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Our Worry is finishing strongly,

followed then by Crucible Cross.

They swing into the home straight now...

-Go, boy! - Street Car's still clear.

- Our Worry answering... - Yeah, come on!

Out like a train from Jeopardy and Crucible Cross.

But Street Car! Street Car wins the tight race.

- Of course it fuckin' is! - Our Worry in second.

Jeopardy in third, followed then by Crucible...

I don't want trouble.

Huh! Jesus fucking... You get the fuck out of my way!

Arggh!

Amory, stop! I just...

Stop!

-I'll fuckin' kill you! -Mate, listen! Here!

Ugh!

Is this another witness statement

or is this an interview?

Interview.

I want to speak to my client right now.

OK.

Mate, uh, sorry, I gotta fly solo on this one.

It's just... it's just the rules. You're a witness.

Thanks, mate. See you soon.

Ohh!

It's going straight to the honour wall,

right next to my 80-centimetre fish.

G'day, Vern.

Hey, Marty.

Levi.

Mandy, why did Jasper pull the car over?

You appear to be fighting him off.

Would you agree?

No comment.

Did he threaten to harm you?

No comment.

Did Jasper make sexual advances towards you?

My client's already told you

that she can't remember anything.

You know the rules, Nick.

Don't give me reason to remove you.

No comment.

- I... - Oh, they're beautiful.

- Thank you. - They're from Hummingbird.

I mean, the leaves are. The bush is full of it.

- It's... - Oh.

- Can I come in? - Oh, of course!

Oh, Denise, you're not working?

Oh, just to keep my mind off...

Well, have you heard any more from the police?

I know they're talking to Marty Scarsden's girlfriend.

Apparently, she was in the house when Jasper was murdered.

I know Mandy. She's lovely.

I doubt she'd have anything to do with it.

They're not questioning anybody else.

Um, Denise, I'd love...

...to do something for Jasper,

a memorial service at Hummingbird.

He just... He loved it there so much.

No, I can't.

I just, um...

Oh, no, I just... OK, OK, OK. It's alright.

Sasha's mum said that she saw Mandy

go into the cop shop with a detective.

Uh, you can tell Sasha's mum there's nothing to worry about.

Yeah, let's clean those fingers.

It's the murder, isn't it?

Um, alright.

They said that a woman was helping.

Is that Mandy?

Alright, fella, let's go.

-Yeah, hey, I know. OK. -Mama!

-Are they charging you? -No.

They'll likely have more questions.

Mandy, can we have another word?

Seriously, mate, you've taken up enough of her time.

I've just received your blood test results.

Do you want to do this privately or...

Uh, Martin can come.

Well...

I'll get a copy of that when you're done.

- Take a seat. - Yeah.

Mama!

OK. Do you want to go for a walk?

Yeah, go for a wander.

Your blood test shows

significant levels of flunitrazepam.

Rohypnol.

The date-rape drug?

The medical examination found

there was no indication of sexual assault.

But somebody obviously planned to.

So what happens now?

Well, we'll be looking at this as a criminal assault matter

separate from the Speight business.

But it could be connected, right?

Did you find any drugs at Jasper's place?

You know I can't answer that.

Thanks.

You know, I haven't seen Jasper in years.

Who knows what kind of bloke he was?

He was funny, lovely.

Well, his ex said he was depressed.

It wasn't him.

Unless you think I killed him in some drug-fuelled rage.

Hey.

Do you want to get out of Silver?

Maybe we find a place in Longton?

And just convince Detective Waalitj I'm guilty?

Well, did anyone else at Hummingbird give you a drink?

I don't know. It's all a blur.

I have to go back there.

No, Jay Jay was no help.

Well, I want to see if I can remember something.

Hey...

...you know Jasper did the accounts at the Breakwater?

So?

Plenty of young women and party drugs at a backpackers'.

Autopsy report's back.

Size and shape of the wound

is consistent with a small kitchen knife,

blade about 10 centimetres.

- So not the one she was holding? - Mm-hm.

One we haven't found yet.

Right, you stay for one second.

I'm gonna get the rest of your stuff ready for Kiera.

OK, we need snacks...

G'day.

How can I help?

I'm Aunty Josie.

OK.

Your Uncle Vern's better half.

So I've been asking around,

found out where you were staying.

Well, it is good to finally see you in the flesh.

You must be Mandy.

Yeah, great to meet you.

Good to meet you. Kaya wandjoo.

Come for lunch. Today.

Here is the address, in case you've forgotten.

I'll expect you about one o'clock, OK?

- Great. See you then. - Hooroo!

She seems nice.

Yeah. Um... Oh, jeez.

Gotta get to the backpackers' before they all leave for work.

See you at lunch?

