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[Martin] Seriously, Max, the story is a dud.

[Max] Mate, it's just a puff piece

about an outback town.

[Jamie] What do you want?

Just visiting town.

Sightseeing dead people?

- [gunshots] - [people screaming]

[gunshot]

[Harley] You're writing about Byron Swift?

- Did you know Father Swift? - You couldn't miss him.

[Mandy] The Father Swift thing.

If only there was a proper journo in town.

[Martin chuckles]

[Max] Leaving already?

Sadly, I've exhausted the pleasures of Riversend.

[motorbike speeding]

- Oh, shit! - [tires screech]

[Jamie and Allen scream]

Allen? Jamie?

[Jamie choking]

[Martin] I'm still at Riversend.

I want to kick the tires,

see if there’s a bigger story here.

[Max] What bigger story?

[Martin] I don't know yet.

[engine revving]

[engine roaring]

[Jill breathing heavily, screaming]

[intense music plays]

[engine roaring]

- [crashes] - [Jill screaming]

- Faster! - [Damo] I'm going, I'm going!

[engine revving]

- [Jill] Babe... - Oh, I'm going as fast as I can.

[engine roaring]

[Jill screaming]

- Go! - Okay, okay!

[Jill screaming]

- [tires screeching] - [van crashes]

[engine stalling]

Jesus, Damo, go!

- Go! - I’m trying! I’m fucking trying!

Come on!

- Jill, don’t! - [Jill breathing heavily]

- Fuck! - [Jill panting]

- [gunshot] - [Jill screaming]

- [horn blares] - [Jill breathing heavily]

Okay. Please... Please!

[gunshot]

[goat bleating]

[door bell rings]

Thought you’d be halfway to Sydney.

Well, I need a coffee

and directions to Harley Reagan’s place.

So, you're gonna finish the story, yeah?

I wanted to talk to a few more people.

I told you there was more to it.

- [Martin chuckles] - [Mandy] But I'm not sure

Harley Reagan will be of much help.

Okay.

Head north over the railway...

- [Martin] Mm-hmm. - To the scrublands.

Dirt road from here, it's a bit of a labyrinth.

- Okay, that's Springfields. - [Martin] Uh-huh.

[Mandy] And don't go there, there's a fork there.

Springfields is signposted after the big cattle grid.

All right. Thanks.

[smacks lips]

Cheers.

Oh, wait up.

Huh.

Thought it wasn’t for sale?

[phone ringing]

- Oasis Cafe and Bookshop. - [door opens]

Fran.

How's Jamie?

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[Shaz] Hey there.

[Martin] Hi, I'm...

The journo who saved Jamie Landers’ life, yeah?

I was with my sister at the Club.

Oh, right. Yeah.

So, I’m looking for Harley Reagan’s place.

Okay. You wanna go back up the way you came a couple ks.

First right, second left.

Go over a couple cattle grids,

then at the second one, Reagan’s place is signposted.

I thought this was all Harley's land?

That what you thought, is it?

Yeah, we rent from him.

Right. Okay, so...

First right, second left?

All right, thanks.

Um, I'm Martin, by the way.

- Everyone calls me Shaz. - Cheers, Shaz.

[birds chirping]

[epic music playing]

Morning.

Good day.

Got time for a bit of a chat?

Come through.

Ah, you renovating?

Actually, honouring the ancestors.

Great-great-grandfather here,

he built Springfields in the 1850s.

The old bastard would climb out of his grave and haunt me

if I let the place go.

[Martin chuckles]

Why is the homestead all the way out here?

The spring. Permanent water.

You want some?

Ah, yeah. Cheers.

And the town’s where it is 'cause of the, uh, railway...

- Hmm. - Which hasn’t run for a decade.

[grand piano notes plays]

- [Harley] There you go. - Ah...

So, finished your puff piece?

It's turning into more of a mystery, actually.

Here. Can I... Can I show you something?

So, story is that the priest shot at random, right?

Well. Okay.

So, here is the church, the morning of the massacre.

People everywhere.

