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Has your partner ever offered an
explanation as to what she was doing at

Creek the night Detective Bushman was
shot? No, she hasn't. They're reopening

Bushy's cave.

They found the fucking bullet in my Land
Cruiser, mate.

It was you that called it in. You have
consistently and repeatedly lied to me.

They found something on the security
cameras at the HQ car park. It shows

leaving in his ute and then seen after.
And he drives out after him in a

cruiser. You think Eddie killed Bushy? I
think that we need to let the

investigation run its course.

Dulcy would never have done that to
Eddie. I don't see Dulcy at all in this

decision. Everybody should be asking why
Bushy was in Barrow Creek. It doesn't

matter why you're in Barrow Creek. Leo
and I just found out that never.

Fuck, there's still a lot.

Leo figured out John's message.

He was saying he knew who killed those
skinny little girls.

His words... Not mine. Don knew which
psycho was killing those selfies.

Asher and Ebba were actually showing Don
this business card. They got it from a

guy who said he was a liaison for this
business called Lisa.

Because they were growing up in
helicopters and shooting crocodiles.

They're hunting them.

Trophy hunting.

It's a burner, man. Before today, it was
only used to call one other number.

Call the number, big one.

Who the fuck is this?

You're not supposed to be doing this.

You're a cop.

Yes, I know I am a cop. That is why I am
here.

Try the anti -protective speech. This is
profoundly illegal regime.

Yeah, but this is my first shift. I
didn't know it was crook hunting. Let's

Fucking cash and hand jobs. It's always
something disgusting. Or illegal.

Or both.

Okay, let's get in there, boys.

All right, let's go.

I need to get out of here. Yeah, that's
not a lie. I see a great tree back in

Dublin. I'm not about to get locked up
in one of your posse detention centres.

Where are you going?

I'm a fucking cop. Let's go. Jesus.

Okay.

You can just come with me.

This way.

Let's get in, boss.

Come on.

My phone's in the chopper. Where's
yours? My phone's dead.

Okay, I'll talk to this guy. He lives on
an avocado farm not far from here. We

can go there, charge your phone, and
cause someone to pick us up. How far

is it? Just 25km. What? We'll be there
by sunrise.

Come on, Jackie.

We're out on the road.

Leo and I just dropped the backpackers
off at the airport. They made us keep it

a secret that they were alive until
after they left so they didn't have to

with Ebba's act. And look, technically
we should have reported it to the

authorities, but when your actions hurt
real people, then everybody knows you

just have to do the right thing,
Rasheed. Okay, Abby, I know that I've

up. Oh, you reckon, cunt?

Yes, I do reckon. And I am trying to get
Eddie out of this mess. That you dumped

them in? Yes, that I dumped them in. All
right. Leo would never do that.

I know that Eddie didn't kill Bushy.

I think that Bushy was murdered by
someone involved with Jason Wade because

uncovered the croc safaris.

But there is footage.

of Eddie following Bushy out of City HQ.

And a bullet from Bushy's murder weapon
was found in Eddie's Torch Land Cruiser.

So, until we have a reasonable
explanation for that five -star buffet

evidence, there is no way those
detectives will drop Eddie as a suspect.

Cass, I love you so much. I love you
too, so much. But also, the detectives

in our camper van with two police...

Our piss bucket, their sports brands,
Bushy's fuck -off on fishing hats, even

her coat can.

Dulcy, they're collecting Eddie's DNA. I
heard them say they're taking him to

the crime scene in the DR.

Okay, Kath, everybody, we need to stall
those detectives in whatever way you

can. Not you, Rasheen.

Oh, thank you, baby Jesus.

Abby, do you have any idea where Eddie
might be?

Um... In the river's other sea, there
are crocs unseen.

And that is biggest mob, but they're
moving upstream.

Crocodiles are deadly. Stay still. Oh,
sorry.

No, I don't go on the hunt.

I'm on the ground, Mick.

Spud uses the drone to find the shock
croc.

And Jason gets me to collect them in an
esky because he knows that it's not

illegal for me to have them.

What? Why isn't it illegal?

It's cultural reasons. It's none of your
business.

Look, I'm really sorry, Mick. I tried to
quit, but Jason said I'm in too deep

now. I'm scared of him, sis. True God,
the dude doesn't blink.

Who done? Those detectives?

Collins. I'm not answering. She's dead
to me.

