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I don't think the
killer used two knives.

I think he used one
knife with two blades.

That's Jimmy Cook!

Up! Put it up!

Put it back up!

It's not bad, Connell.
It's a code-black disaster.

Just bring me a fucking
suspect or you're done!

Number 27 on the list.

The night Sam died, Mike
gave her a speeding ticket.

Killer dyke!

Skye.

We need to talk to you.

It is possible to hate
someone and want them dead

and not fucking murder them!

Then why did you come back to
Deadloch the night your Dad died?

No comment.

Maybe you'd have remembered
the date earlier, Dulcie,

if you were at home with me that weekend

instead of fucking some
other woman in a work shower!

It's just a job, Dulcie.

Right now, my job's more
important than us, Cath.

It's more important than you.

Cease the Feast!

... back there, Gez. Get
me back there right now.

There's dead bodies!

That's the fifth body.

- Sixth.
- Ah, sixth.

- Mmm.
- Even better.

So... how'd it go last
night, with your missus?

Did you work it out? You want
to talk about it more or... ?

Yeah, let's go get a wine and
nut out my imploding marriage.

- Really? Oh.
- No, not really.

There's a serial killer targeting men.

We now have male six corpses
lined out in front of us like...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
- ... Christmas stockings.

So let's get that
sorted first, shall we?

Alright, that was my instinct, too.

It's just I'm not the one who
broke up with the missus last night.

Well, I don't know if
we 'broke up', broke up.

Look, it doesn't matter.

Let's just confirm that these
bodies are in our column, shall we?

- Fuck me up.
- Yeah, I hear you.

Look, I know it is unpleasant...

But it is our job and
he is our colleague.

James!

Hola!

- Oh, God.
- Fucking wanker.

Oh, fuck, Collins, you fucking stink.

Yes, that is because I
was in a dead man soup last night.

- You do the talking.
- Yep.

- Hi.
- Gidday, Big Eyes.

'Sup!

Hey, babe. Take that for me?

Right.

Any IDs on these floaters yet?

Ah, negative, because
that is not my job.

Okay.

Okay.

Right, they all have
these strangulation marks,

cut out tongue,
injection site, etc, etc.

Yeah, how long's this
one been dead, James?

Lack of decomp suggests no more than
48 hours. The same with the rest.

- What? That can't be...
- No. Six men whacked in 48 hours?

- That's not possible. It's bullshit.
- No, sorry, actually, that is right.

Because as I said, this body is not in

an advanced state of decomposition.

And neither are the other five,
even the one that's missing an arm.

I mean, his glenoid cavity is...

James, I think that we would know if

six men had just vanished into thin air,

so there must be another explanation.

Okay, well, there's not.

So I'm sorry if this means a little more

work for you, but that's the job.

Now I have autopsies to prepare
for and a police report to file

because the forensic lock-up was
broken into when I was at TEDx Perth.

- What?
- What was broken into?

Yeah, that's right.

The mast from the Loch Nessie
was stolen from the lock-up.

James, how the hell did that happen?

Well, what matters actually,
Dulcie, is what I did afterwards.

I tested Jimmy Cook's
crucifix and confirmed that

it actually has a waterproofing
agent on it that's used on boats.

Now, here's my theory.

I think the killer stole the mast

and used it to make
Jimmy Cook's crucifix.

Sorry, I'm so sorry, what was that?

Oh, thank you so much, James.

This investigation would
be nothing without you.

That is a funny joke.

As if you'd ever thank me.

- Ma'am, that was my theory.
- Yeah, that was your theory, Abby.

We all know that that was your
theory and he just stole it.

Oh! So squishy.

- Stop!
- Ooh!

- It's like fingering a mushroom.
- Just get your fingering out of it.

- I've got gloves on.
- Hang on, hang on.

Fingering a mushroom.

Oh... Oh, bringing back memories, is it?

Abby, is there anyone from forensics
who can assist us who isn't James?

Um...

- It's so nice to put names to faces.
- Likewise, Kate.

Okay, so these bodies...

Yes, so the cellular membranes
are comprehensively ruptured.

The inter-cellular liquid is leaking.

Cool. Cool.

So, interstellar leaking,
which obviously means...

- They were frozen.
- Yeah.

Correct, and then they've been
steadily thawed over the last two days.

Sorry, ma'ams, perhaps
they were submerged somehow.

The water would have provided
a very consistent temperature

- to defrost them.
- Yeah, I think that's spot-on, Abby.

Okay, Kate, so,
theoretically our murderer

could have killed any of these men

any time in the last five years.

Absolutely. And shortly after
death, they were each frozen.

I assume IDs are a matter
of urgency, Detectives?

- Yes, thank you Kate. Thank you.
- Great.

- Constable?
- Oh, for me? No, I couldn't.

- She'd love to, Kate.
- Put the gloves on, Big Eyes, go on.

Okay.

If the killer's been stockpiling
these bodies for years

then why's she suddenly
decided to offer them up now?

I don't know, but the
timing will be important.

Whatever she has planned next

will make this pile of dead men
look like A Muppet's Christmas Carol.

We can't keep this to ourselves.
People need to be aware of the threat.

Yeah.

Well, we've got Skye
O'Dwyer behind bars,

so everything's alright, isn't it?

Collins.

Isn't it?

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Senior Sergeant! Senior Sergeant!

Over here! Over here, Senior Sergeant.

- Senior Sergeant Collins!
- Ah, good morning.

Detective Collins?

Last night, six bodies
were recovered from Deadloch Lake.

They are in the process of
being formally identified.

Now, this is a very complex development

and until the police have a full picture

we are encouraging the community

to operate with an abundance of caution.

