Return to Paradise (2024) s01e04 Episode Script

1
Mackenzie, I can use you
here at Dolphin Cove,
but only if you want to stay.
You either work here
or you don't.
Well, I'm not an instrument
for institutional oppression,
like some.
(Felix) Yesterday you wanted a gun.
- It's your anniversary?
- Five years.
(chuckles)
You walked out on me, Mack.
Remember?
I'm sorry.
I am sorry for what I did to you.
(crickets chirping)
(mid-tempo music playing)
(chuckles)
- Nice.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Give me your hand.
- Yeah.
Let's go.
(Henry) Okay. Camera's rolling.
I'm Byron Jones, and this is
unceded First Nations land,
which the government promised us
would be protected
for koala conservation.
But tomorrow,
Sunshine Timber are
going to cut these trees down.
Turning this place
into a tinderbox.
Hey, oi, camera on me?
(Henry) Yeah, righto,
keep your pants on.
Oi, brothers, get on with it.
(sighs)
So, people call
Natural Force Collective terrorists,
but this is an act of self defence,
- against
- (leaves rustling)
(Henry) It's probably just a wombat.
Come on, keep going.
This is an act of self-defence
against mass extinction.
To live another day, we must
(all) Defend and disobey!
So, how do you feel
about going to jail?
I say, bring it on.
I would like to see them
try to take me in.
Hey, temper.
Temper, yeah?
Save it for
when the loggers get here.
(sighing)
What?
You having second thoughts?
None.
- What about you, Byron?
- Me?
You worried about being locked up?
(scoffs)
Jail's nothing for me.
I've done it before
and I'll do it again.
(Maggie) Come on, speed it up!
Everyone secure?
Yep.
Yeah, all good.
Secure.
Now get some shut-eye.
It's going to be war in the morning.
(birds chirping)
(groans)
(Ken) How did everyone sleep?
- (Henry) Terrible.
- (Maggie) Never better.
Byron?
Byron, wake up.
Oi, Byron.
(Ken) Byron, get up.
- Byron?
- (Maggie) What's happening?
Byron! Oi! Can you hear me?
- He's not
- (Ken) Byron!
- Byron!
- (Maggie) Is he alright?
- (Ken) Ugh!
- (Henry) Oi! Byron!
(Ken) Byron, get up!
(Henry) Oi! Byron!
Help! Someone!
(opening theme music playing)
(mid-tempo music playing)
- (Glenn) Morning!
- (Daisy) Hey!
Still on the Breakfast
of Champions, I see.
Ah, and you're still wearing
that cheerleading outfit.
I play at centre halfback.
Oh, cool. I regret the error.
It's his 300th game on Friday,
so he's just doing his
pre-game ritual of exercising
and stressing out.
What's your excuse for exercising?
On a day like this,
how could you not?
Erm, I'll grab our juices.
Do you want me to, erm,
get you something
with perhaps
some nutritional value or
- No.
- No.
(Mackenzie) Thank you.
Actually, while I've got you,
I was hoping you could, erm
If I could, ah
get my engagement ring back.
Oh.
Oh, you're gonna bah-bao!
Yeah.
Er, it's time, and it's my grandma's.
Which you know, obviously.
- Obviously.
- (Glenn) So I'd like to
Mm, mm, mm.
Yeah, yeah, I'll get it to you.
(Glenn) Great.
Yep, and the, er,
the full-forward is the one
who kicks the goals.
(Mackenzie)
Oh, that is so fascinating.
- You should come to the game, Mack.
- (mobile buzzing)
(Mackenzie) Oh, I don't do the footy.
You're doing the footy.
I beg your pardon?
On patrol, at the game, in uniform.
- I don't have a uniform.
- Well, that can be arranged.
Can't someone else do it?
I mean, I don't really like
- people.
- You?!
No, you're so popular!
Look, the rest of the team,
they do their bit.
Whether you like it or not,
so will you.
What if I'm still caught up
with this case?
I have every faith in you.
- (Colin) Morning, boss.
- Hey.
Bit of a situation.
- What have we got?
- (Ken) Get us off!
Victim found while staging a protest.
Looks like someone, or something,
hit him over the head.
(Ken) What's taking so long?
(Felix) Just head around the back.
(Henry) Get us off here, please!
(Maggie) Please,
just get us off, okay?
I need you to stay calm.
We're working on it.
Felix, I need you
to contain this scene
after you cut them free.
And make sure you search them
before you take them
down to the station.
We're not thinking
about arresting them, are we?
They're chained to a corpse,
Constable.
This is a crime scene!
Please stay back.
Please stay back. Stay back.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Please stay back.
(retches)
(retching)
Byron Jones, 35 years old.
A pretty notorious member
of Natural Force Collective.
What were they doing here exactly?
Protecting the koalas.
And, ah, who can blame them?
I cuddled one at
the wildlife sanctuary last year.
Most of those koalas have chlamydia.
Well, they didn't get it from me.
Okay, wound to the back
of the head.