Now, Alf Newkirk, he was shot in his car,

here beside his son, who wasn’t hit.

Tom Newkirk's around here.

Gerry Torlini here.

Hugh Grosvenor, he's about here.

And now Craig Landers,

he's over a hundred metres away...

running.

And Swift...

shoot him in the head.

That's five shots, five kills.

No misses, no women, no kids.

Does that sound random to you?

Who knows what that mad priest was thinking.

I was thinking you might.

Apparently, he named you as he was dying.

Oh, yeah...

Bellington policewoman told me about that.

What do you make of it?

Ah, beats me.

I was no friend of the priest.

Or the church for that matter.

But a murderer and alleged paedophile

uses his last breath to name you.

[chuckles]

It's a bit unsettling.

So you’re here to do what, exactly?

Point fingers at people?

Come up with a fresh angle?

You want to pick over our scabs?

- I'm just trying... - Trying...

to rescue your flagging career

by raking over our small town tragedy, eh?

Yeah, I’ve read up about you.

Yeah.

I’ve got nothing on my conscience, mate.

Nothing.

Can you say the same?

Yeah.

Let yourself out.

[Martin sighs]

[Fran] Thanks for coming.

[softly] The police were here last night,

but he was so doped up, they left.

And I should tell him but...

It's okay.

[Fran] Okay. Okay.

- [Liam coos] - [Mandy chuckles]

Hey, sweetie.

Hey, Mum.

Fingers crossed, you can come home soon, okay?

Yeah.

- [Mandy] Hey. - [Liam crying]

Where's Allen?

Gotta compare scars.

Did they send him to Melbourne or something?

Ah...

Jamie, Allen's dead.

He died in the accident.

I'm really sorry.

Get out!

- [Fran] It’s... - [yells] Get out! Get out!

[Liam crying]

[dramatic music playing]

Come on.

[tire rattling]

Ah, shit!

Ah, fuck!

Shit!

Ah, come one, come on.

[no network notification]

[Martin sighs]

[sighs]

[flies buzzing]

Come on.

[flies buzzing]

[dramatic music intensifies]

[Piccini] You got lost?

Yeah, as I said.

And walked up here...

Looking for signal.

And happened upon this, then two bodies.

Yeah. Yeah, 'cause of the smell.

What is that thing anyway?

Oh, farmers use them for dead animals.

I'm gonna need a statement

back at the station.

You must be looking at the priest for this?

Right, Sergeant?

[foreboding music playing]

[music fades]

[Piccini] Scarsden, what were you really doing

out bush this morning?

I told you.

I was interviewing Harley Reagan for my article

about the church massacre.

And who else have you spoken to?

Lots of people.

Ah... Mandy Bond.

Fran Landers, her son, Jamie.

Errol at the club, the motel owner.

Constable Haus-Jones here.

And has the fact there were two bodies

in the scrublands ever come up?

If it had, I would have mentioned it to the police.

Could it be them?

[Robbie] Oh... Unlikely.

Their last known location was the Murray Valley Highway.

Couple of hundred ks away.

Yeah. But last seen New Year’s Eve.

Well, that's just a few weeks before the church massacre.

So, either Swift was involved somehow,

or last summer you had multiple murderers

running around the place.

And then, there's the fact that Byron’s last words named Harley

and the bodies were found on Harley’s land.

Well, that’s unlikely to be a coincidence either.

Scarsden, you’ve already been involved in one death,

and now you’ve uncovered two more.

- That’s an unlikely coincidence. - [Martin scoffs]

You know the drill, stick around.

I’ve interviewed despots warmer than your boss.

Ah, look, she’s okay

She's just under a lot of...

- Doing her job, I know. - [Robbie] Yeah, yeah.

Well, thank Christ for you, mate.

You’re the only person

who is talking to me straight

about this whole Byron Swift thing.

But speaking of coincidences...

You know that 323 cartridge I found?

Was Byron’s weapon a similar calibre?

[gunshot]

Identical.

Huh.

Thanks, Robbie. I'll...

I'll see you around.

