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How you going?

Save the formalities,
Detective.

I know who you are.

You got your last
boss locked up.

I'd do it again if I had to.

Did you know Mary
was born in Loch Iris.

Her mother grew up
in Saint Joseph's.

Her name was Catherine Allen.

Well, you just met
us, and you're gonna

give us a house rent-free?

Place is empty.

Mary's in a caravan.

Saw him hanging around
the girls earlier.

Told them not
to talk to strangers.

This is my friend Scarlett.

She's seven, too.

Around here, you need
to keep your eye on them kids.

Where did Scarlett go?

That's what we're
trying to find out, bub.

So she's been missing
since last night.

No, she's not missing.

What did you do?

These children
need some comfort.

I don't know how they
call those places a home.

They were created with
the best of intentions.

Sister Kerry?

Sergeant?

Oh!

Jesus, Swan.

Haven't you heard
of office hours?

We got work to do.

Yeah, well, it's been done.

I was up till 2:00 AM.

You know what?

This used to be a quiet
town till you showed up.

Now I've got missing kids
and old ladies keeling over.

You get a lead
on the red hatchback?

No, no.

Not yet.

We're gonna conduct a wider
search than Loch Iris.

I've run the details
through to banks here,

but this district is bigger
than the state of Texas,

so narrowing it down is
not going to be easy.

Will this help?

Yeah.

Yeah, this'll help.

I don't like it, but banks here
don't seem to be too worried.

What? They think she's
going to walkabout?

No.
No, no, it's not--

Seven-year-olds don't
go walkabout, Simmo.

No, it's not that.

Just--look they're--
they're a pack of shits,

and they've got it in for me.

And if she was a white kid?

Yeah, all right, maybe.

Anyway, the report's filed,
and so's Sister Kerry's.

For the coroner, cause
of death's not clear.

I'd say it's pretty clear.

No one lives forever.

Well, there's a lot of
evidence to suggest foul play.

Why would anyone
want to kill her?

It doesn't make any sense.

She slipped in the bath,
banged her head.

There's obvious
signs of a struggle.

Simmo, we spoke about
this last night.

Your judgment's
all over the place.

Yeah, and you don't know what
you're messing with, Detective.

What are you talking about?

Nuns die in their sleep,
or in the bath,

because everyone loves them.

Any other theory, and the grand
poobah of the Catholic Church

won't be happy, I'll be
gone without my pension,

and you won't be far behind.

So I reckon, we can
agree that there are

other possible explanations.

Simmo, you might have
one foot out the door

but don't expect me
to not do my job.

I don't see the need
for any forensic investigation

without further evidence.

Now, my new mug.

"Another fine day
ruined by responsibility."

It's a joke, Swan.

Where's the body being held?

At the hospital,
so the doc can sign

off on her cause of death.

I'm sending the cleaners round
to her house this morning.

Don't.

It's a crime scene
until I say so.

She was in her 80s,
for Christ's sake!

We are gonna sleep
in our new house tonight.

A real bed.

Come on, Anya.

Time to go.

What if Scarlett
tries to find us?

Someone's gonna let her know
where our new house is, okay?

You don't need
to worry about that.

All right.

How are you today?

I'm good, Miss.

Yeah?

Excuse me, Miss.

Hi, Joey.

Can I help you with something?

Did you make that?

It's beautiful.

Here.

For baby.

Little one from
the caravan park.

She likes these ones.

The roo skin is soft.

Who, Scarlett?

They found her?

I don't think so.

I wanted to ask you.

Did you see anything
strange at the caravan park?

No, Miss.

You don't have
to call me Miss.

Mary's fine.

Um, maybe you can help me--

Mary.

Yeah?

This lady, I think she
gave birth to me here.

Any records?

I don't know.

And I don't know how
far they go back.

I've only been
working here a month.

Ah, look here on the back.

Iris, like the town.

You reckon she's your mom?

Okay.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey?

Hmm?

Do you know how far back
the hospital records go?

Well, not that far.

1990?

Before that,
everything was paper.

The hospital's been in
operation since, what, 1930s?

Bloody old is all I know.

Everything's falling apart.

But do you know where I could
find these paper records?

You were born
here, weren't you?

You're looking
for your records?

No.

It's not for me.

So who's this for, then?

Mary, accessing
anyone's records

requires written consent.

You know that.

