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Oh, bloody show-off.

I thought that was the point.

Olson can't win it again.

That's what you said
before last year's beach hop.

And the year before.

Yeah, well, I'd back my Cadillac
over that Thunderbird of his

any day of the week.

You'd back anything
any day of the week.

What the
hell's happened here?

Don't!
Don't touch anything.

Call the cops.

He hasn't been moved?

No.
He's exactly as we found him.

No, just walked in, saw him,
called you guys.

Do you know him?

No.
Never clapped eyes on him.

- No.
- I know his type, though.

Young punk petrolhead trying to
take what he hasn't earned.

Beautiful.
Lot of work gone into that.

Yep.
1969 Cadillac Eldorado.

Temperamental prima donna,
but worth it.

His injuries look consistent

with falling through
the skylight.

There would have been
massive internal trauma,

plus the angle of the head
hitting the concrete

has forced the neck back.

Snapped it.

No ID?

No wallet, no cards, no phone.

He's conveniently
a man of no identity.

As if he knew
he might not make it.

Not your
most optimistic burglar.

Hmm.

Who are you and who sent you?

You think someone sent him?

He's a kid.
He's someone's minion.

Or acting
on his own initiative?

Sees a flash car, wants it.

You might be underestimating

the drive and ambition of
the younger generation, Mike.

Maybe underestimating
their sense of entitlement.

Hmm.

Why are cars like catnip to men,
young or old?

Big engines.

They often compensate
for other things.

Go you, Mr. Feminist.

No, that's Roxy's theory,
actually.

Okay, how did he know
that the Eldorado was here?

If indeed
that's what he was after.

And can we assume
that he's local?

I'll get started
on some inquiries.

- Is that yours?
- Mm.

Ooh.
Good bones.

I could do something with that.

I kind of like it
the way it is.

Yeah, but there's a difference
between original and mint.

Tell you what.

Why don't you bring it along,
meet some kindred spirits?

I might just do that.

The mongrel hot-rodders.
Scourge of the sport.

I thought you car people

were one big happy,
slightly mad family.

Like hell.

Good to see you, girl!

You too.

- Greg.
- What's up?

- How are you?
- Good to see you, man.

- How long's it been?
- Oh, not long enough, brother!

Ooh, yeah!

Some things never change.

Coffee?

Yeah, we'll grab the bags.

Yeah, you do that.

See the bleed
at the back of the head?

From something blunt.

- Is that what killed him?
- Maybe.

But how did he get it?

It's not consistent
with the impact from the fall.

Kristin, could you check the arc
of the fall before you go?

Sure.

Could he have hit something
on his way down?

Uh, there's maybe
a sprinkler pipe.

I'd have to take a closer look.

You looking for something?

Why the screen?

Cuts the light
from the MIG welder.

Health and safety thing.

Right.
Yeah, that'll work.

Unlike the safety bars
over the skylight.

- What safety bars?
- Exactly.

Sam.
Safety protocol time.

All checked.
It's safe and secure.

- Thanks, Sam.
- Good.

Don't really want anyone else
falling through the roof.

Uh, would you mind
just sticking to the nail lines?

From here it's a sheer drop.

No one's gonna touch the sides
on the way down from there.

How was he planning
on getting down?

Eh?

- Did he have any rope on him?
- You're right.

It was never gonna be
a happy ending without rope.

The soles look like
a match with your print.

Thanks.
Just checking.

I thought the weekend
was all about the beach hop,

the big parade.

Yeah, yeah, but tonight's

a little private street action
for the hot-rodders.

- Cheers, brother.
- Street action?

Yeah.
All the cars are street legal.

And what you're doing
on the street, is that legal?

We've found
a little road outside town.

There won't be any traffic
that time of night.

You'd be up for a little
quarter mile, wouldn't you?

A drag race?
Nah, mate, I'm good.

We're all friends here,
aren't we?

And I need a crew tonight.

- Where do you keep it?
- The ladder?

Just inside
with the rest of the gear.

Was the garage locked
last night?

Well, if it wasn't,
why'd he use the skylight?

Point taken.

There's nothing missing,
from what I can see.

Right.

For an accident, there are
too many unexplained elements.

There's not even a drainpipe
he could've shimmied up.