- [Byron breathing heavily] - [bones cracking]

Only a journalist would be smiling

after finding two bodies.

Small town.

- Is any other media here yet? - [Mandy chuckles]

No, still all yours, Martin.

You look like you could use a drink though.

Half the town’s at the club.

Really? Why?

First Allen, now this.

Well, I still got to file, but I'll see you there.

Okay.

[Max] Ooh, Jesus.

So our massacre priest is a serial killer, too?

[Martin] Maybe.

Maybe. Maybe.

And then, you go like this...

[Max] This is really good. Um...

What did the police say?

[Martin] Other than trying to implicate me

in the murders somehow, not much.

[Max] Marty, can you handle this?

I mean, do you want me to get some backup

from the crime desk.

Max, this is my yarn and I could do it in my sleep.

[Max] Well, do try to stay awake.

I'm getting good at it...

- [Flick] Mandy, one for you. - Thank you.

[Flick] Here you go.

- Ah... hey. - Hey.

- Thanks, Errol. - [Errol] Four bucks eighty.

Sure.

Some people here are starting to think you are bad luck.

Oh, I won’t be here much longer, mate.

- [Mandy] Hello. - Hello.

You’ll be delighted to know I’ve signed you up for bingo.

Oh, no.

Think I’m gonna need another drink.

- [Mandy chuckles] - [Flick] All right. All right.

It's been a shit of a week.

That's not just ‘cos there’s another journo in town.

- [all chuckling] - [Flick] Yeah. No, no.

Just kidding, darl. We're happy for your business.

But, um, I think you all agree, we need a bit of a laugh.

- [crowd unanimously] Yeah. - Eh? So, enough said. [chuckles]

Let's play.

All right.

Oh... 69!

- Dinner for two. Eh? - [all chuckling]

[Flick] Oh, don't go blue.

One up is...

Twenty-seven straight to heaven.

Thirty-three, all the threes.

- You've got 33. - Hmm...

Shoot.

You're not much good at fun, are you?

I'm better with a laptop.

[Mandy blows raspberry]

[Flick] Oh... Legs, 11.

- [whistling] - [woman] Ooh, 11!

This town really doesn’t like the media, does it?

- [Flick] Seventy-five. - Would you?

Personally, I’d be more worried about serial killers

- than journalists. - [Mandy scoffs]

[Martin] Aren’t you asking the question?

[Flick] Ninety-nine...

Did Byron kill that couple?

No.

So what did you do before the bookstore?

- Before Liam? - [Flick] Four-fifty...

Uh, uni in Melbourne.

Australian Literature.

Not an obvious career path out of that,

so worked as a barista, bartender,

retail, book shops, mostly.

And you came back for...

For Mum. Yep.

Hmm...

[Flick] Thirteen...

You have any?

Ah... No.

Life didn't work out that way.

[Mandy chuckles]

You're not that old.

[Martin chuckles softly]

Are you?

- [Martin chuckles softly] - [Flick] Oh... 79.

One more time, 79.

- Oh, what? - Look at that.

I think this is rigged.

You're not doing too well?

No, I think we should swap, actually.

[both chuckle]

[kid] He is... Centuries ago...

Hey. You should run a story about us.

We're gonna be influencers.

Is that right?

[Brianna] Cool, huh?

- Sure. - Check this one.

Oh, you suck, Robbie. Go again.

That's our basketball team, Riversend Rangers.

If we go viral, we reckon we can get free shit from Adidas.

I'll DM it to you.

[Mandy] Hey, guys.

- Hey, Mandy. - Hey, Mandy.

- Uh... You wanna walk us home? - Sure.

[kids hooting] Whoa!

Go get 'em, tiger.

- [whistling] - [Brianna] Lovers.

[female kid] So cute.

[Martin breathes deeply]

[Martin and Mandy chuckle]

God tied and very studious. [chuckles]

[Mandy] He's down for now.

[glasses clinking]

That's quite the cabinet.

Mum was very serious about her wine.

[clears throat]

Byron bought that for her

not long before she died.

Said it was an investment in the future.

Oh, he sounds like a great guy.

