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Who is Don in the land dispute with?

The Dongalaba Corporation.

Al, we know your family was involved in a land dispute with Don Darryl. What it

looks like is you dragging a very dead Don Darryl up the jetty towards the

Dongalaba. He wasn't dead. He was shit -faced.

He was alive when I left him.

Isaac found it with weds and some mangroves. A dick and a bum.

Yeah, it's a dick bum.

Redcliffe directing Sergeant Ferguson, the conductor premises says today that

wasn't great.

Eddie did what?

Frank's been up to his old tricks again, hasn't he? Doing what, Eddie?

Poaching wild crocs, Collins, okay?

We have our own case. Someone else went out to the donger after our left, so I

need you here not fixating on your dad. I didn't poach any crocs. What is this,

Frank? Did you chop Don Daryl?

Found a police -issue handgun with two rounds missing, and we're just hoping to

identify the owner.

This is a bloody dog act, but it wouldn't be your first dog act, would

Gwena? Probably won't be your last dog act, will it?

I'm getting out. I'm going to get in the car. No, you will not be doing that.

I'm just going to charge it up and then zap, zap, zap. Get it out. I'm happy

with your little pigeon toys.

Get down, Eddie.

Put your belt on.

We will question Frank formally in our kitchenette with a recording device.

Why'd you fucking do it? Eddie, Eddie, no.

It was a stick job. Oh, come on. You've been talking about killing Don Darryl

for 40 years. We found a chainsaw buried in your backyard like a dead budgie.

Not to mention the fact that Leo found some of your crap in the river scrap.

What was it, Collins?

What was it? Hey?

Um... We will talk about that later. Yeah, we will talk about it later. It

something big, wasn't it? You are a shit creek without a snorkel, mate. Those

forensics are searching every nook and sonny at Don's Donger, and if they so

much as find a silver cube of yours, you are going down.

You got me.

I done it.

I murdered John Darryl.

How'd you fucking do it? Eddie, Eddie, no. You've really stepped it up,

shitface. You're going down.

A Jew is going to have no trouble at all imagining the bunny hops you've made

from fucking animal cruelty to full -blown fucking homicide.

I'm going to cook you like a three -course dinner, mate. It's going to be

meat and a fucking viennetta. Collins, don't answer that. Of course I'm not

going to answer that. You've been fucking lying. I'm just going to turn it

I'm right here.

Uh,

Detective Collins?

Hi, Cole.

We've got a bit of a problem at HQ.

Double -page spread in a national fucking paper.

Full colour.

The son, DJ Darryl says.

The cops went after Jason Wade.

Hipso facto, they think he murdered my dad.

So there it is, it's black and fucking white. It's not black and white, it's a

full colour spread. We never discussed anything of the kind with DJ Sir.

Commissioner, could we seek a legal retraction from the paper? He called

Wade a murderer, right? You tell him, fuck that cock. What the fuck are you

wearing? Oh, well, you said you were coming in at ten and I had running

Close your legs, mate. One of your nuts is... No, no, no, that's a pocket, sir.

That's a very low hanging pocket.

Ah,

here we go again.

Every weekend these eight -foot fucking seamans from that gay club knob across

the alley hurl shit at us.

Vomit, dingers filled with jizz. I'm sure here he thinks we should march with

him in pride.

No, well, I asked my 20 -year -old about that, and she said no.

That's unbelievable.

Because you bunch of fucks have been up at Barra Creek five fucking days, and by

all reports, your investigation has changed direction more times than a bat

a fucking concussion.

Oh, we would agree that it has been a bit of a bumpy start, sir, but we are

currently piecing together a picture.

A picture?

This isn't a 1 ,000 -piece puzzle of a fucking puppy in a hat. We haven't got

time to let this drag out, particularly if Don Darrell's... seagull family keeps

walking to the pratt well actually commissioner the detectives had a

breakthrough overnight they found a chainsaw at the property of a person of

interest oh good because blunt team has made a breakthrough too really have they

yeah two backpacks were found at river creek by a hunter and his pig dog So if

you don't finish pushing together your pictures, I'm going to hand your case

over to Blunt so fast that your heads will spin off your necks like a fucking

Greek discus. Do you understand?

