All language subtitles for R.T.P.S02E01.WEB.H264-RBB

Hello, it's DI Clarke.

Clarke?

I can't believe you came back.

I mean, it's been six years,

and still no-one here likes me.

I'm gonna get on to HQ.

Tell them to send down a detective.

We don't need another detective.

Clarke,

Detective Inspector,
Metropolitan Police.

This is your house?
You can see it from the surf.

You grew up here,
and you chose to move to London.

Apparently, you're under suspension.

Please don't call me again.

No, don't go!

Hi.

Is there anything going on
between DI Clarke and Glenn Strong?

REGGIE: I mean, unless you count

her leaving him
at the altar six years ago,

flying to London
and never speaking to him again.

Yeah, well, running away
from something

doesn't mean it's over.

That ship has sailed to calmer,
kinder waters.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

PHILOMENA: I heard from DI Mooney
that your inquiry is finished.

I am free to go back to London.

I know, Frankie. I know.

I think I still love her, too.

Sorry, mad rush!

Just hold your line there!
Oi!

Watch it!

I'm standing at Arrivals.

I've been waiting half an hour.

MACKENZIE: (ON PHONE)
Well, that's clearly a lie.

You're puffing.

It's not a lie.

You do know I am a detective?

I'm just breathless
with anticipation.

You might have to wait
a little longer.

Didn't quite make it to the airport.

Do you think you could have
told me this

before I nearly blew up my heart
running?

Ah, so it was a lie.

What happened?
Uh...

I stopped to think about something,

and I guess that was yesterday.

Think about what?
I thought you solved your case.

Nope, not my case. It was a...

..personal matter.

As I recall, you don't have those.

It's just that the last time I did,
I...

I ran away.
And I think maybe I should try

not to do that any more.

Oh, we're talking about
your failed wedding, are we?

Well, I was trying to be oblique.

You do know I'm a detective?

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you were having feelings.

I'm not having feelings.

Sort them out,
give me a call when you're done.

No. I'm just going to get
on the next plane.

Sorry, breaking up here!

Don't you dare.

Ah! Bad line!

No, no, no, wait! Wait, wait!

Can you get those samples
into the fridge

and quickly this time?

Of course. But you're late.
They're waiting.

We're in the business
of stopping human ageing,

and our groundbreaking
shark research

is at the very centre
of that vision.

I am extremely proud to announce
that Sharktech -

formerly a part
of South Coast University -

has begun to attract
the attention...

I'm way behind.
I'll see you back at the lab.

You don't want to stay
for the pitch?

I wrote the pitch.

This is a monumental moment for us.

Clementine Clovelly,
Dolphin Cove Echo.

Can you explain how shark research

will actually help us stop ageing?

For that,
I would now like to hand over

to one of the world's
leading shark experts,

Associate Professor Brian Chandler.

Uh, thank you, Asher.

We've been carrying out
genetic research

into how white sharks stabilise
and adapt their DNA.

We've also been tracking them to...

Why don't you just leave them alone?

I'm sorry, you're from?
You know who I am.

Can you explain how
trapping sharks on drum lines

is impacting on fish populations?
It's not.

Well, that's not
what the fishermen are saying.

Thank you.
The...

If we could please bring it back
to Sharktech's research.

Clementine, a follow-up?

(CAR HORN HONKS)

I'm charging you double
on the way back.

Course you are.

Good morning.

Not again.

(SIGHS)

Why didn't you ask him to leave?

I'm operations mate,
not your personal security guard.

He made us look like idiots.

Brian, forget about it.
It went well.

And tomorrow morning
there's going to be

articles everywhere
about the amazing work

going on at Sharktech. Yeah?

Our work, which continues.

Are you going out on the boat?

Yeah,
I've got to check the drum lines.

I'll drop you down there.
Yeah.

I've got an idea
I want to pick your brain about.

Alright, Brian's out and away.

Well, thank you both so much
for this morning.

Shame about what's-his-name
interrupting.

Alright. Ten minutes to catch up
on the rest of the day.

Mm-hm.

(CLEARS THROAT)

It's illegal without a licence,
you know?

She's a pet.

Mm? What's her name?
Caroline.

How old?

14 months.

Date of birth?
31st of July, 2024.

Mm.

Cancer?
Leo.

Well, make sure she's on a lead.

Will do.

It's a surprise
for Daisy's mum's birthday,

she loves them.

Sorry if this is a stupid question,

but aren't you meant to be
in London?