Ah, could be from the log.
Mm-hm. Someone could
have forced his head back.
(Colin) Mm-hm. Yeah, well,
forensics are on the way.
Odd. Only one sock.
Who would hike all the way
up here in only one sock?
Maybe he couldn't find
a matching pair.
Does my head in.
Who found the body?
Ah, Operations Manager for
Sunshine Timber, Fiona Kolios.
Okay, let's go speak to her.
Okay, brilliant.
I arrived at 0500 hours
to let the boys in for work.
I heard yelling and I found
his body like that, chained up.
- It's awful.
- Do you know the victim?
Not really, honestly.
But I am across
various environmental groups.
It's part of the job.
Did anyone from Sunshine Timber
access the coupe last night?
(Fiona) No, anyone coming in
needs security clearance from me.
But someone could have broken in
after the protesters?
Well, we have cameras
that cover the entire fence
around the perimeter.
- We'll need that footage.
- Of course.
We want to help in any way
we can.
Honestly, it's, erm, just horrible.
(suspenseful music playing)
Okay, thanks.
We'll, ah, we'll be in touch.
She's lying about something.
How can you tell?
She said the word "honestly" twice.
Which means she's being anything but.
Please, can you state your name,
for the record?
Ken Sen-Jones.
Henry Jones, Byron's my
was my brother.
No comment.
Okay, well
for the record, Maggie Mitchell.
Your licence is expired, by the way.
Okay.
Can you describe
what happened last night?
Yeah, someone killed my husband.
So you guys should be out there
trying to find whoever did it.
Which is what we're trying to do.
Maggie and I
were out getting supplies.
We picked up Henry and Byron
at Natural Force headquarters
around midnight.
Did you go inside?
No, we flashed our headlights
and they came out.
Can you at least tell us
what time you broke in
to the logging coupe?
No comment.
We entered publicly owned land
around 2am.
Who locked you to the excavator?
# Fighting for the forest.
# We shall not be moved.
# Fighting for the forest.
# We shall not be moved.
# Just like a tree
That's planted by the water. #
Byron locked us all on,
around 2:30am.
Is there any way you can
get yourself free of the chains?
You know, in an emergency, or
No. That's the whole point.
(Colin) Did you see
or hear anyone else on the site
after you'd locked on?
(Ken) I didn't see anyone.
And I think in the middle of the
night, I felt the chain shaking.
Definitely shaking.
It's a lot of effort to go to
just to stop the logging
for what, one day?
Byron always said
that every minute counts.
Every single minute.
Every last tree.
The government has no
legal right to raze that forest.
It's public land
that should be in public hands,
not signed over to those vandals.
# Brothers together
We shall not be moved.
-# Brothers #
-Stop it!
So, anything Byron said or did,
you all just followed?
We all worked together.
Everyone united.
Followed?
I founded this collective
when he was still in nappies.
I mean, no comment.
We reviewed the security footage.
No sign of anyone entering
or exiting the premises.
So, four activists break
into a remote logging coupe
with a fence around
the entire perimeter.
They chain themselves
to an excavator.
They can't escape.
They can't see
or reach each other.
No-one else goes in or out.
- At least not that we can see.
- Mm.
Yet somehow,
one of them wakes up dead.
Mm.
What? "Wakes up dead"?
Our victim is Byron Jones.
(Reggie) Ooh, legend.
Do you know, once, he glued himself
to the road on the Harbour Bridge
over climate change?
Now, that is
how you stage a protest.
- Isn't that a bit extreme?
- Extreme, and fearless.
A master of drawing
attention to the cause.
I mean, Maggie Mitchell
may have been the founder
of the Natural Force
back in the '80s,
but it was Byron who almost
went to jail for Bunjil Creek.
What was Bunjil Creek?
Oh, it's only the Woodstock
of protests.
Oh, I remember that.
Weren't some miners hurt
when activists supposedly tampered
with one of the bulldozers?
- Byron was arrested?
- Trumped-up charges.
Dirty mine and dirty coppers
in it together.
It was shocking.
Ah, you might want to rephrase
that, Regina.
Decent folk, just
just trying to do their jobs.
- Mm.
- Anyway, Byron was acquitted.
The mine got shut down,
and he became a hero.
Yeah, with a few enemies, no doubt.
Felix, put together a list
of the victims of Bunjil Creek.
See if any of them were in
Dolphin Cove the last 24 hours.
Okay.
Okay, so the trespassers
arrive at 2am,
and then Fiona Kolios,
she drives up at 5am.
Do we have the video yet
from Henry's camera?
Ah, still waiting for
an email from forensics.
Phone records? Financials?
Victim's phone wasn't on his person.
His husband said he barely used it.
Didn't like the radiation.
(Reggie) Well, that checks out.
I mean,
Byron was a bona fide radical.
Old school.
Who else could have
pulled off such a gutsy protest?
In one sock.
So he's only wearing one sock.
He's his own man.
Odd socks? Yes.