Fucking spin your head off like a fucking discus? We do understand. We

absolutely understand.

Yes, sir. Put the fucking pants on, Colton, before I involve HR.

Yes, sir.

Well, wasn't he delightful?

Proud to serve with him.

Fucking cotton. Taking our case and giving it to Blunt. Kath, you need us to

pick something up from the cucka trucker for ladies day night. What the fuck is

that? And Pat's also messaged, Roger claims Frank's detainment contravenes

right to ipsum lorem. Okay, yep, all right, Roger's not a real lawyer.

Eddie!

Eddie! I'm coming through next to Nob. Chasing the fans.

Okay, Pat also wants to know how long do you think we'll be holding Frank

because he wants a continental breakfast from the pub and it costs $38. Take

bread and gruel the cunt. Oh, I am going to text the C word to Pat, Eddie. Yep.

Okay, so we can't hold Frank forever.

Well, we're not going to let him go. He confessed, and there was evidence in his

yard. Okay, well, the Chamber needs to be analysed, and his confession was

informal. To charge him, we need to build a case. We have a motive.

Frank found King, okay? And that rat bastard Don took the credit. So for 40

years, Frank's been farting hot air about killing Don, and now he's finally

it. So he's so fake that Frank did it. But we need a motive that is reasonable,

not crock -faced.

Hey, crock -faced motives are reasonable. Next, we need to ascertain

could have done this.

Okay, big eyes will autopsy the dick bum and test the chainsaw.

Backpack can look into its orange. We're like an investigative turd. Well, Leo

said they can't work with us today.

What? Mementos? Why not?

So, DJ, what are some of your fondest memories of your dad?

I'll tell you my fondest memory, Leon, all right?

It's in fucking ways. It's raining.

It's over!

DJ, Rabbit said the cops were questioning someone else from Land O

Who? Who was it? I don't know who it was.

My dad saw lights in the sky once.

They hovered there and just flew away.

Two days later, King had his leg.

Thanks, Troy. That's great colour.

God help us.

Pat, is Reddy and that other copper in there?

Nah, sorry, Mick. I don't know where they are.

Why was my brother questioned by them yesterday?

Hey. Do you want to come inside? I just made a cuppa. No, no, no. I'll stick to

the perimeter, thanks. Like it's Chernobyl.

Listen, why wasn't Legal Aid notified?

Oh, I'd pop my head in. That was nothing serious.

They were just chatting to Al about, you know, why he was at the don or with Don

on the night he was murdered.

Right, yeah, it was all good. Al let them know he was out on the river on the

big King Tide cultural business, of course. And they sent him on his way.

Mum, look at me.

I met young Mav yesterday.

He wasn't too keen on me giving him a lift home.

Yeah, well, Mav doesn't know you, Pat. The cops put his dad in jail.

Hmm, I see. He's had a few reigns with the law, too.

Well, I guess that might colour things for him. You tell those two next time

they want to chat to my brother. They need an advocate president. Oh, no, no,

they won't be questioning him anymore. They're holding someone else now.

Who? It's not my mob. Oh, I'm not at liberty to say, love.

Pat! I need to make a lunch order.

All right, Frank.

Just keep it down, mate.

I want a chicken parma and a lots of cheesecake for my wife and my foodie.

Let's give you lots to Uncle Rogers, eh? And let's not kick the kick with his

artwork this time, please. How do we know what's his art and what's his

All right, you swampy fucks. This is a lock -in until you lots start talking

about Sunday night.

You're our first quarrel. Come on.

Snitch it up.

How'd you hate the news about Bushy's gun being found?

Oh, I haven't told her yet. I was going to tell her last night, but then her dad

got arrested.

And now City HQ has put this absurd time pressure on us, like it is cake pop

week on a baking show.

Did you see this old scrote, this bike here?

Oh, yeah.

He was here on Sunday night.

He left at 11 .15 after my set. I remember him because he got mad at me

he didn't know Cacklin Rosie.

What? I think it's a song about a witch, maybe.

Like a jolly witch. What did you say?

Crackling Rosie? No, Shane Job.