Yes.

So, why aren't you?

Well, it sort of involves...
Stop.

No, let me say it.

No, Mack. Stop! Hey!

He looks too far gone.

Here.

Oh.

Just watch out for the...
Mm-hm.

What do you think? Out fishing?

No.

No rods, no lines.

Hm.

"Brian Chandler."

Works for Sharktech.

Looks like a heart attack or stroke.

There's not much we can do for him.

The morgue,
they can come and, uh...

He's wearing a silver chain.

Only a crime against fashion.

No, it's discoloured.

(SNIFFS)

Rotten eggs.

No way.
Yes way.

Tarnished metal, rotten eggs.
Hydrogen sulphide gas.

But how could he be gassed?

We're outside on a boat.

There's faint skin irritation
around the nose and mouth.

What if it was held to his face?

That'd make sure he inhaled enough
of it to kill him.

This is murder.
It might be murder.

I'll know more when I autopsy him.

No, it's murder.

See what else you can find
on the body.

Colin?

Get dressed.

He was my right-hand man.

He's been researching sharks
his entire career,

even before we met.

This is awful.
Here you go, hon.

Thanks.
You OK?

My husband.

Craig Park. Operations.

Did you see Brian this morning?

He spoke at the press conference.

We're on the brink
of some significant breakthroughs

so we've spun off
from the university.

And more chance of selling out
to cosmetic companies

who are desperate
to break anti-ageing? Mm?

Good pitch.

Yeah, well, the science is bigger
than just a pitch, Detective.

What happened
after the press conference?

I've got it all here.

(CLEARS THROAT) And you are?

Susie Huen.

She's one of our team.

A PhD in marine biology
and a wonderful scientist.

Sorry.

The press conference was at 9am

out the front of the lab.

Then Asher dropped Brian
at the boat.

He had to check the drum lines.

When was this?
Uh, I don't know exactly.

From here to the dock, about 10:30?

Then what?

Well, we came back here, and we...
We got on with our day.

What time was that?

11.

And who knew that Brian
was going out on the boat?

Just us.

Is there CCTV at the dock?

Yeah, I can help you with that.

Out in the shed.

Oh, what do you know
about hydrogen sulphide?

Why?

We think it may have been a factor
in Brian's death.

Well, we're scientists.

Even first year chemistry students

know everything there is to know
about H2S.

I wouldn't know anything about gas.

I left school when I was 16, so...

You're a boatman, aren't you?

Don't all boatmen know about
hydrogen sulphide in confined spaces?

Say, when you're cleaning the head,
for example.

I suppose so, yeah.
Ah.

Probably got what you need
to make it in this room.

Brian's loss doesn't seem
to have affected you too much.

(SIGHS) Yeah, well, I hardly knew
the guy, so...

You worked with him.

Yeah, but Brian
was too big-brained to talk to me.

OK, so that is the last 24 hours.

That's all we've got.

I'll leave you to it, then.

OK, OK.

Here we go.

10:38...

..which fits with
Asher driving him down there

at around 10:30.

She's on her way back
to the lab now to meet the others.

Brian gets on the boat,

and now we're just waiting
for our killer.

What?

It's only him on it.

No, that's not possible.
Where's our killer?

Um...

..maybe they're already on there?

No. As far as we can tell,
the only people that knew

he was going to be on that boat
were the Sharktech crew

and they were all back at the lab
by 11.

That's not enough time
to get down there,

murder him and get back.

How could any of them murder Brian

when he was on a boat
in the middle of the water?

Oh, hey, hey, hey!
Dead bloke alone on a boat,

is that right?

Um, that's about it.

Oh, that's a new one.

Hey, mind you,
I nearly choked on an oyster

on Mick Michael's tinny,
New Year's, '99, the Y2K.

Admittedly,
I had had a few chardies,

so I was not at my best, but still,

there, but for the grace of God,
like...

They've sent through the footage
of the press conference.

I've been scanning through it a bit,
and I also got the photos

of the victim
and the lab team right here.

How do you want to run it?
You want the board?

Yeah, I cleaned it up,
got it ready for you.

(SIGHS) I don't mind, really.
Hey, mate, mate, mate.

Don't be shy. You're the boss now.
Yeah.

I may not have been
completely forthcoming on the phone.

About what?
Well...

Brian Chandler, murdered
in the middle of the ocean.

Um, about this situation.

Senior scientist at Sharktech
found dead alone

on board Hakari,
the research vessel for Sharktech.

