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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dolphin Cove. My name is

Stuart Granger, president of the Dolphin Cove Surf Club, and it is my honour to

welcome you all to Dolphin Cove, Main Beach, to compete for this,

the Sterling Cup.

I now... declare this year's surf carnival open!

Good luck, everyone!

So I've got a two o 'clock at Hillside Circuit.

You'll be back in time to present the car.

Angel, wouldn't miss it for the world.

I love you.

Why wouldn't you?

And Becky.

Clean up the sand out there.

G'day, mate.

How you going?

She's a beauty, right?

Yeah, man, she's nice.

Way to your scene, Si.

Yeah.

Pull!

Pull! Pull!

First time in Dolphin Cove?

Sure.

I feel like I've seen you somewhere before.

No. Yeah, well, it's a beautiful time to visit.

Although it's always beautiful here.

Paradise, if you ask me. I'm on the phone here.

Right.

Hello, DA Clark.

I need you to put me through to... Clark?

Mackenzie Clark?

I knew it was you.

What are you doing?

Hey! What are you doing?

Get out.

What?

Can you just hang on a tick?

I am a paying customer.

I can't believe you came back after what you did.

Get out.

I tried to warn them about you.

I told everybody on the day, but they wouldn't listen to me. Oh, yes, you're

very perceptive, Trevor. Smarter than everyone.

You can't just leave me here. It's 3K into town.

Not my problem.

What about professional standards?

What about driver's ethics?

You still there?

Bye.

Hello?

Cheers, Mum.

Murder.

Because of... The knife in his back?

First one?

No. Done loads.

At the academy.

Case history.

But it's no different to investigate a robbery, is it?

Oh, except somebody's dead.

That's the difference.

Hard to disagree, Felix.

Hard to disagree.

Boss? Hey.

Oh, boy.

Did you have a chat with Susan Sterling?

She said she had a 2 p .m. appointment at 3 Hillside Circuit with a buyer,

Edgar.

I'm meeting with him there.

Okay.

I'm going to get on to HQ, tell them to send down a detective.

We don't need another detective.

Oh, Colin.

When Dolphin Cove royalty washes up on the shore break, I think we need a

detective. I'm sorry.

And you know it.

I want to talk to him about renting

it out as soon as humanly possible.

Oh, look, honestly, can you just pull yourself together and tell me, where was

his last appointment?

So, Stuart Granger was showing you through the property?

Yeah, yeah, just looking for something a bit bigger for when I have the kids.

Stuart thought it'd be a good fit, so... It was your first time here?

Yeah.

What time did you leave?

I think about three, maybe just before.

Did Stuart leave with you?

No, I left him here.

He said he'd lock up.

Did you know him well?

Oh, you know, I'd seen him around.

I help out at the surf club. He's the president.

So you and Stuart are friends?

I wouldn't say that.

I hardly see him these days.

And where is he now?

Sorry, you can't be here.

Who are you?

Colin Cartwright.

Detective Celia Constable Colin Cartwright.

Where's Stuart Granger?

Thank you, Grant. Mr. Edgar.

We'll be in touch if we need to talk to you again.

Street Ranger is unavailable.

He's dead.

That's why his receptionist was crying.

And you're a detective, so it wasn't natural causes.

Murdered, then.

Sorry, who are you? Because this is official police business. Mackenzie

Detective Inspector, Metropolitan Police.

Oh.

London. Welcome to Dolphin Cove. You still can't be in here.

No text.

No crime scene, guys.

He wasn't found here.

Where then?

I'm not at liberty.

Well, I'll find out anyway.

On the beach.

But he was last seen here with that guy, Grant Edgar.

Have you got the footage?

We're waiting on the security company to send over the rest.

You can watch it. Professional courtesy.

Then you've got to go.

Were they the victims?

Left on the bench.

But he was found in the water?

Drowned?

Still unclear.

Front door, back door.

Stewart with Grant Edgar.

Speed it up.

Grant Edgar leaving.

2 .59.

What time was the body found?

Ooh. Uh... Around four.

What? We're past four. We should have seen him come out.

He didn't leave.

Any other exits?

All bolted from the inside.

Windows, doors, check them all. So he can't have used any of them.

He didn't use any of the exits.

So he never left the house.

But if he never left the house, how did he end up on the beach, two k's away,

dead?

I appreciate your input, but we're done now.

Stuart?

We'll go through it.

A place like this is not cheap.

What's Grant, a mechanic?

Uh, he didn't... Breathe under his fingernails.