Neil Diamond. How the fuck do you not know that song? Play it now.

Play it now.

Play it now, my baby.

Crackling. Crackling Rosie.

No Yule History. Hey, men, where are you going? Hey, I've got questions for you.

Did my old man have his goody here Sunday night?

Oh, poor love.

It's unhealthy to keep all that inside.

Remember when we lost Angela Lansbury? That dog that we had for three weeks?

Yeah, her death was so sudden and I didn't process it properly and it gave

those hemorrhoids.

This is like the Mariana Trench.

It's really important to feel your feelings and do the healing before your

gets involved.

Okay, I'm going to hose out those portaloos for Linda Mary's party.

I love you, Sophie.

Good luck telling Eddie about Bush's gun.

Eddie! Here.

Okay. Laura the Explorer said Frank lived here on this scooter at 11 .15.

drone showed Al and Don on the jetty at 11 .30, so Frank must have arrived at

the donger after Al left.

Right, and Lynn thinks it was fully charged.

Yeah, because he bums her power every time he comes to town.

It's Abby. Hang on, she's saying there's no sign of the chainsaw at Forensics.

She doesn't think it's there.

What? You told Luke to travel it to Forensics, yeah? Yes, I did.

I mean...

In my head, but maybe not with my mouth. Okay, okay, so where is the chainsaw

now? No, I had it, okay? I fucking had it. I wrapped it up and then I put it...

I don't fucking know, okay? Frank was calling me a snitch. He came at me with

creaky little lat and so I went, ah -choo, like that, and then fucking

got a red ant bite, so Frank pulled his dick out and pissed on the sting.

There was a lot going on. Okay, so the chainsaw is still at Frank's?

I don't know, maybe, yeah, probably.

Okay, well, it is our only actual evidence, so we should probably get out

and get that. Okay, well, then we'll get Leo to take this out to the donger, and

they can time out the journey, see if the battery can make 6k.

Wait, Leo's not working with us today.

Fuck!

Okay, well then you can write this out when we get back then. No, no. I never

fit on that. I look like a Soviet circus bear. Detective, the suspect has a

message for you. No, no. Do not do it. Do not tell me that he has changed his

confession or some shit. The suspect has changed his lunch order. He now wants a

dozen oysters Kilpatrick and something called a steak cake cooked well done.

Luke,

what are you doing now?

I need to get the chainsaw from Barrow Creek, Diane.

Well, you've been put on death duty. Yes, I know I have. But why? You have

removed from your team due to a personality clash.

Hang on. Lauren and Oliver complained about me? But they don't even know my

name. Well, Toby also showed signs of discomfort with you, as evidenced by his

severe constipation.

Can I at least have access to lab three so I can autopsy Don Daryl's pelvis?

I don't have a swipe card.

Don Daryl is not a priority for us, miss. Until the task force needs you,

can unpack the dishwasher and consolidate the communal Vegemite jars

kitchen. Thank you. A touch report needs to be done on him, Diane.

And the chainsaw needs to be tested too because that was the thing that was used

to disarticulate him.

I bagged the chainsaw up. And where the fuck did I put it?

Hi, Luke.

Had to go with a scooter.

Maybe. It was where I was drinking. Hey! My kite!

Okay.

Oh, here it is.

Collins have found it. It's over here in front of Pippa Pet's cage.

What a shock.

Yes, we'll come get you.

What the fuck?

Fucking Frank.

Shitster.

Yes, see you soon. Bye.

Eddie.

Eddie, have you got the chainsaw?

Yep. It's just here.

Hey, we should grab some of Frank's bric -a -brac -a while we're out here as

well. Might help us with the cause of death.

We've got loads of weapons out here. A shotgun, meat hook, samurai sword.

He could have sat that on his scooter when he went to the pub. Moon boot done

yet? We should get him to collect up this shit and do the fuck boring drive

to Darwin Watt.

Luke didn't make it to the donger. The battery died three k's out of town. So

unless Frank walked the rest of the way, he didn't follow Don from the pub to

the donger.

Yeah. Yeah.

Frank didn't follow Don from the pub to the donger. Exactly.