Are these deaths the work
of the Deadloch Ripper?

Uh, well, Megan, that is a new nickname

that you've come up with
and I won't be adopting,

but, yes, there is compelling evidence

to suggest that the
individuals in the lake

are connected to both the recent
and historical murders in Deadloch.

Is it true that you're holding
Skye O'Dwyer as a suspect?

She remains a person of interest, yes.

How, then have six men have been
killed if the Deadloch Widow...

The Deadloch Ripper.

... the Deadloch Widow
is still behind bars?

We are still building a picture,

and I won't be using
either of those names, okay?

Does anything else connect these
men? Aside from their gender?

Ah, we are... Like I said,
we're still building a picture.

Detective, what measures
are police taking

to stop Deadloch men from being
hunted down like human game?

We are doing everything that
we can to ensure their safety

but like I said, Megan,
in the short term,

we are encouraging everyone to
exercise an abundance of caution...

No, no, no, us men don't
need to be exercising caution.

- Ah...
- Us men are not the problem.

Ah, Mr McGangus is not a
part of this press conference.

The person killing us is the problem.

I mean, how hard is that
for you women to understand?

No, believe me, Phil, us women
completely understand the concept.

What we need is these
copettes to do their job.

Thank you for your input, Phil.

And if they don't?

I'll be escalating my response, Megan,

to match the threat to
the good men of Deadloch.

Ah, no, you won't, Phil.

You won't be doing that
because that is illegal.

We'll see. I won't be taking questions.

Mr McGangus? I have a question for you.

- Is that another body?
- Nah, that's a sheep.

People treat this lake
like such a junkyard.

So, did you two notice
any bodies floating around

when you were setting up your
fucking waterborne sex-toy sexfest

fucking whatever the
fuck it was last night?

Yes, Detective, we saw six corpses

bobbing around like gnocchis in a pot

but we decided to ignore it

and just watch a four-hour
film about Joan's tits instead.

I know that tone.

- Fascist... Fash...
- Do you mean facetiousness?

- Is that what you're trying to say?
- Yes.

Of course there were no
bodies when we were setting up.

Yeah. Bring it back to green, sweetpea.

Sam O'Dwyer's body was found out here

during that nudie Feastival
photo shoot wasn't it?

Yes, but he was only discovered

because Jimmy was wanking in the bushes.

- Are you writing with a straw?
- Yeah.

Bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

All these murders just started

happening when your
Feastival kicked off.

Yes, it is a coincidence.
What's your point?

Detective Redcliffe?

- I made an ID!
- Abby made an ID!

- Oop!
- Oh, jinx!

Cancel your Feastival of
food and fucking nightmares.

It's over.

So it's true, then? That mad
bitch has killed six more men?

It appears to be the
work of our killer, yes.

That's a lot of men,
Connell. A lot of good men.

Great men, even. The greatest men.

Well, sir, their IDs aren't back yet,

but, yes, I am sure
they were all wonderful.

The fucking nerve of her.

Sir, in the interest of public safety

I decided to hold a press conference...

Right, well, you're gonna need
to hold a press conference.

Yes sir, I just did that...

I'd do it myself, but we've
docked at Macquarie Island

with Princess Mary looking at
some smelly fucking seabirds.

Smells like fucking
hot garbage out here.

What? I can't read that.

That font size is for cobbler elves.

- Look harder!
- Sorry, Commissioner.

Can you just tell me?

Alright, fuck it! Geoffrey Haddick.

... got your suspect in
custody, don't you Connell?

Geoffrey Had-dick.

You've got her in custody, yeah?

Ah, yes. Yes we do, sir.

We... We do.

Yeah, so just keep that
killer bitch O'Dwyer

where she is and no more
blokes are gonna die, are they?

Skye couldn't have killed Geoff Haddick.

Why not?

Because Geoff Haddick
died three years ago

and Skye was living in
London three years ago.

So? Skye said she wasn't in
Deadloch the night of Sam's murder

but she actually was.

Yes, but I can verify
that Skye was in London

because Cath and I visited on holiday.

And when Geoff, supposedly,

reversed his car off a
cliff along Settler Highway

I was with Skye at Madam Tussauds

staring at a wax version
of Victoria Beckham.

Well, that's fucked, isn't it?

Yeah.

In more ways than one.

You're listening to Pink Flag.

I'm Marie, I'm filling in for Hamish,

who's left town on account
of the serial killer.

Um, yes. And, in related news,
all further Feastival events

have been officially cancelled,

including tonight's Pottery
and Pinot event with Gez

in the Town Hall pottery studio.

So you're sure you
want to stay open, Vic?

Things are bad enough without
depriving people of neenish tarts, Ray.

- Yeah, but with Skye in custody and...
- Ray.

Yeah. Righto.

O'Dwyer!

Where's the fucking Tammy vid at?

Um, I fucking haven't taken it yet.

Ronnie!

Get in the car! You and
Dad are going to Launceston.

See youse all later.

Can we go to McDonald's on the way?

Yes, just get in the car! Christ!

Get the footage, 'cause we're gonna
fucking fuck that Tammy bitch up.

I'll send the video
to fucking Luke Caddy

and fuck up her footy career.

Fuck, Hunter, just chill
out. There's a serial killer, dude.

So?

Adele's Dad has taken her and
her six brothers to Strahan.

This is cooked.

I know, everyone's pissing off.

Luke Caddy said he's
not gonna come see me

until all the murdering's stopped.

It's bullshit.

Bet you wish you'd taken Margaret's
scholarship to Hobart now, eh?

Yeah, nah, I'd still
take the serial killer.

Dulce says the killer is targeting men.

Do 17-year-olds count as men?