Uh, yeah, I'll... I'll see how I go.

- OK. - OK.

A bowline is probably

one of the oldest knots in the world.

Up through the loop, around the back,

back through the loop...

And I tell you what -

the more pressure you put on it, the stronger it'll get.

It's the, uh... the king of knots, mate.

Alrighty, you have a go.

See if you were paying attention.

Your dad make it to work this week?

- Hey, how'd you go? -Fucked.

Ashton's paying bugger-all and I've gotta double my catch.

Don't let Fisheries hear that, mate.

Oh, they know all about it, mate.

Slip 'em a couple of crays and a 50.

-Ahh. -"Quota? What quota?"

Yeah, well, I guess there has to be some benefit

to living in the arse end of the world.

Come on. We're gonna play. Yes.

Morning.

Um, I...I can't take him anymore.

Sorry?

Yeah, I don't... I don't have room.

You had room yesterday.

The other mums looked you up.

You were caught up with that mass-murder priest in Riversend.

And now there's a murder here that you're involved in.

I'm not involved.

And I don't like your bloke either.

What?!

Sorry.

You know what? I... I already paid you for today.

'Bye, Liam! Have a good day.

I am being reasonable. That's cheap.

Most people would ask for a lot more, Tyson.

The lookout. Sure, wherever. See you there.

Found some work?

No. Still looking.

- Cops were asking about you. - Oh, yeah.

- Well, thanks for the alibi. - Hmph!

- We good? - Yeah.

See you around, Mr Not Famous Man.

Thanks, man. I'll see you soon.

What do you want?

G'day, Harry. You work here?

Uh, must have some wild parties here, hey?

This fucking guy... Yep.

Had any problem with drink spiking?

Are you fucking serious?

I'm just wondering if Jasper ever got involved.

Listen. My old man lost his boat 'cause of what you did.

I don't want to talk to you.

Ever.

Tyson.

Hey, man, what's up?

That Irish bitch is trying it on, OK?

I need you to sort it out for me.

Hey, you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?

Fuck. Are you a cop?

No. Journo.

And friends with Jasper Speight.

Uh, did you know him?

Yeah.

That was a terrible thing that happened.

You know, he was such a nice guy.

Yeah, he helped us get a room here, actually.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Where were you before? - That, um, Hummingbird place.

What? Not fans?

No, it was, like, beautiful and all.

We just couldn't really afford it.

Yeah, and it was a bit hippie-trippy.

Yeah, like shrooms.

People hallucinating.

- Yeah. - It was crazy.

- Right. Huh. -Yeah.

What about drink spiking?

See anything like that there?

No. No.

But there was that one guy,

you know, and he gave off weird vibes.

Oh, yeah, he was so creepy.

Yeah, he was a footy player. Um, Garth?

Yeah, he was a bit of a sleaze one night,

but then Jasper stepped in and brought us here.

You're amazing at what you do, babe.

It's a little bit painful at first,

but once you get in there...

This is the best way to recover from a torn ACL.

Don't you dare stop, Janine.

So, day by day, I'm learning

to not react negatively to challenges

and, um, tame the beast that was born within.

You know, as they teach us here at Hummingbird,

if you, uh, face your truths,

it makes you stronger.

So good luck.

Till next time.

Hey, Garth.

Oh, Mandy.

I...I'm sorry about Jasper.

Oh, thanks.

You're... you're here to...?

Try to figure out what happened the other night.

Right.

I imagine you're a little bit freaked out

about how Jasper was after the Gathering.

Yeah, he was keen for you both to leave.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah.

Uh...

Do you know where Jay Jay is?

Yeah, yeah. Um, last I saw, she went to the beach.

- OK, thanks. - It's OK.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

this is one for the sporting fanatics.

Jennifer 'Jay Jay' Hayes, former world surfing champion

and also my host here at the Hummingbird Retreat.

Take me to my cabin.

I'm sorry. Is that... Is that my view?

-Is what? - Is that the view?

-Yes, Garth! -That's incredible!

-Is that gonna be OK? -I can deal with it.

Mandy!

That last Gathering, someone spiked my drink.

Oh, Marty mentioned it. It's just... It's terrible.

We have to lead a class now, but we're just...

We're so glad you're OK.

Take care.

Thanks.

Ahh, Martin, there have been rumours

about McGrath for years.

He's a psycho.

He put a bouncer in hospital a few years back.

- You be careful. - Thanks, Beth.

I'll keep you updated.

Yep, it's me. Leave a message.

Good thing you've left Hummingbird.

I think Garth McGrath might be the one who drugged you.

I shouldn't be long.

Oh, shit, shit.

How's this for an entourage, hey?

- You good? - Yeah, I'm going good.

