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Previously on City Homicide...

Physical evidence doesn't tell us
what's going on up here, does it?

I got the green light. I'm back.

You'd better be leaving
that weapon of yours in its holster

unless you've got
a damn good reason to take it out.

What's this... about, Sergeant?

Your ID maybe?

The one I found
in the back of my wife's car.

Her name's Natalie Pierce.

That's her husband up there.
He reckons she jumped.

Any idea why she?
Every bloody idea.

We had a fire
and we lost both our kids.

Did you kill your wife, Mr Pierce?

The man's children
were killed in a fire.

His wife has just committed suicide.

Now... Oh, call me old-fashioned,
I would have thought that might require

a little bit of sensitivity
on our part.

The last call she made was to
a Dr Patrick Swain, plastic surgeon.

We both went to sleep.
We'd been... we'd been drugged.

This is the guy I saw getting
in the lift. What's his story?

He's a cop.
Bloody hell.

Don't hurt her.
Put the cleaver down!

Pick up Klein. He's just beaten
McCready half to death.

Keep your hands where I can see them!

That's him.
He kept asking about my wife.

This key opens room 116.
It's a very important room.

Seven fires in nine years.

The psychiatrist Sean McCready,
his children were the first.

Then Craig and Natalie Pierce's
children, they were the last.

Why kill the kids? Why
come back and torment the parents?

This isn't a trophy room,
it's a crime profile wall.

This is an office.
He didn't kill any of these children.

He's trying to work out who did.

"In the hands of giants
ever are the children.

"Grateful should be the man
who has in his quiver two of them."

Psalms 127.

The cards look the same
but they're not.

The number of arrows
in each quiver changes

depending on how many children
were burnt to death in each fire.

That's what this person does.

Murders the children
then sends a wreath to the funeral

to taunt the parents.

And they don't even know
they're being taunted.

Did you know that 85% of marriages
fail after the death of a child?

I didn't.

Not until I tried tracking
some of the parents down.

Most had separated.

Five had committed suicide.

Natalie Pierce
was the last one to kill herself.

That was my fault.

I put too much pressure on her.

Four years ago I was having an affair
with a woman named Rosemary Smith.

The affair lasted just over a year.

It finished when her children
were burnt to death in a house fire.

They were home alone at the time.

They were home alone
because their mother was with me.

I didn't work it out until later
that that was fire number four.

Rosemary never believed
it was an accident.

She said, "You're a copper,
you've got to help me.

"And if you don't help me
I'll kill myself."

Well, seeing I wasn't getting
the sex anymore,

I didn't need the aggravation, did I?

But Rosemary kept pushing,

pushing and pushing.

Making phone calls to me.

They started off
just every now and then,

occasional fax.

Then it got to the stage where
the phone calls became incessant,

and the faxes, well, I just
pulled them out of the machine

and chucked them in the bin.

Why's she in there instead of us?
She's not even on our bloody crew.

Shut up, Freeman.

And then one day,
Rosemary threatened me.

I said, "I've got to put
an end to this."

So I set the meeting and...

...and she never turned up.

Disappeared completely.

Three days after she disappeared,
I got a package.

It was from Rosemary,
it was like an insurance policy.

I open it up and it was just reams...

Reams and reams of paper.

Notes written on tissue
and bits of cardboard.

She'd managed to track down
some of the mothers,

found out they were having affairs
at the time of their children's death.

Then there was the funeral cards.

When I looked at the cards,

they were the same handwriting
and the same ink.

And she was right.

So you decided whoever killed all
the kids probably killed Rosemary.

Is that right?
Yeah.

I didn't do my job, Stanley.

When she needed me the most
I didn't do my job.

DS Klein. He's in public relations,
isn't he?

Right now, he's sitting in remand.

A rogue cop running his own case
on a child killer.

Great PR.

Media involvement?
None, yet.

As far as I know.
Good. Let's keep it that way.

Well, that could be tricky, Bill.

The task force is 30 strong.

This is the Commissioner Mulholland.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Lips zipped.

Your responsibility, Bernice.

If the public gets even a sniff

that there's a multiple offender
out there killing children,

things are going to get very ugly,

which will make our job
that much bloody harder.

We're on this around the clock,
all of us.