No clue.

Yeah, and 17-year-olds, like,

their mums still write
their names in their clothes,

but, also, Hunter spoofed in
Amber's schoolbag last term,

so it's, like, a real line-ball, yeah?

"I left knives at your place.

"If you get attacked,
stab the thigh artery."

Fucking hell, Adele!

Okay, Abby and Kate
have identified four more men.

Their families never
reported them missing.

They are Gunnar
Jorgensen, Hamish Ferguson,

Richard Lowan and Kieran Butcher.

Any news on the missing arm?

Still missing, although presumably
it belongs to Richard Lowan's body

because Richard Lowan's
body doesn't have an arm.

Right, okay, so these
four men went missing

between early 2018 and late
2019, according to next-of-kin.

Yes, and in related news
Denise from Immigration,

whose daughter just
had her first baby, FYI,

she confirmed that Skye
didn't return to Australia

between September of
2017 and May of 2021.

So not only did Skye not know these men,

we've been advised that they
had absolutely nothing to do

with the football club.

So aside from being
male, white and dead,

we have no idea what they have
in common with the other victims.

So, to summarise,

we have six new victims

and now we need a new
suspect and a new MO.

- Can you knife me in the eye?
- Not easily, no.

- Uh, so can I release Skye, then?
- Oh, I don't...

It's just that Nadiyah and Cath have
been texting me very aggressively

since 6am.

As far as we know, Sam O'Dwyer
was still the first victim.

He meant something to the killer.

Skye came back that night for a reason.

I think whatever happened that night

holds the key to who our killer is.

So, what am I doing with Skye?

Oh, just hold her for
a little bit longer.

Okay, well, any help with
the messaging surrounding that

would be appreciated.

Just don't talk to
the press, Sven, okay?

No, I meant with Cath.

Well, I... I can't help you with that.

Oh, 'cause you broke up?

I mean, well...

Yeah, I don't know if we
broke up, specifically, or...

- No?
- Okay, no, no, no, let's just move on.

- We move on.
- Okay, so who else are we looking at then, hey?

Who else?

Madam Chutney? Old fucking... Vic?

- Vic?
- No, we've been through this.

Margaret was in Riomaggiore,
Vic has a dodgy hip.

Sven, what is this
poster? Is that a ringworm?

Oh, sorry, it's the pube
from Sam O'Dwyer's mouth.

I printed it A0 size at Officeworks

'cause I thought A0
meant the smallest size.

But it doesn't. It actually
means the biggest size.

Which is, like, crazy, 'cause it's zero.

Forget about pube lady.
What about your strange wife?

You mean my es-tranged wife?

- Whatever. You get the gist.
- Yeah, Cath's not a night murderer.

She falls asleep at 9pm
with her hand on my boob.

You know, or, she did
do that until recently.

It's not a thing.
Let's... It doesn't matter.

Cath.

Ooh, do you want me to...

- Do you want us to turn the lights...?
- No.

- Do you wanna get under the desk?
- No, I don't want you to do that, no.

- I can do it.
- Okay.

- I'm an adult. I can do it.
- Thank God.

We'll be here if you want to
debrief or anything, Dulce, won't we?

Nup. Hey, Sven,

recheck the alibis for
all the women the night Sam died.

One of them's sitting on a secret.

I'm gonna squeeze it out
of her like an ingrown hair.

Oh, God.

- Cath.
- Hi.

Oh, love, thanks for
bringing that in for me.

No, it's for Skye.

I've seen Oz. I know
how bad prison food is.

That's for you. Your stuff.

Right, okay. Yep, um...

Yeah, some time might be good.

We need to draw up a custody
agreement for the dogs.

Hi, Cath!

No? Okay.

Is everything okay, ma'am?

Yeah, yep. Everything is just
perfect. It's all perfect.

- Okay.
- So, what's that?

Oh, we've identified the
last body. It's Daniel Tate.

- Danny Tate?
- Yep.

- Sexual assault Danny Tate?
- Yes, ma'am.

Sven!

Hey, Tombo, you know we
can see you out here, right?

What are you doing? There's
a killer on the loose, dude.

Tammy, um, I need to tell you something.

Fuck, I knew it.

- You're in love with me, aren't you?
- Oh, shit.

Explains why he started
hanging out with the footy boys.

- Heartbreak.
- Exactly.

No, I filmed you pulling a bong.

Yeah, I know. It was fucking funny.

No...

Hunter told me to film you so
he could sent it to Luke Caddy

so Luke Caddy wouldn't recruit you.

I'm sorry.

You tried to stitch me
up to get in with Hunter?

Oh, that's shameful.

I'm not gonna give him the video,

and it probably wouldn't
have worked anyway.

Nah, dude. Maybe if I was
you, it wouldn't have worked.

If I was a white dude like you

I could stab a swan and eat it and
I would suffer zero consequences.

- Maybe gastro.
- Maybe gastro, yeah, true.

But I'm a black woman.
I don't get the hundreds of chances

to make mistakes that you get.

Did you ever think about that?

No, I didn't.

Yeah, no shit. You were
just thinking about yourself.

You were gonna use me to get what
you want, like I don't matter.

Fuck.

I'm sorry. I wanna be your mate.

I don't need you! I have mates.

- One mate.
- One mate. Miranda.

And unlike you, I've
never had to explain to her

that just because she's a white dude

that doesn't mean that
she's important than me.

- I'm not a white dude, though.
- I'm making a point, M. Fuck!

Unlike you, Miranda's a good dude.

Let's go.

This is our place. Just...

Yeah, this is our place. You go.

I can't help you with this one, dude.

Danny Tate, arrested for rape.

Richard Lowans,
stalking, domestic abuse.