So how did he get on the roof,

given that the ladder
was locked inside last night?

Maybe he had an accomplice
or a friend

who scarpered with their own
ladder when things went wrong?

Some friend.

Even so, why no rope?

How was he planning on lowering
himself through the skylight?

Well, he was climbing
on the roof in work boots.

Hardly designed for stealth.

A total novice, perhaps?

Holy...

Frodo.

What are you doing here?

Work here. You?

What happened
to the tire center?

Too many heavy memories,
you know?

Charlie and Keith offered me

an apprenticeship here,
so, yeah.

Where were you this morning?

Got a call from Keith saying
there'd been an accident,

take the morning off.

Nice wheels for an apprentice.

Thanks.
I'm competing tomorrow.

Got a bit to do.

Better get on with it then.

35, 40 grand at least,
I'd say.

How'd he come by
that sort of cash?

Hey, uh, Frodo's heard something
on the grapevine

you might be interested in.

Whoo-hoo!

He totally loves it.

What the hell
do you think you're doing, huh?!

Who do you think you are, mate?

Easy, friend.

You know, it's criminal
what you bastards do.

That is a '56 Customline.
It's a classic.

Look at it now!
It's desecrated!

Well, we make 'em go.
You ponces just make 'em show.

Ponces?

Yeah,
get back in your Tonka toy

and head for the hills.

And if the cops turn up tonight,

I'll know exactly
who tipped them off.

Yeah, you surely will.

Now, why don't you head home
and tuck yourself in

with your cup of cocoa, eh?

Hey, Morehu!
What are you doing out here?

- Are you his mum now?
- Just hanging, Charlie.

- It's public property.
- Get back into your car.

Oh, look
who called the cops, eh?

Him and his boyfriend.

Okay, this is a public road
and you need to get off it.

Good.
Yeah, you tell the bastards.

They're killing the sport,

giving genuine enthusiasts
a bad name.

- What?
- It goes for you too, Charlie.

- What?
- Get!

Come on.
Come on, hombre.

See you later, Charlie.

Yeah, good night, mate!

How sweet is this, eh?

Hey, Frodes,
isn't that your boss' car?

- Yo, boss.
- Is it him?

I guess so.

Charlie, need a hand?

- You can't just leave him.
- Eh, he's busy.

Can we help?

Bit late, I reckon.

Wait.

Aaaah!

Carry on, detectives.

- Don't mind us.
- Was that a film?

- What?
- "Carry On Detectives.“

You know, made a lot
of those "Carry Ons.“

Barbara Windsor.

Blonde. Huge bosoms.

Yes, that's the one.

Petrolhead dies
ingesting petrol.

Some would call it irony.

Others might say
natural selection?

Ingestion.
What makes you so sure?

The scenario before us, Gina.

All we know at this stage

is that he has a plastic pipe
sticking out of his mouth.

A plastic siphon tube

running back
into the petrol tank.

The keys are still in here.

Tank is half full,

so he was taking gas out of his
own tank for someone else's?

Charlie would've had to park
up close to access that tube,

so the other car
must've been here?

Maybe it slid into the side
as it ran out of gas.

But there are
no obvious tire marks.

So much for the Good Samaritan.

But if it was an accident,

why didn't the other party
report it?

- Cold.
- As is he.

So yesterday morning

you discover a dead man
in your garage,

and the next morning
you end up dead.

Is this a coincidence, Charlie?

You can
get back to me on that.

Speaking of coincidence,
you remember him?

Mm.

Frodo, isn't it?

We've already
told him everything.

- Can we go now?
- She's pretty freaked.

That's understandable.

Kind of put a downer on the day,

but we were hoping
to get to the beach hop prelims.

You've just found your boss
lying dead in the road.

You're still in the mood?

Hey, well,
Charlie was a good guy,

and the beach hop
was the highlight of his year.

He wouldn't want
the show to stop

just because he had an accident.

What if it wasn't an accident?

What?

Would that make you feel
any different?

Did Charlie have a wife?

Yeah.

They live just up the hill
outside town.

Off Connemara.

Got to go, eh?

Could, uh,
you take their statement?

I thought you wanted me
to get to the beach hop.

- Yeah, but...
- Besides...

I think she'd prefer you
more than me.