Yeah, but the file's
over 50 years old.

Yeah.
Same rules apply.

Written consent.

The bloke's just
trying to find his mom.

Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

Come on.

You know how this place
works, Kay, I don't.

Mary.

Old ward 7 has a room full
of archives and records.

That area is restricted
unless it's an emergency.

But the master
key would get me in.

Oh, okay, I'll take
a look, unofficially,

but I am doing
you a huge favor.

Yeah.

And the files have
to stay where they are.

I got it. Thank you.

Patient's name
is Iris McGinnis.

She gave birth in 1947.

What time were you
at Sister Kerry's?

Ah, well, the sun was
just beginning to set.

So 7:00 or 8:00, I reckon?

Was it 7:00, or was it 8:00?

Well, I don't wear a watch.

Um, closer to 8:00, I suppose.

Notice anything strange?

No.

No, nothing that I--

I thought I should worry about.

I knocked on the door,
and I called out.

She didn't respond, and--

that wasn't unusual.

She was 83.

The hearing wasn't
all that great.

The lights were
on in the house.

I opened the door,
and I called out again.

And then I heard
water running, and

I thought, well, she might be
in the bath, you know, so--

so I stayed outside.

My God, I bloody should have
made a bit more of a search,

you know.

Like I could have--

How long have you
known Sister Kerry?

Since we were kids.

You know, Sister Kerry,
she sort of family.

She's a great comfort to me.

Especially since I got sick.

And your brother, Gary?

They were not so close.

No, me and my brother--

bloody chalk and cheese.

Hey, could--can I ask
what--what happened to her?

It's a police matter for now.

But you--you think someone
could have killed her,

don't you?

You know the guy who does
the maintenance of the yard?

- Yeah.
- Cuts the lawn?

Yes, Joey.

He'd been doing it for years.

Do you know anyone who
might have wanted to hurt her?

Any grudges?
- No.

- Any rumors around town--
- No--

- I should know about?
- no, no.

Jesus, it's just--
it's bloody terrible.

It's just--

I need you to come down to
the station, make a statement.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

I, er, how's Mary?

It's time you
told her, Philip.

Or I will.

Pathology is open on Tuesdays
and Thursdays, 9:00 to 12:00.

All right, see you then.

Must have some
luck on your side.

Found a file for Iris McGinnis,
maternity admission.

She died 1947.

I'm really sorry you had
to hear about it like that.

Looks like your mother
died from complications

during childbirth.

She's gone.

I'm really sorry.

Is Sister Kerry here?

No.

I don't know how
to tell you this, Joey,

but, um, Sister Kerry
passed away last night.

Joey, are you okay?

I'm sorry.

Joey?

It's Detective Jay Swan.

cover me up.

You're the one who took her,
you and the fucking department.

I don't know why you have me
in here answering questions.

You should be out there
trying to find my baby.

Jessie, this is
Detective Jay Swan.

He's a, uh--um--

he's a Black fella, obviously.

Jay, this is Jessie Roman.

She's Scarlett's mom.

We're doing everything
we can to find Scarlett.

And why am I in here, then?

Is that your car
at the front?

Yeah, it's mine.

Why?

You know anyone
with a red hatchback?

Why are you asking me that?

What do you know about
Scarlett's carer, Monica Stone?

With all due respect,
Detective Blackfella,

Monica can go and fuck herself.

If the Department
didn't approve

of Scarlett being with
me, then they should

have placed her with family.

Some of them are
approved carers,

but that doesn't fit in your
department's motivations now,

does it?

Have you questioned Scarlett's
father, your mate, Cowboy?

Mm.

Have you searched his
place like you searched mine?

No.

I have to go to work.

I had a look at your file.

When was the last time
you passed a drug test?

I'm clean.

I haven't touched nothing
for more than four years.

You won't find shit on me.

I have passed every single test
the department threw at me.

I went to rehab.

I went to parenting courses.
I did the mediation.

I jumped through all those
hoops just to get my baby back!

And they still won't
give her back to me.

You wanna ask
yourself why that is?

Why?

You're a Black
fella, aren't ya?

You tell me.

Well, somehow,
they've taken more of our kids

than they ever took before.

For what?

Are you that lost behind
your badge, you can't see it?

I'll piss in a cup if you
want me to piss in a cup,

but I haven't done nothing
to hurt my daughter.