Is that a problem for you?

No, ma'am.

Good.

I'll see to it that
you're as well resourced as I can.

Anything your crews need
I'm a phone call away, 24 hours.

I want to bring this one in
as fast as we can.

Thank you, ma'am.

Alright, 10 minutes, then we're
back in here for task allocation.

Good.

Hey, what's with pinching
my crew members?

I thought Jen Mapplethorpe
was meant to be on my team.

Well, Larry Klein's got this, ah...

It's a Don Quixote thing happening.

I thought a woman might bring
something useful to the mix.

Sounds like bulldust to me, mate.

Next time ask, OK?

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Hel...
Lorraine.

Simon, darling.

So have you found it yet?

Found what?

My ID. What do you think
I'm talking about?

Sweetie, I've looked everywhere.
It isn't here.

He must have it in his office.

So has he said anything yet?

He's spoken to me.

Lorraine, your husband is going to
drop me in the poo with my boss.

Now, he will tell him everything.

Now, my boss is a Christian,

he goes to church every Sunday,
for Christ's sake.

Simon, there's nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.

You know how it is, babe,
no pleasure without pain.

How does he start the fires?

I mean, if they were deliberately lit,

why didn't Arson pick up on it?

Arson wrote up all seven of the fires
as household accidents.

Obviously, whoever started the fires
knew exactly what they were doing.

Plus, remember it happened over
a 9-year period, in different areas.

Until now, there's no reason to think
they might be related.

We've already got the files
on the McCready and Pierce fires.

The rest are being couriered over
from Arson.

We've assigned people
to go through the lot from scratch.

So check your task sheets.

This person makes sure
that the kids are home alone.

How does he get them
to open the door?

I mean, they can't break in,
Arson'd pick that up surely.

Hmm, again we don't know.

Do we know if this arsonist
even exists?

We just spent three days, you know,

wondering if Klein existed
and he did.

Mad as an old coot.

Yeah, well, look, fruit loop or not,
what Klein says makes sense.

This woman disappeared because she
either saw the man we're looking for

or she found out who he was.

Rosemary Smith.
Missing, probably dead.

We're going to be concentrating
on finding her ex-husband,

among other things.

Yeah, Smith. Good luck with that one.

Right, you're allocated
the job, Joyner.

The rest of you button it,
you might learn something.

Ah, we've got a bit
to get through here.

Tasks - Freeman and Ryan,

check out the hotel where Dr Swain
and Natalie Pierce were drugged.

See what you can dig up.

This was their regular room?
Si.

What do you expect? Clues?

All rooms cleaned every day
after they're used.

I run a very good hotel.

Yeah, with rooms that you can rent
for the afternoon.

What you say?

That I run bordello?
Dad!

Take him out.

Come on.

They came here once a fortnight.

Yeah.

Did they eat or drink in their room?

They always had champagne.

Lunch in the restaurant
and champagne in here.

That day they checked out
much later than usual.

The guy, he says it was
because they'd been drugged.

Ah, I don't know.

Carla, I know your father's worried
about the hotel,

but I've got a whole bunch
of dead kids to worry about.

There was an intruder
in the hotel on that day.

I came up to service another room
and I saw him come out of here.

The champagne was already here?

Yeah, but... I checked -
nothing had been disturbed.

The champagne was still here,
it hadn't even been opened.

How could he have drugged it?

Have you ever heard of a hypodermic?

Did you get a look at this guy?

He just about knocked me over
and he ran out, so no.

But he was wearing
a jacket with a hood.

I checked over here and I saw him,
he ran across the road.

There was a cabbie there.
He drove him away.

Do you remember the name of the cab
company? I know it was a while ago.

Yeah, sure. I know the driver too.

He's African, he's got dreads.

He's nice.
I take him coffee sometimes.

Only speaking to give me the address.
But I'm sure he was Australian.

No tip. Aussies never tip.

Can you describe him?

Not really. No.

It was a while ago.

But he was Mister Medium.
He had a hood on.

But I wasn't about to take
a very good look at him anyway.

Why not?

Because he was freaking me out.

He was scary.
Scrunched up in the back.

Throwing my money at me
and taking off so fast,

he stumbled down this driveway.

Are you sure this is the house?