Okay, Al.

So you're not one of the big boys
playing kill, kill, bang, bang, but who

involved? Whose card is this?

We know it belongs to Wade's liaison. We
think this bloke bumped off Don Daryl.

But he's dangerous, Ali. He's a
dangerous liaison.

Dude, as if Jason would tell me who they
are. I'm just black cladding. Hang on.

Did you just say they? Mm -hmm. Wait, is
it Leo?

Fuck, my mentor!

Oh, it's always the ones you least
expect.

Fucking rolled again.

No, they, because there's been more than
one liaison.

They got rid of the first one six months
ago.

Shit, Reddy. That's why there's two
numbers on the card. Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, so we just need to connect Jason
with these hunts and the hit on Don.

He's using it better to call these
liaisons. We've got to find it. Button

Can you get us into his office? It's
Dolce.

I know Eddie didn't kill Bushy. This is
all my fault. I spent the night trying

to make this right. She keeps going,
apologising, listing her mistakes.

Hey, shame.

Did she have an affair?

Give me that. No, excuse me. You're on
the hook for murder and she wants to

get you off. No, that's not our vibe at
all. Get off. I meant legally, not

sexually.

I'm getting all flustered because you're
making me defend a cop and your hair's

all out.

Can I go?

No.

Rudy, I'm sick of your dead -to -me
shit. Look, I know that what Dulcy did

dog act, okay? But she's trying to take
responsibility and fix it. Yeah, she

fucked up. But you fucked up too.

And fucked -up places create fucked -up
people that do fucked -up things.

Nothing here is ever black and white.

Zebras are.

And actually, you know what? Actually,
if you think I'm a fuck -up as well,

I'll just go. So you're binning yourself
now?

No, you're binning me. I don't bin
people.

That's proper carceral thinking. You
need to decolonise your mind, sis. Do

work, because I'm trying to keep you.

Hey, I could break into Jason's office.

What? Yeah.

I could. I could sneak in. I can wear
the chomp costume, try and find his Lisa

burner. You? Sneak in? But he can't even
do guna quietly.

No, no, no. Me and Reddy will go. You
take the kids fishing.

Oh, Mick, it's about the storm.

Al, where'd you hear this fishing shirt
from?

What? Oh, that's my Lisa uniform.

Hey, Clay, I've got another charger for
that phone you mob found in the DR.

Excuse me? That you found in the where
now?

They found a flip phone out in the Land
Cruiser near Rogerson. Clay, you said

you played Cool Tree.

Sorry, Mel, you went to the DRO.

Hey, where are you going? Cuba.

I'm off to drink my heaters in the sun.

Freddie, what about Jason's burner?

Sorry, I'm confused.

Diane said that you had a rapid DNA
testing machine out here.

Yeah, Diane has a drinking problem. She
hides vodka in an amber pear. It's

really sad. So it'll be three days,
unfortunately, to DNA test your evidence

there. Yeah.

Everything takes longer up here because
of the road train. Okay. Well, in order

to make an arrest, we need to establish
a forensic link between our murder

suspect, whose DNA is all over this
evidence, and the biological matter

the bullet from the cruiser. What? So
this testing needs to be prioritised.

We're very behind, as it is, thanks to a
chatty lesbian who gave us terrible

directions. Erin. What? She's into the
fishing golf, Rachel.

Her lesbianism is irrelevant.

She's the... the one who called herself
a city licker. Okay, no overheating.

Just go to the car and turn the aircon
on.

I just want to go to the wave pool.

I apologise about Detective Wilson.
She's a paramotor portal.

They denied her HRT. It's medical
misogyny and it's ruining my life. If

could get us an ETA on the results as
soon as you can. Thank you.

Lauren and Oliver.

And no worries.

You have the car keys.

Yes, all right. I'm coming.

Abby, come on, let's go. We've got
Eddie's stuff. We've already told the

detective. And this paper winds me it's
not going to hold on for long. I look

like a toddler.

No, I'm trying to find the bullet. That
hormonal detective said there's

biomatter on it. She thinks it's
probably Eddie's DNA.

But she's wrong. And maybe whoever's DNA
is on it is Bushy's murderer.

But I can't find it. She's going to go
to jail.

Stop it. They're going to hear us.
Hello, champ.

Question. Can you do a rapid DNA test on
this?

100 % I can, champ.

Good man.

What? What is it?

Eddie.