Pay attention.

So, a mechanic comes to see a house that he probably can't afford, walks out,

and leaves Stuart behind.

Dead? Then how did he get into the water?

Alive, then?

Then how did he get into the water?

It doesn't make sense.

Mackenzie Clark!

I was looking for Stuart Granger.

To rent Mum's house out.

And when you found out this was a potential crime scene, you turned around

went home?

I did try and tell her that.

Yeah.

Obviously not.

Obviously not.

So what about we try doing that now?

And Mackenzie, turn your brain off for this one.

We've got all the help we need.

Check his lungs.

Strong.

Why not?

Oh, come on, Bryce.

You promised me last night you'd find someone.

I have tried everybody.

There's no one else.

Yeah,

there are real menace around the water.

Your mum gone?

A few days ago.

Thought I was coming back to see her, but turns out she's on an artist's

pilgrimage.

Unlikely to return.

An artist's pilgrimage?

Hmm. When I called her, she said she was following the stars and her heart.

Now I have to rent the place out for her.

Sounds about right.

So now instead of a reunion, I'm cleaning the house out.

How long you say?

Until this is done?

Now, hold that out.

Oh, yeah.

And... So, detective

inspector in London.

I imagine you can't take too much time off.

Not really, no.

Oh, small talk, kill me.

Look, this is the sit rep, Mackenzie, okay?

Stuart Granger, washing up on the beach yesterday afternoon, and the powers that

be cannot spare a senior detective with homicide experience, and I need one. Me.

Well, would have thought that you owed me a favour.

Sorry, but I told you, I'm not staying.

Very heavy caseload back in London.

Just have to find someone else to figure out how Stuart Granger got in the

water.

Did he drown?

No. No. Not my case.

Dabbed. In the back.

Knife still in the blazer.

How much blood on his clothes?

Yeah, it's a real mystery.

Wait, wait, wait. You need to figure out how he got out of... You just enjoy

your day, Mackenzie.

thank you

You just go stand there?

Come on. You remember where everything is.

Uh, Constable Felix Wilkinson, this is Detective Inspector Mackenzie Clark,

Metropolitan Police, London.

Mackenzie used to have your job.

Why'd you leave?

Uh, that's not pertinent, Constable.

Okay, statement's done.

Forensics underway. Let's crack on, team. And hello.

Colin, you remember Detective Inspector Clark?

She'll be assisting us.

Temporarily.

Okay. Can we have a quick chat?

No.

Where's the button?

Is Blazer at Smithing a button? What happened to it?

I've made a start.

I'll just... No.

Don't mind. I just... Yep.

Yeah, that's fine.

Okay.

To recap.

At about 4pm yesterday, Stuart Granger, iconic Dolphin Cove real estate agent,

washed ashore on Main Beach.

Where did he go into the water?

Could have been... anywhere.

Dozens of tracks through the scrub, four or five car parks, about 50km of

coastline.

I know you're in there. I can see your car.

Thank you.

I don't know why you don't give me a pass.

There's an entrance right there. I'm not coming in the front with the roofs.

Come on.

I gave the teaching away and bringing my wisdom to the streets.

But you're not a police officer.

Unofficially, I guess I am.

Officially, she's not.

She's a volunteer in policing.

These guys are obsessed with titles.

It's the same thing in the end.

It's not the same thing at all. Well, I'm not an instrument for institutional

oppression like some.

Yesterday you wanted a gun.

Anyway.

The victim's last known location was 3 Hillside Circuit.

I've got his messages from his mobile provider. He sent this the other day.

She knows about us and she's fuming. We need to meet.

That wasn't in his phone.

He deleted it after he sent it to Becky Hayden.

Who's Becky Hayden? She's a waitress at the surf club.

She always takes your drink before you're done.

Affair? People have killed for less.

Felix, Reggie, knock on doors and hillside circuit.

See if anyone saw or heard anything.

I'll talk to Susan Sterling again.

D .I. Clark, you'd come with me, I guess.

Could you tell me where you were between 3 and 4 p .m.? Between 3 and 4.

I was on a run.

Where? In the bush at Serene Path.

Didn't they close that?

Counsel, don't tell me where I can and can't go.

So, you didn't stay to watch the carnival?

I was only gone a short while.

Did you go anywhere near the Hillside Circuit house?

No. That was Stuart's listing.

Both your pictures are on the board?

Both our pictures are on every board.

Still, I never went there.

Lots of sterlings.

My ancestors, Mackenzie.