He has the muscle mass of a pipe cleaner, Eddie. There's no way he could

any of this. I think we should reconsider the validity of his

He scooted here to his joint and then, then he went to the donger. What? How,

Eddie? By a slingshot? No. And the crow flies because the crow avoids all roads,

bridges and security cameras. Come on, Colin.

We need to be like the crow. No, Eddie, we do not need to be like the crow. We

need to be like the police.

We take the chainsaw to forensics.

Evidence protocols are not a serving suggestion.

Yeah, so this party is Lynn and Mary's first big event. I'm practising crop

-sucking cowboys.

Butterscotch snaps and a layer of Irish cream for the juice.

I think, yeah, nah, I'm looking forward to my retirement party. Oh, yeah, great.

Booked a private dining room.

I've pre -ordered a whole lot of prawns. Oh, good.

I mean, you know, after 40 years of service, I expect to be a pretty good

turnout.

I started in the force when I was 20, just after I got married.

But my husband, he didn't understand this job is a calling, so we divorced.

Then he died, apparently.

Right. Now I need to pick up Frank's stage cake.

When you said we'd cross a river in your childhood boat, wasn't expecting one

that you've built out of plastic barrels and zip ties in the 90s, Eddie. Shut

up. I'm thinking.

Okay, this is definitely Frank's tingy. I can tell by the portside piss thing.

So what's happened is he rowed it over here to the donger side of the river.

Then that old grog bog has dragged it up here.

Eddie, let's just show Frank's been over here. It doesn't prove he was here on

Sunday night.

The boat could get up this high if it was a big fuck -off tide, and according

Al and his king tide cultural business, it was a king tide on Sunday.

So, all right.

Frank's fucking bush -bashed it all the way to Don.

Eddie, Eddie, what are we doing? Our water bottles are still in the car. Come

on, Collins.

Move your boobs. The dong is just on the other side of the DRR.

That's it.

I'll drive to Perth. I'm ripped now. I've got a phone.

All right, bye.

Did you find a phone?

Yeah, it's here. It's a flip phone.

I wonder whose car this is. Do you reckon we could sell it?

Got to get it running first, bruv.

You reckon it's here because aliens picked it up but it was too heavy so

dropped it again?

It's not aliens.

Well, if it wasn't aliens, how'd it get here then? Yeah.

Uncle Roger says there's the biggest mob light tonight.

Aliens bring these things up to their spaceship.

He says it's a government conspiracy.

I see.

I'll check us out, Clay.

Yep.

And Sherry, it's definitely not yours. No, Pap Gabe told us where she cleaned

out lost properties.

Okay, perfect. We have no reception.

Come on. You're a lesbian on a bushwalk. Just be guided by your gay.

Oh, well, you know, Eddie, if I'd known that we were going on this enterprise,

my gay would have guided me to a snake -centric first aid kit and my camel

bladder. All right, all right. Yes, yes.

We should have brought Cass' drink bottles.

My piss back there's like pumpkin soup. But it's all good.

We're in the DRR. I know this place like the moles on my fucking tits. Plus, if

any grey men try anything, I've got the reflexes of a liger and a police -issued

gun. Pew, pew!

Look, uh, Eddie, speaking of police -issued guns... Fuck my dick.

What?

Fruity juice.

I knew it.

Frank walked this track.

It's his signature chewing.

Frank has sat here smoking a fag and chewing on his pineapple cup and look,

there's another wrapper.

Frank must have been nervous. He was chewing like a cow at a rave. Sorry, how

you know it's Frank?

Because no one else thinks that.

Tastes like toucan piss.

Come on, call us. Come on.

Come on!

The dong is just up here.

Hey, wait, Eddie, I mean, those tropical chewing gum wrappers could be anyone's.

It doesn't mean it's connected to Frank or Don's murder, so can we just forget

about the donger and... No, shut your ring.

Okay. Fruity juice has a short flavour window, so if Frank started a bit back

there on that log, then he'd be looking to get rid of it somewhere.

Eddie! Somewhere, like right... here.

I fucking told you Frank was here.

Bag it.

Geek rocket.

We got him.

Let's get back to town and charge that rat fucker.