- You want a drink or not? - Yes, I do, please.

- [Mandy] Cheers. - [glasses clink]

Cheers.

Mmm.

It's been a while for you, hasn't it?

What, between drinks?

Articles.

Last one was months ago about West Papua.

- [Martin chuckles] - [Mandy] What happened?

Sabbatical? Holiday?

Just taking a break.

I read that someone got killed.

- Jesus... - [Mandy chuckles]

You get right in there. Don't you?

You should be the bloody journalist.

[both chuckle]

He was a...

Farmer and activist.

Lukas.

We were working together for months

on this story about corruption.

And then, he was murdered by mercenaries

working for the mining company.

Jesus.

What... What happened? Were they caught?

[scoffs] No.

The company paid off the police,

and the ruling was suicide.

I'm so sorry.

Did he have kids?

He was as committed to that story as I was.

And it was a big one.

Important.

[scoffs] It’d want to be.

Anyway...

As you said, here I am six months later,

working on...

[chuckles] whatever the fuck this is.

Well, I suppose, uh...

compared to evil mercenaries,

interviewing my dad can’t have been that bad.

- Harley Reagan’s your father? - [both chuckle]

But then, you're not close?

- He was a shit to my mum. - [Martin] Ah.

Did he and Byron get on?

[chuckles]

Harley doesn’t get on with anyone.

[chuckles]

Yeah, my dad died while I was working in Syria.

I didn’t even get back for the funeral.

He was a miserable old bastard, but uh...

Now he’s gone, and...

Ah, you know...

we never said the things we should have.

[chuckles] We never do.

Nope.

Nope.

- [phone vibrates] - [Martin] Oh.

- Sorry. - [chuckles]

Ah.

Yep, it's work.

[both chuckle]

- Uh... - [both chuckle]

Uh... you know, the bodies...

It's... It's big news.

Mmm. And you're the man on the scene.

Well, thank you for the wine.

Um...

See you tomorrow?

Never know your luck in a small town.

- [door opens] - [Mandy sighs]

- [chuckles] - [door closes]

[sighs]

No...

[recording on phone] So I'm here with constable...

What about downtime? Community events, sports?

[Robbie] We used to run the kids’ basketball

and footy teams together, Byron and me.

[kids in video] Over here.

Oh, you suck, Robbie. Go again.

- Yes... - [Byron] Okay, guys.

Come on, let's get those drills that we practiced yesterday.

- Yeah? Come on. - [Brianna] Game on.

Go for the gear.

Here, Father Swift.

Yeah, let's go.

[Doug] Police have formally identified

two sets of human remains discovered here yesterday

in these remote scrublands

as Damian Alfarno and Jill Manderson, both 25,

residents of Mildura.

The couple, whom devastated family described as

"care-free and adventurous,"

were reported missing over a year ago.

Their phones last active last New Years’ Eve.

According to police,

ballistic injuries and other circumstantial evidence

has led to the opening

of a double-homicide investigation.

Meanwhile, police refuse to speculate

on possible suspects.

These murders did occur only a few weeks before

notorious pedophile priest,

Byron Swift, massacred five innocent parishioners

almost exactly a year ago.

- Good day. - Hi.

Saw you at the club. Martin Scarsden, SMH.

- Who are you with? - Oh, I'm not a journo.

Jane Gibson. I’m a researcher working for the BOM.

Bureau of Meteorology?

Yeah, we were in the area doing some climate surveys.

Tracking floods and storms, hoping for patterns.

And media scrums in your spare time?

[chuckles] It's the only show in town.

But you’re right, let's get back to work.

[ominous music plays]

[Martin] Okay, strugglers.

Nice of you to show up.

And up till then the homicide cases...

[Martin] Sergeant.

Something you should see.

[Brianna] Oh, you suck, Robbie. Go again.

[Martin] This was posted a month before they disappeared.

[Brianna] ...Let it go.

[Piccini] The murdered couple.

[Byron] Okay, guys,

come on, let's get those drills that we practiced yesterday.

- He knew them. - Mm-hmm.