I called Mickey. He said you're off to
drink mojitos in the sun, but the

detectives aren't with me, and I'm not
going to tell them that you're here.

I'm so sorry, Eddie.

I... I've been completely off on one
since we arrived

up here, or, you know, more globally
since birth.

But that doesn't excuse the harm that I
have caused you. And I am going to work

myself into a nub to clear your name.

And I would work that nub into an even
smaller nub to fix us too, but I also

know that that is not happening.

And I know that I am dead to you, so...
I just...

I just wish

that I had been more careful with my
best friend because I would do

anything to get them back.

Them her.

I'll do anything to get them her back.

Yeah, them her. Sorry, thank you. Great.

Okay, thank you. I'll leave you alone.
Thanks, Eddie.

You do anything?

Ah, yep.

Yes. Yes?

Lie on the ground.

I beg your pardon?

Right, yes. Lie on the ground. Yes.

Roll over.

Uh -huh.

Expose your belly. Full submission.

Like this?

Yes. Okay.

Do dog hands.

Oh.

Wimper.

All right, that's enough. You're making
it groggy, so I'll just get up here.

Really? Really?

Yeah, I just said that, didn't I?

Just... Oh, fuck me.

Sorry. Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Horse mounting a horse. I didn't mean to
put my face so close.

Oh, that's a cramp.

I got it. I got it.

Eddie, I found that coaster in Bushy's
box, the one that you told Wilson and

Green about.

Eddie Bushy wasn't out at Bear Creek
that night because he was having an

I think that Jason ordered a hit on Don
because he knew too much, and I think he

did the same to Bushy. I think Bushy was
killed because he was investigating

Jason's crock hunt. Bushy wasn't
investigating the hunt.

This is his shirt.

The one I told you about, croc on the
front, chopper on the back.

He didn't uncover those hunts.

He was in on them.

that storm brewing, Pat?

I brought you today's electro smog
readings.

They're off the charts. Look, problems
don't lie.

Yeah, all right. I'll make sure Senior
Sergeant Ferguson gets these, Rog. Oh,

course. It's your last day.

How was your retirement party?

Oh, yeah. Some ripped snorter. Good
luck, Pat. All the best.

G .J., how you holding up, love? Big
day.

Right.

Yep, okay, be right there.

Troy! Troy!

The duck boat can't go in the water, so
we're going to have to take the box and

the dad down to the jetty and the beach
trolley.

There they are, Pat.

Those kids are down there.

I'm not dealing with this today.

We need that bitch for the funeral. Tell
her to piss off. Yep, right on. DJ,

what's the point of a fucking duck boat
that can't go in the water? Because it

looks sick.

Useless. Dick on a hammer. You all are
going to have to clear out of here for

Don's funeral, okay?

Come on.

Hey, on your way.

I think I've got something.

What is it, Mark?

Sherry, get the mat.

Keep it right up high. That's it. I'll
get the mat. Okay, I've got it.

Lift it up. Oh, look at it. Look at it.

Sherry, get it.

All right, we'll just get that sorted
and then get out of here, all right?

on, what's that on his fin?

Holy crap. That's the golden tag. What?

Oh, my God, mate. You just caught the
golden barra.

Oh, my God. That's like $200. Okay,
okay. Calm down. Calm down. No. No. The

golden barra is an over -18s
competition.

No worries. I'll say I caught it.

Yeah, boy!

Yeah, but you didn't catch it, did you,
Al?

That's okay. I still caught it, didn't
I?

Yeah, but you didn't play by the
competition rules, Mav. So you don't get

rewarded for that, all right? You didn't
win.

So just put the fish back in the water,
please, Maverick.

No. If I was a white kid, you wouldn't
make me put it back, would you?

A proper entrant deserves to win.

Put it back now.

That's an order.

Right, pack up your stuff and get out of
here.

Right,

dog. Hey, watch your step, mate.

You're 10 now, okay? You're not a kid
anymore.

And after today, I won't be here.

And then you go in town and you won't be
as forgiving as I am.

So next time you steal a car, yeah, I
know about that, or you decide to get

smart with a police officer, you go to
proper prison.

Just like your dad.

You hear?

No, Bush wasn't having an affair.

95 % of his counters are blokes named
after fucking rodents. So Bushy was

Jason's first liaison?