Detective Shepherd!

- We saw nothing.
- Speak for yourself.

Well, apart from
the green Cadillac.

Bronze.

Bronze Cadillac.

It was partially obscured
by the brown Mustang.

Red.

Red Mustang.

Wow.

So much panel, paint, and
testosterone all in one place.

- You got to love it.
- No, you don't.

So, how should we do this?

More coverage and quicker
if we split up.

Valerie Baxter?

Val. Yes?

Detective Senior Sergeant
Mike Shepherd.

This is bad news, isn't it?

It is, I'm afraid.

Is there somewhere
we can sit down?

Sorry, I don't want to sit down.

What's he done?

Mrs. Baxter, your husband,
Charlie, has been found dead.

Sorry. Got to check my makeup
in the mirror.

What do you think?

Yeah, good.

You're a fan
of the old T-Bird, eh?

Best car ever made.

Mr. Siola?

Olson, please.

You're a mate of
Charlie Baxter's, aren't you?

Charlie's the president
of the Car Restoration Society.

I'm the treasurer. Yeah, we work
very closely together.

He's been found.
An accident.

What, serious?

Fatal, I'm afraid.

Oh, dear.

Greg.
Coffee break?

Yeah, bro.

Ta.

Mmm.
You remembered.

No sugar.

Sweet enough without,
you used to say.

I did?

God, I hate that noise.

I'll give him another call.

Wait.

Remember these?

I scanned them.

That was us.
Lovebirds.

Yeah.

Wow. Long time ago.

- There's more.
- Just like old times, eh?

Dude, your coffee.

Thanks, brother.

What was that, 10 years ago?
Where was I?

Oh, that's right -- Afghanistan.
Fighting the good fight.

The reconstruction force
in Bamyan Province.

Yeah, whatever that means.

Flag the coffee.

The Killing Machine is tuned
and ready for action.

Let's get over
to the beach hop.

So after the confrontation
with the hot-rodders,

you drove where?

To Charlie's garage,
where I'd left my car.

I left Charlie there
and drove home.

Did Charlie go straight home?

No,
Charlie went in the garage.

He said he wanted to do
one more cut and polish.

Really?
That Cadillac looks spotless.

No, not the bodywork --
the engine.

He was gonna cut and polish
the engine?

Yeah, chrome-plated, like mine.

Charlie was a true devotee.
Just backed the wrong horse.

What horse?

General Motors.
Should have got a Ford.

Right.

Look, I'm gonna need
to take a statement.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm happy to oblige.

But the kids come first.

You know, can't let them down.

Well, a couple of punters

saw the Eldorado
earlier this morning --

as early as first light --
but no one stopped,

so Charlie could have
been there for hours.

Anything from Olson?

Not yet.

What makes a grown man
want to dress up like that?

To make kids happy?

Freak them out, more like.

Charlie didn't come
home last night at any stage?

No.

Was that unusual?

Not in the lead-up
to a big show.

Like this weekend's
beach hop parade?

He was obsessed
with that bloody car.

That car restoration stuff,
it's like a drug, an addiction.

I hated it.

I told him more than once,

“There'll come a day, Charlie,
it'll be that car or me."

The irony is it was him.

You wouldn't understand,
of course.

- Sorry?
- You're one of them.

One of what?

I saw your car.

I'll admit I have a soft spot
for the old Kingswood,

but it's not what you'd call
an obsession.

You keep it that way, Detective.

Obsession can end up
killing you.

Thanks for coming in.

Two victims
on consecutive nights.

But what is the connection?

Thanks.

Charlie's car.

Balaclava guy's
trying to steal it,

Charlie was trying
to protect it.

Any I.D. on balaclava guy?

Fingerprints are working
on a match.

Forensics have gone over
Charlie's Cadillac.

There's nothing unusual
about it.

Other than being a priceless
piece of automotive bling.

Beauty is in the eye
of the beholder.

Oh, you're saying
you're feeling the love?

I'm saying
I really don't care.

Val Baxter hates cars
with a passion.

Does that make her a suspect
or just sane?

She didn't seem very upset.

She's definitely upset,
but it's more anger than grief.

She may know more
than she's letting on.

I'll see what she stands to make
from Charlie's death.