He got on board alive at 10:38am,
according to the CCTV.

He sailed out to sea
while the only people

who knew where he was -
the Sharktech crew -

were all back at the lab.

Somewhere out there,
he was gassed with hydrogen sulphide,

we think held to his face on a cloth.

And he comes ashore dead
to me and Glenn at 11:30.

Any questions so far?

Just the one, love.

What the heck
are you doing back here?

Yes, . What the heck
are you doing back here?

Mm-hm. Mm. Mm-hm.
It is a good question.

It is a fair question.

But a man is dead
and we have work to do.

Detective Sergeant Clarke...

..we're gonna have to have
a conversation about this.

You understand?

Yes, Boss.

Alright, off you go.

Sharktech!

Sharktech,
led by Professor Asher Svensson.

Bit of a shark herself.
Mm.

She owns the lab,
thanks to some seed money.

She's looking for investment.

She drives Brian to the dock
before he sails out to his death.

And then she returns to the lab
immediately afterwards.

Craig Park. Asher's husband.

Operations at Sharktech.

And Susie Huen, research scientist.

As far as we know,
these are the only people that knew

that Brian was going to be
on that boat.

Nothing in his phone suggests
he told anyone outside the lab?

Could it be someone random?

It's murder. It's never random.

Mm. What about the cloth?

Probably at the bottom of the ocean
by now.

But, oh, I did... I found...

I found this. Look, look, look.

Mm. What is that?

That is a bit of red thread.
Mm.

It was on the gate to the dock,

so somebody could have jumped
the fence.

Well,
I think I might have a lead on that.

There was a guy
at the press conference.

He didn't look like a journo,

but he was
asking some provocative questions.

MAN: (ON RECORDING) Why don't you
just leave them alone?

There. There, there, there.
Zoom in, zoom in.

Red shirt.
Oh.

Uh...

Well, we need to find out
who that is.

I know who that is.

Yeah, that's my ex-husband.

Mm.

G'day, lads.
G'day, mate.

Hello, gorgeous.
Hi!

(BIKE BELL RINGS)

G'day, Damo.

Oh, look here!

Well, it didn't take long
for you to become

a tool of the establishment,
did it, Reg?

What happened to
"defund the police"?

To social care instead
of institutionalised power?

Oh, pull your head in, would you?
They just want to chat.

I think I'm entitled to have
a legal representative present,

aren't I?

We know you interrupted
the Sharktech press conference.

I posed legitimate questions
that I have a right to ask.

All of my reporting
is properly sourced

and published on my website.

Mm. Mm. Mm-hm.

Yeah. Love your shirt.
Jumped any fences recently?

Yesterday.

To take some photos

to bear witness
to the damage that they're doing

to our marine population
and local waters.

It's not a crime.
Well, it is.

Do you know Brian Chandler?

Brian Chandler. You bet I know him.
He is one of the worst.

He's out there
doing God knows what on the water.

You just keep him away from me.
That's all I'm saying.

Oh, that will not be a problem.

Is he dead?

Oh, well, he wasn't that bad.

I was overcooking
that one a little bit.

Where were you
after the press conference?

Um, I was everywhere on my bike.
Anyone see you?

I speak to everybody on my route.

That's what local community
is all about.

We may need to talk to you again.

If I make myself available.

Hey, Reg.
Don't start.

You look really good.

You know, uh...

..I'd be more than happy to try

and find you alternative
Accommodation.

It's really no bother.

You hate the beach and the view

and, well,
everything about that house,

as far as I can tell.

Whereas I'm one of life's
great enthusiasts -

a lover of the sand, the sea,
especially of outdoor baths.

Are you sure you're staying?
Sorry?

Would you consider and hear me out?

(CLEARS THROAT)

An extremely discreet
and very quiet lodger.

Absolutely not.
Oh. OK.

PHILOMENA: Mackenzie,
time for that conversation.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Off she goes. Off to London.

Dreary old Dolphin Cove,
receding in the rear-view mirror.

And then, I don't know.
24 hours later, I get a call

from DI Mooney explaining
that for scheduling reasons...

..your job is just not as urgent
any more.

And you're available to me again.

Temporarily?
Yeah, temporarily.

Yeah.
No, no, of course. Yes.

One minute there's a job,
and the next...

That's unusual.

Don't you think?
Mm. Yeah.

Yeah, maybe a little. Mm.

Temporary for how long?

I don't know.