- Both sleep OK? - Not too much.

It's gonna get hot as the day warms up,

so if anyone wants to go for a swim,

I highly recommend it...

That'd be me. I'm gonna get my towel.

OK.

OK.

Hey.

You looking for something, mate?

Oh, yeah, I, uh... I thought this was the meditation hut.

Does it look like a meditation hut to you?

- I guess not. - Yeah.

I suppose I got confused.

It happens.

Yeah.

So, um...

...what are you really looking for?

You're a fucking scumbag.

- Get here! - What are you doing?

Oh! Ugh!

OK, let's go!

Oh!

Hey? Hey?

Don't you say a fuckin' word!

Hey?!

- Get off! - Oh!

Arggh!

Oh, fuck! Fuck!

Hey! Hey! Call the cops!

He did it!

Garth drugged Mandy. It was fuckin' him!

-Shit. -It's bullshit.

Fuck...

Fuck, fuck.

Oh, fucking hell.

Fuck, Mandy was lucky.

So were those backpackers.

You got their names?

Scotty...

...they said that Jasper helped them,

that when Garth wouldn't leave them alone,

Jasper stepped in and got them out of there.

Just like he looked after Mandy.

I reckon Garth killed him.

Jasper figured out what he was doing,

realised he drugged Mandy, confronted him

and Garth killed him.

Leave it with me.

Mandy, hey.

Everything OK?

It is now.

It was Garth McGrath who drugged you.

I found the drugs and some Polaroids.

I bet you anything it was him who murdered Jasper too.

The cops are here. Scotty's looking into it.

So, um...

...you were right about Jasper.

Maybe now we can get back to that holiday

we were meant to be having.

Yeah.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Uh, you coming to lunch?

Look, I...I got a couple of things

to sort out with the cops, but...

...yeah, I guess I'll make it.

OK, great. I'll see you in a bit.

'Bye.

Huh!

Holy shit.

-There you go. - Oh, thanks.

- Oh, did you meet Lucy May? - Yeah.

Martin's cousin, not that they've ever met.

Hey, Martin and Vern...

...what's the deal there?

He never told you why he left town?

He got a journalism cadetship.

True. Yes, he did.

"You know the price of a Fisheries inspector?

"$500? $1,000? Nope.

"A couple of lobsters and 50 bucks

"is all it costs Silver's trawlermen to buck the system.

"Crayfish and small change."

I can see why he got the cadetship.

Sure.

Yeah, but those... those words of his,

they started a bloody wildfire.

How so?

Well, the mainstream media got a hold of it, didn't they?

They loved the corruption angle,

and so the Fisheries got involved,

they... they got political,

the media blew it up even more

and, um, and Vern and...

...and most of the commercial fishers,

they lost their licences.

And that... that rips through a town.

You know, so many people lost their jobs.

But then he just left

and never came back.

And everyone else had to deal with the fallout...

...especially Vern.

Hey, I'm back!

Oh, that's him now.

But still no sign of your fella.

Oh, God.

Fancy seeing you two again.

You OK?

No, I'm not fucking OK!

Fucking Harry!

Harry did that to you?

No! No, he just came off one of Harry's crappy lodge bikes.

That's all.

- You need a lift? - Nah, we're cool.

Come on, Royce. See ya.

See ya.

♪ I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds

♪ But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside

♪ I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out

♪ Find nothing but faith in nothing

♪ Wanna put my tender heart in a blender

♪ Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion

♪ Rendezvous, then I'm through with you... ♪

You're shittin' me.

- G'day, Doug. - Martin.

Of all the gin joints!

Although, uh, didn't I read that, uh...

...that this is your home town?

Yeah, you must be here for that stabbing.

As charged.

Cops just arrested someone.

A bloke, a footy player, I think.

Right. How'd you know that?

- Local boy. - Huh.

Anyway, I've already worded up Beth,

so if you want to make that deadline...

Yeah. Yeah, I'll get there.

- What's the interest here? - Oh! Ha-ha-ha!

No, no, no. This is, uh... This is my story, Martin.

Alright, I'm on holiday.

Mmm.

Yeah, alright, alright, alright.

Come on, come on, come on. Have a go.

So, right, the guy who owned this place -

name of Amory Ashton -

five years ago, he just disappears without a trace.

His clothes, they turn up on a beach

and his Merc, parked nearby,

but there's no sign of the car keys.

Hmm.

Bank accounts untouched

and he allegedly had huge gambling debts.

Anyway, as... as you would know, true crime's in the zeitgeist.

So I'm thinking cold case docuseries or something.

Much cooler than a book.

Alright. Knock yourself out.

Speaking of...

...you still seeing that crazy, uh, Bond girl?