Yeah, this driveway.
That's what I'm saying.

OK. Thanks.
Alright. Thank you.

We should call it in.

Forget it, Matt. You want
to earn points, show initiative.

Good morning. How are you today?
Good morning. How are you?

Detective Freeman, Detective Ryan,
Homicide. Where's the owner?

I hope this won't take long.
The auction starts in about an hour.

Your mother rented
the apartment to him for how long?

Oh, I don't know. Years.
I'd have to check.

"Apartment' might be a bit grand.

More like a bed-sit on steroids.

Can you give us a description?

Sure, about five foot, grey hair,
glasses. Liked floral prints.

Oh, sorry, that's Mum.

Look, I hardly ever saw the guy.

I mean, he never used the place much.
I think he travelled a lot.

When did he pull up stumps?

Oh, about the same time Mum died.

In fact, that same weekend.

Yeah, about 10 months, give or take.

I stacked a lot of Mum's clutter in here
to make more space in the house.

Presentation.

Of course.

Oh!

Smell.

Damp. Yeah, the roof's not great.

Renovator's delight.

How did he pay the rent?
Cash.

In advance. Straight to Mum.

Matt.

Could be blood.
Blood?

Oh, don't be silly. No, no,
it was just damp, that's all.

I mean, the whole roof's rusted out.

If you could come
to the Homicide office with us.

I have an auction
starting in about an hour.

I mean, I hardly ever saw this bloke

and I certainly don't remember
what he looked like.

I really don't think
you should be doing that.

Oh, shit!

Oh, you can't be serious.
I've spent a fortune on this auction.

I'm sorry but this entire area
is now a crime scene.

No, you can't just walk in here...

Well, actually we can.

It's going to take some time so
I'd appreciate it if you'd do as I ask

and go through your mother's papers.

A name could be extremely helpful,
even a false one. Excuse me.

There was a handbag
wrapped up with the rest of the body.

No effort to conceal
her identity at all.

Hmm.
Rosemary Smith. Klein's girlfriend.

How long has she been
cooking in that roof?

They reckon almost a year,

which is around the time
our mystery tenant moved on.

So Klein was right. She somehow
figured out this guy's identity.

Hmm, got herself murdered
in the process.

Hey, listen, Sarge, what's going to
happen with my suit? It's ruined.

Your point being?
Well, it's a Hugo Boss!

I want that shed searched as well.
Anywhere he might have had access.

Hey, who's going to pay for my suit?

Police association.

Hello, tiger.

Hello, beautiful. How are you?

Good. Can you bring this home?

Thanks for the suit.

So what happened?

Oh, don't ask.

Oh, OK.
And don't forget dinner tonight.

Oh, about that, Claire.
I'm going to be stuck here a while.

Babe...
I know.

You know how it is.

How does someone as stitched up
as Duncan score a woman like that?

I bet he loves getting her up here
too and watching you lot drool.

They live together, don't they?

Yeah. Just over a year.

Engaged.

Kept it secret for a while.

Right, speaking about secrets,
what's this about you speaking Italian?

Who speaks Italian?
Matt does, according to Duncan.

How long have I known you?
Long enough, obviously.

Really?
My mother was Italian.

Alright then, let's hear some.

Come on, Mattie,
say something. Something romantic.

What did you say?

I need a new chair.

This one's very uncomfortable.

Very funny, Matt.

Very smooth. Very, very smooth.

You know, you really need to decide
which desk you work at.

We're brainstorming, Sergeant.

Yeah? Sounds more like
a chat fest to me.

Where are you at with finding
Mrs Mush's husband?

Rosemary Smith's husband.

Well, I'm nowhere, Sarge.

See, he's English
and he came out here years ago

and I put money on the fact
he's gone back.

So we're not going to find him.
Look harder.

You, McCready arson file.
Come on, get on with it.

Homicide.

And don't think scoring second chair
on the Larry Klein interview

makes you Nancy Drew.

I mean, how'd you manage that anyway?

Is there something going on here
I should know about?

I'll pretend I didn't hear you
say that, Senior Sergeant.

What can I say,
she'll do anything for me.

Yeah, you want to get
that thing on, Romeo?

They're bringing Larry Klein
over from remand.