Hey, Terry, can you stop playing with that mic, please, Bob?

No, why?

Because it's giving me a real bad headache in my ears. Hey, Uncle Roger

might play that slide all day to near pizza news.

Yep, yep. So proud, tell you what.

Hey, what did you get up to?

We found a cool tree. Yep, we played that all day.

You played a cool tree all day?

Okay.

Hey, what's that?

Is it the buffalo?

Is it Bob?

I wish.

Jump over, you two.

No, it's clay. Meat farted. I didn't do meat fart. That was Bob.

Eddie, it's getting dark and I don't recognise anything.

Told you, I know my shit.

Eddie, we didn't pass that before.

Yeah, we did. It was probably hiding behind a fat bandana. You know, I may be

dangerously low on electrolytes, but I reckon I would have remembered a four

-wheel drive in our path.

That's clearly been stolen. I'm going to write down that VIN number. It's just

VIN. Just leave it.

It's due diligence. No, come on. We've got to get you home before a mozzie

your moot. Boat's just down there.

It's not just there, Eddie. Just there is just more bugs because we are lost.

No. I have a perfect sense of direction because of the mercury bird magnet in my

brain. Eddie, you don't have a mercury bird magnet in your brain. How do you

know? Because you are not a bloody bird.

You're just pissed I got the result.

Oh, my God.

You know what?

What? I knew we should have turned back and not pursued your half -cocked plan.

Excuse me, not half a cock, a whole cock. My better judgment, I followed you

now I am dehydrated.

There are bugs just nibbling at me like I am a corncob and we are lost.

I got the evidence we needed, didn't I? Well, that doesn't matter if we die

getting it, Eddie. Why did you follow me if I am such a half a cock then, hey?

Why? What's wrong with you? Well, I've just been a little bit preoccupied all

day, Eddie, because Bushy's so... His gun was found in the river yesterday.

And, okay, yes, I was waiting to tell you at a more appropriate time, but

actually been a nightmare all day. Yeah, yeah, great. Gotcha. It's half of the

update. Okay, you're welcome.

Also, sorry I didn't know that Bushy's body was found around here.

It wasn't.

It was found 200 k's away, wrapped up in a net like a dead man quality string.

But his gun was here.

So was he in Barrow Creek when he died? What does it matter where he was,

whether he was here or fucking straddling a satellite up in space,

He still topped himself, so just fucking leave it.

Good, you're not dead.

That makes it easier.

Mickey.

Again, Luke, we're very sorry we forgot about you. I will be taking tomorrow for

personal leave.

Get a load of the weather today. It's pretty, pretty

cool.

Have them mammary test clouds, you know, the ones with white boobs.

Thoughts of violence when they attack.

Dying here to start trouble, I'm just here to say facts.

You can't paint me how you wanna paint cracks. And I'm tied to my mug, got my

mug on my back.

Day three of the Bassnanza and the $200 ,000 Golden Barra is still out there.

That's right, Beefy, but today is all about the girls. Because it's Ladies'

It certainly is. And, Skinny, apparently there's a Ladies' Day night event at

the Barra Creek Park. Ah, when's that, today?

No, that's tonight.

Oh, yeah, I'm going to avoid that. Yeah, we'll be staying off the road.

I can't believe you were lost. I didn't even know.

Oh, no, I wouldn't say we were lost. I would have combusted if I knew. Lucky I

had my new book, you know, from the pub book swap. It's called Breathless Falls.

Turns out it's lazy porn. I ended up wanking all night. I'm Red Roar,

Oh, that's no good.

It's written in 1945.

It's about these two Roars. They went to a waterfall called Breathless Falls and

they came across this old hut and they just started fucking in the hut.

It's incredible.

I'm in a constant state of coming. I'm in a come loop, doll.

All right, I'm done. Have you washed your bits?

Yes.

Oh, fuckity, I forgot our towel.

Can you just wait?

Hi, Joy. Hi,

Kath. Hi, Dulcie. Hi, Joy. Yes, it is.

Thank you. Nice to see you.

Do you want my towel, Kath?

Oh, no, no. I'll just drip dry.

