah, but to be fair to Lola, she said she wasn't sure.
You know, it was hard for her to remember.
Mm.
I thought Jess would be fascinated with the contents of my time capsule.
She said she was tired and had to go to bed.
Oh.
Well, I suppose it is after midnight, darling.
She does have those exams tomorrow.
I know, but this is education from the school of life.
Living history in this box.
I'm very disappointed in her.
I'm very disappointed.
You know, it's that other box that I'm worried about.
You know, if your girlfriend, Lola, is right about the dates, then was Sarah lying to protect herself or Stephen or both? Or is it just about the mobile phone? She sold me a hat.
She's not my girlfriend.
Would she really have taken Ben to the beach box if she knew that James was skewered in there? See, I don't think so.
- 'Night, Aunty Nic.
- Oh, goodnight, sweetie.
Hey, you sure you don't want to stay up for Charlie's lecture? Yeah.
I want to, but I just don't want to.
OK.
You know, you shouldn't sell your uncle short.
He's He's really quite spellbinding.
Yeah.
Astonishing, isn't it? This simple canoe hewn from a single piece of cuttlefish.
- Mm.
- Look at that carving.
- I was eight when I carved that.
- Really? Yeah, if I'd stuck at it, we could be running a million-dollar scrimshaw business by now with you as its queen.
Mm.
That's it.
- What? - The carving.
The night they broke into the beach box they were going to steal something, but they weren't going to steal James's phone.
They were going to steal the carving, that carved driftwood.
Come on, darling.
Come on, darling.
Where are those photos that Yvette gave us? Ooh.
Um, I put them in a special spot.
Special spot.
Yes, yes, yes.
We agreed.
The box.
No, no.
That special spot.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
You're right.
OK.
- Now, we need the driftwood.
- Driftwood? The driftwood with the carving on it.
- Is that it? That's not it.
- No.
Oh, there it is.
There it is.
OK.
Can you read that? - It's small.
- Can I read that? What does that say? Um, 'B'.
'V'.
'D'.
BVD Ann.
BVD Ann? - Beloved Ann.
- Beloved Ann.
Beloved Ann.
Yes.
Who's Ann? Ann is a very, very special person, a devoted and beautiful wife and the key to everything.
Matthew Flinders's wife, whom he, with great chivalry, decided to take on board for one of the most momentous and important voyages of his career, despite an edict from admiralty that no women be allowed at sea.
Sadly, she was discovered below deck hiding in a barrel and she had to be taken off in Tahiti.
Now, that's interesting.
So this piece of driftwood here, this is from Matthew Flinders's ship, the 'Investigator'.
I mean, he actually carved those words.
That beach box has been in the Nailor family for generations.
They would have just assumed it was decoration.
So assuming this was the target, we're not only looking for someone who knew where it was, but what it was worth.
Exactly, and who around here would even know who Ann was? - Lola! - Lola! Richard told us she'd been involved in the renovation.
She'd have seen it and used the recent burglaries as a cover.
So she goes looking for the driftwood, she finds James Or maybe James surprised her.
You know, she left the party thinking the coast was clear.
She didn't know that James was living there.
- She knew how desperate he was.
- Lola's our guy.
- Have a lovely day.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
- Come again.
- Thank you.
Lola Atkins? - Detective Peter Vinetti.
- Sorry, I don't I need to ask you a few questions in relation to the murder of James Langlan.
Well, I'm actually working right now.
Would you mind coming with me? This is ridiculous.
I don't have to just drop everything At this point in time, you should be aware of your rights.
You don't have to say anything, but anything you do say may be used in evidence.
You're insane.
I don't know what those cleaners have been telling you I'm afraid you do.
We found the artefact at your home.
He wasn't supposed to be there.
We can talk about this down at the station, please.
He was trying to blackmail me.
Miss Atkins, I suggest you tell your lawyer to meet us at the station.
Tickets to 'Vanilla Sky'.
- First date.
- Mm-hm.
The hankie you used to wipe the lipstick off my cheek when we kissed after that lecture.
I can't believe you kept that.
And this is that gorgeous watch you gave me for my birthday that I accidentally dropped in the bath.
Actually, we could probably get Alan to fix that.
Yeah.
OK.
Well, that's it, isn't it? - And this.
- Yeah, the I You know, I never really liked this.
I've got the GPS coordinates in case we can't find it again when we're 80.
Good idea.
I'm going to forget a lot by the time I'm 80.
I'll have lived a life.
I'm going to drink it to the lees.
I'm going to be full.
Gosh.
Well, that's something to remember.
Yeah.
Think we should visit Lola in jail? No, sweetie, no.
- It would be very lonely.
- Too soon.
- She might - Not funny.
You can run, but you can't hide.
Look at that thing.
It's amazing.
My mum gives us an esky and your dad gives us this.
- We could live in it.