Survivors of the shipwreck.

who swam ashore and were the first to make their lives in what we now know as

Dolphin Cove.

Except for the people who were here thousands of years before them.

You never worried about anyone liking you, did you, Mackenzie Clark?

Did you know that Stuart was having an affair with Becky Hayden?

Waitress?

Yes, I did. Stuart told Becky you were fuming.

I'm sure that's what he told Becky.

Yes, we had a conversation about it and he ended it with her. Just like that.

He agreed that the Stirling name, our legacy, was too important for him to

jeopardise our marriage.

Thank you, Mrs Stirling.

How could no one on the whole street have seen anything?

And that bloke, what a whinger.

Someone knocked over your letterbox, mate. How is that a police problem?

Well, it was intact yesterday morning when he got the paper.

So?

Someone knocked it over between then and now, around the same time he had a

motorbike. A yellow one, by the look of the paint on the letterbox.

See, that's the thing about Dolphin Cove these days.

See, there was a time if your letterbox got knocked over, Shane from next door

would come round with a bit of timber and you might have some concrete in your

shed. And now a yak had job done, you'd have a few drinks and we'd all end up in

the hot tub.

These places now, they're all weekenders. They don't even know their

to say hello to, let alone have a thing with their wife.

I don't know his wife.

He just minds your business.

So,

Becky, did you leave the surf club at all?

Just to go to the shops.

How long were you and Stuart Granger having an affair?

What?

It wasn't an affair.

I'm not with anyone anymore, so... And Stuart being married to Susan doesn't

count? Hardly. I mean, we... We were in love.

So, you must have been heartbroken when he dumped you.

Angry, even.

He didn't dump me.

He couldn't wait to get away from Susan and move in with me.

So why didn't he?

She made him sign some sort of prenup that if they get a divorce, he doesn't

any of the sterling money.

If that's really the case, then why would he risk it all for you?

Because he's pregnant.

The hair tie on the button.

Cheaper than maternity pants.

So one of them...

is a woman scorned. If it's Becky, she's pregnant and abandoned.

If it's Susan, she's a loyal wife left for a younger woman.

Both are potential motives. Yeah, but according to the CCTV, neither of them

went anywhere near the house, if he was even killed in the house.

Either way, how is he found dead in the water two kays away?

It doesn't make sense.

It will.

Well, it doesn't feel like it.

It has to.

It happened.

What's this for?

Mernie! Don't hang up.

I'm actually at work.

Yes, obviously.

What's the situation? Is there going to be an inquiry?

No, I'm...

Pretty happy with my mobile plan at the moment.

What?

More data than I could ever need. Thank you.

Can't talk.

Got it.

I need to know.

Don't think I'll be making a decision in the near future.

When then?

Um, said to be a matter of months.

Months? How many?

No need to call me back.

Tell you what, I'll ring you when my contract is up.

Should have a better idea by then.

Got it.

Do you have any idea which way it's going to go?

It's hard to say. Listen, I'm pretty busy here. No, no, no, don't hang up.

Please, don't call me again.

Take me off your call. No, don't go.

Hang on.

Telemarketer.

It's open.

So we've finally got the rest of the footage.

Oh, my giddy hand. I know.

Got to get it all to the op shop.

This is your house?

It's my mum's.

You can see it from the surf.

Mm -hm.

Did you know there's a lady who bathes out the back naked sometimes?

Also my mum.

So, you grew up here and you chose to move to London?

In a manner of speaking?

I don't understand that.

From the moment I stepped foot here, I never wanted to leave.

Everyone knows everyone in Dolphin Cove. Do you know what I mean?

Mm, yes.

Have we heard from the forensic accounting team about the victim's

Oh, that's me. I'm the forensic accounting team.

I'll get on to that tomorrow.

Autopsy report, then?

Uh, tomorrow, probably.

Oh, yeah, no rush.

We don't have everything at our fingertips, like in London. We're a

coastal police station, and we do the best we can for our community, a

that I've loved from the minute I moved here.

Anyway, we did get the previous week's hillside circuit footage.

So we're not completely useless.

Thanks.

I'll look at it now.

It's like 200 hours of footage.

168. Huh?

Hours in the week.

I'm only going to skim it.

Leave you to it.

Good night, then.

I'll chase up those financial statements first thing in the morning.

Other door.

Beautiful out there.

Never made it for a surf.

Regretting it already.

Water looks magic.

Anyway, um, tech guys went over the hillside circuit house.

No blood, no hair, no evidence of anything.