No socks? Unhygienic,
but there's an equilibrium.
One sock?
Of all the combinations,
it's just wrong.
Well, ah,
let's run a background check
on everyone chained
to that excavator.
- C
- (Door closes)
(Glenn) Cause of death appears
to be a subdural haematoma.
Internal bleeding
around the brain from a, ah
Blow to the back of the head, yep.
Did you find anything
in the wound?
A few splinters.
The bite marks on his tongue
indicate a seizure,
a symptom of the head wound.
Okay, so the victim's head
was forced back against the log.
It's likely.
The bruise on his chest
also supports that.
Could that be a hand mark?
The assailant held him down?
- It's possible.
- Mm.
But how do you do that
if you're chained up as well?
You don't think the killer's
one of the other activists?
Well, no-one else came in or out.
They couldn't even scratch
their nose.
How could any of them kill Byron?
Yeah, well, figure that out
and we're getting somewhere.
Ah, by the way, I
I am coming to your rugby game.
Oh, it's actually
- (sighs)
- Yeah, it's not by choice.
Your mother is making me patrol.
Oh, she's a monster.
Yeah, she is punishing me.
Or it's her way of making sure
you finally see me play.
- I've seen you play.
- What, twice?
Three times, even.
Actually, just a reminder
about the, ah
Oh, the, ah, the ring.
Yeah, don't worry.
I know exactly where it is.
(objects clattering)
(Mackenzie groans)
I have no idea where it is.
Oh, well
(chuckles)
It's great to see
that you've kept the house
in the same condition
your mother did.
Oh, no, this, this,
this is the
it's the collective's finances.
Actually, this is quite interesting.
They were struggling
until a couple of months ago,
and then they got quite sizeable,
- anonymous donations
- (Reggie) Mackenzie!
Focus.
I have turned this place upside down.
It is not here.
I have no idea where it is.
(mockingly)
Well, it's not good, is it?
- That is not helping!
- Okay, okay. Alright.
I've got you, honey. Right?
But on one condition.
You do exactly what I say
with no objections.
Sure.
Close your eyes.
No objection.
Tell me why.
- I thought if I hypnotised you
- (Mackenzie) Absolutely not.
I am a fully qualified
hypnotherapist.
Was it an online course, Reggie?
- Over three weeks.
- Yep.
Okay, just trust me. Hm?
Just close
those beautiful eyes of yours.
Both of them.
Okay.
(bell jingling)
Ah! Close.
(bell jingling)
Relax.
I want you to picture the ring.
What do you see?
It's shiny, I don't know.
Okay, okay, okay.
What does the ring mean?
- Wedding.
- (Reggie) Mm-hm.
- Marriage.
- (Reggie) Mm.
Erm, obligation.
Too right.
God, apart from a cake and a dress
and someone to rub your feet
twice in 32 years,
it's not worth the aggravation.
You know, I don't think
I could have handled
one more person telling me
what I threw away.
Threw away. That's it. Okay.
- Ah! The day of the wedding
- Yeah?
- I took off the ring
- Yeah?
and I threw it
right there.
(Reggie) I told you. Hypnotherapy.
(groaning)
'Course, hypnotherapy
isn't foolproof.
- (shovel clanks)
- (gasps)
(laughing)
(Reggie) Oh, but what did I say?
Fully qualified!
Whoo-hoo!
Yeah, looks okay,
for six years in the dirt.
Yeah.
Do you remember Mum's reaction
when we got engaged?
Oh, God, what did she say?
Something about
marriage being a prison
that shackles women to domesticity.
I mean, she had a point.
Yeah, she loves to make a point.
I could hear her yelling at you
from across the bay,
"Mackenzie, you'll be shackled!
Mackenzie!"
(chuckles)
- That's a kilometre away.
- (Reggie) Mm.
Sound wouldn't travel that far.
(suspenseful music playing)
So, Byron's phone records show
that he was only messaging
one number.
Mm. Unlisted.
(Mackenzie) Mm.
There she is. Try that number.
(line ringing)
How did you know?
Why did Fiona know to go to that
exact spot yesterday morning?
She heard the activists yelling
when she entered the coupe.
I heard yelling
and found his body like that.
The entrance is a kilometre away
from the excavator.
- So she couldn't have heard them?
- Mm.
She knew Byron would be there.
Come on, let's see where she goes.
Ooh, wouldn't do that, Fiona.
This was not my idea.
It was his.
Byron's?
Mm.
Oh!
He was providing information
to Sunshine Timber, wasn't he?
Why would a radical
environmentalist like Byron
help Sunshine Timber?
Because he was being
compensated for it.
That explains
the large anonymous donations.
I'm guessing his name's
not on the books.
(Fiona) A few months ago,
he sent me a message
that he'd realised the only way
to stop the logging was in court.
And Natural Force filed plenty
of injunctions against us.
So he got the cash
to keep his collective going
and you got advance warnings about
where the collective
would be protesting.
So we could contain the protest
- before the press got wind.
- Uh-huh.