Yeah, he was probably some kind of
fixer. That's why he had that burner

then his shmiko boat, the jaw water, all
paid for with that turbo -cunt's dirty

coins. Bush set Frank up. He lied to me.
Made a joke about friendship. Fucked my

life up all so he could get ahead. Well,
fuck that greedy cunt. And fuck this

revolutionary piece of wearable fucking
ass. No, you love that shirt.

No, you've got to separate the shirt
from the man. No, leave it. It's Rupert.

I'll pop it through a hot wash. I don't
want it.

I didn't kill him.

Someone's stitching me up.

Who is it?

Hey, we will figure it out, okay?

But in order to do that, Eddie, you need
to be honest with me.

Why were you in Barra Creek that night?

Any information... I'm trying to have a
moment here.

Oh, shut up. Go on. Go on, Eddie.

That night at HQ, Bushy told me that
he'd put a request in for a

new partner.

I had a go at him and he cracked the
shits and took off.

So I really got on the piss. I power
spewed.

Tasted like bananas.

You know, you can taste the food in your
nose.

No, not at all.

Not at all. Then Sprog started licking
the spew that Bushy had left him behind,

you see.

Okay, sorry. So Sprog is Bushy's child?
Yeah, his dog.

He was a Darwin special.

He was the best dog in the world.

Okay.

Fast.

Tasted like beef lasagna.

Oh, that's unnecessarily descriptive.

I don't know if you know this, Collins,
but I have this real problem relegating

my emotions.

Oh. Anyway, that night, the rage, the
grog really got to me.

I was angry at Bush for pinning me.

So I put Sprog in the cruiser.

Yeah.

And I...

Headed out to Barra Creek and I... And I
fed him to triple pet.

Right.

Right, so... So, sorry, that is your big
secret, that you

fed... Butchie's dog to your family
crocodile.

Yeah. Probably rename him Quadruple Pet
now.

Oh, my God.

Or I wish I'd just go back to that
night, you know? Just fucking stop

like that baby Hitler hypothetical.

Eddie, why didn't you just tell me all
of this? Because Kat loves dogs.

She can't know about this. She sends me
25 photos of dogs a day. Dogs that are

complete strangers to both of us.

So anyway, that's what happened that
night. That's the whole picture, the

Mona Lisa smile.

I killed a dog, but I didn't kill a man.
Okay, okay. So Bushy left City HQ.

You followed him in your Land Cruiser
with Sprog. Pat pulled you over, left

car on the side of the road. Was that
before or after Sprog was dispatched?

that's not what happened. I didn't
follow Bushy. What? I didn't follow him.

No, the detectives saw footage from HQ
car park. They saw you follow him in

cruiser. No, I told you, I just kept
pissing on. Sprock and I left way later.

The drag queens and Nob across the alley
were getting ready to piff sprangers at

the HQ windows.

We must have left at ten o 'clock at
least.

Okay, I need to have a look at the
footage of that night. You're leaving? I

to see what happened. Darwin HQ aren't
going to show you what they've got.

I know they won't and you need to stay
here. Wilson and Green are out there.

Trolling for you like squid. What? No,
I'm coming with you. No. I'm out of

I'm out of here. I'm out of here. I'm
out of here.

You're hiding out.

You've called Michaela Evans. Can't
leave a message and I shall return it at

soonest opportunity.

Thank you.

Mickey? It's Dulcy. Did you say your
cousin works at a nightclub in Darwin?

My good sir.

My good sir.

Weave your magic.

Can do, be old chum. I hate you.

Abby, I've hit my code -switching limit
for the year. This is doing neural

damage now. Let's go. Yep, there was DNA
on the bullet, so I'm setting myself

the result. Ali!

Don't hide behind that small child. I
know it's you.

Toby, tip me off.

I'm dobbing on you to the cross. And dob
on me and my anonymous new friend. I'm

going to tell everyone that you and
Oliver are having sex. And don't deny

because I'm staying in the room next to
you. And I know what shit sex sounds

like, because that's the only kind of
sex I've ever had. And you two are

definitely having it, even though you're
blood relatives, which makes you the

incest twins.

And fuck you too, Toby. You're going to
be dead in five years and I'm going to

piss on your grave.

I've got the file.

No. Dude, slow down. I'm in platform.

Kat? I'm out here, Lynn.

It's a normal hip scene. I'm doing the
bus run to the funeral. You right here?

Yeah. Hey, take these pontos in case it
starts raining.