- Well, I love your mum's esky.
- Do you? - Mm-hm.
OK, shall we open our present? - Uh-huh.
- Let's go.
- Come on.
- Hold up.
- What was that? - Kids.
- Can we go inside? - Yeah.
- Alright, you ready? One - Two.
Three.
Shh.
Shh.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Appreciate you taking this one.
I know it's a long way from home.
No.
No, we enjoyed the drive.
- Mm.
Oxy-gum? - Oh, no thanks.
You can breathe for two hours under water.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Victim was a good friend of Richard Nailor, bigwig investor and multi-millionaire.
Richard Nailor from the Barcelona Olympics? Two silvers in clay target shooting Richard Nailor? Well, more importantly, he's the owner of this crime scene.
Who was it? James Langlan.
35.
IT guy.
Shot with a spear gun.
Pinned to the wall.
Still hanging there when they found him.
When who found him? Nailor's son and fiance, Ben and Sarah.
They were christening the box, so to speak.
Nailor had just given it to them as an engagement present.
Generous guy.
Last year one of these went for half a mil.
What was James doing here? He was a triathlete.
Trained all hours.
We found his bag in here with a few changes of clothes, toiletries A few changes of clothes? He used to get ready in here.
Explains what he was doing here at 2:00 in the morning.
2:00 in the morning? Seems pretty early, even for a triathlete.
Oh, there was a big party at the Nailors' for the engagement.
Probably figured it was easier to catch a few winks here before going to training, rather than try to go home.
Motive? There had been a lot of break-ins to the boxes along here over the past month.
Local kids, we think.
The door had been jimmied.
So you think that James surprised a thief? Well, whoever it was panicked, grabbed a spear gun, which was here, and whack.
What do you steal from a beach box? CDs, iPod, shell knick-knacks, driftwood artefacts Beachy stuff.
- Just down there, wasn't it? - Yeah.
Do you remember what I was wearing when you proposed? Yes, I do.
It was a red-checked swimsuit one piece.
Did you say yes? I can't now recall.
Don't know.
Don't remember.
You came out of the water.
The sun was behind you and you looked so beautiful.
Caught me in a moment of weakness.
If it had been any other time, I wouldn't have asked you.
Then we spent the day looking for a time capsule.
Yes, we did.
Yes.
I thought it would be a great adventure.
It's probably still buried here somewhere.
Unfortunately, the razor-sharp memory I had when I buried it has dimmed over the last 35 years.
Well, maybe we could ask Peter and his boys to comb the area.
Very good idea.
Very good idea.
Shall we? You know, whoever killed James knew how to handle a spear gun.
I think that rules out kids breaking in, don't you? Yeah, I do.
Is that Renee Geyer? Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
It's curious.
All this wax.
Well, candles.
You've got music.
What more romantic way could there be to - and I'm quoting here - christen the box? Yeah, but with a body hanging there? And wouldn't Nailor's son be in his 20s? Would he be listening to Renee Geyer? That's true.
He'd be listening to Nicki Minaj or somebody.
Yeah, totally.
What I can't understand is why Peter's side-stepping the most obvious suspect, you know? He owns the box, he owns the spear gun, and he's got medals in marksmanship.
By all means, make yourself at home.
- Oh.
- Oh.
I'm Richard Nailor.
This is my son, Ben.
- Oh, hello.
I'm Nicola.
- Hi.
We're so sorry about what happened here.
We know he was a good friend of yours.
James has been a friend of the family for many years.
We're all just struggling to come to terms with it, really.
Aren't we, mate? Can you fix it, do you think? Can we fix it? Um, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
No, we can take it back to what it was.
We need to resand the floorboards and perhaps restain.
- But, yeah.
We can do that.
- Great.
If you need any advice on the heritage stuff, there's a lady in town, Lola Atkins.
She runs a cafe/gift shop opposite the park.
She's a real history nut.
She was here a few weeks ago when we were doing renovations.
- She really knows her stuff.
- Good.
- We'll do that.
- That's good advice.
Thank you.
- We'll leave you to it.
- Thanks.
- Nice to meet you.
- 'Bye.
'Bye.
Bye-bye.
Did you see him checking out the CD player? - Richard? - Yeah.
No.
No, I didn't see that.
Maybe we do need some advice on these floorboards.
Think it's time for a three-quarter decaf chai latte? When isn't it? Oh, hi.
Can you tell us where we'd find Lola? - Just - Thank you.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No.
No, I apologise.
I'm so sorry.
Stupid.
Idiot.
Sorry.
Um, Lola? - Yeah, that's right.
Yeah.
- Oh, hi.
Hi.
I'm Nicola.
- This is my husband, Charlie.
- Hello.
Hello.
Nice place.
- Oh, thank you.
- Excuse me, darling.
We're working with the police on restoring the Nailor beach box and Richard suggested we should chat to you about any heritage fix-ups.