Does anyone else
know you were working with him?
(laughing) Are you joking?
He insisted I use a separate phone,
delete every message.
And the one time I saw him in person,
he pretended he didn't even know me.
Byron?
Sorry, we don't
(Fiona) It's all an act.
- Everyone has a price, detective.
- Mm.
Can you confirm your whereabouts
the night Byron was killed?
I was staying
with my sister in Port Bray.
I never went near him.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Byron was on the take
from Sunshine Timber.
No way! No, that can't be.
- (Colin) Okay, thank you.
- (Felix) Sorry, Reggie.
Okay, Fiona's alibi
confirmed by sister
and two of her neighbours.
Where are we
with background checks?
Ah, Ken Sen-Jones,
a couple of charges
for assaulting police officers.
Seems he's got a temper.
Maggie Mitchell wears a lot
of perfume.
No, that's patchouli.
A woman like that
is all natural.
Yeah, ah, she's been
a hardcore environmentalist
for over 30 years.
She basically lives off the grid.
No socials, no mobile.
And a lot of "no comment".
- What about the brother?
- Ah, Henry Jones.
Studied medicine but dropped out
to become an environmentalist.
Ah, usually behind the scenes,
filing injunctions.
(Mackenzie) Anything on those miners
injured at Bunjil Creek?
No records of any of them
in Dolphin Cove.
Byron was staying
in Dolphin Cove for how long?
A few months.
They're using an old hall
in Jacaranda Court,
where there was
a noise complaint
just before midnight
the night Byron died.
- Two blokes shouting.
- You were on that night.
- Why didn't you follow up?
- Yeah.
Er, a tourist hit a roo on the M1.
I had to redirect traffic.
Well, according to Ken's statement,
they picked Byron and Henry up
from headquarters at midnight.
Sounds like the brothers
were having an argument.
Ah.
About what?
I didn't want to go through with
the action at the logging coupe.
Why not?
My
brother and I
are very different people.
He believed that
protesting would change things,
and I thought there was more to it.
He got in your way?
No.
I was just trying
to protect him.
Byron spent six months on remand
after Bunjil Creek,
and I just knew
he wasn't going to be
able to survive that again.
What exactly happened
at Bunjil Creek?
He hardly ever spoke about it,
but he kept some files on it.
Where are they?
The files?
Just give me a sec.
You haven't seen his phone?
Nah.
I haven't been able to face
going through his stuff just yet.
Can we have a look round for it?
Yeah, I s'pose so.
You're not going to find
anything on it, though.
He hardly used the thing.
Except when he was giving
information to Sunshine Timber
in exchange for money.
Byron would never do that.
So, why do you think
you started receiving
all those big donations?
Our planet is burning.
And our governments
are doing nothing about it.
People believe in this cause,
Detective Clarke, and Byron had
a way of firing them up.
Found the phone.
That's weird.
Ken and Byron normally keep
all their cash in that box.
There should be more.
You knew about this spot?
Me and Ken, yeah.
Ha!
Byron's?
(Henry) I guess so, yeah.
(under breath) Sock.
Oh!
(Colin) Mackenzie!
Taped to the bottom of the desk.
We can get them to the lab
to see what we're dealing with.
No need.
They'll be painkillers. Opioids.
How do you know?
Byron copped a shoulder injury
from a fight
he had when he was on remand.
He got addicted.
He swore he was clean, though.
Does his husband know about this?
If he did, he wouldn't be happy.
Do you know his whereabouts?
I actually haven't seen him
since we left the police station.
- Well, that was productive.
- Wasn't it?
The file, the money,
the phone, the drugs.
It's strange.
- (Colin) Why?
- Well, I don't know yet.
Call Glenn, get him
to prioritise the tox report.
You know what this means, right?
That Byron was under
the influence of opioids?
Mm.
And it explains the one sock.
Does it?
- He wasn't thinking straight.
- (Colin) Oh.
Well, thank goodness
we have an answer for that.
I'm going to get Felix
to chase up Maggie Mitchell,
see why she wasn't staying here.
How do you know
she wasn't staying here?
Oh, not a whiff of patchouli
anywhere.
(opera playing over radio)
(tapping)
Maggie Mitchell, police!
(objects rattling)
(tapping)
I know you're in there.
(Maggie) Off you trot.
(Maggie oinking)
Oh!
Er, what is this?
That's for patrol, at the football.
You're a constable again.
Congratulations.
Welcome to the team.
Is there anything in that file
that Henry gave us?
Ah, nothing unusual.
Well, erm, apart from this.
Byron wrote something here.
"1-7-S-K"?
(Reggie) Mm, that's not a seven,
that's a three.
- (Colin) Or a Zed.
- Mm
Okay, whatever it is,
what does it mean?
(Felix) Maggie Mitchell
has zero respect.
She wouldn't even
come out of her van.
I'm pretty sure she was making
oinking noises at me.
(Reggie laughing)
- (Felix) That's not funny.
- Sorry.