I want her home with me
and you bastards off my back.

I want that more than anything
else in this fucked up world!

Why haven't you
questioned Cowboy?

It's on my list
of things to do.

But I honestly don't think
he's got anything to do

with that kid's disappearance.

And why is that?

You want to question me
as a suspect now, too, Barney.

Eh?

Look, it's no secret he's got
kids all over this country,

some even in this town.

Everybody knows he doesn't
give a shit about them,

doesn't even know their names.

Sounds like a stand-up bloke.

Yeah, well, I'll
have a word to him,

but I don't think
there'll be any surprises.

It's not gonna look too
good if you're the one

questioning him, is it?

All right, all
right, you do it.

I'm drinking buddies
with half this town,

so go on, knock yourself out.

He runs a motorbike
hire thing out

of his place, 9 Princes Street.

As his name suggests,
he's a party boy.

You missed this
at Joey's last night.

Well, he's a handyman.
Could be his blood.

Joey's a suspect
in both investigations.

Look, maybe it
doesn't bother you

that he likes to play
with little kids,

but it should bother you that
he was at Sister Kerry's mowing

the lawn the day she died.

Okay.

All right, I'll send it in.

My recommendation
for the coroner's

court for Sister Kerry's
autopsy,

you can send that, too.

Yeah, all right, Barney.

You here for a bike?

Is Cowboy in?

No, he's, um--

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

Bikes are out back.

You're a cop, aren't you?

Detective Jay Swan.

Bit young
for a detective, aren't you?

I never met a Black
detective before.

What's it like?

A bit like walking
a tight rope.

Cowboy is probably
down at the pub.

He's got a room there for when
he's too drunk to drive.

How often is that?

All the time.

I don't care.

I'm leaving town soon anyways.

You should probably know,
most of these bikes are hot.

Auntie, look.

What you got?

It's a magic crystal.

My friend gave it to me.

Hmm.

That's her name, Crystal.

What, my baby?

Yeah.

Hmm.

It's a girl, is it?

Yep.

You are gonna be
the deadliest little cousin.

Ah, come on.

Would you
look at this, eh?

It smells.

We'll smoke it.

Get rid of the bad smells
and the bad spirits.

Is this mine?

"Dear Anya, I made
this a long time

ago for a special little
girl I used to know.

It's yours now.

I hope you like it.

Love, Philip.

Can I have it, Auntie?

We'll see, bub.

Scarlett is gonna love these
toys when she comes back.

I'm having a knock-off
beer, Detective.

Interview's all yours.

So here's you come into town,
all guns blazing, huh?

Probably just what
this town needs.

Are you aware
Scarlett Roman's missing?

I had heard that,
yeah, you know.

Not even sure if she's
my kid, to be honest.

This is my song.
This is my song!

Ah, my little brother.

Sputty?

Ah!

That hat has grown on you.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I heard you're
gonna be a dad dad.

Mm?

Oh.

I had to find out from
somebody else, mind you,

but I swear to God, I'm gonna
be the best fucking uncle.

Deadliest, naughtiest--

- Yeah, not too naughty.
- Not too naughty.

Okay--[clears throat] can
we get a drink, please, JD?

- I'm working.
- My little brother.

I'm working.

Okay, for after.
For after.

Hey, you're gonna
be a dad, mate.

Well, here's to surviving that.

Being a dad.

Being an uncle.

Hmm?

Who's that?

Hello, hello,
hello, my sister.

Mm?

Look what the cat dragged in.

Hey, a big black sexy
cat, am I right?

Hmm?

Cool, bubba.

Uncle is here now. Yeah.

When are you gonna push out?
- No, not yet.

I'll take him down to the pub
and show him around, hmm?

Now, it's a beautiful house.

Yeah, you have
to sleep on a couch.

Hey, that couch
is sleeping on me.

Mm?

Uncle.

Hello.

Oh!

Uncle's getting old.

Are you okay?

We can't stay here.

I don't know what to do.

I haven't left the kitchen.

I'm freaking out.

What's wrong?

Philip Lloyd is my father.

I found mom's birth
records at the hospital.

Did you hear me?

Philip, my patient, the man
who gave us this house.

Jay, you got nothing
to say to me?

You knew.

Look, I only just found out.

You knew, and you
didn't tell me.

I didn't think it was
my place to say anything.

And whose place is it, Jay?