- Send this to me, please. - Sure.

So, the church shooting...

What about it?

Well, there were dozens of people that day.

Byron didn’t shoot any women, any children.

He targeted those five men.

Deliberately murdered them, didn’t he?

So why the false narrative about the random shooting?

Victims’ families deserve to know the truth.

Come on, Sergeant.

I know you want questions asked.

Okay. This is off the record, unofficial.

Mmm-hmm.

I think Swift was part of something bigger.

Friends in high places, you know?

Maybe some sort of paedophile ring.

That's a bit Q-Anon, isn’t it?

What's your evidence?

Interference, bureaucratic obstacles.

The coroner’s inquest keeps getting pushed back.

Well, a year is not really that long of a delay.

And plenty of people in town

don’t even think Swift was a child abuser.

I heard the allegations, I took the victim’s statement.

- And the witnesses. - Were they locals?

- [scoffs] - [Martin] Okay.

So if there was a paedophile ring,

could Harley Reagan have been in on it?

- Byron's last words... - Were fully investigated.

There was no allegations of abuse against Reagan,

no complaints, no illegal material on his devices.

And the worst thing we found was a lot of debt.

And this young couple, murdered and dumped on his land?

Reagan wasn’t even in the state when they were killed.

- Move on. - [Martin] Okay.

But look...

When it comes to a choice

between a cock-up and a conspiracy,

it's a cock-up every time.

Okay, so what was the interference?

I have to get on.

Uh... Excuse me! Wait, please.

Sorry, um...

The other night at the club,

you said that Byron helped.

What did you mean by that?

Nothing.

Come on. You came up, you dropped it in my lap.

It's off the record.

Okay, look.

I teach at the school, right?

Uh-huh.

Well, he gave us stuff.

Stuff? So, like a...

What, like stationery and text books?

No, like...

Sport equipment, laptops,

air-con, photocopiers.

What... Did he ask for anything in return?

Like, access to the kids

or their personal files?

Nothing like that.

Byron saw a need and wanted to help.

But where did he get the money?

Sunday collection plates.

Swan Hill, Bellington, Mildura.

Like all farming communities.

But laptops and AC?

That's a lot of loose change.

Which did a lot of good for Riversend,

lot more than what Council or government has ever done.

It was a gift from God.

[scoffs] Yeah, I'm not sure God buys photocopiers.

If you write something

which takes away what little we've got,

shame on you.

Martin! Mate.

Doug.

Right time, right place, huh?

Wanna share the inside running?

Yeah, nice try.

[Max on phone] A serial killer with a saviour complex?

[Martin] Uh-huh.

[Max] You got anything on this dodgy fundraising angle?

I spoke to the Bellington bishop.

[sighs] He said Byron was a very effective fundraiser.

No record or receipts?

[Martin] All cash which Byron distributed as he saw fit.

How soon can you file?

Two, three hours, tops.

[Max] Sooner, please.

I’ve asked someone from the crime desk

to help with legwork at this end.

They’ll co-write the lead

which will free you up to write your analysis piece.

I’ve asked Beth Ramachandran.

Beth? I don’t need a fucking babysitter.

And I'm not gonna be one either.

[Beth] Martin, you're on speaker.

Hi, Beth.

Hi.

So, I’ve worked up a package,

an explainer on the church shooting,

plus some short bios on the original victims.

And a wrap on what we know about Swift.

[Martin] Okay. Um...

Could you get me some details

on the missing persons investigation too?

Sure. What do you need?

Everything.

[Robbie] All right, buddy.

Let's... Let's just go through this again.

So, it was your idea

to play chicken with Martin Scarsden?

Hmm.

And the arrangement you and Allen had was that

whoever drove the bike would wear the helmet?

Is that right? Okay.

So, am I gonna go to jail?

No. Of course not.

Don’t you worry about that for now.

You just concentrate on getting well,

being there for your Mum, all right?

So, you’re gonna need to take him into the station

to sign his statement.

But there's no rush.

I mean, there's all sorts of crazy there

- with media at the moment. - How come?