Do you want me to bring in Roger's art?
Yeah, bring it all in. When the wind

picks up, they turn in a myth off.

Hi, ma 'am. I'm fixing your car,
Randall. Oh, you don't have to do that

It's about to bucket down. I am, all
right.

Just swallow it, you car fucker. You
can't chew.

I tell you, I knocked that cunt Bushy's
block off to set me up. Yeah, well, some

cunts already beaten you to it, haven't
they? Which cunt? I don't know which

cunt. If you knew which cunt, I'd nail
that cunt to a wall, wouldn't I?

What was Mum like then?

What? Well, Mum, your wife, she died.

What was she like?

Yeah, she's good. Oh.

Yeah, great. Fucking awesome chat,
Frank.

Where was she from?

India. Well, whereabouts in India? I
don't know.

Someplace. Someplace. Fuck.

Ah.

Oh.

Fiji.

Fiji's not in India.

Fuck.

What else about it, then?

I don't know. It didn't ask you anything
else.

Why? You didn't want to know? You didn't
think I'd want to know? Well, I thought

we'd have more time for me and her,
didn't I?

No, I didn't think I'd have to find out
everything about her and everything

about everything else because it'd be
just me doing it all.

Geeta was the one who was good at shit.

Tough as guts, too.

She would have been proud of you.

You want some fucking new blood thinners
or something, don't you?

Shut up. She wouldn't be proud of some
of the stuff I've done.

Yeah, well, becoming a cop, that's a bit
of a misstep. Not becoming a cop, a

fuck.

I fed Triple Pet his fourth pet.

I haven't been able to look him in the
eye since I got here.

It's hard enough to look him in the eye,
you have to fucking swap between the

two.

What the fuck are you on about, Joff? I
fed Sprog to Triple Pet. You hung them

bones up on the end there to shame me.

That's a fucking goat.

What? They've got flat teeth.

They eat grass.

No, no, that's... Where's Sprong been?

I don't bloody know.

Who's this cat here?

Thank you for helping Mickey and her
bood you, Isaac.

Oh my God, stop talking.

Okay.

And this is the only camera you have?

Yeah. Just asking.

Okay, that's Bushy leaving now.

What time is this, Isaac? It's
incredibly dark in here. Yeah, that's

it's a gay club.

Yes, I know. I am queer too, Isaac.

Well, just because you're a lesbian
doesn't make you queer, doll.

It's 7 .16pm, see? Is that so on the
screen?

That is directly in front of you. Hang
on, that's Eddie leaving now.

Okay. So Eddie did follow Bushy.

All right, I'm going out for a smoke.

Are you okay here, Isaac?

Mm -hmm.

Can you go to 10 p .m.? I will never set
foot in here again. Isaac, that is my

solemn vow to you. Thank you.

Eight, nine, 10 p .m. Wait, why is the
cruiser back? I don't know. I have no

opinion on this.

Okay, there's Eddie.

And there's Frog.

No, I don't... I don't understand. Eddie
didn't mention anything about leaving

HQ twice that night.

Wait.

There's blood on the ground.

That wasn't there before.

Um, uh, Isaac, can you go back to where
the Land Cruiser is returning, please? I

will pay you. You name your price. Abby.

Dulcy, we're stuck on a bridge due to
wildlife, but there was biomatter on the

bullet you found in Eddie's car.

It doesn't belong to Bushy or Eddie.

I think someone else was in the Land
Cruiser that night.

I don't know who it is, but whoever they
are, they have XY chromosomes, they're

gluten intolerant, and have the MZ1R
gene variant.

That's... a gene that controls
pigmentation.

Dulcie, Bushy's killer was a redhead.

He shot himself in the foot.

Tomorrow's my first official day as
sergeant, and so I'm going door to door

handing out my homebrew.

Pat said it'd be an effective way to
connect with the locals.

Sure.

Yeah, everyone loves it.

stout with notes of banana.

What happened to your moon boot, moon
boot?

I've been playing with fire.

Dropped my cigarette on it. Really?

I'd pick you for a smoker.

Well, I am.

You there?

Eddie, it's Luke. He shot Bushy. He
followed Bushy in your Land Cruiser. I

he got shot in the foot somehow and he
drove the Land Cruiser back to the HQ

maybe to get help and then moments later
you got in it with Sprog. He's the one

that set you up.

He must be Jason's new liaison.