Yes, absolutely.
Richard said you might call in.
Oh, great.
This is Sarah, Ben's fiancee.
Oh, we met him this morning.
- Congratulations on the engagement.
- Thanks.
Kids, wasn't it, breaking in? Oh, I really couldn't say.
It's been happening so much lately.
But to kill someone Did they find his phone? James's phone? Oh, I couldn't say.
We're just the cleaners.
Why don't you grab a coffee? - We won't be too long here.
- Yeah, OK.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
Yeah, it's pretty shocking.
Everyone knows everyone around here.
It's a small town.
And have you lived here long? - Mm, born and bred.
- Oh.
We were wondering if you might be able to pop over to the Nailor beach box at some stage.
We're resurfacing the timber and we want to get it just right.
Yeah, I can do that a bit later on when I knock off.
Great.
Yeah, thank you.
Now, Lola, that parchment in the cabinet just round the corner there, that's not the original, is it? Is it? Oh, my God.
That is That's amazing.
That's a love letter from Matthew Flinders to his wife, Ann.
He wrote hundreds of letters to her.
OK.
Hang on.
Let me work this out.
This is the 25th of September, 1800.
So that would make it the 'HMS Reliance', and the ship he used to investigate this part of the coast was the 'Investigator' which is later on it was called the 'Xenophon'.
You're a rarity, an Australian that knows something about Australian history.
Just enough to get me into trouble.
This is the Nailor mansion, alright.
Yeah.
Think it's strange that Sarah asked about James's phone? Mm-hm.
Wonder who that guy was they were talking to.
OK, plan.
Toilet distraction.
- Charlie? - Hm? Where are you? What are you thinking about? Oh, Matthew Flinders.
Just thinking about Matthew Flinders.
Mm.
It was nice of Lola to give us 50% off for this, wasn't it? What do you think? No.
Don't like it? - Hello.
- Hi.
I'm Nicola Buchanan.
This is my husband, Charlie.
How do you do? We're working on your beach box.
Oh, yes.
Richard said.
The cleaners.
Yes.
We wondered if we might be able to use your facilities.
Oh, of course.
Oh, thank you.
- After you, darling.
- Ooh, it's lovely.
Thank you.
Um, well, we're renovating the downstairs bathroom.
So upstairs, through the guest bedroom to the right.
Oh, right.
Thank you.
Won't be long.
Can I offer you something? Tea? Coffee? Beer? No.
No, thank you.
I wouldn't want to put you to any bother.
- Oh, it's no bother.
- Really? A sandwich would be lovely.
Well, it's It's been a tough few days.
Well, that's perfectly understandable.
Are you seeing anybody? Counselling can often help you when you've lost somebody who's very close to you.
Oh, no, no.
I wasn't close to him.
He was James was Richard's friend.
Oh, was he? Right.
Still That's a beautiful picture, isn't it? Where was that taken? - Is that Rye? Silver Sands? - Yeah, I think.
From the glint on the water, it was taken during the summer equinox.
I can tell I can tell that.
That's a good picture.
- Is your wife alright? - Hm? Well, she's been up there for a while.
Oh.
Yeah.
Yeah, she has a bit.
Yeah, she's not very well.
She has a minor intestinal complaint.
Nothing serious, but as a result she does spend a lot of her time on the toilet.
- Oh, dear.
- Yes.
Well Actually, I I should check how she is, actually.
You stay here, finish the sandwich, which, by the way, is looking delicious.
- OK.
I'll go.
- Alright.
Fizzy! I reckon we've got about a minute.
Marital trouble.
Guest bedroom.
- Richard's been sleeping here.
- He might be a snorer.
And I found this in the en suite beside the sink with a weird orange stain.
- Didn't lick it, did you? - What have you got? Family knows its way around a spear gun.
Yvette.
- Is everything OK? - Mm-hm.
Yes.
Yes, certainly.
Yes.
Charlie and I were busy admiring your manchester.
We have very similar pillowcases.
They're beautiful, Yvette.
Your husband told me about your condition.
I have a fabulous gastroenterologist I could recommend.
Oh, sorry.
I'm expecting a call.
Hello? Oh, look, Charlie.
They are just like ours.
They're beautiful, honey.
Did you hear that? It was Renee Geyer, a Renee Geyer ringtone.
James and Yvette were having an affair.
A lot of people like Renee Geyer.
- Doesn't mean they're involved.
- This time it does.
So that's the thing.
Someone just wanted to make it look like a botched robbery.
Could be right.
We got the kid who broke into the other boxes.
His mother found a stash of stuff in his bedroom.
And he's got a watertight alibi for the last three days - in hospital with a ruptured appendix.
- What? - You're a bit sun-kissed, Nic.
Am I? I've got some pawpaw in my glove box.
Yeah, yeah.