Last night, that altercation out
on Boundary Road with Charlie.

Who was on the other side
of that?

Out-of-towners.

- And Jared Morehu.
- Jared?

And Olson Siola with Charlie.

They are -- were --

chairman and treasurer
of the Car Restoration Society

and rivals.

- They looked like mates.
- Up to a point.

But Charlie's pride and joy
was a Cadillac Eldorado,

while Olson's
is a Ford Thunderbird.

So, different cars.

It's tribal.

You're either Ford
or General Motors.

Boys and their toys.
I'll never get it.

Okay, let's get back over
to the beach hop,

do a bit of mix and mingle
before the big parade, hmm?

I'm not sure

how much more fawning over cars
I can take.

Deep down, I reckon
there's a petrolhead in you

just waiting to come out.

Not even a tiny bit.

Impressive beast.

Yeah, beast is right.
500 horsepower.

- What does that actually mean?
- Goes fast, I think.

Quarter of a mile
in less than 12 seconds.

That's what that means.

I call her
the Killing Machine.

Mike, Kristin,
this is Greg and Carly McQueen.

Yeah, we've met.

Not formally introduced,
but...

That's what was gonna happen
last night out on Boundary Road?

A drag race?

A gentle quarter mile, mate.
Nothing to be alarmed about.

But then those idiots turned up
and shut the party down.

Which idiots?

Charlie and his mate.

But you guys already knew that,

so what's this harassment
really about?

Greg, they're just trying
to do their job, bro.

Nothing happened last night.

That nutter made sure of it
by calling you guys.

But something did happen.

- Yeah?
- Last night.

Charlie Baxter died
in suspicious circumstances.

- No way.
- What?

Suspicious?
In what way?

What was said out at
Boundary Road before we arrived?

What was suspicious?

That's what
we're trying to clarify.

By talking to me?

We're talking to everyone.

Mate, if you think you've got
something on me, go on,

arrest me right here.

But otherwise you and blondie
here should back off.

We've got a beach hop to get to.

As have we.

Enjoy.

Since when did you get

all friendly with the cops,
huh, bud?

Finished clowning?

Oh, until later, yeah.

It's time
for the serious business.

The Prix de la Concours Cup.

You're the defending champion,
right?

Well, actually she is.

Quick question --

If Charlie cut and polished
his engine,

how long would that take?

Two, maybe three hours.

But Charlie
was a perfectionist, eh?

But it wouldn't have been
an all-nighter?

Not even
by Charlie's standards.

We're on, my beautiful!

If we believe
that the first victim

was trying to steal
the second victim's car,

then one gets the feeling

that these murders
are all about cars.

Which means the killer could be
right here amongst us.

I doubt they'd miss
an event like this.

Well, that narrows it down
a bit.

You think they're laughing at us
right now?

Laughing or lining up
their next target.

Bit touchy, that bloke.

Just a bit.

- Breen.
- Senior.

Olson dropped Charlie at
the garage at about 10:30 p.m.

Charlie cuts and polishes
his engine,

which, according to Olson, would
take him a max three hours,

so that brings us
to 1:30 a.m. latest.

Kristin says one of the early
arrivals saw Charlie's Eldorado

at about 7:30 this morning,

so Charlie died
between 1:30 and 7:30.

Thanks.

You know, I think I'm starting
to get all this --

the color, the enthusiasm
for their hobby.

Those people that told you
they saw the Cadillac,

why didn't they stop?

Just thought it was some guy
tinkering with his engine,

taking a leak.

Whereas Frodo stopped because
he recognized his boss' car,

he says.

Do we know what he was up to
last night?

Gina.

Yeah, on my way.

- Back soon.
- What's up?

Uh, Gina's got
a cause of death.

Tell me what you see.

He died from superficial cuts
and grazes?

How would that be possible?

Okay, he died
from swallowing petrol, then.

If he had swallowed it, he would
probably still be alive.

Our digestive systems
can deal with petrol?

In Russia, some of the vodka
is much the same as gasoline.

But for normal mortals,
like Charlie Baxter?

What killed Charlie Baxter
would kill any Russian too.

So?

It was the petrol
getting into his lungs.

Even a tiny drop there
can be very dangerous

because it spreads out rapidly,
coating and damaging the tissue

and making it
very hard to breathe.

