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And our ground - breaking 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.

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?

I'm charging you double on the way back.

Course you are.

Good morning.

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.

All right, Brian's out and away.

Well, thank you both so much for this morning.

Shame about what's- his- name interrupting.

Right, ten minutes to catch up on the rest of the day.

Mm- hm.

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.

J ust 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.

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.

Susie Huen.

She's one of our team.

A Phd in marine biology and a wonderful scientist.

Sorry.

The press conference was at 9 a.m.

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.

11.

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.

Yeah, well, I hardly knew the guy, so...

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?

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

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?

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.

Hey, mate, mate, mate.

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

About what?

Brian Chandler, murdered in the middle of the ocean.

Senior scientist at Sharktech found dead alone

on board Hakari, the research vessel for Sharktech.

He got on board alive at 10:38 a.m., 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, Mackenzie. 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.

All right, off you go.

Sharktech!

Sharktech, led by Professor Asher Svensson.

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.

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.

It's murder. It's never random.

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.

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.

Hello, lads. Hello, mate.

Hello, gorgeous. Hi!

Hello, damo.

Oh, look here!

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

a tool of the establishment, did it, Reggie?

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?

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. J umped 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.

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.

If I make myself available.

Hey, Reggie. don't start.

You look really good.

Scrry?

Absolutely not.

Mackenzie, time for that conversation.

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 dl 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.

All right, then. Well...

...welcome back to Sunny dolphin Cove.

Mm.

Who?

Brian was putting a tracker into a shark.

It landed on my arm.

The shark.

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.

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.

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? - What?

I n his bag. Top, towel, shoes, wristband thingy.

No shorts? - No.

Who goes to the gym without shorts?

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. - 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.

All right. What are we doing?

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

Oh!

Yoo- hoo!

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.

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? CHUCKLING: Honey, 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.

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.

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.

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.

That's it.

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

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...

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?

Mm.

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

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

Yeah? This is the Marine Impact Plan,

which mysteriously got signed off by council, incomplete.

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?

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.

Mm.

And it looks like they were more than just colleagues.

Felix?

Colin, stop asking me if I'm staying.

Stop asking me if I'm OK.

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

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

Ooh! - Ooh!

do they let you take the uniform home?

Oh, you're naughty! Am I?

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

And, uh, we will be in touch.

Uh, dismissed.

Yes, ma'am.

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.

Bitten.

Why not buy a new wet suit?

Because wearing this one is a constant reminder

that the ocean belongs to its creatures and not us.

Can't quite make it out.

Oh, well, that's you.

And that's Brian.

On board the Hakari.

Were ycu having an affair?

I wouldn't call it an affair.

OK. What would you call it?

A very human mistake.

Brian was... was 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.

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.

I had a ccnversaticn 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.

All right?

Here we go.

What's in there? Nothing.

Yeah, no, look at this.

Look at this.

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.

Rest In Peace, Nigel. Funeral at Marigold Funeral Home.

Date and time, etc... 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?

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.

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 at 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...

...acccrding tc 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.

I'll work it out.

P&T Marine Maintenance.

Glenn got a little slap in the face

from a piece of torn fabric on the awning.

So? So they are apparently spending

thousands of dollars on boat maintenance,

but they didn't fix that torn fabric?

Exactly.

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.

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.

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.

It's discoloured.

Glenn got slapped.

The fabric slapped Glenn.

But then when Brian got on...

Do you have the CCTV?

There. It's not torn.

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...

Oh, that's bold.

Come on, Colin!

The timeline was so tight,

it couldn't be too far from the lab

or they'd never make it back in time.

That.

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.

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

cos 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 wet suit,

and whoever was wearing Asher's wet suit

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.

Everything I've worked for, gone.

I never should have trusted you with anything.

Two boats?

Bold.

Yeah.

Yeah.

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.

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.

Hey!

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?

Sure.

Wow. What?

Never again, damo.

Never again.

What?

Reggie!

What did I say?

Reggie! What did I do?

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?

I'm afraid it's not quite that simple, dl 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 halfway through a pint?

Your 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.

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.

Great.

They were all in that theatre together

at the moment of murder.

Or were they?

So, it would be OK

for this person to go?

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