Yep. Killer could have cleaned up.

No sign of that either.

Looks like Stuart wasn't killed in the house at this stage.

Long black?

I guess.

I don't drink it.

How do you function this early without it?

Wait, have you... Have you been watching that all night?

Yeah. Sometimes I get started on the case and then my brain...

Look at this.

From a week ago.

He's coming out of the house?

Three or four times.

What's he doing?

No idea.

He does it out the back as well, all the time he's glued to his phone.

Well, for something more concrete, Glenn's got early pathology for us.

Glenn Strong?

As in the boss's son?

Yeah.

I'm sure you can manage.

I've got to get a load of mum's stuff to the op shop.

Really?

I thought you'd want to be across everything.

Thank you.

Thank you. Hello, Frankie.

Hello? Where's Glenn?

Where's Glenn?

Sorry, mate. Got in the middle of a roll.

Didn't see you out there this morning.

Not really good enough for the bigger waves.

It's not about being good. It's about being in the water.

I know.

I know.

And you are good. You've come a long way in a short time.

You should be proud.

All right, shall we get back in?

He was stabbed.

No surprises there.

Knife looks like it went into the right lung.

I'll know more when I get him opened up.

Just waiting for him to get back from the CT scanner, then I'll start the

autopsy. Any estimate of time?

Water makes it tricky.

Eye window is between 3 and 4 p .m.

Nothing here suggests otherwise.

Dead end.

Generic kitchen knife. Find it anywhere.

Prince.

Missing a button.

I know.

I've got a DI from London supposedly helping me and she's mentioned that

Mackenzie Clark.

You know her?

Yeah.

So you know what she's like then?

Not many, many friends.

Not really trying.

Sounds about right.

If it helps, she's brilliant.

And a good person, deep down.

How deep?

Most people don't get there.

Know anyone who has?

I do, actually.

Something about him in the depths of my memory.

Maybe you taught him?

No. I remember everyone I've taught.

Over 40 years? Sure.

The Worst Day of My Life by Felix Wilkinson.

When I was 11 years old, I lost my Generation 1 Optimus Prime.

Okay, okay, okay. I believe you. Remember everyone.

Progress?

The neighborhood of motorbikes. Scrape of yellow paint on the letterbox.

So I'm checking bridges for yellow motorbikes in Dolphin Cove.

And?

Nothing so far.

You got anything?

Stabbed, obviously.

Nothing on the knife. Time of death, most probably still between 3 and 4.

Tracked with what Grant told us.

Okay.

Where's Mackenzie?

Hey, um... Is there anything going on between D .I. Clark and Glenn Strong?

No. Because they both got weird about each other this morning.

Oh, I mean, unless you count her leaving him at the altar six years ago, flying

to London and never speaking to him again.

Got it. Yellow motorbike.

She was engaged to Glenn? Mm -hmm.

Her? With him?

Mm -hmm.

The boss was going to be her mother -in -law? I can hear you.

I'm not finished with this.

You got a motorbike? Go.

Registered to a Zane Wyatt.

What do we know about him?

He has an impressive record of violent assault.

And he has the same address as Becky Hayden.

It's 11 .30.

Mackenzie Clark.

Well, the bike's the same yellow as the paint on the letterbox.

Mm.

Zane Wyatt.

Whoever shot?

Lobby card.

Got some stuff to drop off to donate.

I'm afraid we can't accept it.

Why not? Because of its provenance.

Its provenance? George and I are very close to Glenn and to all the Strongs,

I'm sorry.

It wouldn't be right.

It's for charity. And I should point out, I spent a small fortune on a hat

the wedding.

Namaste. Yeah.

What were you doing at Hillside Circuit on the day of Stuart Granger's murder?

No comment.

Shall we just arrest you for criminal damage, then? A letterbox.

Give us a break.

Oh, so you were there, then? You know I was there.

For how long?

I left right after Stuart took the other bloke into the house.

G'day, mate.

And went where?

For a ride.

You live with Becky?

Not anymore, I don't.

So, why were you at her house just now?

I was picking something up.

What?

My ring.

Engagement ring.

That's why Becky said she wasn't with anyone anymore.

So, your fiancé dumped you for a rich real estate agent.

You find Stuart at the Hillside Circuit house, teach him a lesson. What, do

things get a bit out of hand? I never went near him.

You were waiting there for him.

I wasn't waiting for Stuart.

I was waiting for Becky.

So Becky had a key. She had access to the house all along.

But she's not on the CCTV.

