Original subtitles

- You all did well this year.

You all deserve a nice Christmas holiday.

- Leaving? - Yeah.

- Better pay? - No.

- [Man] Better place?

(ominous music)

(thuds) (tires squealing)

- [Woman] Been to Bundanyabba before?

- [John] No.

- Best little town on earth.

- What kind of man are you, John Grant?

- Don't want a drink?

Or you can't drink?

- Just one maybe.

(people yelling)

- Easy going, easy to win.

- 1,000 on tales!

- Easy to lose.

- [Woman] You done, are ya?

- [John] I reached my daily limit.

- Oh hey, I can support you a bit.

- [John] The banks canceled my cards.

- Teacher needs a lesson.

- Oh hello, Jaffries, good day.

- [Man] You're their daughter.

- Someone special?

Do you have a girlfriend?

- What's her name? - Robin.

- I'm surprised to see you here, Evan.

Especially this time of year.

(foreboding music)

- A man about to be engaged.

Engaging in strange dalliances.

- Look, I'm sorry about last night.

- We have enough problems, John.

- Aye, here they are!

- I can get ya money.

- Hop in.

- [Man] Doc?

- What did ya see?

- Nothing.

- We going shooting?

- Oh, you're one clever guy.

Been shot before, Teach? - What?

- [Mick] Shot before?

- You've gotta get me outta here.

- It's too late, John.

(ominous music)

(engine rumbles)

(gun clicks)

- Hey, what's going on?

- Get out. - What for?

- Out.

- What the fuck?

Please, I'll get your money, I can get it.

(laughs)

(ominous music)

- Give it a go.

- I don't really want to.

- Yeah, you do.

(gun clicks)

- You like it, Teacher?

- So, you two are brother and sister?

- Why, you want to fuck me?

- No.

- Why not, what's wrong with me?

- No, I didn't mean that I just-

- Come on John, this is Micky J.

Undefeated women's MMA champion.

You're wondering if she's undefeated,

what's she doing living out here.

- Don't fucking push it Tydon.

I don't want to hear any of your crap tonight.

(dog barks and growls)

- All right, here we go!

We gotcha little piggy!

- Come on, Teach! - Hurry up, Teach!

Go on, shoot it!

(gun fires)

Sharp shooter! (people yelling and laughing)

- Teach get it!

(gun fires) (pigs squealing)

(dog barking)

Gut it.

Not a virgin anymore, Teach.

(gun fires) (laughing)

Chug up!

- [Man] Oh shit!

(gun fires)

(yelling)

(gun clicks)

- [Mick] What did he see?

- [Man] I don't know.

- You keep your mouth shut or it'll be you out there!

- Hey.

(dog growling)

- [Man] Good shot, Teach!

- [Mick] Come on, Teach.

(gun fires) (pig squealing)

(laughs)

(Mick yells)

- Hey, where'd the big one go?

I know I hit it.

- He must have run off into the bushes.

- No, can't the dog go in?

- Too big for birds.

Let's finish it off.

- You hold your nerve.

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(pig screeching and growling)

(gun fires) (pig squealing)

(man laughs)

- [Woman] Find something to put your time in.

- [Man] I think you're just worried.

(eerie music)

(gasps)

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(flies buzzing)

- You hold your nerve.

- You keep your mouth shut!

(heavy breathing) (gun fires)

You keep your mouth shut or it'll be you out there!

- Are you in trouble with them too?

- I think they're just worried.

Their secrets aren't safe with me.

(dramatic music)

- [Mick] You keep your mouth shut!

- Hey, hey, hey help!

Help!

(gasping)

- Morning Johnny, how are ya?

Now this isn't the sort of place you can run around

with a firearm, John.

Folks get a bit worried.

Do you mind?

(heavy breathing)

Looks as if you've had a bit of a night, John.

What have you been up to?

- Doc's dead.

- Doc Tydon? - Yeah.

Shot him.

- Oh no, you shot him, did ya?

- No, no, no Mick and Joe, it was them.

- Oh, you sent shooting with Mick and Joe?

- Yeah and they shot him.

- You have a shooter's license, John?

- What?

No, no I...

- What have you taken, John, it's not just booze is it?

- No, just look, Doc's dead, okay.

They shot him, Mick and Joe, they shot him and

and he's dead. (heavy breathing)

He's dead.

- Did you see Mick and Joe shoot Doc, did you?

(pig squealing) (gun fires)

Look John, if you've taken anything illegal.

- Oh Jesus Christ!

He's dead.

There's a man dead back there.

- All right.