Yeah, g'day, Roger.

Is Luke there?

What's that?

Dad left his scooter at your place, the
dildo.

Keep him there. I'm on my way.

Ah.

It up. Good on you. We'll come and pick
it up before you go to the funeral. All

right. See you, Rog.

Who was that?

He left a scooter at Roger and married
him up it.

Roger just called him his 5G mobile.

Huh.

What can I offer to lower you off this
bridge?

It's not these nuts.

That much is clear to me now. Okay,
Dolce thinks Luke's the liaison and he

probably killed Don.

I just sent a photo of Luke to Astrid
and Ebba so when they land in Phuket,

can tell us whether or not he was the
guy that gave them the Lisa business

I put us all in a group chat, TBC on fun
name, but I was thinking Gay's day is

in Abbey. No, Abbey, we've been through
this. Remove me from all group chats.

Holy shit!

That's Don's torso.

No. It'll confirm his cause of death.
We've got to get it.

Hurry up.

Carl, listen. Wilson and Green got it
wrong. It's not Eddie following Bushy in

that footage.

It's Luke.

Luke? I've drank his own brew before,
Dolph. I said it was good. I mean, it

wasn't, but still. He's with Eddie now.

Oh, shit. Is Eddie okay?

Yeah, I don't know. I'm headed there
now.

Okay. I'm bringing a team.

Look, I know Luke looks like a pinky
man, but he has a gun.

So do not approach him until we arrive,
Detective.

You've called Al. Leave a message.

Al, I've been through Jason's office. I
can't find the burner phone. I can't

find fucking anything.

Where's the staff exit?

I'm wondering in the hallways looking
like someone's fucking mushroom

hallucination. Wait!

Shit!

Al, you slack fuck.

I've got a fucking fake tan rubbed off
on my shorts again.

I don't look like a shit myself.

Jake! Jake!

What? There's a message from Ballsack in
the group chat. He reckons that

detective's onto him.

Tall one, looks like a man?

Nah, the short brown cut and the three
-quarter fuck.

Oh, you tell that ginger fuck to get her
to dick his knob.

Sort this out myself, right?

You, give those a fucking sod.

Can't find Mav. Had a run -in with Pat.

Mr. Popular, hey?

Anyone I know?

No, I can't find a bottle opener in
here.

No worries, Frank. I'll just MacGyver it
open.

Yeah, all right.

No, I can't. They're for you.

Nah, get it first, Lukey.

I hope it's not as strong as the stuff
you made me try at HQ.

Because if it is, you won't remember a
thing tomorrow.

People will be filling in the blanks.

Oh, you broke into the wave pool. You
got into a fight with an e -scooter. You

murdered your best mate.

That sort of thing.

You know, it's almost like you want me
incapacitated now for some reason.

Anyway, drink up, moon boot.

I fucking insist.

even be sure it's him, Abby. It's
obviously Don Daryl's torso, Leo. Just

get it in. I need to examine it. No,
just leave it. That torso belongs to the

river now.

Leo, we still don't know the cause of
Don Daryl's death, okay? And it's really

hard to prosecute a murder if you don't
have the evidence of how they were

murdered. Well, I don't believe in the
carceral system, so my presence is

ornamental. Also, you chose this job,
not me. I'm done with true crime. White

people can find someone else's trauma to
listen to while they use an elliptical

at 5am on a Saturday morning. Um...

Hang on, that's weird.

A lot of this damage isn't post -mortem.

Leo, you should see this.

Nope, I'm not falling for that again.

Seriously, his chest is caved in and his
sternum's been completely pulped. Oh my

god, no, stop talking.

I can taste every word that you're
saying, Abby.

Leo, he's got purple striations. They
match the tread of tires, like big ones.

Oh shit, that's fatal crush trauma.

That's what killed him! He was run over
by massive tires! Fuck!

The duck boat!

DJ.

What's a duck boat DJ?

Oh.

Oh.

Eddie, we figured out who killed Don
Daryl.

Yeah. It's Luke. He's the fucking lethal
agent. No, it was DJ Daryl. What? He

ran over him in his duck boat. I don't
think the murders are connected.

Okay, we'll cut him to a pulse. We'll
deal with the label. I'll patch me a

result. Luke's escaped.

He said it's at Dickie's Knob. I'm going
in after him. I need backup, you guys.