And as far as we know, Stuart wasn't killed there anyway.

We don't know where he was killed.

We don't know how he got out of the house without being seen. And we don't

where he went to the water.

Somewhere.

In there.

And we don't know whether he was dead or alive when he did.

We're not going anywhere.

Yes, we are.

We just don't know where yet.

You took the keys, you goose. I had to walk all the way back and my feet are

killing me.

It's like 600 metres.

Yeah, well, I'm going to make a claim for workers' comp because that is

borderline abuse.

That's better.

Oh, no, that's a crit.

That's a crit.

Francesca Camilla Kelpington III.

Hello, beauty.

Oh, my goodness. Look at you.

Hi.

Hi.

There was water in his lungs.

I knew it.

It was weird when I got him open. A knife through the right lung upper lobe,

you'd expect about two litres of blood in the chest if that's what killed him,

but there was only 500ml.

So he drowned?

He drowned and he was stabbed.

The knife wound was killing him, but he drowned before he could finish the job.

Froth and the airways confirms that.

How long between the knife going in and him going into the water?

500ml of blood in the chest.

Couldn't be long.

Five minutes to the absurd outside.

Okay. Closest water to here?

Straight down the hill to the cliff top here.

Right. You know the plan.

One of us drives, one of us runs, and we time how long it takes to get to the

water. If it is more than five minutes, we know for certain that the killer

couldn't have stabbed Stuart in the house and got to the water in time.

One more running again? Because you were lucky enough to have your running gear

in your car.

Thank you.

11 minutes 20.

Ah, too long.

Why is your shirt off?

It's hot.

It's not that hot.

You know the killer might have been faster because you're not really the

quickest bloke. Either way, it's impossible.

I ran no stops and I wasn't carrying a body.

All the way from the house to here. So he definitely couldn't have been stabbed

in the house. No, he would have stopped breathing long before he made it to the

water and there would have been...

Way more blood in his chest.

So where was he killed?

Anywhere within five minutes of the water.

How did he get there without leaving the house?

So, back in Dolphin Cove for the first time in six years.

We should get back.

Thanks for the tip.

No worries.

Hello, Frank.

So, if he definitely couldn't have been killed in the house, where was he

killed?

Any one of about 100 places within five minutes of the water.

Okay, maybe let's focus on the things we know. I spent most of last night

unravelling the message, Grant Edgar's finances.

And? And Stuart Granger was keeping Grant Edgar's garage afloat to the tune

Bertie Grant.

I told you, I knew his face. But you didn't believe me. You doubted me.

That's because I'm retired, which is pure ageism, sexism, and I would not

discount homophobes. Just tell us. Okay, Grant Edgar.

Now, I didn't teach him, but here he is in the tennis team, right?

Now, he couldn't play tennis to save himself, but he did it because he was

obsessed with the captain of the girls' team.

Susan Sterling. The princess of Dolphin Cove. That's a long time to hold a

candle for someone.

In debt to Stuart, in love with his wife, last to see him alive.

Yeah, but how did he do it?

Yeah, he's got a motive. They've all got motives.

That's all we've got is motives.

Like, this whole time we've been missing something that is right in front of us.

Like we're investigating the wrong crime.

Shame we can't. Shame the crime's fit the evidence we have.

That's what they did in the 80s.

Funny story about that, actually, when I was done for the session.

What if we are investigating the wrong crime?

If we could fit the crime to the evidence, what crime would that be and

who benefits from it?

Miss Rocco?

Yeah, you're a genius.

I've been saying that all along.

Come on.

Seriously, what are we doing?

Reggie was right. The wrong crime, the wrong victim, wrong location.

It doesn't make sense.

How could Stuart Granger never leave the house, yet show up murdered on the

beach?

I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I have a journalist and a photographer

here, now that we can finally present that trophy.

No sense at all until you look at it from the other direction.

Stuart was murdered.

But he wasn't meant to be.

Let's look at his behaviour on the day of his death.

A publicly announced appointment... So, I've got a two o 'clock at Hillside

Circuit. ..at a house with prominent security cameras that he knew better

anyone because he'd done his research.

He knew what those cameras could see and what they couldn't.

Stuart wasn't showing a buyer around. His buyer had no interest in the house.

mean, he couldn't afford it even if he did, no.

Stuart was creating an alibi.

Why?

So he could kill his wife.

And he had the perfect patsy.

Grant, who had a divorce to pay for, needed Stuart's money to stay afloat.

he had to do was wait in the house as Stuart escaped through the sliding

Thanks, wife.