There's a few things
that I need to sort out.

It's not something going on,
is there?

Something I should be concerned
about as your Senior Sergeant?

No.

What about, then,
just, you know, say...

..for example...

..as a mother who's very concerned
about her son's happiness?

Also no.

Alright, then. Well...

..welcome back
to Sunny Dolphin Cove.

Mm.
(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, isn't it beautiful today?
(CHUCKLES)

Insurance claim
from a few months ago.

Hard to piece it together
from the paperwork,

but it looked like
Brian was accused of

some fairly loose behaviour

which led to
the injury of an employee.

Who?

Brian was putting a tracker
into a shark.

It landed on my arm.
The tracker?

The shark.

And your shoulder was injured?

It's not that bad.

But you can't get it
above your head, can you?

There's nothing on the top shelf.

Unless, do you want to...

Why don't you pop that up there?

Go on. Prove me wrong.

With your left hand.

A PhD in marine biology,

and they won't insure you
to be on the water.

Why didn't you quit?

I've been working with Asher
since undergrad.

I'm not going to throw away
my career with her

because of a setback.

But all your grand ambitions
just ripped from you

because of Brian.

Angry about it?

Not at all.

Sharks are powerful animals
and can be unpredictable.

Sometimes, when dealing with them
in the field,

accidents can occur

despite the best efforts
of everyone involved.

Hm. That's it for today.

Thanks for taking the time.

What do Sharktech do with sharks?

Research them.

Track them.

Acoustic tag we found on the boat.

They don't use GPS?
Mm-mm.

GPS doesn't work
from inside a shark,

which is where they put these.

So, after the press conference,

Asher drives Brian down to the dock.

He gets on the boat alone,
sails away.

At 10:38.

10:57, the tracker records a ping

from the listening station
on this buoy.

11:14.

Then it comes ashore
to Glenn and me at 11:30.

So, according
to those four data points...

..dock where he left,

buoy one ping,

buoy two ping,

and then to the beach, Glenn and me.

That is a rough approximation
of the boat's path.

Well, couldn't it have gone
somewhere else?

If it went along the coast,
someone could have got on board

to kill Brian.
Mm-mm.

Because that boat has a top speed
of about 20 knots.

For the boat to travel that distance,
in that time

it had to sail straight out to sea.

And at that speed
to get a boat to it,

tie it up while moving...

I mean, it's the same for a jet ski,
it's the same for a kayak.

No-one could get on board.

And even if they could,

the only people that know
that he's there,

well, they're all back at the lab
by the time he's at the first buoy.

How did someone manage
to murder him?

It's impossible.
Mm.

Brian's office.
Did you find anything?

Uh, not really. Gym bag.

Uh, top, towels, shoes,
wristband thingy.

Other than that,
nothing out of the ordinary.

What about his shorts?
BOTH: What?

In his bag. Top, towel, shoes,
wristband thingy.

No shorts?
BOTH: No.

Who goes to the gym without shorts?

(DOG BARKS)

Oh! Hello, Frankie, come here.

Hey, gorgeous.

Where's Glenn, hey?

I've got Brian Chandler
first up tomorrow.

I'll give you a call when I'm done.

Shorts.

What?

You're wearing shorts,

which you would normally do
if you were going to exercise.

Uh, normally. Yeah.

Mm.
WOMAN: Hi, Mack.

Hi.

See? Shorts.

Aren't you meant to be in...
In London?

I am, yeah. Yeah.

But you're not?
No.

Um, I was just actually explaining
that to Glenn.

It's work stuff

and the fast-paced environment
of modern policing.

That's it?
That's it.

Well, Glenn didn't say anything.

Oh, it only happened
a couple of hours ago.

Oh.

Alrighty. Well, um, welcome back.

Are we off?

Yeah. Let's do it.

Frankie.
(FRANKIE BARKS)

Alright. What are we doing?

Round the headland and up the hill?
OK. Race ya!

Oh!

REGGIE: Yoo-hoo!

(SIGHS)
Come in.

Oh.

OK. Oh!

Well, I made a tagine.

Way too much, of course,

but I thought you could
make use of it

because you've probably got nothing
in the house.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

All unpacked?

Nope.

Can I ask?
Mm.

What happened?

Operational stuff. You know...

..scheduling.

Scheduling?
Mm. It's a nightmare.

Mm.

Well...

..it's lovely to have you back,
honey.

Even if it's just for a little bit.

So, toodle-oo.

Reggie.
Mm.