We'll drive. A white land cruiser has vanished without a trace. White land

cruiser. Great job.

You've called superintendent.

Cole, Cole, leave a message.

Cole, it's Dulcy. I think I found the backpacker's vehicle, so call me back.

Hey. Hey, Leah, have you seen Eddie?

Uh, no. I wanted to talk to you about my interview with the Darrells. That's

fine. There's no need to apologise.

Oh, no, I'm not apologising. It's Abby. Oh, hi, ma 'am. I can't autopsy the

pelvis because Diane won't let me into the lab because she's a human sphincter,

but... Have you seen the WhatsApp I created for you, me and man?

Uh, no, I haven't. Oh.

No worries. Have the task force found anything at the mine site?

Um, no. So far they've only found a bunch of feral pig bones, which are

connected to the backpackers as they sound.

Okay. How about Astrid and Ebba's vehicle? Any sign of that?

No, that's still missing too.

In fact, the only thing the task force has found at the River Creek mine site

are those random old backpacks. And I've seen photos of them. They have more

southern cross flags on them than an anti -vaxxer's bumper bar. So unless

and Ebba immediately became Australian racist on their holiday, And that stuff?

That doesn't belong to them.

They're still out there. I agree, ma 'am. Whatever happened to them...

Detective?

I went to go and collect the suspect's breakfast this morning.

The detective Regcliffe already picked up the suspect's breakfast on her way to

interview him, which made my trip completely and utterly redundant.

Sorry, Eddie is interrogating Frank without me. Yes, but she didn't pay for

I did.

So I'd like to be reimbursed a full $37 .50, please.

Stop it. Luke?

Yeah, exactly, man. Stop her.

You tell Detective Redcliffe that while she is interviewing a suspect without

me, I'm off to the DRR on another lead. I'll be back in half an hour. Abby, I've

got to go.

Okay, check the group chat. Where should your phone be, miss?

Well, my phone should be in my locker, Diane.

Mm -hmm.

But you know what? Lab equipment should be sterilized in the autoclave, not

stacked in the dishwasher by you and put on a 30 -minute ecocycle. I mean,

corrosive beakers covered in fuck knows what next to people's food containers

and reusable straws. For shame, Diane.

Now imagine what the prof would think of you if he heard this from me.

What do you want, Abigail?

I think you know what I want, Diane.

How'd you sleep last night, Frank?

What's the threat count of the sheeps in here?

Zero? Huh? These weren't rice bubbles.

No idea. These are my rice bubbles.

Ah.

Delicious.

Went back to your place.

Found your little brother's green trail of fruity juice wrappers all the way to

Dawn's Donger. You got anything to say about that?

No? Doesn't matter.

Because I've fucking got you, mate. I've got you.

You loaded up Don with croc -sucking cowboys. Then you row, row, rowed your

over the river. You bush -bashed into Don's place, bumped him off, hacked him

up, dumped his body, and then you row, row, rowed your boat.

Colin!

Colin!

What's this? Why are you... Speedwalk with me. I need to talk to you about my

Daryl family interview.

Yeah, well, you really side -fucked us with that, Leo, but apology accepted.

not apologising. DJ Daryl said that John had me sent to the speedway. Collins,

you in here?

Frank, Timmy is still on the donger side of the river.

Someone go take a lift home.

Do you hear me?

Someone else is at the donger. Frank had an accomplice. That boy's not talking.

Someone else is involved.

Sorry, Joy. Ignore that. That was just a funny joke. Um, yeah, sorry.

Backpack, can I just give you a bit of advice?

Later, babe.

Uh, I haven't been with the tour where you can sing.

I know.

Spain? Yeah, probably.

Why not?

Anyway, what were you saying?

The public used my work message bank to report crocodile -based tip -offs. I

went through the messages in my first week on the job and then I've never

listened to them again because I don't want to.

I respect that, Leo.

Thanks. But last night I found this message from Don. He left this.

two days before he was murdered.

Leon, it's Don Daryl. I've just come in to some very interesting information

about what's been going on around here. It's about the lights in the sky.

Let's just say I know... Is that a doctor?

The people behind this will try and kill me to keep the truth from getting out.