Let's go and have a look.

(engine rumbles)

(dramatic music)

- He was here.

I didn't imagine it.

They musta, they musta switched the body.

- Who, Mick and Joe? - Yeah.

(machine buzzing)

- Hop in.

- Where are we going?

- Well, you've accused two people of killing a bloke

and interfering with a corpse.

We're gonna go and see what they have to say.

(dark music)

(clattering)

Micky, Joe!

- Sarge and John Grant.

How are you both?

- Oh, not too badly.

- [Mick] Coffee?

- Yeah, yeah, why not.

So you got no offers on the place yet?

- Not yet, touch wood.

So, what can we do you for?

- Well, John here claims that you two shot Doc Tydon

last night and hid his body.

Got any sugar?

- Really?

Why would we want to shoot Doc?

- You thought I didn't notice.

- You keep your mouth shut!

- But I saw you, I saw you arguing with him last night.

- You argued with us last night, John.

You're not dead.

- Gut it.

- Fuck off.

- All right, and what was that about?

- John owes him money.

That's why we took him piggin'.

Work some of the debt off.

- It's not about me, it's about Doc.

- All right, so you did take him shooting last night.

- We did.

Oh, by the way, have you got my gun, John?

- No, I got it.

- Oh good, not a cheapie.

- No, it's a nice one.

Quite like the Rugers.

- What about, what about Doc?

- Do you know that John's not licensed here?

- What?

Oh, I'm sorry Sarge, we had no idea.

He said he could shoot.

- Ah well, might have to talk about a bit of a fine.

- Are you fucking serious!

They shot Doc.

I saw it, I saw his dead body.

You moved it.

- Any drugs last night? - No.

- Seriously?

- Well, not us, I don't know about Teach here.

We picked him up from Doc's caravan.

Who knows what those two were up to.

- [Policeman] Did Doc give you any drugs?

- They were just pills.

- Eh, what kind of pills?

- There were other drugs.

Their drugs.

They have chemicals in there.

They're cooking meth.

- Micky, Joe, you mind if we take a squeeze inside?

Ah, you still got it, aye?

Yeah, I miss Karen and Bob, nice people.

So John?

- There.

(ominous music)

Oh no, that's not them.

No, those aren't the ones that were in here before.

- Is it bickleron?

- Devil's Robe in the back gully.

- Yeah, well they're lying.

They're lying!

They moved it, they changed it around.

- Hey, thanks for the squeeze.

Think I might take John down to the station

and get his thoughts down on paper.

- [Sandy] Yankee17, you there, Sarge?

- Go ahead Sandy.

You at Doc's?

- [Sandy] Yeah, no Doc, it's a bit of a mess.

Broken bottles, there's glass everywhere.

- [Policeman] Right, anything else?

- Yeah, I recovered some pills and marijuana.

Bag 'em up?

- Yes, please.

Uh, and Sandy, would you bring me that broken glass?

- [Sandy] Will do.

- Righto.

Meet us at the pub, will you, over.

- [Sandy] Copy that, over.

- What you and Doc have a bit of a blow did ya?

- Chuck.

Coldie?

- Maybe a bit later.

You still have Mr. Grant's bags?

- Yeah, we ought to have tossed 'em.

Can't just leave stuff lying around, we're not a dump.

- Don't suppose you got a room we could use,

have you Joycie?

Tidy Mr. Grant up a bit.

Good on ya.

- This way, Mr. Grant.

(somber music)

Strip. - What?

- Strip.

- I didn't do anything.

You know that?

- You don't mind if we check these over, do you Mr. Grant?

Got a change of clothes in your bag.

- Do I need to call a lawyer.

- I don't know, do ya?

- [Sandy] Doc and the teacher?

- [Janette] Evan in the caravan, John outside.

- [Sandy] And they were both naked?

- [Janette] Yes, more or less.

- Do you know why?

- No.

- And the glass, it was broken then?

- What are you doing here?

- Jesus, what happened to you?

- Mr. Grant hasn't given a formal statement yet,

so we'll keep this professional.

- Now? - Yeah.

- Take your seat, Mr. Grant.

Janette will be taking a blood sample.

- I'm not giving blood, I haven't done anything.

- Are you refusing to give a sample?

(ominous music)

- You've got to help me.

- Keep the chit chat down.

- Please.

- [Sandy] You finished?

- I just need to check his eyes.

He's mildly concussed from the car accident.

Keep it wide, please.

- You've got to get me out of here.

- What's this got to do with Doc?

- Doc's-

- Okay then, we done?