How did you know with Damo...

..when it was done?

I made a decision.
And that was it. Never again.

That simple?
(CHUCKLES) It wasn't simple at all.

But all you can do
is follow your heart

away from someone, like me, or...

..towards them.

What if you can't go towards them?

Uh, when do the...

..symptoms go away?

You mean feelings?
Mm.

They don't.

But I've always thought
if you do something

for the right reason,

the world just comes up to meet you.

GLENN: Asphyxiated.

And I found a few fibres
in his mouth and nose.

So, we can conclude -

hydrogen sulphide gas
applied direct

to the face on a cloth
or something similar.

How quickly?
Seconds. A few breaths.

He was also on anticoagulants.

He had a bad heart?

At risk of clots, it looks like.

He went to the gym.

Uh, wouldn't have been my advice.

Reckon any doctor would agree.

He should not have been working out.

It would have killed him?

Pretty high risk
of some sort of episode.

Right, so, whoever killed him

wanted it to look like
a heart attack.

Or a stroke. And it did.

Until you came along.

Here's something else, though.

He had bruising on his neck.

Was it from the struggle?

With H2S,
there's barely any struggle.

This is older.
I'd say from being choked.

OK, great. More to go on.

Is that it?

That's it.
We'll see you later.

I'm still doing the report.
I'll send it over.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I heard you.

Yeah, I'm standing right here.

At your engagement party.

After I left?

What are you talking about?

I came back. Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, Frankie, she got in the cab,

and then I brought her back

and then she ran to you, and, uh...

..I heard what you said
about your feelings towards me.

Um, I wanted to know...

..is that real?

(DOOR CLOSES)
Mack?

Reggie on the phone.

I couldn't quite make out
exactly what she was saying.

Mm.
Uh, needs us back, apparently.

(DOOR CLOSES)

DAMO: Now, where is it?
Uh, not this one. Uh...

Ah, here it is.
So, have a look at this.

REGGIE: Yeah?
This is the Marine Impact Plan,

which mysteriously got signed off
by council, incomplete.

What's this.
Evidence.

The fruits of my citizen journalism
and some Turkish delight

if you'd like some.
It's Reggie's favourite.

Oh, God, it's beautiful.

Mm.

Yeah?
No.

No?

Nope. We will leave you
to the Turkish delight.

For now.

I'm downloading
all the historical data

from that tracker you found
on the boat.

That's a lot of shark tracking data.
I don't mind.

Oh, and then we're going to go
to the gym.

It kept me up all last night

trying to figure out
why wouldn't he bring shorts?

Mm.
What's that?

DAMO: Oh, that's all their research.
They have to make it accessible.

Or at least they did,

until they took
the whole thing private.

Strict marine curfews

but, you know, there they are
on the boat

you know, clandestine meetings.

Um, that's all the accounts.

How'd you get their accounts?

I am not allowed
to reveal my sources.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

Wait. What? What?

What was that about
Clandestine meetings?

Finally,
someone wants to do their job.

Damo was there a few weeks ago,
taking photographs.

Look who he saw down at the dock.

Asher and Brian.
Mm.

And it looks like
they were more than just colleagues.

You know,
he wants to be a detective one day.

Felix?
If you're looking for a protege.

If you're staying, I mean.

Colin, stop asking me if I'm staying.
Are you OK?

Stop asking me if I'm OK.

Literally the first time
I've asked you.

I don't know if I'm staying.
Yes. I'm OK.

And, Felix, well, if he's serious,
he'll come to me.

Mm.
(REGGIE CHUCKLES)

Ooh!
DAMO: Ooh!

(LAUGHS)

Do they let you take
the uniform home?

Oh, you're naughty! (LAUGHS)
Am I?

(CLEAR THROAT)

Uh, OK. Uh, thanks...
Thanks for assisting us.

And, uh, we will be in touch.

Uh, dismissed.

Yes, ma'am.

Busy morning?
Yeah.

We were without a boat, weren't we?

Lots of catch up to do.

Thanks, hon.

Doesn't that let the water in?

Sure does.

A few years ago, white shark,

she politely asked me
to leave her territory.

You were attacked?
Bitten.

Why not buy a new wetsuit?

Because wearing this one
is a constant reminder

that the ocean belongs
to its creatures and not us.

Can you, uh...

Can you explain this?

Can't quite make it out.

Oh, well, that's you.

And that's Brian.

On board the Hakari.

Looks pretty intimate.
Were you having an affair?

