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? All things bright
and beautiful

? All creatures great and small

? All things wise and wonderful

? The Lord God made them all

? The purple-headed mountains

? The river running by

? The sunset and the morning
that brightens up the sky

? All things bright and beautiful

♪ All creatures great and... ♪

Here!

? All things wise and wonderful

♪ The Lord God made them all. ♪

♪ The tall trees in the green wood... ♪

? The meadows for our play

? The rushes by the water

? To gather day by day

? All things bright and beautiful

? All creatures great and small

♪ All things wise and won... ♪

Stanley, what is it?
Is there some news?

Look, I don't, er...
Please, Stanley. Have you found her?

I don't have any information.
I'm sorry.

But if... but if they've been
calling you...

I'm always on call, David.

The parents.
Yeah.

So it's definitely Deborah?

The birthmark's where you said.

Sorry, Sarge.

Keep looking.

Find the rest of her.

I understand.

If I was in your position,
I would want the investigation too.

But it makes sense
to have someone else run it.

What, are you saying
that I can't be objective?

I'm saying
you're emotionally involved.

Now, I know
you think you're at your best -

you're motivated, you're vengeful -

but you are, in reality,
running on empty.

I should order you to go home,
be with your family -

give your friends
the support they need.

What they need, Bernice, is their
daughter's complete body to bury.

And someone to blame.

I'll take full responsibility,
whatever happens.

Alright. Alright.

But if this goes belly-up,
I'll want that memo.

And I'll want it backdated.

And this conversation
will never have happened.

Trouble in paradise?

Don't look at me.
I've got a photo of a cat on my desk.

You three go home, get some sleep.
You've got a dawn start at the tip.

I want her head found.

And I want a search of every bag

in the immediate vicinity
of each of the body parts.

Anything that tells us
where the garbage came from.

As of tomorrow, this investigation
will have our sole focus.

Everything else will go
on the backburner -

personal lives, everything.

Matt, you're with me.

How long have you known them?
Her parents.

A long time.

I'm her godfather, and Linda,
my wife, is Deborah's godmother.

So why me tonight, Sarge?

I'm gonna need
someone in there tonight

who can talk to them
like a policeman, not a friend.

That's why you.

Give us 10 minutes, then come in.

Hi. It's me.

Look. I'm gonna be late tonight.
So don't... don't w ait up. OK?

Hi. It's me.

Look. I'm gonna be late tonight.
So don't... don't w ait up. OK?

She left for school
at 8:00, as usual,

and, um, the headmistress
called midmorning

to check where she was.

She walked to school?

It was only 10 minutes from here.

Alone, or did she meet up with friends?

She did sometimes.

What about boyfriends?

Was Deborah seeing anyone?
No. She was only 16.

We've already told the police all this.

It makes no difference now. She's dead.

Mr Statesman,

I know this is a difficult time
for you and your wife, but...

Look, let me tell you something,
young man,

you have absolutely no idea
of what we're going through.

David, he does understand.

Detective Ryan lost someone
in a similar way.

You've... you've been through this?

My mother.

Only... she was never found.

So tell me something, honestly...

...how do you get past
something like this?

Is it even possible?

Long weekend.

Can't believe
it's only two months ago.

Seems like she's been gone...

...a long time.

I can promise them one thing...

...whoever he is, I'm gonna catch him.

Whoever did this, I'm gonna nail him.

Oh, Stanley, you can't
carry their burden for them.

Don't make promises
you might not be able to keep.

I keep thinking...

...thank God it isn't Stephanie.

I know.

How disgusting is that?

What about breakfast?

No, I can't.
I've got an early start.

What have you got on?

Nothing. Come and see.

No, I meant today.

Are we still on for dinner tonight?

I don't know.
I might be late again tonight.

I've gotta do the rounds
of all the design workshops. Boring!

Well, what about a lunch?

What?

A quick lunch?

I'm sorry, I can't do.

I've got the... the buyer's briefing
for the Hong Kong trip.