The only way I aren't happy is if they're booting me out. But I won't shut

Leon. I'm a truth teller.

Meet me Monday.

DJ!

Obviously, I didn't meet with Don on the Monday because he was dead. Well, who

wanted to kill him? Who's this group he's talking about?

The NUA, the local conspiracy theorists who trade in the cooker classics,

aliens, 5G, World Economic Forum, the Great Fire of London being started by a

rat spontaneously combusting.

Their current president is a Mr.

Surname Redacted.

Fucking Roger.

Frank's fucking garbage brother.

Phone in the box, please, Edwina.

Right, fine.

Done.

Come out.

5G, electro -smog, can't get you now, Rog.

Now, Edwina, as a citizen of the sovereign state of Magpie Goose Landing,

not acknowledge... Was Don Darrell a member of the NUA UFO... And I do not

consent to answering your questions.

OK, no works. No fucking works, mate.

Just trying to get you involved.

I already know that Don was a member of the NUA.

What was the information you didn't want to get out, hey?

Did Don find out that you and Frank were up to something?

Huh? Hang on.

Does Frank know that you buddied up to Don while he was in the clink?

He doesn't. He had intel about the pyramids in Antarctica. That's the only

reason I approved it.

Wowee! His best friend cheating on him with his worst enemy.

This is like some bloody cooker Bermuda love triangle. Don't you tell Frank.

This could end very badly for me at winter. It's my boat.

But it's his big magnet. Okay.

I won't tell him if you answer my questions, Rog.

I'll be a softball to start.

What the fuck were you up to on Sunday night?

Lynne, Mary, I just spoke to some fishers. They all misunderstood the

They thought it meant ladies' day night, like the cricket.

So the whole comp's on their way now.

It's ladies' day night. It's a night event for ladies' day. The DJ doesn't

here till...

Well, that's it, Mary.

It's over then. Guess I'll reunite with my ex -husband. Maybe he'll stop

thinking it's gay to wash his bumhole.

Oi, where are you going?

I'm a lesbian with two lesbian mothers. I know what women want.

Thanks, Flora. That's enough. Daddy, where'd you get that car?

This bullshit.

She's dead in the river.

Let's go, girl.

Mickey, come on.

Better get down here.

I wasn't even with Frank on Sunday night. Me and Mary came straight home.

is our doorbell can, time -stamped at 21 .47.

So, you're just up the road. You went home, changed your shorts, met up with

Frank at the donger, and you did a little night murder. No, I didn't yell

again. Just watch.

These cameras go 24 -7, 354.

You'll see the footage of the perimeter. Mary's mini horse doing its bedtime

wee, but on the doorbell camera, you won't see me because I'm tucked up in

wearing my bloody C -pad.

What's that?

C -pad.

That's personal, Edwina. Redact it. Redact it. No, not the fucking CPAP.

Just replay the tape. There's a car driving towards the donger.

Who the fuck is that?

Wait a minute.

I know that logo.

Caustic ulcerations.

200 mil.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Diane, but I had to leave work early. I've got my period.

It's a big one.

Hi, Angelo. It's Leo Lee. I'm Polly.

Um, I'm making inquiries into a chainsaw that you recently sold on Marketplace,

so call me back and I will answer the phone, I guess.

This is a private event. It's just me. I can't be out there anymore.

I feel like I just vomited into a sleeve.

No, why did I give you my number?

White!

When are you killed, white guy?

When are you killed?

Look at this, white crook flock!

I thought you were. No, I was listening.

People love me. I'm like a modern day Ned Kelly.

You've got to forget Jason White, DJ.

No, I'm going to destroy it. Wait, where are you going?

Back to the party. Get your own way home. No. Shona, have you seen Tegan?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Tegan, move your bridge.

I'm going out.

Where's the salty? Over there.

They just came in with it. Did the cops know? No. So you better get her out of

here. Yep, I'm on it. Be careful. And if there's trouble, my cross will steal

that. Thanks.

Excuse me, I need that cross. My cross?

Why? You! Come out and bring it back here!

Still got the shit with you.

Look at my little brother's flyways accusing him of murder.

You were at the donger the night Don was murdered.