I wonder if Maggie
would talk to a kindred spirit
of the environmental movement.
I reckon I might know someone.
(telephone ringing)
Felix, could you get that
for me, please?
(clears throat)
- Look at this.
- (Felix) Dolphin Cove Police Station.
- (Colin) Coloured dots.
- (Mackenzie) Mm-hm.
On Byron and Ken's calendar.
Some sort of, er, Morse code?
Thank Goddess
those days are over, eh?
(both chuckling)
Sorry, what on Earth
are you on about?
That was Sunshine Timber.
Bit of a scene happening there.
(glass shatters)
- You killed him!
- (indistinct shouting)
Hey!
(banging)
Somebody in there killed my husband!
(siren wailing)
(glass shatters)
Open up!
- (Felix) Hey, Ken
- Hey!
Ken, it's alright.
- It's okay.
- Get away from me.
It's okay, mate.
Mate, it's okay. Come here.
It's alright, it's alright.
You're alright, mate.
You're alright.
(Mackenzie) We just need
to ask you some questions.
Stay calm. Breathe.
You're alright.
They wanted to silence him.
Why would they do that,
when he was giving them
all the information that they needed?
That's not true,
Byron would never
Yeah, look, I'd be angry too.
He betrayed you.
He betrayed the whole collective.
Do you really think
that one of us would do that?
We're a family.
Oh.
Did you know he was using
drugs again?
(scoffs)
You can't have been happy
about this.
Especially as the two of you
were planning on having a baby.
How did you know that?
Well
These dots
they're an ovulation cycle.
I assume you had
a surrogate lined up.
We wanted a family
more than anything.
So you must have been furious
when you found out
Byron had spent the money
you would need.
(scoffs) What?
Byron blew all your money
for surrogacy,
he ruined your chances
of having a baby,
and he started using
drugs again.
Everything you'd ever wanted, gone.
He worked so hard to stay clean.
He promised me.
You really didn't see the signs?
The only time I thought
something was off with him
was that night.
He was unsteady on his feet.
(sighs)
Should have known.
- (tapping)
- (Felix) It's the Police!
Open the door, please.
Alright, alright, settle down!
This is public land.
I have as much right
to be here as anyone.
Look, we've had complaints about you
washing your underwear at the tap.
Playing loud music?
Public urination?
That's a load of polly-waffle.
Oi! Pig!
(western music plays)
Hey!
Why don't you back off?
This is none of your concern, madam.
Steady on.
Oh, and listen to a bootlicker
who blindly follows the rules.
- Wait, what?
- You heard me!
- Yeah?
- Yeah!
Yeah, well, at least
I'm not a bored old stickybeak
who's trying to get in
the way of someone with a
- with a real job.
- Oh, a stickybeak?
- Yeah! Stickybeak.
- Oh, right. With a real job.
You've got a real job,
have you, mate?
- Yeah, I've got a real job.
- Good for you!
Why don't you arrest us, or push off?
Yeah.
I want this vehicle
cleared out by the morning.
- Ooh, big man.
- Coppers. You alright?
Yeah, yeah,
I've dealt with worse.
(Maggie) Alright.
Oh, do you want a cup of tea?
- I'd love one.
- (both chuckle)
(Mackenzie) Did you figure out
if the scribble was a seven?
(Colin) Not yet. I'm working on it.
- I think Ken really did love Byron.
- (Mackenzie) Mm.
Doesn't mean he didn't kill him.
How'd you go with Maggie?
Well, Reggie sure committed.
I reckon that's a T.
(Colin) Hmm.
I reckon it's a K.
- No, maybe it is a T.
- (Felix) Mm.
So, whatcha doin' on the weekend?
Look at you,
making conversation.
- It's my Nan's birthday.
- Okay. Yeah.
Colin, what about
what about you?
Erm, I'm off to the footy.
And by footy,
I mean Aussie Rules.
Footy I still can't get
my head round it.
I'm holding the banner
for Glenn's 300th game.
You can you can help if you like.
Oh, I would rather eat
my own hair.
- Oh.
- But if you're going to be there,
you could cover my patrol.
Yeah? Nice bit of
bit of overtime for you.
Oh, no, the thingy, er,
holding the banner
- (mobile buzzing)
- Oh, phone.
- (Colin) The banner, erm
- Hello?
(Colin) Oh.
(Mackenzie) Yeah, what have you got?
Yep, I'm on my way.
Thanks for taking the shift, Colin.
Yeah, Mackenzie, I'm not sure,
cos the banner need
it needs quite a few people to
She's gone.
(door closes)
(Glenn) Byron's tox report was clean.
That can't be right. No.
No, we found drugs
in his possessions,
and, and Ken said
he looked drugged that night.
Well, he wasn't.
Then we still don't know why
he was only wearing one sock.
Maybe it's a fashion statement?
- Ah, you're joking.
- Yes.
(chuckles) Well, it is hard to tell
with your past questionable choices.
Excuse me?
Er, I seem to remember
a strange attachment
to shark tooth jewellery.