I'll be stuck in the office all day.

Looks like
we're out of luck then, eh?

What?

It looks like
we're out of luck then.

Yeah.

I know you've got
people waiting, Mr Croft,

but they're not coming in
until we find the rest of her.

Well, how long's that gonna take?
As long as it takes.

Now, can you answer the question?
Could kick friggin' Morris.

If his dozer hadn't popped the bag
with the leg in it,

we wouldn't be messing about like this.

And there'd still be a family

wondering where
their missing daughter was.

Answer the question.
No, we don't get scavengers in here.

We run them off.

What about intruders at night?

No, forget it. This place is locked up
like Fort Knox - and patrolled.

So how is the rubbish distributed?

What, different trucks,
different areas?

Yeah, but no driver's gonna remember
where he dumped two weeks ago.

It's... it's like an artwork out there,

a sculpture.

But it's always changing, fluid.

Still, looking at the spread,
I'd say it was probably just...

...maybe three different trucks...

I don't know.

Simon, what've you got?

Righto.

They've found her head.

Simon wants to know
who's calling Wolfie.

I don't know how many times
I can bring them this kind of news.

They seem stronger.

The prayer vigil's helping, I think.

Let's get it done.

If you stay awhile?

Pray with them.

The time for prayers is done.

It's time to find this animal.

Three-day window?

Well, close
as the pathologist can get.

It's a moist environment
and it generates a lot of heat.

And they use
what mechanisms

to estimate the time
since she was dumped?

The usual.
What?

Blood pooling,
decomposition, infestation...

OK, so, three days.

Which means -
these are the garbage routes

which were operating
within that time frame, yes?

Yes, we've found
a rates overdue notice,

some bills, old letters.

They give us these garbage routes
for those days.

So, he must've trawled the area
and dropped his cargo in different bins.

Looks that way.

It's not likely he was
prepared to travel long distances,

considering what he was carrying,

so it's a fair bet he lives
close to any of the given routes.

Hmm.

Jennifer, what about you? Any luck?

No similar abduction murders in
New South Wales or South Australia.

I'm still going through the other
databases, but what did pop up

is that seven girls have disappeared
in the last two years in Melbourne

in very similar circumstances.

Similar how?

Well, all expected home
within a few hours,

either on their way
to or from school,

or visiting a friend
or relative locally.

So, what, are you saying

that there are seven teenagers
out there that have been murdered

and we know nothing about them?

No, I'm not saying that.
I've contacted missing persons.

They're classified as runaway,
some of them are already back home,

but all of them disappeared

in more or less the same circumstances
as Deborah Statesman.

I think it's worth following up.
Mmm. So do I.

You and Simon get onto it.

Matt and Duncan, I want doorknocks

on every door
along those garbage routes.

It's possible someone saw him.
I'll get uniforms to help.

That's it. Get cracking.

What?

Er, Sharon Finnegan?

That's right.
I'm Detective Joyner.

This is Detective Mapplethorpe.

You filed a report
with Missing Persons

that your granddaughter
had disappeared.

That was six months ago.

Don't you people talk to each other?

She's in Sydney.

Contacted us by phone,
the day after I called the cops.

I rang and told them.

So she's alright then?

Of course she's alright.

Now she's being paid to stay away
from home by bloody social workers.

Oh, they've got a lot to answer for.

You lot too, for that matter.

Sometimes my animal magnetism
and sheer good looks just aren't enough.

She went
to a rock concert interstate.

She knew that her father and I
would never let her go,

so she just took off.

She arrived back on the Monday
acting as if everything was fine.

Jacqui?

... Albert Park clubrooms
are trashed. Including...

These people are detectives.

Why don't you tell them
where you went

when you did your disappearing act?

But you already did that, didn't you?

So, who was playing at the concert?

My Chemical Romance.

Yeah, nice. How were they?

Sorry.

She's been like this ever since.

She won't talk
and she keeps taking days off school.

She won't be doing that again,
I can assure you.