Watch out for her right hook!

Pow!

Now, you can give that sausage to the dog.

And put that straight into the cupboard, sweets.

Then can I have my phone back?

Uh, alright.

- This his mum and sister? - Mm-hm.

That's, uh, my sister Hilary and my niece Emma.

He never talks about them.

No.

Pretty much lost his old man that day too, didn't he?

Poor Ron couldn't pull himself

out of the bottle after the accident.

He died, what, about 15 years ago now?

Mmm.

And Martin didn't come back?

No.

Men. They're so articulate!

Thank you for lunch. It was lovely.

I'm really sorry Martin didn't come.

Oh, horses to water. You can only do so much.

Do you mind if I borrow that article?

Sure.

I'm just surprised that when

I suggested coming to Port Silver,

you didn't mention you'd left under a cloud.

Under a cloud? I was 17!

I didn't think anyone would actually read it.

I really wish you'd come to lunch.

You knew it was on. I was there with your family.

I rang. You didn't answer.

Yeah, I was busy fending off Doug Monkton,

making sure he knew you weren't part of the story.

I thought that took priority.

You could have come after.

OK, I'm sorry.

Hey, what's going on?

Look, I know things have been fucked since you got here,

but you need to talk to me.

Fuck.

G'day, mate.

I've got an update for Mandy.

Um, sure.

Um, look, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but...

...Garth's got an alibi for Jasper's murder.

Wait. What? Who is it?

Jay Jay. Dev.

About a dozen others.

He did a sunrise yoga and breakfast...

...from 6:00 till 10:00.

He was at Hummingbird

right across the time Jasper was killed.

He... he didn't do it.

He couldn't have.

So Mandy's a suspect again.

Good thing we hadn't started celebrating.

-Thanks, mate. -Sorry, mate.

I have an advantage

that my core is incredibly powerful here, so...

I can see that. I feel threatened.

Strong men have fainted at this core. It's, you know...

If you want, just maybe shoot from here up in case...

You don't ruin the phone. Come on. Oh!

Hey, wait. Say hi to your old mate Marty.

Hey, feel this power, old mate Marty.

You got that? Get a special on this.

No?

Hi. It's nice to see you. When are you coming here?

We can't wait to hang out with you.

Yeah.

Hi. It's nice to see you. When are you coming here?

We can't wait to hang out with you.

Yeah.

When are you coming here?

We can't wait to hang out with...

Yeah.

- We can't wait to hang out... - Yeah.

Having fun?

Just before Jasper died, he called me

and he said he wanted to tell me something.

And I told you I don't know what that was.

I'm just trying to figure out what happened, alright?

By spying on me? Fuck sake, Martin!

- What's going on with you? - I'm...

Are you trying to figure out who killed him

or if I was fucking him?!

I'm not the one with secrets here.

I'm, uh...

I gotta go for a walk.

Oh.

No. The police called about that Garth prick.

Huh.

It's good to know he's off the streets.

If you were so worried, why'd you stick around?

Huh! A small thing called a visa.

I need to do my full three months

before I get signed off by Tyson St Clair.

No shortcuts for me.

What do you mean, shortcut?

Enjoy.

Pfft!

Sarge!

We have a tip-off.

Found it, boss.

Right where they said it would be.

I'll, uh, let you know if we find anything else.

Mmm. Hmm?

I've been around long enough to know

when an ambulance is worth chasing.

Sorry I got back so late.

And that, uh...

...that article about Silver?

The town was just... fucked.

You know, I was just so pissed off with it all.

Have you talked to your uncle about it?

It's not that simple.

Sure it is.

Mandy, you don't have any idea what happened.

No, 'cause you don't tell me anything.

What now?

Scotty.

Got some news?

Mandalay Bond, I'm arresting you

under the suspicion

of committing the unlawful killing of Jasper Speight.

-Step back here for me. -What the fuck? OK.

-Hands behind your back. -Uh, don't say anything.

I'll call Nick, alright? Don't say a word.

Ma'am?

Oh, fuckin' great.

OK, get the shot, get the shot.

Get a shot of the cars, get a shot of the cars. Yep, yep, yep.

You can't bring that onto private property!

- OK. Mandalay, Mandalay! -Watch your head.

Mandy, any comment?

OK, get his face. Get her face.

Alright. OK, hey, guys.

Back off now!

- Yep, yep, yep, yep. -Go on!

Here we are. Here we are.

We're all good.

Surprising scenes today, amazing scenes, as Mandalay Bond

is arrested in a house she's staying at,

we assume for the murder of Jasper Speight.

Miss Bond was previously involved

with the Riversend mass-murdering priest.

She's been holidaying in Port Silver with her partner,

well-known journalist Martin Scarsden.