Because Blackfella, hey,
this is it, you and me.

Did you know before he
offered us this place?

I can't believe you.

How am I meant
to trust you if you can't

tell me something like this?

What am I supposed to do?

Look, you wanna go?

We can go, okay?
We don't need to stay here.

We can go back to the caravan
park, whatever you want.

And what do we tell Anya?

You should have told me.

Last time I said
anything about him,

you jumped down my throat.

Oh, that was
completely different.

Oh, no, don't put
this on me, okay?

He's your father.

It's your family business.

Is that how it is, is it?

I have to go.

I can't be in this house.

- Mary--
- I'm going to the pub.

I have to put up those
posters I printed for Scarlett.

Anya, chips and nuggets?

- Chips and nuggets?
- Yes.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Sister Kerry's
work and legacy

went far beyond the hospital.

Her love and commitment
was evident in all she did,

the children she found homes
for, the mothers she taught.

Her mark on this
town will never

be lost, lives on in the hearts
of those she helped.

So let's raise
our glasses for a very

special lady with a long
history of serving

the church and this town.

To Sister Kerry.

To Sister Kerry.

A hat will be
coming around,

so please give what you can to
assist the Diocese of Banksia

with funeral costs.

Jesus Christ,
you church mob are

a bunch of bloody
hypocrites, aren't you, eh?

God, you've got more
than enough coin

to bloody cover your costs.

All proceeds will go
to giving Sister Kerry

the send-off she deserves.

Oh, right, the send-off
she deserves. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Maybe we should ask the Black
fellas what kind of send-off

she deserves, eh?

That's enough.
Have some respect for the dead.

I've got plenty of respect
for the dead, mate.

The living, I'm not
so sure about it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I've seen Kathy Freeman
on TV today

getting ready for her race.

You reckon we write
another letter?

She never writes back.

Oh, I reckon she loves
getting them from you, though.

What you reckon?

Yeah, maybe we
should send her one

of your pretty pictures.

Hmm.

I think so, too.

That's good, that's
good, that's good.

Come on, bub.

Let's go write that letter.

Make yourself useful.

Feel me, bastard.

I'm going to have to ask
you to put that out.

So you figured out who'd
kill the old duck yet,

or are you still
playing catch-up?

- Something you wanna tell me?
- Mm.

You know, I may or may
not have something

you might like to know.

Well, failure to report
an indictable offense

carries jail time.

You might want
to think about that.

Your little
barney your routine.

Doesn't frighten me, mate.

Listen, I'll leave
you here, mate.

I've seen this
town thriving, seen

it dying when the greenies
come marching in,

trying to close the timber
mill, the one thing that

keeps this town breathing.

Jessie seems to think
you have something to do

with Scarlett's disappearance.

Of course she does.

Why?

I'll tell you one
thing I do know.

There's a handful
of people that have

got this town in a chokehold.

So if you wanna
be the big hero,

I suggest you start there.

Give me a name.

Now, where would
be the fun in that?

♪ I woke up one morning ♪

♪ My head was feeling sore ♪

♪ I woke up to the sound
of knocking ♪

♪ Detectives at my door ♪

♪ There were two of them ♪

Shit.

♪ It all looks so familiar ♪

♪ As if I dreamed it all ♪

!- Ooh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You better move.

What's that gonna solve?

It makes me feel better.

It's enough.

Okay, friends.

We're about to begin round
two of the Easter trivia.

So jot down your answers
for a chance

to win an $100 meat
trade generously

donated by our favorite local
butcher, Smokey VanDerveer.

Whoo!

Here, Smokey!

Okay, question 1--

how many feet did Jesus
wash at The Last Supper?

12.

12, obviously 12.

One for each countryman.

I mean, unless we're counting
each foot, then it's 24.

Yep.

So if we could all
write our answers

down instead
of yelling them out,

that would be much appreciated.

Sorry.
Sorry.

Sorry, everyone.
My apologies.

Continue.

All right, yeah.

Question 2--
in the garden of Gethsemane,

Judas was said to have
betrayed Jesus, identifying him

with what intimate gesture?

Kiss.
Kiss.

He bloody kissed him.

Yeah.

If you wanna betray
someone, then--

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

My mouth, it just,
you know, I got

no control over it,
I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Please, I apologize.

Continue.