We've got plenty of pawpaw in the van, thank you.
Alright, so Richard's the natural suspect, isn't he? He finds out about the affair and decides to spear gun the lover.
Yeah, but what about Yvette? She could've been spurned by a younger lover and killed him in a fit of passion.
- I'm with Charlie on this one.
- Really? Yeah, the husband is always the first suspect in situations like this.
Well, I'll keep you posted.
Look after that nose of yours.
I think Peter's wrong.
Well, normally I'd agree with you.
But this time he agrees with me, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you.
Richard strikes me as a devoted father.
Why give his son a gift-wrapped body for his engagement? I don't believe that.
I don't think he did it.
Hey, you should ask to use the toilet again because I think I set up the groundwork for that.
This is all your fault.
You're the reason they're gonna grill him.
- Just stay away from me.
- Please wait.
Let me explain.
Ben, come back! No, we're going to the police station.
- Hi.
- Hello.
Hi.
We were just going to ask about photographs of the beach box.
We want to make sure everything's back in you know, exactly as it was before.
No.
No, please.
- Really? - It's fine, yeah.
Come on in.
You sure? We just need a couple of photos.
That would make the job a little bit easier for us.
We should You'll have to forgive my son.
He's You know, this whole business Thank you very much.
OK, thank you.
I don't know how much you heard.
Oh, nothing.
No, we just heard it was your fault, which we didn't believe.
Ben's not usually so angry.
He's a good boy.
I think he's just trying to make sense of everything, and he's he's very close to his father and I think he's just looking for someone to blame and Do you think he blames you? Well, I mean, it is my fault.
How could he think that this is your fault? Because James and I were We were More than friends? I can't even I can't even remember when it started.
I love Richard.
I will always love Richard.
He's a good man and he's a wonderful father.
We just We just stopped seeing each other and I I didn't mean for this to happen.
I don't think that anybody does.
James James made me feel sexy and alive.
You know, I just I didn't even fight it.
I just I didn't fight it because I wanted I just wanted to be wanted and now he's gone.
And I've hurt the two people who mean the most to me in the world, and I just I've never I've never ever felt this lost in my life before.
Did Richard know about the affair? No.
God, no.
God, no.
Not until now.
- What have I done? - Oh.
- What have I done? - Oh What have I done? Oh.
- Sorry.
This is so silly.
- No.
You probably need to be getting home.
Well, we have the photographs that The photographs of the beach box but that's Put them over here.
Um here you go.
- Oh, perfect.
Thank you.
- Thank you very much indeed.
And in return, may I please take this? Oh, of course.
Thank you.
Everybody in that photograph is toasting the happy couple, except for Richard.
Now, I'm no expert in social etiquette but I would've thought that was a no-no.
Maybe he's got a problem with Ben.
Could be Sarah.
- Ben's the one with the temper.
- Maybe.
I can't believe you actually met Richard Nailor.
- Did he kill somebody? - Maybe.
- No.
- Good.
I like him.
Well, at first I thought he was passing judgement.
And then I thought You tell me.
- What's wrong with that picture? - Well, he's not Aside from the fact he's not toasting.
- He's wearing loafers.
- Exactly.
And the lady wins a cigar.
What? Loafers, no socks, with a dinner suit.
Does dressing badly make you a murderer? - You said book club was at 8:00.
- Yeah.
Janine broke up with her ex-boyfriend again.
She didn't want to rant in front of everyone, so she asked if she could pop over early to debrief.
- Mm.
- Sorry.
Betrayal, duplicity, greed, a furnace of secrets and lies.
An inane, morally corrupt, misogynistic, bourgeois, self-righteous waste of time.
I'm not sure we've all read the same book.
You asked me my opinion, and my opinion is that philandering bastards should be shot.
It's an espionage novel, Janine.
It's diverting.
It's not terribly realistic.
I've read a few in my time.
Read a few, eh, Alan? One or two.
In an age where we can direct a smart bomb down an elevator shaft and take out the corner of the room with clinical precision, it is nice to be reminded that sometimes you just have to tether the goat to catch the lion.
Creaming soda, Alan? - Would you like some? - Thanks, Nicola, yeah.
Hi, everyone.
New guy.
Having fun? I hope you're not planning to inject vodka into that watermelon, Charlie? I'm not falling for that trick again.
No, no, no.
No, Janine.
No.
I know he's your husband, Nicola, but he's also a man and you can't trust them.
You can't.
- Oh.
- Don't worry.
It's not loaded.
It's It's bad in there.
Janine's still venting.
- Really? Oh.
- Yeah.
What are you doing? I'm just testing out a theory, darling.
- Come in.
Come in.
Come in.
- Just a second.
I was testing a theory.
You know, it's really complicated.
Yeah? It's really complicated firing a spear gun.
Look, I'll show you.
You've got load the spear all the way down to the shaft.