Out of sight from the cameras, run down to the clifftop where he planned to

intercept Susan on her regular run.

and push her off the cliff.

A tragic fall from a notoriously uneven track.

He'd then return to the house, come back in through the door, and leave with

Grant in full view of the cameras.

Wife dead, alibi intact, free to marry Becky, raise their baby,

and inherit all that sterling money.

But, Dewitt never came back through that door because...

Someone got to him first.

You really hated him, didn't you?

Being under his thumb and doing his bidding.

I didn't kill him.

No.

But you helped.

You locked him out, ruining his alibi, confusing the investigation. But most

importantly, you told Susan...

what Stuart was planning because you've loved her since year 11.

And you, you did what you had to do.

With a generic kitchen knife.

When we figured out, oh, you were the more logical victim, we looked at the

track to the water and it turns out that bush track, it winds around to the

cliff top, which you know well from your regular run.

So I ran along the cliff.

You don't have a shred of proof that Stuart was anywhere near there.

Or do I?

Susan... The one hole in Stuart's plan.

Why did he trust you?

Why did he assume that you wouldn't tell Susan?

Because he never understood that the world didn't revolve around him.

The Stirlings built this town.

We were here long before you and your family, Mackenzie Clark.

And our name will endure when everyone in this room has been forgotten.

In the history books, on the street signs, on that trophy.

This is our legacy.

Would you have put all of this at risk?

How's that legacy looking now?

Susan Sterling, you're under arrest for the murder of Stuart Granger.

You don't have to say or do anything. Maybe you do or say.

Maybe you don't.

Doesn't have to look so boring, you know.

It's a murder board.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean it can't pop a bit.

So, uh, that's it?

Yep, looks like it.

Well.

Fun while it lasted. Like walking on a rainbow.

Look, I... Good luck, honey.

Thanks.

Colin?

Yesterday you bought me a coffee and I threw it in the bin.

That was rude.

No big deal. It's fine. I'm not really a people person.

You don't say.

Good luck back in London and thanks for showing me your house.

Actually, it's going to need a tenant.

Me?

I could never afford it.

Oh, just pay what you want. I don't care.

Thank you so, so much.

I'll take it back about you being weird.

You never said I was weird.

Um, figure of speech.

Okay.

Best of luck, and thank you again, forever, for the house.

Hi, gorgeous.

Hello.

Hi, gorgeous.

Yeah.

She really didn't get that big in the end.

Thought I'd drop these off at the Brotherhood in Red Bluff.

Since I've shot mad shafts at you.

Yeah, was she always that mean?

Pretty much.

Who did it?

Susan Sterling.

Hmm. Never liked her.

Yeah, no one did.

So, does that mean... Yep.

Back to London.

They'll be missing me.

Better get moving then.

Good to see you. Okay.

Why didn't you call me, Mac?

It's been six years.

You weren't even going to come and see me.

I know. You just left without even giving me a thought.

No, I gave you a thought.

I gave you lots of thoughts.

It was never about you.

What was it about then?

What, six years? You still haven't figured it out?

I wanted more.

Than me.

Than Dolphin Cove.

I don't fit here.

We both know that.

I mean, it's been six years and still no one here likes me. That is not true.

Goodbye, Glenn.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Ah. Thought we'd do this here, away from the station.

I dropped D .I. Mooney a line at New Scotland Yard.

Just to say how useful you'd been.

Don't my thanks.

Apparently you're under... And not. Well, you would have been if you hadn't

jumped on the first plane home with your warrant card.

Oh. D .I. Mooney asked me to relieve you of that.

I can explain.

Tampering with evidence.

I didn't.

I was stitched up.

The evidence went missing. So you ran away.

I would never do that. Huh.

Oh, well, you have.

I would never tamper with evidence.

I know.

I know. Still.

What are you going to do?

Jack's sorting it.

There's going to be an inquiry, Mackenzie. It's going to take months.

They won't let you work while that's happening. I mean, you'd be lucky to

there ever again.

I'll find a job somewhere. Oh, where?

What are they going to hear when they ring up D .I. Mooney for a reference?

The only station in the whole of Australia that will employ you.

There's one.

Even temporarily.

I don't have to be a detective.

Oh, you would die, Mackenzie Clark.

I moved halfway around the world to get away from Dolphin Cove.

Why would I ever work here again?

Elizabeth, why would you ever work anywhere else?

See you in the morning.

Oh, could you bring in some milk?

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