- (chuckles)
- (Mackenzie) Mm.
Speaking of
Oh, yeah, yeah, the
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Ah
- You okay?
- Well, yeah, just, erm
- You don't have it?
- (Mackenzie) No, I, er
Oh, it is so stupid, really.
- Erm
- What?
Hey. Hi, Sprout.
You ready for dinner?
Hi, Mum.
Later, yeah?
- I'll just grab my stuff.
- (Philomena) Oh.
What's got you looking
like a stunned mullet?
Er, Colin Colin's covering
my patrol at the at the football.
Oh, is he now?
He was going to be there anyway.
Yeah, supporting the team.
Still, he can do both.
Well
(clicks tongue)
Looks like you orchestrated that
beautifully.
Ready to go.
So, feel like crayfish?
(Philomena) Oh,
and I'm going to pay for that?
(Glenn) No, I picked a couple
out of the water this morning.
Erm, yeah, that one?
Ooh, yeah.
- And this one.
- Yeah?
That's from Tassie Dams.
Oh!
Middle of the night,
Forestry came, raided us.
- God, that must have been just
- What? Terrifying?
No, exhilarating.
Knew you'd get it.
- Up.
- Hey.
So, erm,
did you get taken to lock-up?
That's where I met my husband.
- Oh.
- Ex.
Ah. The only good kind.
(Maggie) The only good thing that
came out of mine was the kids.
That never happened for me.
- (Maggie) Oh, I'm sorry.
- Nah. Que sera, sera.
Yours must be proud of you.
30 years in the movement.
- You'd think that.
- Oh, come on.
Their mum's the founder
of the Natural Force Collective.
How many kids can say that?
All they remember
is the time I wasn't there.
I gave my life to the collective.
I've got nothing to show for it.
I've got no house, no savings,
no-one to love me but this old girl.
Well, you've
you've got the collective.
- They're your family.
- So I thought.
Till that leech took it all away.
Or tried to.
Who Who tr
- (upbeat music playing)
- Ah! I love this one.
(Maggie sighs)
(Mackenzie)
Henry's headcam footage has come in.
Watch this.
So, here, Byron has
a bandana on his wrist.
But when we found the body
- (Colin) It's gone.
- So where did it go?
We searched the whole area.
Suspects. Nothing.
(sniffs)
(all sniffing)
Is that patchouli?
Ooh. (chuckles)
It's been a long time
since I've spent a night in a van.
But I'll tell you what,
it was worth it.
- What an incredible woman.
- What did Maggie tell you?
Oh, where do I start?
The stories she tells.
That woman has lived.
She's put it on the line
for her beliefs all her life,
no matter what it cost her.
- (Colin) Er, Reggie?
- Yeah?
- The case.
- Oh, right.
Well, you're not
going to believe this.
Byron made a proposal
to vote Maggie out last week,
and it passed.
So Maggie's no longer part
of the collective?
(Reggie) Nah.
Why did she go through with
the protest?
(Reggie) Well, cos
Natural Force is all she has.
She doesn't see her kids,
she's got no fixed address.
That van and the movement
is her entire life.
And Byron took it all from her.
- No wonder she's furious.
- (Mackenzie) Yeah.
(Reggie) I did find something.
An envelope for the ferry to Tassie.
She's planning on leaving?
Well, I called them on the way here,
and she's booked
a one-way ticket for tomorrow.
But but She's on the run!
Come on, Colin!
Er, yeah, yeah.
I need a coffee. A big coffee.
Oh, what's she doing?
- (van door closes, engine starts)
- Stop! Police!
Where are you going?
Literally nowhere to go.
Stop.
(engine stalling)
Huh.
Maggie Mitchell,
step out of the vehicle.
And there she is.
Can you explain why you're leaving
during a police investigation?
- No comment.
- Hm.
We know that Byron kicked you
out of the collective.
How do you know that?
Oh, that little snitch.
So he took your entire life's
work from you?
I wanted to kill him, sure,
but I was chained up all night.
And I'm a pacifist.
I don't even eat meat.
So, why are you leaving?
Cos those vandals down in Tassie
want to start up
old-growth logging again.
Not on my watch.
Oh, so you are in charge
of the collective again?
It's a collective, sweetheart.
No-one's in charge.
That's what Byron never understood.
It always had to be about him.
Just just stay in Dolphin Cove.
You can't keep a good woman
chained to the tide.
Well, actually,
with your expired licence,
I could keep you here for good.
So, Maggie Mitchell confirmed
everything Reggie told us.
Well, that's if she's telling
the truth, the shifty old bird.
Well, considering she was
kicked out of the collective,
- she's got motive.
- Mm.
We've got plenty of motives.
Are any of them strong enough
to drive someone to murder?
Well, Byron ruined Ken's dreams
of creating a happy family.
And betrayed Henry
and the rest of the collective
by being on the take
from Sunshine Timber.
But the only person that conceivably
could have killed him,
Fiona Kolios, has no motive.