Kieran Butcher, DV.

Hamish Ferguson, sexual assault.

Gunnar Jorgensen, DV and sexual assault.

Geoffrey Haddick, attempted
to murder his wife.

Gavin Latham, domestic abuse.

Trent Latham, domestic abuse.

Jimmy Cook, stalking,
indecent public masturbation.

Rod Dixon, evidence
of sexual harassment...

- Yeah, yeah. Okay, I get it. Collins!
- ... and emotional abuse.

11 men are dead.

And we are looking for a pattern
in our victims, aren't we?

Yes, so, what is it?

They're white, they're men, they
all look like varieties of potato.

- Hold the fucking phone.
- Our killer isn't just targeting

any white man out there.
She is targeting...

- Cunts.
- ... abusers.

Your term works too.

Fucking hell, Collins.
You fucking cracked it!

- Oh. No, no.
- Sorry, try it again.

- Let me try it once more.
- I can't even look you in the eye.

No, you fucked it.

But hang on, Collins. What
about Sam O'Dwyer, hey?

He kicked off the cunt cull, didn't he?

But dicking around on his missus

hardly ranks up with what
these fucking turds got up to.

Okay. Ah...

His... His...

philandering had consequences,

at least for Vic and Skye?

Mmm... That's not enough.

Ma'ams, this victim
profile kind of reminds me

of the Angel Makers of Nagyrev.

Have you heard that podcast about them?

I'll link it to you. It's on eCast.

- Who?
- I don't have that.

Basically, in Hungary in the 1920s,

one woman gave arsenic to another woman

so she could poison her abusive husband.

And then it all just
kind of grew from there.

Grew from there? What do
you mean, "grew from there"?

Well, this woman realised that
actually heaps of women in the town

were being abused by crappy men,

and so she decided to solve
their problems by killing them.

But then other women
got wind of the situation

- and they decided to kill their...
- Their dog-shit men too.

Yeah.

They managed to keep it a
secret for about 15 years

before they got caught,

which checks out, because
women kill to solve a problem

not to get attention.

Isn't that right, ma'am?

Ah, yes, yes. Female
killers don't want notoriety.

They work very hard to
camouflage their actions.

So, what about the lady who started
the killing in this Nodule place?

How'd she know what all
these dog-shit men were doing?

Was she the town flap-waxer?

No, ma'am, she was the town midwife.

She was the closest thing
Nagyrev had to a doctor.

All the women were her patients.

Doctor Mayor.

Big Eyes, what about the
women connected to our men?

The victims of the victims?

Were any of them Aleyna's patients?

Probably all of them, ma'am.

The next closest
doctor is in Carnage Bay

and he's not allowed to see female
patients without supervision.

Mm, crook.

Sven, check Doctor Mayor's alibis.

Ooh, I already did that.

On the night that Sam died,

Aleyna said that she was
working in Glenvalleyglen.

What's that, a whisky joint?

She working part-time
at a whisky joint?

- No, it's a hospital.
- Oh.

Doctor Mayor was working at
the hospital. Fuck-a-duck-a-do.

Well, no, actually,
I called the hospital,

and, no, Aleyna wasn't working.

But, actually, she was working.

- What?
- But even though she wasn't working.

Yeah, g'day, Ray Pies. It's me, Eddie.

Yeah, just on the down-low,

the killer's targeting shit
men and she's really ramping up,

and there's every chance
that she'll relax her brief.

And, well...

You cried when your dickie
was in me last night and, uh...

while that doesn't
compare to some of the shit

these other blokes have been up to,
it might put a target on your back

because that shit was off.

It was very off. Said it at the time.

Even though I knew
they were happy tears,

it was still, you know...
kind of ruined the mood.

So... Watch yourself and, um...

I'd better get on the blower to Phil
now and give him the same warning.

Not about the dickie
stuff, just, you know...

Ah, yeah. Anyway, toorah.

- I'm fucking Ray.
- Oh, are you, ma'am?

Okay.

Yeah, I reckon I might like him, hey?

Yeah, that's really nice.

So how far to Glenvalleyglenross
General Hospital, then?

- Um, about 10 minutes, ma'am.
- Oh, okay.

Oh, look, a cow.

Cath think I'm at daycare?

I don't know, she's not talking to me.

Least your family don't
think you're a serial killer.

Imagine how bad that would be, mate.

Skye, a few days ago forensics
discovered a foreign hair sample

on your father's body.

Does she do this for you every day?

It was a pubic hair.

I heard you and Cath fight last night.

Really giving your life the
nuclear treatment, aren't you, mate?

The hair was in his mouth, Skye.

There was also a head wound

and high levels of
alcohol in his system.

We think that he was
sexually intimate with someone

the night he was murdered.

Do you know who that person might be?

Skye...

- If it was you...
- Oh, fuck up, Dulce!

Well, then can you just
tell me what is going on?

Because I have played bloody
Clue against you before, Skye,

and I can tell when
you're keeping a secret.

Can't talk right now, Detective Collins.

Eating a very happy egg.

Mmm.

It's my birthday today.

- Oh, happy birthday.
- Thanks.

Okay, so 10th of June 2017.

Like I told your colleague,

Mayor Rahme definitely wasn't
rostered on to work that night,

but she did admit and personally
treat a female patient.

A patient came in for infertility.

Nope, sorry, had a champagne with lunch.

Injuries. It says injuries.

- What sort of injuries?
- I'll just check now.

Ma'am, Sam O'Dwyer sustained a head
injury the night he was murdered.

What if it was from a fight?

With pube lady?

You reckon Aleyna's
patient could be pube lady?

- Maybe.
- Okay,

so the patient came in
with injuries consistent with DV.