Those photographs that we passed
on the way in, they're very good.

They're my work, actually.

Oh, do you exhibit? You should.

I particularly like, um,
this one up here,

the way the light shines on his face.

So... you're not really into music, eh?

'Cause My Chemical Romance
cancelled their tour.

Something about the lead singer
having food poisoning.

So, Jacqui,
we're investigating a murder.

The victim was a young girl.
She was about your age.

You might have seen it,
it's been all over the telly.

So what?

Her name was Deborah Statesman.

You know, she disappeared

in pretty much the same circumstances
that you took off in.

And... I know you're lying
about the concert,

and the last thing I wanna do

is stuff things up for you
with your parents,

but I need you to tell me the truth
about where you were.

I was with my boyfriend, alright?

He's older than me.

If they find out,
they're gonna go off their brains.

And don't ask me his name
because I'm not gonna tell you.

She's only 16.

Yeah, going on 30.

I guess as far as her parents
are concerned,

My Chemical Romance
was the lesser of two evils.

Have you heard their music?

Mattie.

Hey, Simon, how's it going?

Mate, it's nowhere.

How's your rubbish bin tango?
Oh, yeah, same.

Lunchbreak. Duncan got generous.

Sit down and everything.

Really? What's the occasion?
Search me.

Where are you going?

Shit!

Matt, what's up?
Mate, I'll get back to you, alright?

Hey, do you think I'm stupid?
What's going on?

I told you, nothing's going on!

Crap. You two
were all over each other.

Duncan, you're hurting me.

I don't think you should
put your hands on her like that.

What? What did you say, Zorba?

You heard. Keep your hands off her.

God!

Get in the car!
You stay out of it!

Sit down, sit down.
He's broken my nose!

Next time you wanna sort out
your personal problems,

just don't drag me along!

Oh, shit.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Tilt your head back.

Go back to the bloody car.

Is he OK?

What do you think, Matt?

Tell that crazy prick
I'll sue his arse.

If he's serious,
you'd better talk him out of it.

Why?
Claire, I don't wanna get into this.

It's between you guys.

But if our boss hears what happened,
Duncan can kiss Homicide goodbye.

So, keep your boyfriend
off his back, OK?

He's rooting her.

I mean, what would you do, hey?

I'd wait until I got home
to deal with it.

I mean, Stanley's got enough
on his plate already

without having to worry
about you having a psychotic episode

in full public view.

Go home. Sort it out.

He nutted him?
The old Glasgow kiss.

Think he'll lay a complaint?

He'd have every reason to.

Detective Joyner...
Sergeant Hatzic.

You've got a visitor.

Jacqui. How are you doing?

I lied about being at my boyfriend's.

Did you? Well, you fooled me.

Yeah, I'm getting good at lying.
I've been doing it a lot.

Did that woman cop
really like Mum's photos?

Or was that just, like, to get her away,
so you could talk to me?

What do you think?

I think Mum's photos are crap.
Hmm.

Who's this?
Jacqui Quinn. One of the runaways.

So, you lied about being
with your boyfriend on the weekend...

Why is she here?

Well, I think we're about to find out.

They were in Norway
at the time.

So, er, what happened?

Do you want some water or something?

I, um... I was on my way home
from school,

and this guy, he, um,
he grabbed me from behind

and then he put something
over my face.

Next thing I remember,
I'm groggy, in a car, tied up.

You know that girl
that you were talking about -

the one that was murdered?

Was she, like, um, into computers?

Um, maybe. I'm not sure, why?

He was watching me in my bedroom.

Oh, I shouldn't have done it.

Mum and Dad are gonna
kill me when they find out.

Sarge.

Gillian. David.

News?

Have you caught him?
No, not as yet.

We need to have a look
at Deborah's bedroom, if we may.

Oh, look, I think, um...

I think it'd be better
if you, um, waited downstairs.

It's us, Stanley.

Will you stop being
a bloody policeman

and tell us what's going on?

