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My own blood.

Family.

Police officer.

- Why not?
- 'Cause it's too easy.

What are you working on?

Oh, it was in the archives.

So someone just left that here?

But he wasn't
just a footnote in a file to us.

He was my little boy.

Witnesses saw Ziggy argue
with the deceased

the night of the murder.

Ziggy had no alibi for the time
and confessed to it.

Geraldine wanted me to make sure
that you're...

- coming to the ball tonight.
- Yeah.

Let's give it up for Jack Swan!

Our dads are designed
to let us down.

Don't be too hard on him.

You mob got any respect?

This is a crime scene.
Get out.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Mm.

Easy up, young fella.
I'm trying this shirt on.

Country, get out.

Come on.

You let these people do this?

Mm.

Sputty!

Hey.

Snap out of it, all right?

Old man, he topped himself.

He don't need it.
I'll split the proceeds 70/30.

Oh, for-- 60/40.

Put it back.

All of it.

Don't-- Don't-- Don't--
Don't play this--

this grieving son, huh?

I know what that is.
That's not grief.

That's control,
because you got none of it.

Inside you, brother.
Inside here.

I've got enough control not
to steal from my dead family.

Stealing?
No. No, no, no.

That's inheritance.

Put it down.

Put it down.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look!

Hey. Hey.

Cut it out! Stop this!
Stop it, stop it!

Man, will you stop it?!

Give me this here.

I got my chair.
That's what I got.

- Ow!
- Hey!

Hey!

We're done!

Yeah.
We're done.

Get out.

Get out.

Out.

Okay? Whatever you want, mate.

I wanted to ask
about an old client.

Ziggy Wells.

Right.

What did you think
of the confession?

Unsafe at best.

Police interviews in Jardine

weren't always recorded
back then, so...

- You think they were innocent?
- Not sure.

She was definitely involved.

What happened at trial?

Counsel ran on her statement
and mental capacity.

Said basically she was innocent,
but due to certain factors,

she, uh, convinced herself
she was guilty.

What factors?

Anousha, right?

Where'd you work before this?

I was at a firm in the city.

Good firm?

Really good.

Good money?

Could you go back there?

Yeah, they'd have me back.

You might want to think
about that.

Shit.

Hey.

Sorry. I can come back.
I just, um...

I was looking for Xavier,
and, um...

How's it looking?

Uh, give her a go now.

Hey.

Out.

Jack.

Jack?

I'm his son Jay.

Who are you?

Ziggy?

You're not Jack!

Why are you wearing his hat?

You remember me.

Your family used to live
on the corner house

near the basketball courts.

- Jack come out here?
- Yeah.

Where's Jack?
I'm hungry.

We can go back to town
and get a feed.

Would you like that?

Who are you, really?

You don't have to worry
about me, Ziggy.

You here to take his ganja?

Too late.

I couldn't stop 'em.

Who?

Shiny fellas with the icy eyes.

Shiny fellas came here?

They stole the ganja.

Light this place up.

Was Jack here when they came?

Did they threaten him?

You're not Jack!

Did someone say
they were gonna hurt Jack?

Hey. I got desert magic.
You want to see?

If I do, you come back with me
to town, eh?

Talk about what happened.

Yeah.
Wait here.

It's a magic show.

No peeking!

Desert magic!

Morning.

I'm from legal aid.

I'd like to talk to you about--

Have you got my bloody compo
sorted out yet?

We can talk about that.

Mm.

I wanted to ask you
about Josh Allen.

Did you see anything?

Sir?

Did you know
Jack was growing ganja?

Yeah. Yeah, a bit
for his personal use.

But nothing I had to act on.

Oh, it was a bit more
than personal use.

He had his own plantation.

Somebody stole a crop and burnt
it to the ground the other day.

Witness saw men with blue eyes
and shaved heads.

Remind you of anyone?

Who was the witness?

Ziggy Wells.

Thought she was dead.

She's been hiding out
on the salt lake.

I think it's enough
to open an investigation.

Into what?

Jack.

Hang on.

You want to open
a murder investigation...

because of something
Ziggy Wells told you?

She's not right in the head.

And what are you thinking,

that the Sons of the Soil killed
Jack for treading on their turf?

Is that your theory?

They were in jail last night.

Jack didn't kill himself.

Well... he tried it once before.

It was around Christmas
last year.

I found him
on his kitchen floor,

and he swore to me
he'd never do it again.

And, you know,
like a dickhead, I...

...I believed him.

Listen.
I...I know you want answers.

Of course you do.

But a murder investigation?

It's... It's not the place
to get 'em.

Go home, mate.

You're officially on leave, okay?

After the autopsy
and forensic results.

If they're clear,
I'll drop this.