Okay, drop me a pin. I'm coming now. Uh,
Abby.

torso went that way but eddie needs help
so thank you so much larry for

understanding you are the best i have to
go no abby the torso is floating away

I knew Jason's Lisa Burner from Land of
Crocs, but when I was there, Dulcy...

Eddie's in danger. Jason's gone after
her. Yeah, I'm headed to Frank's now.

he told some ginger fuck to take her out
to Dickie's Knob. I wanted to follow

him, but Al can't find Mav and I... I
have kids, Dulcy.

I can't be Batman and just go and save
Eddie, even though I really want to.

Eddie wouldn't want you to be Batman.
Mickey can find Mav.

Eddie's going to be okay. I'm on it.

there's no king of the river because now
dad is dead.

We still don't know who murdered and
chainsawed up our dad, but when we find

them, we're going to rip their dicks
off. The end.

When I was a kid, dad called me his
perfect princess.

Girls grow up and turn into their mum.

Dad used to say that he decided to be
reminded of his mum.

All right, that's it.

Troy, Troy, music.

I'm not even done.

Hurry up, she's going to piss down.

Bluetooth connected.

All right, the funeral's over. Everyone
on their way to the pub.

All right, see you later.

Gwyn, get up here and help us with these
boxes of that.

Yep.

Get the shoddies.

Get him in the water. It's what he
wanted.

Let's get out of here.

Abby, you can go fuck yourself.

What am I meant to do with this? Put it
in my picanto?

Boy, turn the fucking music off.

Um, yep, hello?

Hello? Hey, Detective Lee.

Yeah, it's Angelo from Marketplace.

You called me the other day about the
chainsaw I lifted? Um, can I call you

back, Angelo? It's not a great time.
Yeah, nah, look, I won't keep you. Sorry

take you a couple of days.

Bluetooth connected.

About a rotten case of gout.

Anyway, yeah, that chainsaw I sold the
other week.

The one that you think might have been
involved in that Barra Creek murder?

Yeah, the bloke who bought it paid cash,
so I don't have any details.

Yeah, so I didn't catch his name, but he
kept trying to get me to follow him on

his socials.

Anyway, none of my business. I didn't
ask questions. But what I will say is,

was a wiry guy.

Greasy kind of looking bloke. Like a
cooked chook you'd feed to a dog under

table.

You pathetic fuck.

You killed dad. DJ, you said that you
didn't kill dad. No, no, it was fucking

Jason Wade who did it.

What? If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't
have to fucking kill dad.

So you did kill dad? No, no, I didn't. I
didn't kill him. Fuck!

That's for murdering my dad -in -law.

Dad didn't even like you. Quit your
anaphylactic fuck.

Dad said that he would give best best to
me, and then he didn't! You fucking

toddler! Pissing all over our entire
family because things didn't go your

You poisoned Dad! You chopped him up and
chucked him in the fucking river! I

didn't chop him and chuck him!

I just poisoned him and then I ran him
over!

Who did then, DJ?

He didn't chop and chuck himself, did
he? Get the fuck away from her!

No, you fucking bitch!

I love you so much. You little maggot.

You shot my maid of honour.

Amber, get away from my son.

Mum, what are you doing?

Fifty years of marriage.

Working day in and day out.

Hacking up whores for that bastard.

Do seven pregnancies.

And six rounds of chemo.

Your dad said we were retiring.

Gonna travel around Australia in a
caravan. He said he was handing the

over to DJ.

But then he got that hush money out of
Jason.

Said we were staying.

He couldn't give up being king of the
river.

Well, I wasn't working myself into the
grave for that bastard.

Your brother did what needed to be done.

Yeah. I did what needed to be done.

All right? I'm the new alpha.

I'm the river king.

DJ!

Donald Jr.

Oh, DJ.

Mom,

stay back.

Don't look.

It's going to be all right. I can look
after us. I know how to do everything.

Mom, it's okay. I'm here.

I'm here.

I can do it. I can take care of you.

Don't be so bloody stupid, Amber.

You're just a girl.

A useless fucking girl.

Get out of here!

Just go!

Leave my mum alone, mum!

Where is she?

Where did she go?

G'day, g'day.

What's your plan here?

You going to do a little jousting?

Run, rabbit, run.

I'll give you a head start.

me like that.

If he'd have given you the order, you'd
have followed it too.

It's the only way to get in with that
lot.