Oh those bodies that were found in the scrublands.

[Fran] What bodies?

[Robbie] Young couple, been missing a year or more.

I mean, the timing couldn’t be worse,

given we’re so close to the anniversary.

Are you right, my love?

Well then, I've gotta go.

Take care, Jamie.

All right, mate.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- I... I could get a nurse... - I said...

I'm all right.

[sighs]

Craig, what are we doing?

I need to get back to the shop.

Wait.

[Fran] Oh, there's...

Hi.

Get back in the fucking car.

Get in the fucking car.

I didn’t know you were meeting Father Swift.

Are you deaf or something?

I told you to fucking wait!

[knocking]

Hey, Fran. Everything okay?

Craig's just been, uh...

helping out with some church stuff.

It's good of him.

- Isn't it, mate? - Yeah.

All right. Well, you two have a lovely day, yeah.

[crowd murmuring]

[Gibson] You know the massacre came after

a witness went to the police about the priest’s paedophilia.

[journalist] And what effect did this have on Riversend?

I just come in and out for the climate studies.

[phone notification rings]

If I'm honest, that priest destroyed this town.

- Cute. - Huh?

- Cute place. - Oh, thanks.

So, uh, what do you do here?

Coffees. You want one?

Flat white.

Well, business has picked up.

Should be careful what I wish for.

- [Liam cries] - [Martin] Oh, hey, fella...

I could take him for a bit, if you want.

Don’t you have a story to write?

Just filed, so I'm all yours.

Honestly, an hour would be amazing.

But phone away, full focus.

- Sure thing. - [Liam crying]

Hello, Liam. Yeah.

Ah... Yeah.

- Hey... [chuckles] - It's quick work, Martin.

Piss off, Doug.

[Martin] Ah... Yeah.

Oh, yeah? Did you see the silly man?

Should we help out?

[Mandy] No, no. Just watch.

It's all right. Work is her department.

[Mandy laughing]

[Martin] Here is the Sun Sheep.

And here is the Rain Sheep.

[Mandy] You're a natural.

It's easy with a baby so well versed in Australian literature.

[Mandy chuckles]

He's very clever.

Yeah, must take after his mum.

How much longer are you in town?

Um, not sure yet.

Getting closer to the truth?

I'm glad you stuck around.

Yeah, me too.

I...

better feed this guy and get him down.

- Oh. Yeah, of course. - [both chuckle]

See you, buddy.

- [Mandy] Martin. - Yeah?

Um... maybe we could drink some more of Mum’s wine later.

- Sure. - [chuckles]

[chuckles]

[birds chirping]

[phone notification rings]

Oh...

Serial killer?

What the fuck?

[phone ringing]

- Beth Ramachandran. - [Martin on phone] Beth...

reckon you weren't hard enough on the serial killer headline?

- We don’t actually know yet... - [Beth laughs]

I just thought it was a stronger angle than your,

"Despite two new bodies, most of people say

mass-murdering priest was a really decent guy!"

[Martin] And what's this about the Bellington police

screwing up the investigation?

Oh, so you've thrown a little gratuitous

hatchet job against the local cops?

If you’ll recall, you asked me to chase details

on the Missing Persons investigation.

That’s what Police Media came back with.

Well, you could have given me a heads up.

I just got the local Sergeant on side.

[Beth] I called. Repeatedly.

You do need a babysitter.

Asshole.

- [Martin] Oh, shit. - [knock on door]

Yeah?

Sergeant? I guess you saw the article?

Look, it wasn't my headline

- and I had no idea... - Your phone.

Your story...

[Martin] Wait, wait. What are you doing?

Was it from Police Media?

Wait, you think someone is actually listening in?

You wanted evidence of a conspiracy.

Okay. So, you're suggesting the same people

who shut down the church massacre investigation

are now trying to discredit you through Police Media?

Quacks enough like a duck for me.

All right.

The morning of the massacre,

there were two phone calls on the St. James landline.

Okay? Swift got a call, made a call.

Then went out and shot everyone.

- Yeah. - Kind of important

to find out the call details, you’d think?