Sarge.

Stanley? What is that thing?

It's a camera.

They broadcast over the Internet.

Do you mind if I have a look?

You mean... complete strangers?

She let strangers watch her...

...here?

In her own bedroom?

We think that's how
the killer picked her out.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it's a typical cam girl set-up.

Multi-angles.

Did you find a remote?

Yeah, by the bed.

Er... OK.

On/off. Switch cameras.

Jen left the whole system
up and running. Clever.

I can actually use a computer.

OK, so, now we're live.

And I'm doing the switching from here.

So what is this?
Exhibitionism or something?

Oh, it's in da house!
It's a techno-socio phenomenon.

It's huge in some countries.

It's a new version
of the old 15 minutes of fame -

varies from pretty innocent stuff
to... well, anything, really.

Oh, like what?

Like stripping off
in front of the camera, showering.

Some people even have sex.

Not this one, though.

This all seems pretty low-key to me.

And what makes you say that?

Well, there's no camera
in the bathroom.

You missed camera four.

Oh.
Under the bed.

She probably switched to this,
if, say, she got undressed.

You'd just see
the clothes hitting the floor,

wouldn't see her naked, just her feet.

It's kind of cute, really.

So, Paul, we're assuming
that the, um, the killer chose her

just like he chose Jacqui Quinn.

But I don't understand.
I mean, it's just a room.

How does he find her?

Well, it's easy
if you've got a good system.

I'm doing this live, but your guy
could've recorded the output

and worked on it later at leisure -

just zooming in
on whatever he needed.

I'm guessing he's got
a pretty extensive collection

of recorded material.

Wait... now...

God.

Hello. Live action.

Er, Sarge. Jacqui Quinn's mother's
in your office.

She's a little steamed.

My daughter is here.
Yes, she is.

She's, er, in an interview room.

Well, what, is she in trouble?

Oh, God, it's drugs, isn't it?

She's been caught with drugs.
No. No.

I knew this would happen.
Um, Mrs Quinn, can we...

Whatever she has said,
you can't use it in a court.

You know that, don't you?
She's only 16.

Mrs Quinn, she came to us.

What... what do you mean?
She's not in trouble.

But I do have some bad news.

He said he
was gonna kill me. And you, and Dad.

I was scared.

Look, if you don't wanna
talk to the police, you don't have to.

We can just go home.
No, Mum. I want to get it out.

I need to.

Simon and Jennifer,
you take the statement.

Simon, you lead. You've obviously
made some connection there.

Sarge.

Duncan?

You've got a visitor.

You got my message then?

We can talk in the conference room.
No, no, Duncan.

You're not gonna wheel me
into some quiet little corner

so that you can grovel in private.

Oh, I don't intend on grovelling.
Where were you last night?

No, don't you try
and turn this onto me, Duncan!

Don't make a scene, alright?
We'll talk about this at home.

Oh, so... so it's OK
to embarrass me in public?!

But when it comes to saying sorry,
that's a problem, is that it?

I'm not gonna say sorry. And I don't
expect you to apologise either!

But what I do expect
is some clarity on this relationship.

Now, if you wanna see this guy,
that's fine, I'll deal with it.

But you need to make that decision.

Until you make that decision,
I can't be around you, Claire.

The problem is that you're never home,
you don't trust me.

I told you, nothing is going on!
Well, I'm moving out.

I'm gonna give us some space.

You've got this trip to Hong Kong -
when you get back, I'm gone.

No, no, Duncan. Don't. Don't.
We've gotta sort this out, Claire.

I can't live like this anymore.

I'm sorry.

Shit.

It's like... being on "Big Brother',
only by yourself.

It was supposed to be fun, that's all.

Is there anything
you can remember about this guy?

Jacqui, I know it's hard.

I said I was blindfolded
the whole time.

I didn't see anything.
OK.

OK, let's, um... let's go back
to the beginning.

Now, he came up behind you
and he put something over your face,

and he put you in a car
and you passed out, yeah?