Then you've got to press the gun into your thigh and pull back on this rubber loop, all the way back, which is actually quite difficult.
Then you hook it round the anterior pin, like so.
I think you're right.
I don't think Richard Nailor killed James.
- Because? - Remember when you met him? Offered to shake his hand and he avoided it? - Yeah? - OK.
He didn't toast the happy couple at the party and didn't drive himself to the police station.
So there's something wrong with his hand or his arm, which makes sense with the loafers too.
- There are no laces to tie.
- That's right.
There's no way he could have loaded, aimed and fired this.
Oh, sweetie, that's fantastic.
I've got to get back in there.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm right behind you, darling.
Right behind you.
- OK.
- I'll just unload.
Sorry, darling.
Glass of watermelon juice, darling? Sorry about almost killing you.
Mm.
Maybe that's what happened to James Langlan, a dodgy spear gun went off by accident? - Could be.
- Mm.
Though someone still had to load the gun, didn't they, and load it for a reason? Sure.
Armed robbery to get an iPod and some bric-a-bracndoesn't sound likely, though, does it? No.
You know, it's this bit of wood that's got me stumped.
Why would someone make off with this? It might be the difference between value and worth.
See, the contents in my time capsule aren't worth anything, but they're of enormous value to me.
But I remember carving a marker on some wood like this.
Maybe whoever it was was trying to protect the contents of the beach box.
Well, it's Richard Nailor's box.
But, I mean, he wouldn't protect it.
- Not with a spear gun, anyway.
- No.
We need to prove that he can't use his right hand to be sure.
Well, we could try and get him to sign something.
An autograph.
I'm so glad I didn't kill you.
Me too, darling.
Just act like you're a fan and you really want his autograph.
I am a fan.
I do want his autograph.
Great.
Work with that.
- Richard, hello.
- Hello.
Now's not a good time.
I'm just on my way out.
No, we don't want to hold you up.
We just wanted to introduce you to our very clever niece, Jess.
- Doing an MBA.
Big fan.
- Yes, yes, yes.
Mr Nailor.
Hi.
So nice to meet you.
Can I just say, your work is pioneering.
The way you've integrated sustainability into your investment structure, your melding GDP's growth Yeah, long story short, could you sign her book? - Yes, if you'd be so kind.
- Yeah, of course.
It's always a pleasure to meet a young person so enthusiastic about sustainable markets.
I've got some signed copies inside.
First editions.
My driver's here.
There's no-one else at home.
I could drop one to your aunt and uncle at the box.
- How would that be? - Yeah, that'd be great.
Thank you.
- OK.
Pleasure to meet you.
- For me too.
Thank you, Richard.
He's clever.
He's clever.
Did you notice the orange stains on his fingers? I bet they were from whatever was inside that empty capsule.
Now, what's orange and goes inside a capsule? I don't know.
What? Sorry.
I thought you were telling a joke.
- Oh.
Let's mind meld.
- Yeah.
- Vitamin C.
- Pollen.
- Antibiotic.
- Marigold.
Turmeric.
Turmeric? Turmeric.
That could be it.
Turmeric is very much the spice du jour at the moment in clinical trials for the treatment of inflammatory and autoimmune diseases - lupus, MS, rheumatoid arthritis.
That would explain the limited mobility in his hands.
Yes.
Just supposition, though.
We need proof.
- Oh, no.
Poor Richard.
- Exactly.
Poor Richard, who conveniently isn't here right now.
- Yes.
- No.
- Jess, you stand guard.
- No, no, no.
Anyone comes, make a noise like an owl.
Make it loud this time, 'cause last time we couldn't hear you.
Alright.
I've been through bedrooms, bathrooms, fridges.
- Nothing medication wise.
- Great.
- Did you check the bathrooms? - Yes, darling.
- And looked at the fridge? - Yes.
What have you done? I've looked through the filing cabinet and - Well - Darling, how did you go? - No luck.
- That only leaves this.
- Oh, it's locked.
- Oh.
Let's see.
Oh! Ah.
Although Hang on just one moment.
- Well spotted.
- Could be.
Oh, well done.
There we go.
Look.
Look, right there in the middle of the label - 'Richard Nailor'.
All the proof we need.
- Oh, Charlie.
- Just a bit lower, sweetie.
No, sweetie.
We're in trouble.
- Oh, what? - Big trouble.
Jess.
Jess.
Your owl is inaudible.
It was inaudible.
If we're on the news, I hope they pixelate our faces.
We'll be OK.
Peter will look after us.
He'll look after you and make sure I go to the chair.
You're free.
Your boss has vouched for you.
He's a good man.
I've always said that.
Yeah, maybe some professional courtesy and give us the heads up next time, OK? We'll do that.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Are you out of your minds? If that was a cop I wouldn't have been able to do anything.
I'm really sorry, Peter.