Uh, she was admitted under
the name "Anna Spanner".

What sort of animated
carpenter name is that?

- Sounds like a fake name, doesn't it?
- Are there any photos?

There are.

Thanks for putting a rush on this, Kate.

No problem.

Okay, so Skye O'Dwyer's DNA is
not a match for the pubic hair.

Thank you, Kate. Thank you.

Of the two possible
outcomes of that test,

that one is by far my favourite.

Agreed. Oh, funny.

- Funny?
- Skye's DNA matches one of

the samples on the system.

One of the victims?

No, looking at the dates...

this sample was taken on the mass
DNA testing day of all the men.

Has no name on it.

Ah, right. Well, Skye's son was
accidentally tested that day,

so it's probably just him.

No, it's not mitochondrial DNA.

Sorry, Skye's not the mother? So,
hang on, what's the connection?

Skye and the sample
share the same father.

So Sam fathered another child?

Yeah, looks like it.

Can you tell who it is?

No, samples are just numbers.

Kate, do me a favour.

The hair that was found
in Sam O'Dwyer's mouth,

can you run it against that sample?

- Yeah, good idea.
- Thank you.

- Detective, I'm sorry I'm not at the hospital...
- Collins.

I know why Sam O'Dwyer was the first.

He was a proper cunt after all.

Photos of your injuries.

Cracked pelvis,

fractured wrist,

broken elbow.

This is a terrible, bloody assault.

Did Sam do this to you?

Had he been violent with you before?

Sorry, is this really
relevant to your investigation?

Someone knew what Sam did to Victoria,

and they murdered him because of it.

Yeah, and they've continued
to knock off men since then.

So, yeah, Cath, it is kind of relevant.

Vic, after Aleyna admitted
you to the hospital

did she go back to
the shack and kill Sam?

No.

I did it.

I killed Sam.

- Vic, I advise...
- No, Cath, I've had enough.

No-one else is getting caught
up in this. It's gone far enough.

Vic, what happened that night?

Sam and I got into a row.

Um...

And he started getting rough with me,

and I fought back, and I killed him.

Mm-hm.

How?

I hit him on the back of the head,

with a poker from the fireplace.

And then what happened?

And then he stumbled
back onto the balcony...

and fell into the lake.

And you didn't do anything else to him?

No.

That's how I killed him.

What was Sam wearing that night?

He was in his jocks.

And what was the
disagreement about, Vic?

I can't remember now.

- Hmm?
- Didn't take much to get him going.

Was there anyone else in the
shack with you and Sam that night?

- No.
- Anyone else that might have seen...

- Skye wasn't there, Dulcie.
- I'm not asking about Skye, Vic.

It was just me. I killed
him, with a poker and a lake.

Did you plan on killing him?

No, of course not.

Even in my darkest moments,
I never wanted Sam dead.

I wanted him to be a better man.

I wanted him to say out loud

that he was sorry for what he
did to me and Skye and our family.

I wanted him to... to
say sorry and mean it.

Not just for us, but
for Sam, too, because...

what a waste of a life he was.

So, no, I didn't want him dead.

And trust me...

death doesn't bring the
peace you expect, Detective.

So Sam fell in the
water. You left the shack.

What happened next?

I opened the door and
Vic was on my doorstep.

Mm-hm.

- How did she get there?
- I don't know.

Her legs were all scratched up
and she was only wearing one shoe.

I assume she walked.

To your surgery? That's 6 Ks.

Yeah, I didn't ask her to
draw me a map, I just helped.

What happened after you
drove her to the hospital?

I went home.

Must be hard seeing a patient
getting beaten up like that.

Yeah.

Unfortunately, it's not rare.

You know, this is domestic violence.

It's not that Amazonian fish
that swims up your penis.

Is there anyone who can

confirm your version of
the events of that night?

Yes, I was there that night, darling.

Aleyna and I were
brainstorming the Feastival.

But once the three of us
got Victoria inside, I left.

You left?

Yes, well, you know, Vic
and I were never close.

Sam was Rod's friend.

It was better that I didn't get involved

in Sam and Vic's private affairs.

Better for who?

For you?

Sorry, Margaret. Did you
say "the three of us"?

Yep.

I was cleaning the
surgery and Vic rocked up.

Sam had beaten her
black and blue, the cunt.

So, then what happened?

You went out and killed him as payback?

Fuck, no. I got Vic inside
and helped Aleyna patch her up.

Got 'em both into Aleyna's car.

When they left I just went
and finished the floors and...

Sharelle, you what?

I went home.

To bed.

Can anyone colloborate that?

Co... Am I saying that right?

No, no, you're not. You're
not saying that right.

Yeah, Gavin. Gavin can corroborate that.

I was with him at the time.

Want his number? I can give it to you.

I don't think it's gonna answer, but.

Did you see anyone else that night?

Mum had rang me to tell
me she was leaving Dad.

I told her to wait for
me to fly down, but...

that was a decision
40 years in the making.

There was no stopping her.

Mum went to the Doorbell,
searching for Dad.

Jimmy told her he was at the
shack with one of his girls.

Mum was livid.

She told Jimmy she was gonna kill him.

So that's why Jimmy
was blackmailing you.

You paid him to protect your mum.

Well, I wasn't rewarding him for
his service to public wanking.

So, then, what happened that night?

Soon as the plane landed,

I had, like, 50 missed calls
from Aleyna and Sharelle.

Once I knew Mum was safe,

I fanged it to the shack to
confront that piece of shit.

And that's when Mike gave
you the speeding ticket?

Yep.

But when I got there, Dad...

was gone.