Yeah.
Mm-hm.

I woke up on a bed...

...chained to it.

After that, I was just...

I'd hear a key in the door,
and I knew he was coming back.

Then afterwards
when he'd... finished...

...he'd untie one of my hands

and there'd be,
you know, some food or drink.

When he let me go,
I couldn't really believe it.

I think I was more scared then
than any other time.

He put me on a swing... and he...
he kissed the top of my forehead.

And I just... I sat there holding on,
listening for the van to drive away.

It was ages
before I took off that blindfold.

When I did, it was night
and I was in the park

just around the corner from home.

And I couldn't tell...

I couldn't tell anyone.

Oh, sweetheart.

Jacqui, when we spoke before,
you said you woke up groggy in a car.

But just then you said you waited
for his van to drive away.

Did I?
Mmm.

No, it was a van.

It was a big van.

How do you know?

Because I could reach out
without touching anything.

And I remember a sliding door
on the side.

Do you remember anything else?
Do you remember noises?

Do you remember smells?
That's enough.

It's enough.
She's told you everything she can.

Come on, darling,
I'm taking you home.

No, Mum, it's fine.

When I was awake,
when he was there doing... all that...

...I could hear a drill.

A drill? What kind of drill?

Like the ones those council guys
use to dig up the roads.

We're close. Almost there.
I can feel it in my gut.

My crew have been chasing down
this location all afternoon.

Mm-hm. You want to go in, then?
With a warrant.

On what basis?

We've got the address,
we've got this guy, D'Arcy Carlton,

he's aged 32, a courier,
he's got a Toyota van.

There.

There was a broken sewer pipe
50 metres from his house.

The council did an emergency repair

the very weekend
Jacqui Quinn went missing.

Oh, Stanley, step back, step back,
look at it. It isn't enough.

There's no other van,
no other big van in the street.

The model has a sliding door.

Carlton was off work
when Jacqui was taken.

He was off work
when Deborah was taken too.

It works.

Just falls into place, huh?

Sometimes things happen that way.

Sometimes they're meant
to happen that way.

Sounds like a long bow to me.
Thank you, James.

I need this warrant, Bernice.

We're there.

D'Arcy Carlton?

Yeah?

Detective Senior Sergeant
Stanley Wolfe.

This is a warrant
to search these premises.

Search for what? I don't have any...

Stand aside, please.

Why didn't you answer
the door straightaway?

I didn't hear.
I was running the bath.

What's this about?

Because whatever it is,
I think you've made a mistake.

We'll see.

Hey, please.
Please, that was my mother's.

Oh, er, thanks.

Don't want a flood.

Bring the computer.

Er, I... I work on that.
It has my deliveries.

Mmm. No, you'll get it back.

Bring him too.

Look, I've not done anything.

This is outrageous.
I... I don't know this, er...

...Jacqui Quinn or, er...
Deborah.

Deborah Statesman.
Deborah Statesman!

Deborah Statesman!

Where were you between 4pm
and 10pm on that Friday?!

I already told you I can't remember.
It was months ago.

Sorry, Sarge.
You're wanted - Superintendent.

Interview suspended, 9:27.

Stay with him.

I'm sorry. Enough rope.
You have to release him.

He was off work, no alibi,
we've got the garbage routes,

we've got the roadworks.

What you have is circumstantial -
at best. The DPP will laugh at it.

Don't you talk to me
about detective work, Cotton.

When's the last time you stepped out
from behind your bloody desk?

Nonetheless, he's right, Stanley.

The account of a terrified, drugged
and blindfolded young woman

is not going to cut it
in a courtroom.

Just give me more time.

Oh, why? So you can what?
Ask more questions?

How long's it been now? He hasn't
even raised a sweat yet, has he?

No, he hasn't. That's exactly it.

That is it.

He's too sure of himself.
He's been preparing for this.

He is the one, Bernice.
I know he is.

God told you, did he?

James, that's enough!

I'm sorry, Stanley.