Sure.

My request for the data came back redacted.

Carrier referred me to a federal law

that protected certain matters from unauthorised disclosure.

Even to police officers.

Five-years jail if you breach it.

I went to my boss.

The message, loud and clear,

was that it was above my pay grade.

I should leave it alone.

Swift was a creep, went out in flames.

Don’t waste your limited time or resources.

Case closed.

So why are you telling me now?

[Piccini sighs] Because now I know...

They’re trying to hang me out to dry whether I help you or not.

And because it stinks.

And it’s time someone found out the truth.

Okay, let's talk.

[phone ringing]

[scoffs]

[phone notification rings]

[Harley] Hi there, Mandy. It's dad.

Have you seen what your new friend's done now?

[Martin] Hello!

I didn’t want to come empty-handed,

and Errol assured me this is...

So now he is a serial killer?

[Martin sighs]

Mandy, I'm a journalist.

We report the facts.

You can’t even manage that.

I told you he didn’t kill that couple.

There’s evidence that he knew them.

- [Mandy scoffs] - Right, I've got the footage.

And it's all over bloody social media.

They went missing just weeks before his shooting spree.

[Mandy sighs]

I'm telling the same story that everyone else is gonna tell.

I know he didn't kill them.

I'm sorry. But your opinion of him is...

It's not my opinion.

I know he didn’t kill them because I was with him.

Wait, what?

[scoffs]

I was with Byron in Melbourne last New Years,

right across the time that couple went missing.

You were with him?

He's a priest!

Yeah, it’s been known to happen, Martin.

[sighs] F...

You should have told me.

[scoffs]

That I was having an affair with the mass-murdering priest?

Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t want to lead with that.

Liam.

One day,

he’ll have to know who his dad is.

I want him to know the Byron I knew,

not this monster they’ve created.

Mandy...

[chuckles softly] We were in love.

We were gonna run away.

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

[Byron] Mandy, it's me.

Hey.

I am leaving Riversend, you'll come with me?

[chuckling] What?

[Byron] But now, okay? We have to go right now.

[whimpers softly]

I love you, Mandalay.

You know what? Forget it.

No, but Byron...

[Byron] Forget it. There's no time.

[chuckling] What's the hurry?

[Byron sighs]

I have to go.

Goodbye.

[Mandy] Wait, wait, wait, um...

Okay, yes.

[chuckling] Yes?

[Mandy] Yes. I'll... I'll... I'll come get you.

[Byron] No!

No.

You stay at your place, you pack your things

and I'll come to you.

Okay.

[chuckles]

Next thing I know...

five men are dead and...

so is he.

So, that was the call he made that morning.

Someone phoned him just before he rang you.

Do you know who?

No, I don't. I...

I've got to go.

- Where? - The police.

To tell them I was with Byron was New Years.

Hey, hang on. Are you sure you wanna do this?

Mandy? Mandy? Are you really gonna do this?

Why are you asking? Are you asking for me?

Yes!

If you go to the cops and you alibi Byron,

it's a story.

It will be out there,

and I'm going to have to publish it.

Do you have to publish my name?

Yes! You're the alibi.

I thought I could just...

What? Go to the cops and that will be it?

Oh, come on, Mandy. And what about Liam?

What about him?

Liam's dad's my ex from Melbourne, end of story.

H... Hang on!

Why didn't Byron want you to pick him up?

Why did he insist on coming here?

I don't fucking know!

God! Let yourself out.

Fuck!

- [Liam crying] - [Mandy] I know, buddy.

[Martin] Oh, fuck!

[Mandy] I got you. I got you.

[door closes]

[sighs]

[knocks]

Huh.

Now, that's an investment in the future.

[scoffs]

He was British.

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[gunshots from phone]

[ominous music playing]

[Jill] Jesus, Damo. Go, go!

[Damo] I'm trying to fucking drive!

[gunshot]

[Jill screaming]

[Jill breathing heavily]

[gun cocks]

- [Jill] Please... - [gunshot]

[gun cocks]

[ominous music intensifies]