There's not gonna be an autopsy.

At the request of the executor.

I'm the executor.

No, you're not.

I know you said
you didn't want one,

but... I couldn't help myself.

Patrick around?

No. He went camping out
on the clay pan.

It's this blokes' thing.

Who are they?

It's a scheme called, um,
Sentenced to a Job.

It's for low-security prisoners.
They do yard work, mainly.

- Convicts?
- Mm.

I don't think we use that word
anymore.

Anyway, the money goes to
the Victims of Crime unit, so...

How are you holding up?

You're my dad's executor.

The role's just admin.

I did it when my own father
died, so...

You contested the autopsy.

Well, I don't think we want it
getting out into the community

that he killed himself.

Surely it's better if people
believe he died at home,

in bed, peacefully.

And I know it's a white lie,

but I think it's very important
for our community

that it doesn't get out.

Our community.

Suicide is a real problem here,

and you would know that if you'd
spent more time here recently.

We don't even know for certain
it was a suicide.

Jay.

He was my father.

I want an autopsy.

Right. And where were you
all these years?

I was more family to him
than his own sons.

Family?

Your dad looked at Jack

and the other blackfellas
on his station...

as his stock.

Youse weren't family.

You should go.

Mm.

Hi!

I'm Anousha, from legal aid!

Aw, fuck off.

Hey, brother.

Your sister said
you were out camping.

You all right?

It's Jack.

He's dead.

What?

Yesterday.

What happened?

Gun.

To the head.

Oh, fuck.

I just saw him last week, mate.

He was, um...

He was sitting on the porch,
just having a yarn with Gerry.

What do you think about it?

You think he was capable of it?

He was Jack, mate.
He was...

He was Jack.
He was just, you know...

He seemed himself to me.

Um...

Oh, fuck.

I don't know.
I mean, what do you...

How do you know what's going on

in another person's head,
you know?

I'm so sorry, mate.

Do you want to just come
and have a seat, mate,

just by the fire?

We don't have to talk.
We can just...

We can just sit.

I'm good.

Really?

Geraldine Southwell's removed
her objection.

No. She had no right
to begin with.

I don't know if you
remember this,

but when you were
a young smart-arse...

we were having a chat
in the lockup one night

about you becoming a cop.

And I said, "All right. Yeah.
You've got some choices to make.

It's either us or jail."

I remember.

Well, I lied to you
over all of these years.

I tried to get you accepted
into the academy,

but I couldn't swing it.

You had too many
juvenile arrests.

What did you do?

Well, the Southwell family.

Geraldine told her dad,

and her dad rang
the minister of police--

for you.

Mm.

Ah.

Crime-scene forensics.

Your dad.

Jack had been drinking heavily.

There's no sign of a struggle.

Nothing missing from the house.

So how does that say murder
to you?

I booked you in to see a psych.

I'm not fuckin' around.

It's compulsory.

Yeah.

Be good for you.

Night, Peter.

Now, you should know
everything you say here

remains completely confidential.

I'm sorry.
How long is this gonna take?

About an hour.
We can take longer if you need.

Mm.

Look, I know this is your job...

...and your time.

But this stuff doesn't, um,
doesn't work for me.

Suits me.
I'm getting paid.

Your dad, Jack, used to order
beers for me down the pub.

He was a good fella.

Is that what makes a good fella?

Someone who shouts you beers?

Actually, I was paying.

Yeah, that sounds like Jack.

Talked about you a lot.

Hello. Legal aid.

Anousha?

It's for you.

Hello?

Hey.

Mary.

Hey.

You busy now?

No. Why?

You want to come pick me up
from work?

Sure.
On my way.

You know no one's
gonna want to talk to you.

I saw Ziggy's old lawyer.

What, that Tony fella?

Yeah.

Another kind of bloke,
that one.

He thought she was
probably involved--

Yeah.
Of course she was.

I don't care about that bitch.

She should be in jail
for what she did.

She could be a fuckin' psycho.

She's always flipping out
over something,

getting herself into trouble.

And when she did, it was
Joshy there, backing her up.

No one mucked around with him.

She was there that night.

And whatever happened, it
ended up with him in this dump.

Dead.

And she never paid for it.

What if it wasn't her?

He called me...

...and wanted to be picked up.

Why didn't you pick him up?

I forgot.

You drink a lot, Mary?

You ever black out?

No.

Well, we have a witness

who says Josh told her
you were on your way to get him.

She's lying.

I never did.

Mary... what happened to Josh?

I hardly recognize my own voice.

You know what I hear?

A 17-year-old girl in shock,
on her own,

surrounded by police
without a lawyer present.

Not only has she been told
her brother is dead

but that she's responsible.