First we thought he'd
gotten the shits up,

but when he didn't come
back after a few days,

Mum began to think she'd
killed him, accidentally.

So that's why she waited to
file his missing person's report.

Yeah, well, everyone
assumed he'd gone, so...

we didn't correct the record.

- Mm-hm.
- Do you think she killed him?

I don't know.

But even if she did, you saw the photos.

The bruises. The busted hip.

Aleyna, Margaret, Sharelle and I,

we knew she didn't deserve to
be punished for defending herself

so we made a pact to
keep our traps shut.

What, you made a pact?

Why didn't you tell me?

'Cause it was a secret.

You said there was a girl at the shack.

- Any idea who that was?
- Nuh.

I've told you enough.

Go ahead, Kate.

You were right, Detective.

The pubic hair belongs to the
mother of Sam's other child.

- Who's the other child?
- Ah, we don't know.

It was an unmarked sample from
the DNA testing day. Thanks, Kate.

It must have been one
of the teenagers, ma'ams.

We didn't have permission
to take their samples,

so none of them were labelled.

Well, what boys were there? They
all look like big thumbs to me.

Um, there was
Callum, Hunter, Dolph, Tom.

Callum's little brother, Jasper.

Although, Sam would have been
really dead by the time Jasper was...

Holy shit gods.

He's the dead fucking spit.

Loch Nessie.

Vanessa, do you recognise this boat?

Mm-hm, that's Sam's boat.

- Mm-hm. What's its name?
- The Loch Nessie.

The Nessie.

That's the nickname that
Phil called you yesterday

when he was talking to the press.

Did Sam O'Dwyer name his boat after you?

I don't know, maybe. It was
20 years ago. I can't remember.

- 20 years ago?
- Mm-hm.

20, 24 years. Something like that.

Vanessa, you were 15 then.

Was that when you started seeing Sam?

That's statutory rape.

Like, you wouldn't understand this,

because you're a lesbian...

and you're not anything.

Sam was a red-blooded man
in an unhappy marriage.

He said we had a connection
that wasn't about our ages.

He said I was the only
person who really got him.

Vanessa, he groomed you.

My hair?

Mate, he was in his 40s.

You were Year 10.

You should have been in home ec
class, fucking up an omelette.

I was in Year 9, actually,

and everyone said I was
really mature for my age.

- Who's everyone?
- Sam. Rod Dixon.

Look, I already told you this. Men
have always been obsessed with me.

This is why I can't have female friends.

Women can't hack the
attention I get from men.

You're both just jealous of me.

Vanessa, we know that
Dolph is Sam O'Dwyer's son.

Were you still seeing
Sam when he disappeared?

Not often.

Every time I tried to end it completely,

Sam would threaten to tell Trent,

and I was scared about
Trent would react.

He had a bit of a temper.

Were you with Sam the
night he disappeared?

Vanessa, Sam O'Dwyer sexually
assaulted you as a minor.

He blackmailed you into a relationship.

By the sounds of it, Rod
Dixon knew about all that

and did nothing to help you.

Trent abused you, Gavin and
Jimmy sexually harassed you...

Oh, my God, you're blowing
this all way out of proportion.

It was fine.

It's just... men being men, you know?

Yeah. We do know.

It's just far from fucking fine, mate.

Vanessa, your pubic hair was
found in Sam O'Dwyer's mouth

the night he disappeared,

the night that we
believe he was murdered.

- So?
- So it places you at the crime scene.

You think I killed Sam?

No...

I was there that night, sure,

but I went out a window
as soon as Vic showed up.

Ask Sharelle. She picked me up.

I swear, I didn't kill him!

I'm in the business of
keeping people alive,

no matter who they are.

I didn't kill him.

No, I had absolutely
no reason to, darling.

I didn't kill him.

We've been through
this. I didn't kill him.

He was fucking monster.

But I didn't kill him.

Yes. That's how I killed him.

- Vic didn't kill him.
- Hard agree.

If Sam O'Dwyer's head wound
was the cause of death,

then, sure, charge Vic.

Charge them all as accessories, but
that's not what fucking happened.

None of them knew anything
about the strangling, the tongues,

what Sam was wearing.

Someone else knew what
Sam was doing to Vic.

The police divers have
found the arm in the lake.

Great, but we don't have time to

reunite long-lost body parts right now.

- We can head out there, ma'ams.
- Yes, we can go.

- Charge the women, or release them.
- Cath...

That holding cell has a maximum
capacity of three people.

They'll be up under
each other's armpits.

Either charge them, release them,

or I'll be applying for a court order,

Detective.

But I confessed. I don't understand.

You've been through a lot tonight,
Vic. You need to come with me.

You told them about me
and your Dad, didn't you?

No. Unlike you, I don't out people.

Ladies, we need to debrief
about this. Where can we go?

Well, Gez gave me
the keys to the pottery studio.

- Skye...
- Na, I can't.

Skye!

- When do we want it?
- Tonight!

- What do we want?
- Reclaim the night!

- When do we want it?
- Tonight!

What are those dick nuggets doing?

- When do we want it?
- Tonight!

- I said, what do we want?
- Reclaim the night!

- When do we want it?
- Tonight!

- What do we want?
- Reclaim the night!

- When do we want it?
- Tonight!

What's going on, Phil?

We heard you she-cops
were letting O'Dwyer go.

So if you're not gonna protect us,

then we're gonna take
matters into our own hands.

Oh, yeah?

And how exactly do you plan on
defending yourself, Phil, eh?

We'll be using any means
necessary, sweetheart.

And we're gonna make sure
that man-killer O'Dwyer

doesn't try anything else, okay?

No, no, Phil, you are not. I
order everyone to drop their...

their gardening trowels...