- Yes.

- Thanks very much, Janette.

Get yourself dressed and pop over to the station.

We'll get that statement, yeah.

(foreboding music)

- Shit.

(door knocks)

- John!

Open up!

You're causing a real headache here, mate.

We just want to talk to ya, that's all.

(door clatters)

(phone rings)

- Bundanyabba police.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, yeah, it's for an old lady.

(foreboding music)

I don't know much about sewing machines,

as long as they're loyal.

Yeah, something to keep her busy at Christmas.

Yeah, great.

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah.

Yeah, no worries.

- Shit.

Fuck!

- She's out.

(dramatic music)

- Shit.

Hey!

Mrs. Hynes!

Mrs. Hynes, can I have a lift please?

- Get in.

- Oh shit.

- Are you in trouble, Mr. Grant?

- I think I might be.

I think they're murderers.

- They are, the lot of them.

They cover it up.

- Wait, then you'll help me get out of here?

Take me somewhere out of town.

- Keep your head down.

(foreboding music)

- Why are we here?

- Come on.

- Look, maybe I could borrow your car.

- Maybe.

Here we are.

(dark music)

- Mrs. Hynes?

Mrs. Hynes!

Mrs. Hynes!

(phone beeping)

- [Janette] Hi, this is Janette Hynes,

please leave a message.

(foreboding music)

- You can borrow a car.

- Thank you.

(keys clattering)

- Look, don't...

I just want to get out of here.

- Yes, sir.

- You said they were murderers.

- They are.

They lie and they cover up

and then they think that we'll keep each other's secrets

and we do.

That's what's so funny, we do.

- Ursula...

- I know what you and my daughter did out there,

under my roses.

- Ursula.

- She made her choice.

Now I'm making mine. - Please.

- Your girlfriend will never know about me or Janette.

- Please.

- And who knows, maybe you'll stay.

- Mrs. Hynes! (vases clattering)

- Fuck you.

Fuck!

Fuck Tim, fuck girlfriend,

fuck Doc, fuck all of you!

(door clatters)

- [Tim] Ursula?

- Shh.

- [Tim] You home, love?

- You're home early.

You hungry, you want lunch?

- You heard what's going on? - No.

- [Tim] They're searching for him everywhere.

- [Ursula] For who?

- The teacher.

He went shooting with the Jaffries and Doc.

- And? - And he's missing.

- Who, Doc or the teacher?

- Both.

- So Doc's missing, what happened to Doc?

- I was sure he was a buyer, I was so sure.

I used to know people.

I used to be able to read people.

How could I got it so wrong?

- It'll be okay.

It's okay.

- I used to look after us.

And now

I can't even do that. - Shh.

- You were right.

You said don't sink all our money here but I did

and now we're gonna lose it all.

I'm so sorry.

- We're gonna be okay.

(foreboding music)

Gonna be o...

(car horn blaring)

(heavy breathing)

(dark music)

- Oh, let me freshen your glass.

- Thank you Mr. Lenum.

- Oh Wayne.

- [Wayne] Hello?

- Mr. Lenum, Wayne.

- John. - Yeah.

- We were wondering when you'd call.

- Um, yeah look, I'm sorry to bother.

I just, I really- - Where are you?

- I'm in a town called the Yabba.

Bundanyabba.

I really need your help.

- Bun where?

- Bundanyabba, Bundan-

(phone beeping)

(phone clatters) Bastard!

Fuck!

(ominous music)

(thuds)

Janette.

- What happened to you?

- [John] Don't worry about it.

- What have you done? - Nothing.

Look, I just,

I need you to drive me somewhere.

- Sit down.

- Really, I just want to get out of town.

- Sit down.

(sighs)

Put it down.

Put it down, please.

- You and Doc had a girl.

- I asked you to sit.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- 'Cause it's not your business.

I know something's happened and no one's talking to me.

And I ask people what's happening,

what's happening with you, what's happening with Doc.

No one's telling me anything.

So you tell me.

What happened?

- We went shooting.

- You and the Jaffries.

- And Doc.

- Evan got shot?

He's dead.

- But it wasn't me.

- You killed him.

- No, Mick and Joe, they're saying I did it,

but it wasn't me, it wasn't.

- You killed him, all of you. - No, no.

- You shit! - No.

- You fucking shit! - No, you've gotta believe me.

I swear! - You killed him!

Killed him! - I didn't do it!

- You did, all of you!

Get out, get out, get out, get out!