It won't happen again.
On the plus side, we've been able to prove conclusively that Richard Nailor didn't kill James.
Richard has a debilitating disease.
He can't move his arm.
Yeah, he's got either lupus, MS or rheumatoid arthritis.
Well, if he did have a debilitating disease discounting him as a suspect, why wouldn't he say so? Because he's THE Richard Nailor.
If he sneezes, the stock market catches a cold.
If the markets heard there would be pandemonium.
Alright, I'll speak to him.
You stay out of his house.
Absolutely.
No more house-breaking.
So you've proved that Richard Nailor didn't do it.
So who do you reckon did it? Well, his son, Ben, has quite a temper, and he was really upset about his mother's affair with James.
But you'd have to be really sick to deliberately take your fiancee to discover a body like that so Well, what about the mother? Maybe James wanted to end the affair and she had other ideas.
No, we've hugged, you know, and Yvette's a lot of things, but I don't think she's a killer.
Hi.
- Hi.
Stephen.
- Hi.
Doing a great job in here.
Really nice.
I was a friend of James.
Good friend.
Um, can we help you with anything, Stephen? I'm sorry to have bothered you.
No, you're fine.
Was that odd? Yeah.
Isn't that the dude from the cafe? Yeah.
He was with the fiancee, Sarah.
- Yeah, that's right.
Yeah.
- Is he a suspect? Well, I got me a hunch he's our guy.
- Why do you say that? - His eyes are funny.
Jess, eyes, no matter how amusing they are, should not form the basis of a suspicion of murder.
His eyes are profoundly funny.
As funny as this? These floorboards have just been redone, haven't they? Yeah, yeah.
Richard said they did everything.
Is it loose? 'Cause I've got some tools in the van.
What's that? Oh, wow.
- Hello.
- Hello.
James's letters, bills, passport.
The police found several changes of clothes here.
We know he was here much earlier than he should have been.
Maybe James was actually living here.
Sorry I missed you yesterday.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No, no.
That's fine.
I came down to the box.
You'd already gone.
- Oh, well.
- Right.
We didn't realise that James was living in the box.
Did you? No.
No, I didn't.
We thought that was odd 'cause, you know, he's in IT.
It's pretty lucrative, a lot of money around.
You see, James and Stephen used to have a business together, but James lost everything when the business went under.
- He was completely broke.
- Right.
Sorry, I've just got to Oh, sure.
Sure.
Ring me if you want some any heritage advice.
Yeah, sure.
No, that would be very handy.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
- Great.
- That's lovely.
Thanks.
Cheers.
There we are.
That's good.
That's handy, isn't it? Oh, so Bees-Wax was the name of the business that Stephen and James had together.
It was a website for insiders to trade gossip and rumours anonymously about the business world.
OK, here we go.
James Langlan was suing Stephen Rowe.
- Gosh.
- God, that's a lot.
So Stephen Rowe is starting up again using the same principle, but under a different name, and without James Langlan.
But you wouldn't murder someone over a lawsuit, would you? Well, dead men don't sue.
We know about the lawsuit.
It's a matter of public record.
Lawyers reckon James was wasting his time.
- You sure you don't want this? - Oh, no, thanks.
We were right about Richard Nailor, though, weren't we? Mm, yeah.
Spot on.
Rheumatoid arthritis.
I mean, it took a bit, but he finally admitted it.
There's no way he'd be able to manage that spear gun.
He can't even open his wallet.
- Oh, thanks, no.
- No? Alright.
I'd better get back.
Oh.
- Pawpaw.
- Oh.
- For your Got to get back.
- OK.
- See you.
- 'Bye.
What if Stephen was looking for something specific that night, something to help him in his court case? OK, what have we got? We've got CDs, shells, driftwood and an iPod.
And James's phone.
Remember Sarah asked about James's phone? Maybe that's what this is all about.
Oh, yeah.
But if there was something incriminating on it, wouldn't he have just destroyed it? Surely, and if the police can't find it with a GPS tracker, there's no hope.
Of course, GPS tracking doesn't work under water, does it? With the unseasonably strong south-westerlies cutting in across this way and that storm surge last Sunday if he'd hurled the phone out thusly, it would be either halfway to Tasmania or washed up on those rocks over there that have formed that small groyne.
Small groyne? Sweetie, we don't know where the phone was thrown from or even if it was thrown.
Darling, I know human nature.
I know physics.
I know the patterns of the Southern Ocean.
In the wrong hands that's a boring dinner party conversation, but in mine it's a deadly combination.
Oh, Charlie.
Sweetie, don't be so hard on yourself.
No-one alive could have predicted where to find that phone.
I can't find my own at the best of times.
Mind you, there's probably an app for that now.
The phone probably rings you and tells you where it is.
- Yeah.
- Is this it? So it's not impossible? A halo jump in a lightning storm is impossible.