- (Reggie) Mm.
- And then there's the one sock.
(Colin groans)
(Mackenzie) And now Byron's bandana
has disappeared too.
(Reggie) Well, we're looking
for a laundry thief. (chuckles)
(Mackenzie) There's something
we're not seeing.
Oh, hello.
Erm, has anyone got
a magnifying glass?
Yeah.
It's, er, quite useful
in examining certain buds
before you harvest.
Erm, that's to help
with my arthritis.
(Colin) Oh!
The writing in the Bunjil Creek file.
Mm.
- (Colin) 1-7-S-K.
- (Mackenzie) Mm.
Byron Jones was charged with
causing serious injury recklessly,
which is Section 17
of the Victorian Crimes Act.
Okay, so that explains the 1-7.
What about the last two letters, S-K?
What's that, a victim?
I already cross-checked S-K with
the victim list at Bunjil Creek.
No match.
There is an S-R, though.
And I've just found this.
Er, second person on the left.
That's Fiona Kolios.
What's she doing
at the trial of Bunjil Creek?
S-R is Sarah Roberts.
And her maiden name's Kolios.
So, Fiona's sister, Sarah Kolios,
was one of the miners seriously
injured at Bunjil Creek.
How could you work with a man
who hurt your sister like that?
Byron gave us
critical information.
We kept it professional.
His last text was all
business about the protest.
Byron walked away scot-free.
A hero.
How did your sister come out of it?
How do you think?
It's everything.
The job, the pain, the
the depression.
She's a different person
because of Bunjil Creek,
because of Byron.
You must have wanted him to suffer.
Of course I did.
I was going to expose him.
The hero
of the environmental movement
on the take from a logging company?
It would have ruined Byron.
That's far better than killing him.
It still doesn't add up.
Fiona's alibi checks out.
Ah, even if she did do it,
how would she have got past
the security cameras?
Which leaves us with
How do you murder someone
when you're chained up
and you can't move?
- Right, is everyone secure?
- (all) Yep. Mm-hm.
Alright, I want you to pull on
the chains as hard as you can.
See if you can shove
Colin's head against the log,
which would explain
the head wound and the splinters.
Ready? One, two, three!
(all grunting)
- (Mackenzie) Nah?
- Nah.
- (Mackenzie) Yeah. Okay.
- Mm.
So that rules out the three
protesters working together.
I want to see if the two people
either side of him
could have done it,
which is Ken and Henry.
Okay, I want to see if you can
kind of, kind of reach Colin.
I can almost touch his wrist.
That's not going to kill me.
No.
Okay. So
- (Colin) Er, Mackenzie?
- It was definitely impossible
- (Felix) Mackenzie!
- for any of them to attack Byron,
- but no-one else came in or out
- (Reggie) Mack!
- of the coupe.
- Mack.
- (Felix) Can you let us off now?
- Oh.
(Colin) Still handcuffed.
(Glenn) I do actually have
work to do.
(Colin) Ow, I think I've got
a splinter now.
Ah, that's it.
Hey, you didn't with the thing.
Well, not right now,
I'm kind of busy.
You didn't want to do it.
Why wouldn't I want to do it?
Well, unfinished business.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
Yeah, well running away
from something
doesn't mean it's over.
That that ship has sailed
to calmer
kinder waters.
Mm, well,
you didn't spend hours digging for it
to not give it back.
- Digging?
- Hm?
(suspenseful music playing)
Wound to the back of the head.
A few splinters.
A symptom of the head wound.
(music intensifying)
- Glenn! Glenn!
- Yeah?
The, er, splinters that you found
in Byron's head wound.
I need those test results.
Okay, I'll get them.
I know who did it, but to prove it,
I need that bandana.
We don't know where it is.
I do.
(Mackenzie) It was impossible.
Three people chained together
with no way of killing Byron,
and a fourth who never went near him.
How could the killer
have murdered Byron
while attached to the excavator?
Well, there's a simple answer.
They didn't.
We know that Byron and Henry
argued earlier that evening.
What we didn't know
is that it got violent.
- Byron, Byron
- Say it.
Get off. Don't
And shoved him, bruising his chest.
- Byron, please!
- (body thuds)
(Mackenzie) He fell,
and he hit his head.
Here.
Which we know because
the splinters in his wound
Varnished redgum.
(Mackenzie)
Same as these floorboards.
But Byron didn't die here.
He got up, stopped the bleeding
with his bandana,
not realising his head injury
was a ticking time bomb
that had already started killing him.
(car horn honks)
Because nothing was going
to stop him from his protest,
from being a hero.
(Henry) So he fell.
Doesn't mean I killed him.
But you knew Byron
was behaving oddly.
First there was the sock.
He only wore one.
Then he stumbled
at the excavator.
Ken thought he was
under the influence.
But his tox was clean.
You saw him stumble too, Henry.
You knew he was deteriorating.
And because of your training
at medical school,
you suspected he had
a near-fatal head wound.
Studied medicine but dropped out
to become an environmentalist.