Oh, come to defend
her honour, have we?

Listen, Sarge, this is
obviously eating you up,

so everything on the table.

If you're going to talk
to Wolfie about my ID

and this other stuff with your wife,

why don't you just get on with it?

Ah, oh, let me see now.

Maybe it's because
I enjoy watching you squirm.

Or maybe it's because the longer
I leave it, the more pissed off I'll get

and the better I'll enjoy
toasting your arse.

So maybe I just tell him myself
and spoil your little game.

Yeah. Like you've got the balls.

Where'd you find her?

In a granny flat
in a backyard out west.

She was, um... wrapped in plastic
in the ceiling.

We believe he used the place
as a safe house.

To prepare the fires
and clean up afterwards.

We're at a dead end
with the guy she was onto, Larry -

no prints, no descriptions,
DNA, nothing.

I've given you everything I've got.

Well, it's too late now,
isn't it, Larry?

Because keeping quiet kills.

Now, if you'd come forward with your
girlfriend's suspicions a lot earlier

and shared them with your colleagues...

I did share them with my colleagues.

I went through every
channel in the book.

I went to my boss, then I went to
his boss and then I went to his boss.

And I tell you something, the higher
you go, the further they can drop you.

All the way to the media unit.
You're an arsehole.

Yeah, well, I'm not here
to make friends, am I?

Look... Larry,

all we're trying to do is get...

Oh, don't try the good cop, bad cop
routine with me, please.

It's all on your board upstairs, Stan.

Sorry about Rosemary Smith...
Oh, screw you.

Screw me. Screw them all.
Screw the courts.

I got stonewalled
every inch of the way.

So I decided to do it myself, because
your way doesn't work anymore.

If I would have caught
this bastard...

...I would have burnt him slowly
with a blowtorch.

Slowly.

Waste of time.

Hey, root-meister,

you hear that bell?

What bell?
The one that tolls for you, prick.

I think I've had my jollies for now.

Time's up.

You know, maybe
you should ask yourself

why Lorraine was seeing me
in the first place.

You little shit!

I'm going to enjoy seeing you
back in uniform.

Cockroach.

Oh, that won't even touch the sides.

Klein's probably knocking a few back
tonight too, wouldn't you reckon?

And we care because?

Come on, Dunny, you pushed him
a bit hard, mate.

He just lost his girlfriend.
It was his ex-girlfriend.

It was 10 months ago.

Well, he's a screw-up.
He's certifiable.

I mean, what are we
supposed to do, counsel him?

Home?
Hmm.

No, I've got to go back into work.

Go through the files.
Manson's coming in tomorrow.

Oh, profiling's so boring.

You know, if anyone needs to see
a psychiatrist, it's Klein, not us.

What are you doing?

Well, I can't have you looking
more dedicated than me, now, can I?

You coming?

What happened?

Sparkesy had a coronary.

What?!

Shit!
Simon...

...one moment.

I believe this is yours.

Yeah.

I must have dropped it.

Wilton Sparkes had it.

Did he?

Mmm.

Well, he must have picked it up.

He was angry. Very angry about you.

Really?

What did he say?

You don't know?

No idea.

Well...

...I think we should take up
a collection for Sparkesy, don't you?

Get a bit of cash, see him through.

And Lorraine.

Mmm.

Mmm. That's a good idea.

Is that it, Sarge?

Yeah.

For now.

The perpetrator
is certainly well-read,

as a reference
to the Psalms indicates.

He's highly intelligent.

Very likely a professional.

I say "he' because
of your evidence so far.

Plus, crimes of this nature
are seldom committed by women.

This particular man has found
a mechanism for killing

which distances him
from his young victims.

He's not interested in their pain.

He's interested in the pain
that he causes by their deaths.

We think that this guy
killed Rosemary Smith

because she identified him.

Do you agree with that?

Well, it's highly likely.

Her death was an aberration,

a necessary departure
from his normal process.

Impulse initially.

Probably she threatened him,
his activities,

and he reacted by murdering her.

He also has a way with kids, right?

I mean, how does he get them
to open the door?

It's a good question.

His killing scenario is complex.

He puts in a lot of ground work.

Identifying his young victims,

engineering it so that the parents
leave the children alone.