I wouldn't call it an affair.

OK. What would you call it?

A very human mistake.

Brian was just having a tough time.

He was going through
a traumatic divorce.

He came to me for comfort.

Comfort?

Yeah.

We've worked together
for over 20 years.

Most weeks I'd spend more time
with him than my own husband.

I'm not proud of it.
It happened so I ended it.

How did Brian take it?

Well, he...

He put his head down
and he continued to work

and that's all I care about.

Did your husband know?

Of course I knew. I'm not an idiot.

She was taking off in her gym gear
and coming back fresh as a daisy.

So, what if his missus left him
and took him to the cleaners?

Find another woman to dry your eyes.

What did you do?
I had a conversation with him.

Told him you don't touch
another man's wallet or his wife.

I think he got the message.

Did you have your hands around
his throat during this conversation?

Maybe. I can't remember exactly.

OK. You see, the thing is, Craig...

..you threaten him, you choke him,
and then the next thing,

he turns up dead on your boat.

Yeah, but like I already said,
I was nowhere near it.

If you want to arrest me, lady,
do it.

Otherwise, I'm a little bit busy

trying to catch up on the day
you guys stole from us.

You know, when you ransacked
the boat.

We will be back.

I don't know what came over me.

Three years!

I've hardly seen him.
I've barely thought about him.

He was a terrible husband.

But there's always been, like,
this...

This energy between us.

Energy?
Oh! It's pulsating.

Ha! And it's undeniable.

And for all his faults
and there were plenty,

there was always one place
that we never had any problems.

I mean, never again.
That is a promise.

Alright?

(BLEEPS)
(LOCKER UNLOCKS)

Here we go.

What's in there?
Nothing.

Yeah, no, look at this.

Look at this.

DAMO: (ON RECORDING)
Hi, this is Damo's blog,

shining a light on the truth.

So, I found a post on Damo's blog.
It's just a short one.

RIP, Nigel.
Funeral at Marigold Funeral Home.

Date and time, et cetera...
Who's Nigel?

Oh, just an old mate of his.

I didn't realise
they were back in touch,

so I called Maeve at Marigold.

She's in my swimming group.

Oh, my gosh,
you would not believe

how quick she moves
through the water.

She's just had a hip replacement...
Reggie. Reggie.

OK.

She recorded the funeral
and Damo spoke.

Nigel fished these waters
since he was a boy...

..and their research took it away.

And when it was gone,

he had nothing left to live for.

Nige, I'm going to miss you.

You got me through some of
the toughest times of my life.

The doctor said heart attack.

But we all know
who really killed you.

Here's what we know, Damo.

You blame Sharktech
for the death of your friend.

You bet I blame them.
It's their fault.

Drum lines everywhere.

Huge increase in sharks
in the fisheries.

Half the catch gone.

So, you've got a motive.

You admitted to sneaking
into the dock.

Well, it's public land. Should be.

Was that a dry run?

Were you going to figure out
how you were going to do it?

(HUFFS)

Just answer them.

Nothing happened.

I snuck in a couple of days ago.

I went to
the announcement yesterday.

I asked my questions,
and then I went to work.

I mean, sure I want to stop
Sharktech,

but he's dead,
and they're still full steam ahead.

(SCOFFS)

I couldn't have done it anyway.
I've never even been on that boat.

And he's right.

We know he didn't get on the boat
the day of the murder.

We've seen the CCTV.

We know that nobody got on the boat
other than Brian.

And he was alive when he did.

And the other three
Sharktech suspects,

well, they were all on dry land
while he was murdered out at sea.

Why are you staring at me?

Well, just normally
when you go quiet,

it's because you're about
to solve it.

Mm. How'd you go to the gym?

Nothing. Empty locker.

No shorts?
No nothing.

The staff at the front desk
confirmed he's there a bit,

but never uses the actual gym.

Uh, you know who else is a member,
though?

Asher Svensson.

And she comes back from the gym
fresh as a daisy...

Uh-huh.
..according to Craig.

So, why are they both going to a gym
that they don't use?

Do you have the Sharktech accounts?
Yep.

I haven't been through them
properly.

I've been deep in data

from that tracker we found
on the boat.

It's all a bit weird.
It's not making sense.

Try checking them against
the published Sharktech figures.

I'll work it out.
(GASPS)

P&T, Marine Maintenance.

Glenn got a little slap in the face

from a piece of torn fabric
on the awning.

So...?