- and go home.
- No.

No, no, no, we're
gonna reclaim the night.

We're not gonna sit in silence.

We're not gonna live with fear.

Whoa, whoa, whoa

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa-whoa...

- ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa ♪
- ♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa ♪

♪ You're the
voice Try and understand it ♪

♪ Make a noise and make it clear ♪

♪ Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh...

Hey! Hey get off the fucking road!

- Get off the road!
- Move! Move, move, move, move!

Get up!

- What the fuck?!
- That was the Pro-Bro ute.

- Did you see their face?
- No. Let's go. Come on.

What the fuck?!

Get onto the Carnage Bay cops.

Yeah, give me that fucking radio.

Attention, all units.
Every fucker in Tasmania.

We are in pursuit of a green ute.

A real aggressive, lolly-frog
green ute heading out of town.

We require back up. I
repeat, we need back up.

Drive faster, Collins, drive!

There's pademelons everywhere
and I am trying not to hit them!

Get up the dirt road!

Yes, I am. That
is exactly what I'm doing!

Where'd she fucking go? Can you see?

I can't see anything
because you are talking too loud!

Oh, there's no fucking sense!

There it is. There it is, Collins.

This is Redcliffe. We've located
the vehicle on Chapel's Lane.

We request urgent back up.

Agh...

- Bum!
- Fuck me up!

Ugh.

So it was submerged under
a tree root, did you say?

- Yeah, it was.
- Wow, that's crazy, you know?

What's the visibility like down there?

I used to dive, that's all.

Um, I'm actually thinking
of getting back into it.

- Mm.
- So, maybe, uh, sometime...

- Sven?
- ... if you would like to do...

- Sven?
- Sorry. Yep?

Sven!

Why is there a tow-truck here?

- Oh, ah, Vince... That's Vince.
- Ah-huh?

- I'm in love with him.
- Okay.

He found, like, a car
in there. A full car.

Four-wheel drive, 7-seater,
perfect condition, apparently.

It is amazing what people will
just, like, throw into this lake.

What do you think his vibe is? Like...

- I think he's dead, Sven.
- Not him... No.

Alright, fellas, keep it coming.

That's the way. Two-by-two.

- Aleyna!
- Hurry up!

What's going on?

Phil called an emergency
men's-only town hall meeting,

where they voted him
in as caretaker mayor

because they're a bunch of dogs!

- Why is there a cop over there?
- Where is the lie there, Gez?

Oi, oi, oi, oi, guys, guys.

Why is there a fucking bus?

Someone at the meeting suggested
bussing all of the men out of town.

They're taking every remaining
Deadloch man over the age of 17

to some secure, undisclosed location

until the Deadloch Widow-slash-Ripper

is apprehended or gunned down.

Are you getting on the bus, Tom?

I kinda don't wanna die, Dulcie.

Yeah, yeah. And Vic and I think
that's a really good instinct, Dulce.

Oh, I can stay, sweetpea.

No, I won't cope if
something happens to you, Gez.

For one thing, I don't know
the passwords to anything,

but more than that,

you're my full heart.

Just go. Go!

Alright, fellas, we're moving out!

Good luck, Ray Pies.

Hey, do you reckon you could
stop calling me Ray Pies?

Why?

Just say it fast and think
about what you're saying.

Ray Pies. Ray Pies. Rape
Eyes, Rape Eyes, Ra...

- Oh!
- Yeah.

- Gotcha.
- Thanks.

Look, can I come just come with him?

He's all I've got.

You can't, Vanessa.

Please, Phil, it's me.

Men only.

- Phil.
- On ya, Phil.

No, you're welcome mate. You're welcome.

We look after our own around here.

Don't worry, Senior Sergeant.
We've picked up your slack.

- You can thank us later.
- Bye, Mikey. Love you.

Who's "we" Phil?

Hey? Who else has picked up my slack?

Yeah, well, I put a call
in to a mate, didn't I?

'Cause you're useless as tits on a bull.

Come on.

Detective!

Ah, right.

Okay.

Really?

Okay, ah, Detective, we need
to get to the station, so, um...

Bye, Ray. Yep.

Detective!

What the fuck's going on? Who
are these fucking dickturds?

- Ah, Connell.
- Commissioner Hastings.

You've set all the killers free.

Skye O'Dwyer wasn't in the country.

I don't just mean O'Dwyer, I
mean the whole bloody lot of them.

I came in, looked at your
little fucking murder board

and figured it out in
10 minutes flat, ladies.

It's been staring you in
the face this whole time.

This town is full of
man-hating lesbians...

with a taste for man murder.

Sir, we don't believe that
the women are involved, sir.

These Carnage Bay boys told
me that they were all in here

and that you even got a
confession out of one of them.

And what do you girls do?

You let them go and one of
them tries to run the men over

like they're skittles in
a fucking bowling alley.

- Sir, if you could please just listen...
- Nuh!

Effective immediately, I'm taking over.

You and your little pocket mate
here are no longer calling the shots.

- What'd you call me? You can't do that!
- The women don't add up, sir!

You know what doesn't add up, Collins?

Your wife is the local vet.

She has access to Pentobarbital.
Had she been investigated?

No! She's representing the women!

And then we've got this lady
Mayor Rahme, doctor, swimmer.

Why isn't she behind bars?

'Cause they've all got
fucking alibis, mate!

So if one can't do it,
another one will step in.

- No...
- They're sharing the load?

We are not talking about a group of

women in a school carpool here, sir.

Then who do you think is doing it, then?

- Well, that's a good question...
- At present we don't have a...

- We...
- It's...

It is more that we... we
know who didn't do it, sir.

Exactly. We don't know...