The only unknown is whether he can
persuade the kids to open the door.

Obviously he's confident
he can do that.

He understands kids
and the way they think.

So... what does that tell us?

It's possible he's a parent himself.
Childcare worker, teacher.

Electrician?

Are we certain he couldn't in some
way be connected to the families?

All of them, I think that's unlikely.
We're checking into it, of course.

The autopsy says that Rosemary Smith
died from a blow to the head.

But she also had a broken hyoid bone.

So, in other words, her killer
hanged her after she was dead.

Why would a killer do that?

Well, there's some kind of symbolism
there. Hanging the dead body.

Enactment of a trophy scenario,
perhaps?

Revisitation of an earlier trauma?

We really need more information.

All the women were involved
in affairs, and that's the key here.

He's punishing the mothers.

And all the fires
were started

by what appeared to be
faulty electrical appliances -

a toaster or a heater.

Good enough to fool Arson.
He has to have set those things up.

How does he know that the women
are doing the dirty on their partners?

You work that out and I reckon
you'll find your killer.

Inspector Charlie Sullivan.

Ex-inspector, laddie. I'm retired.

Simon Joyner, Homicide.

Your wife said I might find you here.

It beats bowls.

What can I do for you?

I want to pick your brains about
a case you worked, nine years ago.

Oh, who are we talking about?

A suicide. Glenda McCready.
Her husband's a psychiatrist.

Sean McCready?

What's he done now?

Sullivan investigated
Glenda McCready's suicide,

only he reckons it wasn't suicide.

He thinks Sean McCready
killed his wife.

There's nothing
about any of this in McCready's file.

That's because the continuing
investigation was nipped in the bud.

McCready had the sympathy vote.

He just lost his kids in a fire,
he almost died himself.

The braid didn't want to get
the media offside. It's all politics.

And the one who pulled the plug was
Assistant Commissioner Mulholland.

Oh, great.

Three guesses who stonewalled Klein
when the case resurfaced.

We're going to be popular.

You know what got me thinking? The
other parents who killed themselves.

Natalie Pierce jumped to her death,
two others took sleeping tablets,

another one said hello
to the front of a train.

How did Glenda McCready
commit suicide?

She hanged herself.
She hanged herself.

And after Rosemary Smith was dead,
her killer hanged her.

The forensic shrink said
that he could be revisiting

a previous scenario,
an earlier trauma.

The McCready fire was the first one,
it kicked everything off.

And when you think about it,
it was the odd one out in every way.

He's a shrink. People confide in him.

I mean, that could be how
he's finding out

these women are having affairs.

Plus, Glenda McCready
was on with someone else.

Charlie told you that, did he?

He reckons she was about to do a
runner with the boyfriend, take the kids.

So McCready has got every reason
to have a fixation

with unfaithful wives.

How do you explain McCready
almost dying trying to save his children?

Murder-suicide, maybe.

He wants to punish his wife,

so kill himself,
take the kids with him.

Only maybe he loses his nerve,
gets out of the house at the last minute.

And then he becomes this
self-righteous moral enforcer.

Punishing other cheating wives
by killing their kids.

It's a good theory, Sarge.

It's a bloody good one.

Go to the hospital, talk to McCready.
You two start a paper chase on him.

My mates in Fraud
can help us with that.

Good work, Simon.

Thanks, Sarge.

"My mates in Fraud."

Knock it off, Duncan.
You're like a broken record.

So you're part of our crew again
or what?

Well, ask Stanley.

Like I have to.
I know a brown nose when I see one.

You know the difference
between you and a sergeant, Duncan?

I have to take shit from a sergeant.

Coming?

Hello. Homicide.

I am going to enjoy this.

Right, so we start with the fires.

We'll ask him about
his wife's suicide,

we'll just see how worked up he gets.

And hey... softly, softly
catchy monkey, yeah?

Shit.

Dr McCready!

Police!

Let's try around the back.
OK.

Oh, he's away for a few days.

Who are you?

I'm from next door.
I get in the mail and water the plants.

Does he go away often?
A couple of times a year.

Thanks.
To medical seminars, I think.

Yeah, right.
Is everything alright?

Done a runner.
Yeah, looks like it.

Why? He can't have known
we were looking at him.