Sorry. [laughs] Jesus
was crucified with what--

I wouldn't mind nailing
you tonight, babe.

All right,
Cowboy, that'll do.

Hey.

Keep your hands off her.
- Settle down, boy.

I'm just having
a bit of private time

with the lady here.

You do not interrupt
the lady during trivia.

Yeah, well, it didn't
seem to stop you, mate.

Oi, come on, pull up.

Let her go.

Mm.

Two little Black boys

ride in to save the town,
Blackie 1 and Blackie 2.

Oh!

I don't need
my little brother.

I'll fucking kill you myself.

All right, that's enough.
Walk away. Walk away.

Um--

Where's my dollhouse?

It's gone.

Uh, come here, bub,
I gotta tell you something.

Last night I saw some fairies.

Did you really see fairies?

Oh, yeah, I saw them.

They were flying
around outside.

And then
they came flying inside

around your new dollhouse.

They thought it
looked a bit sad.

They thought it
needs rainbow paint.

Can I have it back
soon if it's okay?

Hey, yeah, I'll
get it back to you.

And I reckon it'll look even
better than it did before.

Then you can put
dolls, fairies,

whatever you want inside.

Fairies?

Oh, yeah, you saw them.

Those little black ones.

All right, bub, shoes on.

Uncle Jay's gonna take you
to school this morning.

I, uh--I reckon I'll pop
by to visit him today.

You all right?
You want me to come with you?

I can handle
myself, Jay Swan.

Don't you forget that.

Thank you.

Oh, coming.

Mary!

You lied to me.

What--what's wrong, love?

When were you gonna tell
me that you're my father?

Well, I was, um--

I was--I was gonna tell you.

I'm just--I was waiting
for the right time, that's all.

You didn't think
I had a right to know before

I moved into your house?

I was trying to help.

Oh, you did that
to alleviate your own guilt.

That wasn't for me.

Mary, I loved your mother.

She left before I even
got a chance to meet you.

So how come you didn't
come looking for us?

You got legs.

It's been 25 years.

Where were you?

The truth is, you're a coward.

Everything all right?

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, it's fine, Susan.

Um, thanks,
I'll be in in a minute.

Thanks.

I mean, just--just
stay in the house.

Just--for Anya.

You don't get to do that.

What do you know
about raising kids?

I'll do what's
right for my family.

It's more than I
can say for you.

Here, bub.

Can't I just come with you?

You got to go to school.

Don't leave.

Everyone always leaves.

Anya, no one is leaving.

I'll see you at home after.

Here, give me a hug.

It's okay to be scared.

I get scared, too.

That's why they
call it being brave,

and you are the bravest
girl I know.

You remember that, all right?

Hurry up, Anya.

Go on.

Any leads on Scarlett?

With me.

Sergeant?

In the car.

You gonna tell
me what's going on?

I hope you got everything
you needed yesterday.

It's a bloody shame.

He was a good bloke.

Who found him?

He was meant to make
an appearance at the boar hunt

this morning.

I don't know why.

He hasn't done it in years.

He didn't show up, so Mick
came looking for him.

Found him here. He was still
bleeding, but dead-as.

Poor bugger's still warm.

The rifle's Cowboy's, still
loaded, one shot fired.

You find the shell?

Mm-mm.

Anyone could have fired it.

Forensics needs to dust
it for fingerprints.

Anyone hear the shot?

They only heard the salute.

Pretty convenient time
to kill someone, eh?

Are you gonna tell
me about this salute,

or am I gonna have to guess?

It's an Easter tradition.

It marks the start
of the boar hunt.

All the lads gather at dawn,
and they fire at the sky.

No one gets hurt.

Right.

Save the judgment, Barney.

He was a mate.

This is a hunting town.

All the guns here
are registered.

Every gun, eh?

You sure about that?

Maybe a confrontation.

Bet he got that shiner
at the pub last night.

Who gave it to him?

You're not gonna
like this, Jay. Come on.

Hey, you mistreat
a dog, and he might bite.

Alice, can I have
a word with you?

It's a police matter.

This is a murder investigation.

You don't understand!
This place is dangerous.

Swazi?

Have you seen Swazi?
He's not in his room.

Cowboy's gun wasn't
the one that killed him.

Which means there's still
a murder weapon out there.

This is my punishment
for the things I've done.

I'm sorry!

It's on you?

No!

Oh!

Anya!