This is child's play.
Ooh, nice tools, Alan.
Thank you.
So what is it you used to do again, Alan? Worked for Telstra.
Now, this probably won't work and I might have - Oh, you did it, Alan.
- Alan, you're the man.
Oh, you were totally a Navy SEAL.
- Can you go into photos? - Mm-hm.
OK, Alan.
Dollar signs.
Yeah, follow the money.
Yeah.
- Oh, dear.
Oh, no.
- Oh, good God.
- Jess, go and brush your teeth.
- I'm 22.
Sweetie.
- You can't unsee that.
- No.
Wait a minute.
Is that - Is that Stephen and Sarah? - Yes.
Well, now we know who's got a motive for destroying the phone.
OK, OK, OK.
You just need to calm down.
I'll come and see you as soon as I'm done here.
Alright? Alright, Sarah? Look, I'll call you back.
Oh, hello.
How are you? Sorry to interrupt the call.
Is everything alright, Lola? The police have taken Sarah in for questioning.
- Oh.
- Why would they do that? Well, maybe they found out about her relationship with Stephen.
- Why would you say that? - You know, you hear things.
Yeah, it's a small town.
You know, people chat to us.
Well, that's what got her into this mess.
James was blackmailing her.
He had photos of her and Stephen.
He was going to send them to Ben.
She'd already given him 5,000 but he wanted more.
She didn't know what to do, so she told Stephen.
Do you know when she told Stephen? I don't know.
Three or four days ago, I guess.
Right.
Lola, could you wrap that up for us, please? - Of course.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
That was before James was murdered.
Yeah.
Will do.
Great, thanks.
'Bye.
OK, Peter's pulling Stephen in for a chat.
Uh-huh.
Good.
That's great.
Looks like we might have our man.
Time capsule? You know, I carved my initials on this hunk of wood and I buried it about four paces from it.
If I can find that phone, I reckon I could find a biscuit tin.
Mm.
In all fairness, Jess found the phone.
Yeah, she did, didn't she? We should get her down here.
Yeah.
- Charlie? - Honey.
- Sweetie.
- Charlie! Charlie! Stephen? He's not breathing.
- Call the ambulance.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- OK, easy.
- Stephen? - Stephen! - Oh, no.
He's OK.
It's going to be OK.
This is my fault.
This is all my fault.
I told Ben that Stephen and I were having an affair and I shouldn't have said anything to anyone.
It's just that Stephen was freaking out about James being killed and so I told him yesterday about James blackmailing me.
You know, he was freaking out, he was so angry, and then I just thought I should tell Ben, you know, get it all out in the open before we got married.
I don't know what I was thinking.
- How could you do this? - Oh, what, Sarah? You tried to kill him.
Did you try to kill James too? - You don't get to ask me that.
- Ben Nailor? Would you mind accompanying us to the station to answer a few questions? Oh, it's incredible.
Thank you.
And we added a piece of driftwood that we found.
We saw in the photographs you had something like that.
It must have been stolen.
I'm afraid that ours is rather plain by comparison.
Oh, no.
I didn't even notice it had gone.
I can't thank you enough.
Richard will be thrilled.
Oh, and how is Richard? Oh, he's coping.
And how are you? How am I? Well, my son has been taken in for questioning over the murder of a man I was having an affair with, and my husband, who has somehow managed to forgive me, is suffering from a debilitating disease that I didn't even know he had.
I mean, that's how far we've drifted apart.
But he wants to How did he put it? Find our way back to each other, which is You know, it's more than I deserve.
- Well, these are yours.
- Oh.
There's a few that we have at the house, but I'll post them.
Oh, no, no, no.
Just keep them as a memento.
I just I just can't thank you enough.
That's alright.
Mm.
Mm.
Yes.
Thank you.
Well, sweetie, what say we get out of here, go down the beach? I didn't bring my red-check swimsuit.
Where we're going we don't need red-check swimsuits.
And bingo was his name.
- Ooh! - Nic! Ooh, look.
Look, look, look.
- Oh, Charlie.
- Oh, my gosh.
Look at that.
- Look at that.
Look at that.
- Oh.
You see, that alone would be enough for me.
I don't even have to open it.
No.
Bury it again.
- Open it.
- I can't.
I'm paralysed with excitement.
I can't believe Oh, here it goes.
I'm opening it up.
Oh.
- Oh, gosh.
- Dolly.
Yeah.
That was my sister's.
Just wanted to say that.
My gosh, look at that.
$1.
That's the original $1.
- Know how much that's worth now? - No.
That would be worth about, I reckon, $4, maybe $5, if it was in better condition.
Ooh, look.
Look, look.
Look, look, look.
That's my father and my sister and myself and we're wearing matching outfits - Look at you.
- .
.
that my mother made.