Maybe he was planning something.

He just bought himself a new heater.

It's the only way
we're going to get the evidence

to connect McCready
to all the families.

You'll never get a warrant for that.

No, I won't, but you might.

It's chicken and egg.

You need to access his files to find out
if he counselled these couples.

You need evidence in order
to gain access to the files.

The technical term is you're stuffed.

The heater box.

Doesn't mean a thing.

Why burn it? Why did he check himself
out of hospital against advice?

Why disappear? He's gearing up
for another one, Bernice. Come on.

Yeah, look, Bill Mulholland
is rabid about keeping this dark.

Even though we're making
good progress,

there's no way he's going to push
for a warrant

unless we're guaranteed a result.

OK.

Well, I think I can throw some light

on the Assistant Commissioner's
reluctance.

Let me get this straight, Bernice.

You want me to talk to a judge,

get them to OK a warrant
in order to bust open a case

which I personally put the mockers on
10 years ago?

Yeah, that just about covers it, sir.

Look, it hasn't gone away.

There are children dying and I'm sure
it hasn't escaped your attention

that you swing
a much bigger dick than I do.

Not when it's going to poke me
in the eye, I don't.

So pathetically
predictable, Fiona.

Every other Saturday.

Shhh.

Damn it!

I need more to squeeze him with,
Stanley.

Have we got anything?

Yeah, we're going
through credit records.

Psychiatrists are expensive.
Most people pay by credit card.

Keep at it.
Mulholland's not being helpful.

And the Superintendent can't swing
a warrant to get into McCready's files

unless we establish
a stronger connection.

Well, Waverley's not going to put
her head on the block, is she?

We nail McCready,
and Mulholland looks like an idiot.

Superintendent Waverley
will put whatever it takes on the block,

detective.

Now, find me something to work with.

Duncan! Look at this.

What have you got?

We got a hit!

Rosemary Smith made
regular payments to Sean McCready

for six months, four years ago.

Duncan, get yourself over
to pick up a warrant

then help with the file search
at McCready's.

No worries, Sarge.
Bill, Bernice.

I think you may have to reconsider
the warrant on the McCready case.

Yes?
Hello. I am so sorry to trouble you.

My dog's just been hit by a car.

Your mum was in a hurry
but she said it would be OK

if I came in to make
a quick call to my wife.

I'm... I'm looking after my brothers.
I don't know...

Look, I'm sorry,
he's just really badly hurt.

It will just be a quick call.

I'm a friend of your mum. Of Fiona's.

You must be Louisa, right?

OK. Come in.

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

Tell Superintendent Waverley
we love her.

I've got a Johnston here.

Ah, yep. The second fire.

William and Carol.

No go. This is a Brent Johnston.

There's two Smiths. But no Rosemary.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

We've already confirmed
that she was one of his patients.

Well, she's not here.

None of the other parents are here
either. It's a dead-end, Sarge.

Have you found a patient list?

Yes, Sarge,
but it's only current patients.

Well, check the patient list
against the files.

How's that going to help?

Well, if he's been pulling
the files of his victims,

the file of his next target
could be missing too.

But the names would still be on
the patient list. That's brilliant.

We may not have evidence
of the previous fires

but we may be able to prevent
the next one.

Get a move on, gentlemen!

Good girl, Louisa.
Look after your brothers.

Who's got Fanning?
Yep.

Fairclough?
Yes.

Fenton?
Yes.

Fisk?
Yes.

Garfield?
Yes.

Garner?
Yes.

Jones?
Yep.

Ogilvy?
Yeah.

O'Grady?
Yeah.

Oldfield?
Yeah.

Paine?
Yes.

Patterson?

Hang on. Patterson?

Yeah, Fiona and Jeffrey.

Ah, no. No, no Patterson.

Are you sure?
No, it's definitely not here.

Get the address.
Have you got the address?

Ah, it's 5 Moorehaven Street,
East Melton.

Go. Now! The three of you.

Mama! Mama!

What number?
What number?

Five.

I think we're going up.
It's on the left.

You smell that?
Smoke.

Right, round the back.
Call the fire brigade!

Round the back.

Move!
Arggh!

Where are the kids?
Which room are they in?

Ask their mother.
She should be looking after them.