So? So they are
apparently spending

thousands of dollars
on boat maintenance,

but they didn't fix
that torn fabric?

So, where's the money going?
Blackmail?

Exactly.

We're here to see Asher.
Again?

Just go and get her.

Oh, hang on. Before you do...

..why didn't you fix the fabric
on the awning of the Hakari?

On our budget?

You're kidding me.

So, Brian was blackmailing her?

There's no other explanation.

Money for P&T Boat Maintenance
not being spent on fixing the boat,

but rather being taken out
in cash by Asher.

She couldn't just be embezzling it?
Mm-mm. Mm.

She was going to the gym,

but she
was coming back fresh as a daisy.

I think she's going to the gym,

putting that money
in Brian's locker.

Brian, who never went to the gym
because of his heart condition,

is picking it up.

Huh. I mean,
the man doesn't even have shorts.

I mean, it doesn't change the facts.

He was murdered
in the middle of the ocean

whilst Asher's back at the lab
with Susie and Craig.

I mean, how could she?

It's discoloured.

Glenn got slapped.

The fabric slapped Glenn.

Yes, you've mentioned that.

But then when Brian got on...

Do you have the CCTV?

Uh, yes.

There. It's not torn.

What's not?

The fabric.
The fabric on the awning.

But...

..if it's not torn...

..and that's Asher's tank, then...

No, the only way
that's possible is...

What are you talking about?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

Oh, that's bold.

What's bold?

Come on, Colin!

Where are you going?

The timeline was so tight,

it couldn't be too far from the lab

or they'd never make it back
in time.

What couldn't be too far?

That.

Sweet Lord above!

That is bold.

A quiet morning at the beach.

It's what the good people
of Dolphin Cove were enjoying.

Until the Hakari
came chugging ashore

with the body of Brian Chandler
on board...

..looking for all the world

like a tragic but unsurprising death

of a man with a heart condition,
but...

Brian Chandler was murdered...

..gassed with hydrogen sulphide held
to his face on a cloth.

Somehow he sailed
that boat out to sea alive,

and came ashore dead,
alone the whole time.

How is that possible?

I will get to that.

Because to understand the how,
we have to understand the why.

Craig, you attacked Brian
for an affair

he was having with your wife, Asher.

At least,
that's what you assumed it was.

Why wouldn't you?

That's what it looked like to us,
too.

And Damo's photographs.

And it is what you told us, Asher.

Damo's aim
was to capture some evidence

that could sink Sharktech.

Turns out he did.

But it wasn't an affair.

What those photographs captured
was a threat.

Brian was blackmailing you.

You couldn't pay him out
of your own pocket.

The money,
it had to come through Sharktech,

but there's not really a budget line
for blackmail.

But there is for thousands
of dollars of boat maintenance,

which is weird
when you couldn't afford

to fix a bit of torn fabric
on the awning of the Hakari.

But why?

Why was Brian blackmailing you?

The answer, Felix.

Tracking beacon 427.

According to your published data,

that tracker has been
in a white shark

for the last two years.

When Constable Wilkinson downloaded
the actual raw data,

trying to correlate it
with what you'd published.

Well, where had it been, Felix?

On the boat the whole time.

You were faking your data.

And Brian figured it out.

And with a brutal divorce to pay for,
he was squeezing you.

I didn't kill him.

I will get to that.

Because the question
we couldn't answer

was how could Brian be murdered

when he was on a boat alone

in the middle of the ocean?

When we looked at the CCTV,

we assumed it was Brian on the boat.

But it wasn't, was it, Asher?

Cap on, same jacket,
trolley as a cover,

knowing the cameras were far away,

you assumed
that no-one would be able to tell

that it was a different person.
Or -

and this is the really bold part -

that it was a different boat.

There were two boats
used in this murder,

the Hakari that Brian sailed away
and came ashore on,

and a second boat,
the boat on the CCTV,

the boat that you, Asher,
sailed away from the dock at 10:38,

disguised as Brian.

The boats were made up
to look almost identical,

but with one small difference -

the fabric on the awning
of the Hakari is torn

and on the decoy boat, pristine.

Brian sailed away on the real boat -
the Hakari -

which you drove him to,

that was tied up at another dock.

But waiting on board hiding
was your accomplice.

Protecting themselves
from the deadly hydrogen sulphide

in scuba gear.

Then it was easy enough
for the killer

to escape over the side,

leaving Brian dead on board
and the Hakari sailing out to sea.