As much regard as I have
for your gut instinct,

this is not the time to run with it.

Release him.

Simon and a uniform crew are gonna
keep watch on the Carlton house,

front and back, until 4am.

After that, I want to continue
round-the-clock surveillance.

I'll organise uniforms, you work
your shifts out between yourselves.

How long do we have to watch him for?

Until I bloody well tell you to stop!

Well, if you guys do the graveyard
shift, I'll take over at 8:00, OK?

I've got a fair bit to do before then.

Fine.

Just as long as you turn up, that's all.

? I built

? A riverboat

♪ For you... ♪

Matt.

Matt!

She fits our profile -
age, the way she disappeared -

late Wednesday, walking home
from her grandmother's.

Little Red Riding Hood.

And this one disappeared
on Wednesday

and we brought Carlton in Thursday.

It's possible.

We've had him
under surveillance ever since.

She still has to be
in there if he's got her.

Oh, he's got her.

Wolfe.

Yeah, Sarge, it's me.

Yeah, she's a cam girl, alright.

All the equipment's here.

Get someone over there
to get into her computer

and get a recent photo from the parents.

Let's go.

What's going on?
I don't know.

Carlton! Police! Open up!

Mr Carlton?

Break in.

Sarge! We don't even have a warrant!

He's not here, Sarge.
He has to be!

He brought his paper in
half an hour ago.

We've been watching the place
front and back.

No, he's here and the girl
too. Somewhere in this house.

Keep searching -
a door, a secret room - something!

Hey. Wolfie's out of line.

It's his call, Duncan.

Check the bedroom.

Duncan!

Couldn't see yourself getting out
to the rubbish tip with this one...

...Mr Carlton?

I'm not stupid.
I knew you were watching me.

No point in hurting the girl anymore.

It's over.

And what, do you think I intend
spending the rest of my life in jail?

No way.

But I imagine you'll do me
a favour, won't you?

I'm betting you'll happily shoot me

to stop me
from slitting this one's throat too.

Why did you kill her? The other girl?

You let all the other ones go.

Because she wouldn't promise.

She wouldn't promise to be quiet.

Even down here when she woke up,
she yelled and she scratched and she...

...she said I didn't scare her.

Little bitch, she didn't
leave me any other choice.

I had to kill her
and I'll kill this one too.

I'm gonna count to three
and then I'm gonna slit her throat.

Unless you pull the trigger.

I would love to, believe me.

But it's in the rules, Mr Carlton -

we don't become the thing we hunt.

One...

What... what if I hurt the girl?
Two...

Wait. Wait!

Are you ready?

Mr Carlton?

Three.

I've got the knife.

Jennifer.
It's OK. It's OK.

I've got you now, you're safe.

Bloody hell, Sarge.

I don't know that I approve
of your methods.

Bit risky whacking him over the head
with a gun, but good result.

Would've been riskier shooting him

and anyway, I didn't wanna give him
what he wanted.

Mmm.

Good morning.
Ma'am.

The, er, the girl's gonna be OK,
Sarge. Well, physically anyway.

I'm not sure if we did
much of a favour saving her.

Oh, she's alive, isn't she?

Matt... all that videotape
down in the basement,

there's a lot of footage there.

You want me to do it?
Mmm.

Yeah.

Look, we've got Carlton, we've got
victims, witnesses, photos, tapes...

Deborah's parents have suffered
enough, don't you think?

If he's got any videotape
of Deborah, in her room...

Evidence can so easily get lost.

A beautiful, wonderful promise
of all the things

that she eventually grew up to.

? I don't believe
in the existence of angels

? But looking at you

? I wonder if that's true

? But if I did,
I would summon them together

? And ask them to watch over you

? Well, to each burn a candle for you

? To make bright and clear your path

? And walk like Christ
in grace and love

? And guide you into my arms

? Into my arms, oh, Lord

? Into my arms,
oh, Lord

? Into my arms, oh, Lord

♪ Into my arms. ♪