You wanted him dead.
All you had to do was wait.
And true enough, after locking on,
Byron had a seizure.
It's a common symptom
of bleeding to the brain
that can occur hours after a blow.
That's why you felt the chains
shaking at the excavator, Ken.
(chains rattling)
And you heard it too, Henry,
your brother dying.
And nothing
anybody could do about it.
But you were safe.
No-one would ever know
you were responsible
for the blow that killed him.
Ah, apart from that bandana.
It had his blood on it,
and Byron couldn't have got
that blood on it at the excavator.
I mean,
he couldn't scratch his nose.
The bloody bandana proved
that he'd been injured earlier,
by you.
So you took it.
You were the only one
who could reach the bandana
on his right wrist.
After you were cut free,
you pretended to throw up
in the bushes,
creating a diversion
and burying the bandana.
(Henry retching)
But you knew we would come
looking for answers,
so, as soon as you could,
you left us a trail of lies.
First the pills,
hidden in plain sight.
Then you took Ken and Byron's money,
making it look
like he was back on painkillers.
And then the phone,
to make us think he was working
with Sunshine Timber.
He was.
I've got messages to prove it.
Yeah, but you never met with him
in person, did you?
And everyone knew
Byron rarely used his phone.
What a perfect opportunity
to pretend to be Byron
and get the money
from Sunshine Timber.
I mean, it's how you kept
the collective afloat.
Then you deleted the messages
so Byron never saw them.
You gave us the file on Bunjil Creek
so we'd make the connection
to Fiona's sister
and think that Fiona killed Byron
in revenge.
Oh, you had it all under control.
Bribes coming in,
the collective secure,
and then, oh
Byron bumped into Fiona.
He acted like he didn't know her
because, well, he didn't.
And it made him realise
what you had done.
You made just one mistake.
We found the bandana
with your DNA all over it.
Byron called me a traitor.
Me.
I was the one
who kept this collective going,
and he just took credit for it.
So yes, I did want to kill him.
I did.
But just for that one moment.
And then we
we locked on
- And it was too late.
- (sobs)
I didn't mean to, Ken.
I didn't mean to.
Henry Jones,
you are under arrest
for the murder of Byron Jones.
You do not have to say anything,
but anything you do say may be
taken down and used against you.
Hey, I forgot to mention
how realistic you were
during the undercover op.
- Even for a bootlicker?
- Yeah, but what would I know?
I'm just an old stickybeak.
Rightio. You wanna come grab
a beer at the footy tonight?
Ah, I wouldn't miss it.
Col, you gonna join us at the bar?
Oh, can't, I'm afraid.
Er, I'm on duty.
- Oh.
- That's very good of you, Colin.
You know, showing up for the team.
Did you hear that, Mackenzie?
You know, doing your bit.
Thanks, boss.
Still, Glenn's 300th.
I was going to help
hold the banner up.
- But hey anyway
- (Reggie) Aw.
- (Colin sighs)
- Fine. I'll do the shift.
- Erm, really?
- (Mackenzie) Mm-hm.
But I'm not going to cheer.
And I'm not going to wear
the team scarf.
And I'm not going to enjoy myself.
- Brilliant. Erm, go Dolphins!
- Go the Dolphins!
- (all cheering)
- Absolutely not. No.
Oh, okay. Alright. Yeah.
- (making dolphin noises)
- (Colin) Ohh.
- (Reggie) Was that a dolphin?
- (Felix) Yeah.
- Whoo!
- (Colin) Another round on me!
(guests) Hey!
(Glenn) Ah, nice, Col.
(indistinct conversations)
Constable Clarke!
(Mackenzie) Mm-hm.
Someone's been celebrating.
(laughing) Oh!
- Yeah, they're Felix's.
- Demoted!
Hey! Just for the day.
- How good was the game?
- (Mackenzie) Mm-hm.
- Yeah?
- (Mackenzie) Yeah.
I didn't hate it, surprisingly.
You still on duty?
I'm just finishing.
I just wanted to return this.
Oh.
- You found it.
- Yeah, I did.
(Glenn) Oh, so sparkly.
Yeah. Yeah.
It's beautiful.
I enjoyed wearing it when I
(chuckles)
(Glenn) Let's see if it still fits.
(Mackenzie inhales sharply)
(Colin) All together now!
(guests) # It's a grand old flag
# It's a high-flying flag
# It's the emblem
for me and for you
# It's the emblem of
the team we love
# The team of the teal
and the blue #
(commentator) It's a thriller
on green three, folks,
as an old rivalry comes
right down to the final bowl.
You should know
the boss is here as a witness.
- Pow, pow!
- (woman screams)
I was standing right here
when the shot was fired.
Then how did the killer use this gun
if it never left the wall?
- (Felix) It's a note.
- What does it say?
A piece of information that
could just destroy a family.
Back! Back!
(Daisy) You had the ring out.
Why didn't you?
Hey. What
What are you doing here?
(closing theme music playing)