Which room? Come on!

Ask their whore of a mother
where they sleep.

COME ON!

This will teach the whore!

Shut up!

Ohh!
Dunny! Cut it out!

Where? Which room? You tell us!

You find them.

No!

You!
No! Not inside!

I can't go inside!

No! No! No, not again!
I won't be burnt again.

I won't be burnt again!

You'll bloody well fry if you don't tell us
where those kids are, McCready.

The stairs. Up the stairs.

Show us!

Take us!

Call out if you can hear us.

Police! Is anyone here?

Lead me up!
Is anyone up here?

On the left.
In the bedroom.

Come on. Everybody out. We're
police, we're here to look after you.

OK, now, everyone together?

OK. Now, I'm Duncan.
Keep your heads down. Come on.

That's not going to work.

Come on, back in the room.
In the room.

Come on, in the room,
in the room, go on.

Shut the door.
In here.

What now?
The window. The window.

We can't get back down.

I've got an idea.

Yeah, yeah. Get the trampoline.

Alright, who wants to go
on the trampoline?

Who loves the trampoline?
Me.

Do you love a trampoline?
Do you love a trampoline?

Come on. Yeah. Quick!

James. OK, James,
you're going to go first. OK.

Alright, Dunny, let's go.

Simon, this is James.

James, that's Simon down there,
he's going to catch you, OK?

Simon, you ready?
Alright, James, big jump, mate.

Big jump.
Alright, here we go.

Hold on.
Have you got him?

Yeah, I've got him, I've got him.
Right, you OK, mate?

Yeah, good boy.

You go after your brother, eh?
Yeah? Yeah? OK, this is Simon.

Good name, Simon. Come on, mate.
Simon's going to catch you, OK?

Big jump.
Keep looking at me. He's coming down.

Yep, yep, yep.
Have you got him?

Yeah, I've got him. Arggh!

NO!

Somebody!
She comes with me.

Put her down. Let her go, McCready.

Let her go, McCready.

Put her down!

Come on. He's dead,
forget him. Come on.

Larry. Thanks, Jennifer.

You can get over to the hospital
if you like.

It's over, Larry.

You got the person that did this?

Sean McCready, the psychiatrist.

I was that close, was I?

Mmm.

What happened?

He targeted another family.
Started another fire.

Fortunately we got there in time
to save the kids.

There were three of them.

Three? Good.

And he's admitted to everything?

You got your wish, Larry.

The fire got him.

He burned.

Good.

Good, Stan.

Good.

You weren't in your office.

No. Sorry.

Press conference - 20 minutes.

Good to have something positive
for a change.

You do know it's going to come out
sooner or later, don't you?

What's that?

The fact that you put the kibosh
on the McCready investigation

nine years ago.

Did I?

There's an old saying
in this business, Bernice,

fight the battles that come to you,
don't sweat the other stuff.

The three children.
Louise. Simon and James. Were saved

by members of the Homicide Task
Force. Who have been investigating

a series of arson murders which have
taken place over the last nine years.

Hi.
G'day.

Mulholland's on.
I bet you he takes all the credit.

A further tragedy
w as averted tonight.

Thanks to the ex cellent work
of the Homicide Task Force...

Waverley won't mind.

The louder he's allowed
to bang the drum,

the less likely
he'll have a go at her.

... Senior Constables Ry an.
Joyner and Freeman.

All of who risked their lives.
Hey, we're famous.

There goes a career in Undercover.

How is he?

Ask him.

What's Italian for my wrist's broken?

Dickhead!

We run through a burning building
without a scratch on us

and you get bounced
by a six-year-old.

You're hopeless, mate.
You are hopeless.

He was big for his age.
I lost my balance.

I'll say it again, you're hopeless.

You coming for a drink?
No.

You know I don't like
those cop joints.

Don't worry about Duncan.
He'll come around.

You lot are like
the Three Musketeers.

All for one and bugger the rest.

Matt, move your arse.

Go celebrate. You nailed him.

Yeah. We did.

You have one new message.

Message received today at 9pm.

Where are you? It's me.

It's Matt.

Simon reckons you need
to read your classics.

There were actually four Musketeers -

Athos. Porthos. Aramis
and D'Artagnan.

See you tomorrow.