Meanwhile, Asher is driving
that boat back to where WE found it,

picking up the killer
from the water along the way.

That is an audacious plan,

that made it look like
Brian was killed

out on the water
while the killers were on dry land.

It was a...

..watertight alibi.

Does that sound about right, Susie?

What?

You knew about the blackmail.

I mean, you're across everything
in that lab.

You know where the money's going.

You hated Brian.

He took your dream
of being on the water away from you.

But most importantly,

you idolise Asher.

Your career is tethered
to her research.

If she goes down, so do you.

And I think
that you would do anything

to stop that happening.

I was here the whole time.

Mm. Mmm.

You left the press conference early.

We saw you on the footage online.

To go to the lab.

To wait for Brian on the boat

wearing Asher's scuba gear,

since you don't have any

'cause they won't insure you
to be on the water.

And it's Asher's tank
that's discoloured from the gas.

Sorry.

This is the most ridiculous story
I've ever heard.

Hm.

Yeah.

Yeah, it probably is, isn't it?

Oh, it did sound convincing, though.

Just for... Just for a moment?

Although - and just humour me here
for a minute -

we know whoever killed Brian
was wearing Asher's wetsuit,

and whoever
was wearing Asher's wetsuit

is going to have irritated skin
from the one place

that the gas could get to,

which is the holes in the arms
from where she was bitten by a shark.

And she doesn't have them.

He doesn't have them.

He doesn't have them either.

So, would you mind rolling up
your sleeve?

OK. Constable Wilkinson?

May I?

Excuse the fingers.

Susie Huen.

Asher Svensson.

Everything I've worked for, gone.

I never should have trusted you
with anything.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Brian Chandler.

You don't have to say anything,
but anything you say may be used...

Two boats?

Bold.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Very bold.

What I said
at the engagement party...

..it was an emotional moment.

You were leaving and...

Yes, I said it.

I felt it, even.

But it's not...

We had our chance
is what I'm saying.

Yeah. We did.

I'm getting married.

I know. (CHUCKLES)

It's, uh... It's fantastic.

I mean, it's not why
you came back, is it?

No.

That is...scheduling?

Um.

It's complicated, but it's...

It's nothing to do with this.

Which isn't a thing anyway.
No.

Um, I guess that is all
there is to say about that, then.

Enjoy your surf.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

(DAMO CHUCKLES)
Hey!

(CHUCKLES)

I knew they were no good.

I'm sorry about Nigel.

Yeah, he was a good bloke.
Yeah.

He was there for me
after you left.

When I didn't have anybody.

I'm not a tool of the establishment,
by the way.

For the police.

I do important work.

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.

Of course. Yeah, yeah.

Help little old ladies
with their parking tickets?

(CHUCKLES)

Sure.

Wow.
What?

Never again, Damo.

Never again.

What?

Reg!

What did I say?

Reg! What did I do?

JACK: Mackenzie.
It's done.

I can come back.

What do you mean it's done?

Whatever feelings there were...

..it's not a thing.
Can you book me on a flight?

(CHUCKLES) I'm afraid

it's not quite that simple,

DI Clarke.

So many moving parts here,

cases in varying states of flux.

I'll be needing that file
by the end of the day.

I know you're at the pub.
Nonsense!

I can hear the fire crackling

and the rain on the windows.

And I'd say you're about
a third to half way through a pint?

You're second.

You're good. I always said it.

Regardless, it's gonna be a while

before we can slot you back in.

But yesterday, you were running
to meet me at the airport.

Well, this is
the fast-paced environment

of modern policing.

You're at the pub.
On my day off.

So, what? I can't come back.

I'm saying that whatever stopped you

getting on that plane

isn't something

you just deal with overnight.

Yes, it is.
I just told you that.

There's something in that town

that you have to make

your peace with.

At the very least,
there's no job for you here.

What, so, you're saying
I'm stuck here?

Again?

I'm afraid so.

(CALL TONE BEEPS

REGGIE: The famously volatile
Point Ruin are back in Dolphin Cove.

I thought they hated each other.

Oh, that is an oversimplification
of a complicated dynamic.

You never got the truth
with Point Ruin.

You only get the songs.

I would be delighted to attend

yours and Daisy's wedding.

Great.

They were all
in that theatre together

at the moment of murder.
(FEEDBACK TONE)

Or were they?

Have you RSVP'd yet?

So, it would be OK

for this person to go?

As long as this person
didn't ruin it again.

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