(dramatic music) (crying)

(panting)

(water splashing)

(clattering)

(groaning)

(sighs)

(water bubbling)

- Shh. (dog growls)

(pig squeals)

- Their secrets aren't safe with me.

(gun fires)

But I take it yours are.

- [Woman] John, what have you done?

(somber music)

- Hey!

- [Man] Mr. Teacher.

- Can I get a lift?

(man grunts)

Thank you.

(engine rumbles)

- Peppermint?

- Yeah.

Hey, can I have a couple?

- Yeah, go on.

- You don't want to know what happened to me?

- You went off to a better place, didn't ya.

(moody music)

- [John] Thanks for the ride.

- Righto.

(door clicks)

Hey, no chance of getting petrol money off you then, is it?

Share a drink?

- No thanks, I've had enough to drink.

I just need a lift to Sydney.

- Fair enough.

(moody music)

(people cheering)

- Hi, I can't afford a drink.

I just want to talk to the owner of the truck out front.

- Give it a bit.

- What?

- Give it a bit.

(cheering)

Oi, this gent's looking for the owner

of the truck out front.

- Hello, I,

I saw your truck.

I just wanted to see if, well I was hoping to get a lift.

I'm trying to get home. - You in trouble are ya?

- No.

- Come on, look at ya.

Cops after you or something?

- What, no.

Why? - Why?

City bloke in his tweeds, hitchin'.

You gotta be in some sort of trouble, mate.

What's it worth to ya?

- What's it- - Worth mate, worth.

Gotta be worth something.

Taking a risk, transporting a bloke on his heels.

What have ya got?

- I'm afraid I'm broke, that's why I'm here.

- Yeah, well that's it then, aye.

- Well I...

- Hm, that's stolen?

- No.

- There's another couple of races

I want to flutter on, right.

Grab yourself a drink.

That's right, you can't.

Nevermind.

See you in a bit. (mouth clicks)

(people chattering)

(dramatic music)

- Oh shit.

- There you are!

Thought you'd changed your mind.

You hoppin' in or what? (dog barks)

No, no, no, Honey rides in the front, you ride in the back.

All right?

Good girl.

Come on.

Jump up.

Come on mate, jump up.

All good?

(engine rumbles)

Officer.

- [Man] How are you, Ron?

You haven't come across a young bloke, have you?

Twenties, white fella, probably angling for a ride.

- What did he do?

- Oh, just after a bit of a chat, that's all.

- Well, I hadn't seen no young bloke.

- [Charlie] Where ya headed?

- [Truck Driver] I'm going home.

- Safe journey, aye.

- Thanks. - All right.

(engine rumbles)

(door clatters)

- You awake?

- Yeah.

- You're home, mate.

(door clatters)

- Wait, wait I thought you said Sydney.

- Aye?

Ah nah, that was there when I bought it.

I just run between here and Yolandama.

I really ought to take that off, aye.

You all right?

- I thought Sydney.

- Geez.

Here.

Take it, you paid thinking you was going to Sydney.

I got pride.

(ominous music)

(door clatters)

- You want a drink of water?

- That'd be nice.

- We'll get those cuts of yours looked at.

Come on.

I'm afraid we only have one holding cell.

- Are you insane?

- Am I insane?

- Why do you keep running away like a freaking dickhead?

We had the whole Doc thing sorted.

Doc's always going walkabout.

Everyone knows he was gonna go missing sooner or later.

We vanished him.

We were trying to tell ya before you gave a statement

just to shut fuck the up and it'll all blow over.

- I said we-

- You said too fucking much!

It woulda worked if he hadn't run around shouting bloody,

"Doc's dead, they shot him," then took off, Christ.

Now we're gonna have cops crawling all over the yard.

They'll find out what we've been doing.

We just wanted to keep our place.

- We grew up there.

It was Dad's.

We couldn't make the payments.

- What a mess you've made.

- I woke up by myself next to Doc's dead body.

I thought you wanted to fucking kill me!

- I want to fucking kill you now!

You keep your mouth shut!

(pigs squealing) (gun fires)

- You shot Doc.

I saw you arguing.

- Doc's a sneaky shit who never liked paying for his Xanies.

He said if we didn't wipe his debt

he'd start telling people what we were cooking.

- They're just worried.

Their secrets are safe with me.

- But we didn't shoot him.

- Well, I didn't.

- John.

It's good to see you, John.

Yeah, I was a bit surprised when you didn't come by

and just give us that statement.

All makes sense now.

- So you found Doc's body.

- Yeah, Joe let us know where he and Michaela had

shifted him.

We'll have a good look at him shortly.