They shouldn't have done that
to you.

Who wrote this?

I know how scared
you must have been.

You think I did lie.

I'm not here to judge you.

Fuck you.

Mary.

Jay.

Um, you should know that I have
planned a ceremony for Monday.

Right.

How would you like us
to refer to him?

Mr. Swan.

Um, would you consider
giving the eulogy?

For the community.

I'm not gonna say he died
in his sleep--

That's up to you.

I'll think about it.

Of course.

I'm gonna cremate him.

I'd, uh, planned
a church burial,

but whatever you want.

I, um...

...I met your dad
when we were 16, and...

You can think what you like,
Jay, but we remained friends.

And as a friend, I miss him.

♪ Roslyn angel child ♪

♪ I said Roslyn angel child ♪

♪ When the white man came ♪

♪ And he took you all away ♪

♪ I said Roslyn it's not right ♪

♪ You're my angel child ♪

♪ Well, they took you
from my arms ♪

♪ Yeah, they took you
from my arms ♪

♪ With the Lord and a gun ♪

♪ They'll keep you safe
from harm ♪

♪ If only they knew
what they'd done ♪

♪ When they took you,
they took you from my arms ♪

You ready to drink
with your big brother?

Mm.

Ahh!

Mm.

Remember when he left Mum,

we used to come here
on the weekends?

We'd swing around
that old clothesline.

Mm. It's still bent.

That was your chubby arse.

Remember when Dad used to chase
us around with that big wire?

He couldn't catch you.

You know why?
'Cause I was...

- ...too quick!
- ...too quick!

Mm.

Remember when we got him?

Yeah.
Dad stole him.

Lucky that farmer
never found out.

He's a dog.

You coming?

Look at you.

Wearing dead man's clothes.

Hm?

Who do you think you are?

You got no shame.

Oi.
Come here.

Come here.

You're the spitting image.

Jack would be cursing us

if he knew we were
sending him off in a church.

Where would have been better?

The pub.

A few days ago,
we all gathered together

to pay tribute to our friend...
Mr. Swan.

Today we gather again
to mark his passing.

He was a good man.

He was a good friend.

We learnt a lot

from each other's...

...backgrounds.

Oh, God.

He lived a big life,
and he died--

Tell 'em the truth!

...in peace, knowing that
his legacy will live on.

Mm.

You.

You killed yourself.

Hmm?

You left us alone, you bastard!

Hmm?

- Oh, my God.
- There.

I, uh, I-I think
I've said enough.

Come on, brother.
Come on.

You're right.
Come on.

Sit down, eh?

My father was born
on Patterson Inland Mission.

Wango country.

When he was 12 years old,
his mum, Rosalind, passed away,

and he ran away to this little
town called Jardine.

Got some work
at a local station.

By 18 he was the gun
horse breaker and overseer.

But in 1968,

him and the rest of
the Black workforce were let go,

so he had a little bit
of spare time.

That's when he discovered rodeo
and became a champion.

Then he met my mum.

Not long after,
he was working for the shire,

hunting wild dogs,
and his rifle skills

got the attention of the
National Shooting Association.

And in 1976, he was selected
for the Montreal Olympics.

But going there meant missing
half the rodeo season,

and Olympics never put food
on our table, so...

...Jack didn't go.

He stayed.

He chose family.

He kicked me up the arse
when I deserved it...

and plenty of times
when I didn't.

He taught me to shoot.

"Don't pull the trigger.

Squeeze it.

Line up your target.

Don't rush.

And don't you bloody miss."

Just like chasing a woman,
he reckoned.

He was a hard man to love.

But I'll miss you, Dad.

He did Jack proud.

Sorry for your loss, son.

- Well, shall we head out?
- Yeah.

Old bastard get a good send-off?

Dead or alive,
he'd hate being in a church.

You'd think looking like him
was enough.

Now you got to dress
like him too?

I thought you'd be a fan, Mum.

I thought you might have
come 'round for dinner.

You gonna grill me now?

- Today of all days?
- Yeah.

Well, just don't like hearing
my son is in town

from my next-door neighbors.

How does tomorrow sound?

I'd like that.

Bring your brother.

Fiona!

Pete.

Can I borrow your son, please?

I'm sorry I didn't make it
to the service,

but... something came up
at the station.

Something big.

We've had a confession.

To murdering your father.

Who?

My house, my rules!

And if you don't like it,
you can get out!

A million dollars, cash, to keep
our little family secret.

My advice is that she's fit
for trial.

She's delusional.

Twenty-kilometer stretch
of road.

Never got made.
It's a fake company.

Jack was caught up in something.

Come on, cowboy.

You asked me
if I was lying to the police

in my statement.

I was.