What? And I deserve my share too.

end of the bashnancer sure is bp and
nobody caught the golden barra no but

knows maybe it'll still be swimming
around next year i doubt it but it'll

eaten by a croc yeah okay should we go
to some music yeah this is pink murray

man hey man

disrespectful shit

You see that, Dalt?

He was going for his weapon, wasn't he?

It's you.

You're working with Jason.

You know, Eddie, Bushy didn't think much
of you.

He's always calling you a useless piece
of brown shit.

And that new partner of yours?

What's her name?

Dulcy? She doesn't give a fuck about you
either.

Yes, she does!

Oh, yeah?

Where is she, then?

Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you
earlier, Dulce.

It's not that I don't trust you,
obviously. I just wanted you to get a

things before we chatted.

Before we chatted, Carl?

Yeah, well, I've been looking for a new
recruit for months, you know, and

Bushman didn't work out.

I mean, he immediately asked for more
money after the Frank McAllister framer.

But then Redcliffe started asking too
many questions about what Bushy was up

And I mean, Luke, he was supposed to get
rid of Bushy and frame up Eddie. But to

be quite honest, I don't think Luke's a
good fit for this.

But you are, Dulcy.

You are incredible at your job.

I don't like these blokes you deal with.
No ego, no dick swinging. It's just so

refreshing. You are perfect for my team.

I mean, you're exceptional police. You
thrive on structure.

You follow the rules and you know when
to stretch them to get what you need

done. I mean, that's all this is. This
work with Lisa, we just smooth some

pipelines. It's easy.

Cole's taken a real shine to your mate,
Dulcy.

You know, she's been informing on you.

Turned you in when she found that bullet
in your car.

Fact. She's with Cole now.

Selling you out.

I know you can do it, darling. The way
you handled all that stuff with

Redcliffe, it just confirmed it for me.

Now you got in my ear about Eddie Cole.
You lied.

And I listened to you. No, I just think
you needed a bit of a nudge reframing

that to save your own career.

I mean, sometimes us fathers have to
intervene.

We can't help it.

Where's Eddie?

Jason's with her. And trust me, Dulce,
even she knows you're better off without

her. Eddie!

I'm here and I'm coming to you.

She's a good lawyer. I'll give her that.

Dulce! I'm here!

Come on, Dulce! This is a huge
professional opportunity.

And don't think you're too good for
this. This is who we are. Dulce!

Jesus. Dulce!

Don't make me do this.

You gave this card to the backpackers,
Cole.

They remember you.

We're working with a journalist, too.

Oh, they know everything.

So you can't shoot me, Cole.

But by morning, your faith, your name,

they'll still be everywhere.

I've got you in the funnel, mate.

Give up.

Turn around.

Eddie!

Trust a bitch as tall as you to be that
fucking loud.

You fucking cunt, why'd you fucking do
that?

Oh, Jesus.

doll in your camper, Vandals.

I'm in pursuit.

What? No, no, no. He's just a kid. No.
He's a criminal is what he is.

Would have been him that stole your Land
Cruiser that night. I'm going after

him. No, leave him.

me down by the ceiling where

the ponds don't bump and sway

me and I will be moaning

with hope not a very

happy way to die

Where is he?

You're not coming back here.

Don't be.

Abby, I don't drink.

But you're probably 24 years old. The
world's on fire.

It's just not so fun.

I'm pretty sick.

Boy.

I want to be a hammerhead.

You got a booger? Yeah, got two. Yeah,
me.

Are you off?

For now.

You had your badging?

Yep.

You? I haven't found it yet. When they
do, I'll probably just poof it in the

river.

Okay, good.

That's a solid plan.

I love you!

It's easy to shout it. Okay, well, I
love you too.

Look at that.

My face is in your tits like you've
always wanted. Okay, off you pop. Go on,

back to your first ever girlfriend.

Tell you what, mate, how good is Vag?

Yeah, very good. You always bang on Vag.
Keep your voice down. Yep, okay, all

right. Okay.

of course, just one more window.

Are they storm chasers?

Surprise! Happy unemployment!

Come on, we'll miss the storm!

Hi, I'm Kath, this is my wife Dulcy.
We're on a road trip!

Oh my God.

Apparently this storm is a warm core,
non -frontal, synoptic scale low

system. Are you flirting with me?

Always.

Here we go.

Showtime.

Fuck, I fucking love the weather.