How fucking compelling.

Commissioner, please,
we just need more time.

- We are very close...
- 11 men are dead.

I'm not fingering my hole
while those women make plans

to massacre more men by the
light of the full fucking moon.

We have to act now. I'm
bringing those psycho bitches in.

- What?
- Hey?

We don't have enough
evidence to arrest them, sir.

I know you don't. That's why
you're not running the case.

I'm getting warrants and
raiding those women's houses.

It's not them.

Well, let's find out which
one of us is right, Detective,

once and for all, shall we?

Boys!

Guns, enforcers, ballistic vests on.

Fucko man fuckedness!

- I have to warn them.
- Hey, hey, don't be a dickhead, dickhead.

I cannot stay here.

Hastings will make charges stick.

He just wants results, even
if it's a complete crock.

Collins, Collins, if you get involved,

then Hastings will
take your badge, okay?

You help the women by
proving it's not them.

Alright, let's move out!

Hi, ma'ams.

Sorry, you're probably really busy,

but they just pulled
a car out of the lake.

I think that the killer submerged

the bodies inside the car two days ago.

And then I think they dived
down and released the bodies

just when it suited their purpose.

No, actually, no.

I know that they did that,

because all the corpses had
seatbelt markings their chests.

Anyway, we're still waiting
to search the vehicle

but we can't because
my ex-fiancé is a dick.

So... Sorry for swearing on the
phone, ma'am, sorry. I'm just tired.

And also my ex-fiancé is a dick.

Are you guys finished?

James, I really need to
find out who the owner is.

This could be the missing link
in the whole investigation.

Ooh, the missing link.

Look at you, acting like
a police officer, Sven.

What?

James, I really think you should
flag down that bus and get on it.

No, the killer is
targeting cunts, James.

They're targeting cunts.

And you are a cunt.

You're the biggest cunt I've ever met.

And you should get on the bus!

Okay, okay, okay, we
need to talk seriously

about getting you on some
mood stabilisers, yeah?

It's exactly what Dad had to do
with Mum when she was approaching 30.

- She's 24!
- I'm 24.

- She's 24.
- Do you not know how old I am?

- See you at home, baby.
- Oh, my...

- I'm not your baby.
- She's so much better than you!

We're literally not even together.

- I hate you!
- Forensics are clear.

- Let's just... Let's do this.
- Okay.

Mm-hm.

See, I told you
this is what you all needed.

Great work, ladies.
This is very therapeutic.

We're telling our
brains that we're safe.

Cath, I'm having a panic attack.

Well, that's impossible, Aleyna.

Lying like this, and the
singing, and doing the eye thing.,

we are calming our
parasympathetic nervous system.

Aleyna, you are not doing
yourself any favours.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

- Margaret's been arrested.
- What for?

Police!

Agh! No!

Wh...?

Hello, ladies.

What are you all up to?

Hi, Annie, how are you?

Wow! Six months sober. Oh, my God.

Well done, you.

No, it's not oversharing,
No, I love it. Great.

Anyway, my name's Sven,
I'm from Deadloch Police.

I'm just calling about a
vehicle identification number.

Is that something you might
be able to help me with?

Yeah, sure, happy to
hold, Annie. Thanks.

Cheers.

Congrats again.

Yeah, I know. I couldn't
do it, that's for sure.

Alright, thanks a lot.

It's amazing what you find
when you actually look.

Isn't it, girls?

Tongues.

In all your mates' freezers.

No. No. No, this isn't right.

It is fucking right.

Clearly you girls didn't have the balls

to finish what you started so...

you're welcome.

We got em, boys!

Top bloody effort.

We did it!

Oh, fuck!

This is bad, Collins.
This is really fucking bad.

It is the women. We were
fucking wrong. We were wrong.

No.

No, it's not the women.

Well, what about all the tongues
in the fucking freezers, then?

What, were they planted?

Are they being framed? Like,
what's... what's the killer doing?

They did it for the same reason
they released the bodies at the lake.

And the same reason they showed us Sam.

Collins, what is going on in
that fuzzy-headed brain of yours?

Come on, let me in. Let me in.

Did you see that the lunchbox

- was labelled with Vic's name?
- Yeah.

I bet that each woman received the
tongue of the man that abused her.

The killer's presenting
them to the women,

to the people they killed for.

But why are they doing that?

What do they want, a
fucking "thank you"?

Yes.

That is exactly what they want.

When we thought that Sam
O'Dwyer was a suspect,

the killer brought us his body.

And it's not just
because Sam was special.

They wanted credit for their work.

That's why the lake bodies were
defrosted after all this time.

They knew there were people there.

They wanted to make a
fucking... splashy show of it.

Our have women kept
their secret for years.

They never wanted to draw
attention to themselves but...

oh, but this killer,

they want a pat on the back.

Female killers don't kill for notoriety.

Collins.

It's a fucking man.

Ma'ams! Ma'ams!

I found something in
the bobbing bodies car.

The what? What? What?

The bobbing bodies. They
were stored in a car.

Sven's trying to locate the owner now.

I found this, under the seat.

It's the shoe Victoria lost
the night Sam assaulted her.

Yes, yes, Annie, I'm still here.

Yes, I'm still here. Hello.

He picked Vic up when
she was walking into town.

He drove her to Aleyna's and then
he went back and finished off Sam.

Yeah, but who? Who is he?

Really? Uh...

Um, the bobbing bodies car
belongs to William Carruthers.

Margaret's brother?

What the fuck?

Tammy pussy-whipped you, you pussy!

Fuck, Hunter, just shut up!

Tammy's better at footy than all of us.

Go to therapy and deal
with your problems.

We're all sick of your shit.

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