- Isn't that nice? - Charlie? Where is that? Lola told us that Stephen found out about James's photographs before James was killed.
- Right? - Right.
But Sarah said he found out after James was killed.
Yeah, but to be fair to Lola, she said she wasn't sure.
You know, it was hard for her to remember.
Mm.
I thought Jess would be fascinated with the contents of my time capsule.
She said she was tired and had to go to bed.
Oh.
Well, I suppose it is after midnight, darling.
She does have those exams tomorrow.
I know, but this is education from the school of life.
Living history in this box.
I'm very disappointed in her.
I'm very disappointed.
You know, it's that other box that I'm worried about.
You know, if your girlfriend, Lola, is right about the dates, then was Sarah lying to protect herself or Stephen or both? Or is it just about the mobile phone? She sold me a hat.
She's not my girlfriend.
Would she really have taken Ben to the beach box if she knew that James was skewered in there? See, I don't think so.
- 'Night, Aunty Nic.
- Oh, goodnight, sweetie.
Hey, you sure you don't want to stay up for Charlie's lecture? Yeah.
I want to, but I just don't want to.
OK.
You know, you shouldn't sell your uncle short.
He's He's really quite spellbinding.
Yeah.
Astonishing, isn't it? This simple canoe hewn from a single piece of cuttlefish.
- Mm.
- Look at that carving.
- I was eight when I carved that.
- Really? Yeah, if I'd stuck at it, we could be running a million-dollar scrimshaw business by now with you as its queen.
Mm.
That's it.
- What? - The carving.
The night they broke into the beach box they were going to steal something, but they weren't going to steal James's phone.
They were going to steal the carving, that carved driftwood.
Come on, darling.
Come on, darling.
Where are those photos that Yvette gave us? Ooh.
Um, I put them in a special spot.
Special spot.
Yes, yes, yes.
We agreed.
The box.
No, no.
That special spot.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
You're right.
OK.
- Now, we need the driftwood.
- Driftwood? The driftwood with the carving on it.
- Is that it? That's not it.
- No.
Oh, there it is.
There it is.
OK.
Can you read that? - It's small.
- Can I read that? What does that say? Um, 'B'.
'V'.
'D'.
BVD Ann.
BVD Ann? - Beloved Ann.
- Beloved Ann.
Beloved Ann.
Yes.
Who's Ann? Ann is a very, very special person, a devoted and beautiful wife and the key to everything.
Matthew Flinders's wife, whom he, with great chivalry, decided to take on board for one of the most momentous and important voyages of his career, despite an edict from admiralty that no women be allowed at sea.
Sadly, she was discovered below deck hiding in a barrel and she had to be taken off in Tahiti.
Now, that's interesting.
So this piece of driftwood here, this is from Matthew Flinders's ship, the 'Investigator'.
I mean, he actually carved those words.
That beach box has been in the Nailor family for generations.
They would have just assumed it was decoration.
So assuming this was the target, we're not only looking for someone who knew where it was, but what it was worth.
Exactly, and who around here would even know who Ann was? - Lola! - Lola! Richard told us she'd been involved in the renovation.
She'd have seen it and used the recent burglaries as a cover.
So she goes looking for the driftwood, she finds James Or maybe James surprised her.
You know, she left the party thinking the coast was clear.
She didn't know that James was living there.
- She knew how desperate he was.
- Lola's our guy.
- Have a lovely day.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
- Come again.
- Thank you.
Lola Atkins? - Detective Peter Vinetti.
- Sorry, I don't I need to ask you a few questions in relation to the murder of James Langlan.
Well, I'm actually working right now.
Would you mind coming with me? This is ridiculous.
I don't have to just drop everything At this point in time, you should be aware of your rights.
You don't have to say anything, but anything you do say may be used in evidence.
You're insane.
I don't know what those cleaners have been telling you I'm afraid you do.
We found the artefact at your home.
He wasn't supposed to be there.
We can talk about this down at the station, please.
He was trying to blackmail me.
Miss Atkins, I suggest you tell your lawyer to meet us at the station.
Tickets to 'Vanilla Sky'.
- First date.
- Mm-hm.
The hankie you used to wipe the lipstick off my cheek when we kissed after that lecture.
I can't believe you kept that.
And this is that gorgeous watch you gave me for my birthday that I accidentally dropped in the bath.
Actually, we could probably get Alan to fix that.
Yeah.
OK.
Well, that's it, isn't it? - And this.
- Yeah, the I You know, I never really liked this.
I've got the GPS coordinates in case we can't find it again when we're 80.
Good idea.
I'm going to forget a lot by the time I'm 80.
I'll have lived a life.
I'm going to drink it to the lees.
I'm going to be full.
Gosh.
Well, that's something to remember.
Yeah.
Think we should visit Lola in jail? No, sweetie, no.
- It would be very lonely.
- Too soon.
- She might - Not funny.