I knew something was fucking off about you. When I saw those pretty juice

wrappers in your cup holder, I thought, oh, yuck, that's a bit of a turn off.

And now I know you had my geriatric rat dad in your car.

Oh, fucking crap. I didn't turn off. A little bit.

Well, I wasn't even out at Don's donger.

You're having a good night.

You drove past me. Roger and Mary drove out. No, I didn't. Fuck.

Listen, I was out there because Don snuck the donger over the boundary into

DRR, so I tried to drag it back with my winch.

I only managed to pull it off its blocks, though, because Frank was

knackered. What happened then, eh? Did you give Frank a hand?

Yeah, killing Don. Get that dungalaba land dispute wrapped up quick, smart.

You're accusing me now?

Yeah. Are you fucking serious?

Don was still here at the pub when we were at the donger. Ask Mary. She was on

lookout. Oh, bullshit, Mickey, okay? We have footage of Don at the... the donger

at 11 .30pm. Flowers told me that Frank left the pub after her set at 11 .15pm.

No, I was driving Frank home by 11 .15pm. Flowers, Sunday night, your set

finished at 11 .15pm, Frank left the pub after that, yeah?

Oh, yeah, I forgot that Lynn cut my set short because I was crying too much, so

I actually finished at nine.

See? Frank and I were long gone when Don arrived.

Frank wasn't at the donger to kill Don, Eddie.

He was dropping a dead croc off at Don's cot. He was doing croc justice.

Just think it through, you dumb copper dog fuckhead.

Why didn't they use this fucker? Tell me the truth about all this shit then.

Why do you think? Because I was out there doing something dodgy. So maybe

geriatric rat dab was trying to protect me from you lot.

Because I've got three kids and they'll get taken away from me if I get caught

putting one nubby pinky toe wrong.

Fucking hell. No, actually, you know what? Fuck this.

A black fella didn't kill Don Darryl. Because if black fellas were bumping off

every land -stealing white fella, 80 % of this town would be dead.

Of all the settler blow -ins, I cannot believe that didn't occur to you.

That's why we have the extra toilets.

Nikki!

the way from darwin i think my engine's fallen out i got access to the dick bum

and i ran a tox report on john darrell he wasn't drunk there was no alcohol

present in his system at all man john

darrell was incapacitated the night he died because he was poisoned

detective this bullets from a police issue weapon yeah it is

it keeps checking the serial number now I knew the backpackers were driving a

white Land Cruiser, so this was just due diligence to make sure it's not there.

But then it was burnt out last night, though.

Yeah, I can barely read this bin because it's so fire damaged. I don't think

that's a seven. I'm going to try a one.

Why did I listen to Eddie? The evidence is gone now because I left it a whole

bumming day.

Don't stress. We'll figure it out.

Oh, here we go.

Hang on.

That's not the backpacker's car.

Oh, no, no, that can't be right.

Right, who's the vehicle registered to?

How did it get to the DRR?

The last time I saw that vehicle was a night I pulled the silly bugger over for

drink driving.

We left the car on the side of the road.

Ma 'am, John had colonic ulcerations from eating red meat laced with

It's the organophosphorus compound that's present in weed killer.

I think someone put it in John's steak cake. Found something.

Fuck my animal.

This is on DJ Social.

Hey, he's gone. DJ Darryl Crockard here. I just want to introduce you to...

Yeah, Dulce, we've run the serial number on that bullet. It was fired from

Detective Bushman's gun. It matches the round from his skull. But, Detective, it

was the second bullet fired.

So, it was fired after Bushy was shot?

Yeah, he couldn't have fired that shot himself.

Someone else was involved.

Dulce, where did you find that bullet?

Mate, this is the duck boat.

I'm telling you, this thing's fucking brutal. Yeah, yeah, DJ's got an

car. It's very cool. I've always wanted one. Look who Don's talking to in the

background.

Who is that?

Oh, my God.

It's the Swedish backpackers.

It's 9 % of my job's fucking way.

This isn't over. Detective, Bushy didn't commit suicide.

We're looking at a homicide here.

Where did you find that bullet?

In a Land Cruiser.

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