(computer clicking)

- [Mick] Give it a go.

- [John] I don't want to.

- That's quite the night you all had.

- [Mick] Yeah you do.

- There's quite a few hours of this and...

Look, frankly the end of it,

you're not in great shape,

are you John?

- [John] Hey, where'd the big one go?

I know I hit it.

- [Man] Must have run off into the bushes.

- You hold your nerve.

(ominous music)

(growling) (gasping)

(pig squeals)

- No.

(gun fires)

(panting)

(gun fires)

I shot him.

(ominous music)

- Yeah.

Yeah, you shot him.

- Well, is it murder then?

- Well John,

what we need to know is

did you know it was Doc in front of you

when you pulled the trigger?

- No, I didn't.

(gun fires)

How could I?

- Quite the situation, John.

Yeah, I don't have to lock you up again, do I,

while we sort this out?

(somber music)

(gun fires)

(woman laughs)

- John stop!

Geez, are we even allowed to drink on this beach?

- They'd forgive me.

- Oh really?

Why?

(eerie music)

John, what have you done?

- I love you.

I thought you loved me.

- Babe, we've only known each other like four months.

- I know you.

- If you did, you'd know I wasn't even...

Can't we just enjoy being together?

Have fun.

You're being silly.

- Yeah, but this is expensive.

I can return the ring, I can't return this.

- I gotta cool down.

Come and swim.

- I'm fine.

- John, don't let it ruin the day!

- [John] I'm fine, you go.

- [Robin] Whatever.

(eerie music)

(water splashing)

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(water splashes)

(gun fires)

(somber music)

- [Woman] You're a shitty shot.

(John groans)

- [Charlie] You get some sleep, did you?

- Yeah, thanks.

- It's a funny old town you know, the Yabba.

Yeah, it's dry,

it's you know, it's bloody hot.

When the mine goes down, blokes don't have two bob

to rub together.

And that's why we need visitors, you know,

keep the cash coming in.

Can't afford the Yabba to get you know, a reputation.

Mick and Joe went a bit too far, I'm afraid.

They've left town now.

Anyway, speaking of reputation,

while you were laid up I took the liberty

drafting up a statement about what mighta happened to you

while you were up there on tailings hill.

- While taking a morning walk near Reed Street,

I discovered a rifle.

Afraid the weapon might fall into young hands, I pick I up,

intending to take it to the local police station.

While walking around the main street's tailings pile

I lost my footing on loose gravel and dropped the gun.

I presume it discharged but I have no memory of that.

That's pretty much exactly it, Charles.

(groans)

(somber music)

- How?

What about Doc?

- Doc, yeah, we're calling that,

we're calling that death by misadventure.

You might want to talk to Janette about that one.

- Olivia.

Livvie.

- What happened?

- She drowned.

She was a climber.

She loved to climb.

I was at work.

Evan was home looking after her.

He's the town's only doctor.

Always on call, always exhausted.

He fell asleep on the couch.

Didn't hear her go outside to the pool.

Moved the chair.

He drank after that.

I thought the drink would kill him.

Instead...

- Chuck said death by misadventure.

He said I should talk to you.

- They found these in his pocket.

- [Doc] Dear Janette,

how do you look so beautiful after all we been through?

That's the difference between you and me.

You survived, I've rather not.

- Listen, listen listen. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [Doc] I'm listening, I'm listening, I'm listening.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

Go to the bed.

Okay, let's cool you down.

- [John] Thank you.

- [Doc] You know that after Livvie died,

I tried to keep going, but I think whatever was worthwhile

in me died when she did.

People need to know that I loved her too, I really did

and I know that just seeing me reminds you and hurts you so.

I think I'd better go.

You hold your nerve.

(somber music)

I'm sorry for everything, Janette.

I love you, Evan.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

- Why don't you leave?

- People need me.

And I can't leave her.

I heard your girlfriend drowned too.

Water, right.

(engine rumbles) (sad piano music)

(children chattering)

- All right everyone, in your seats, four to a table.

I hope you all had a great Christmas break.

I know I did.

- I heard you killed a bloke.

- Well, you better behave yourself then, hadn't you Lucas?

All right, it's gonna be an easy start.

I'm gonna go around one by one

and I want each to tell me what you got up to on your break.

Chloe?

- [Chloe] I went to a friend's house

and we had a slumber party.

- [John] A slumber party, that's fun.

Darcy?

- [Darcy] I went to town with my cousins

and we went fishing and we played with the dogs.

We also went swimming in their pool.

- [John] Ah, swimming.

(somber music)

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