So the actual
cause of death would be?

Asphyxiation.

By the petrol
coating his lungs.

But how would it
get in there?

By inhalation.
Or...

But why would he start
inhaling petrol?

If his breathing
was suddenly disrupted.

If he began coughing.

Like someone attacking him while
he was attempting to siphon,

forcing him violently forward
onto his hands and knees.

Exactly.

So it wasn't a coincidence
was it, Charlie?

Olson Siola!

Thanks a lot.

I'd like to dedicate
this year's Prix de la Concours

to my dear friend
Charlie Baxter.

Excuse me, Sam.

A moment of your time.

We've just recalled
what could be a material fact.

We?

- Well, Mrs. Marlowe recalled.
- How can I help?

That young man...

- In the red shirt.
- Brown.

The brown.

He was the first
at the scene of the crime.

If indeed it was a crime.

One of the young girls
got out of his car

and discovered
poor old Charlie Baxter.

Yes.

And the interesting
thing is, Sam --

I'm no criminal investigator,
as you know,

but when we pulled up
and Edward asked Frodo...

Can we help?

Bit late, I reckon.

...he said, "Too late"...

Wait.

Aaaah!

...before the young lady
screamed.

Meaning?

That young man
seemed to already know

what the young lady
was about to discover,

and it was too late
to help poor Charlie Baxter.

You can confirm that, Edward?

Well, let me see now.
How can I put this?

Um
if Mrs. Marlowe says

that the young man told her
that it was too late

before the young lady screamed,

then that is
exactly what happened.

Got it.

Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Frodo!

Whoo!

Very "Thelma and Louise.“

Nah.
I'm Kimberley, and she's Toni.

You must be proud.

Whoo!
Go, you good thing!

So you and Frodo,
you're an item?

No way.

Oh. Sorry.
So you, uh...

Well, we both sort of are.
Kind of.

Okay, so you were both
with Frodo last night?

Whoa, no.

It's not like that.

Congratulations.

Seems a bit hollow
without Charlie being around.

Still, on to
more important things,

like making little kids laugh.

Do kids actually laugh?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, but is it, like,
joyous laughter

or a bit, you know, nervous?

When I was a kid,

I always thought clowns
were pretty scary.

Did you actually want something?

Val Baxter.

She didn't look like
she was congratulating you.

She's upset.

About?

Need I explain?

It would be helpful.

Have you no compassion?

She just lost her husband.

Of course.

Thanks for your time.

So Charlie fell forward

onto his hands and knees,

choked on the siphon, and ended
up getting petrol in his lungs.

Question is,
did he fall, or was he pushed?

Well, if it was an accident,

how come whoever
Charlie was trying to help

hasn't come forward?

If someone forced him
to swallow that petrol,

it's manslaughter
at the very least.

We need motive, then.

What is it,
and who might have it?

Uh, well, Greg McQueen
seemed pretty fired up

going head to head with Charlie
last night.

We were too late to hear
exactly what was said.

I'll have a yarn with Jared,
away from McQueen,

try and confirm
what was said.

Olson Siola was having
heated words with Val,

Charlie's widow,
after the prize-giving.

She says she hates cars.
What was she doing there?

Crying on Olson's shoulder,
apparently.

- You think that's all?
- I’ll keep digging.

Minor point, but neither
of the two girls in Frodo's car

is his girlfriend.

What, like rent-a-date?

Pretty much, but meaning
neither of them

can verify Frodo's whereabouts
last night.

Oh, and Mrs. Marlowe
and Edward

reckon Frodo told them
it was too late to help Charlie

before Kimberley discovered
his body.

Tomorrow morning
bring Frodo in for a chat.

Yes, boss.

He seems different
since Afghanistan.

Maybe.

I guess he saw
some pretty hard-out things.

He's a pretty hard-out guy.

Always has been.

You want to go?!
You want to go?!

Yo, it's cool!
Yo, back up!

He doesn't mean no harm.

Don't bother to get up.

- It's cool.
- Ooh, big man eh?

Oh!

Bro, you're wasted.

Yeah.

Just like old times.

Watch out for that.

You're a good mate, bro.

You're a good mate.

He'll appreciate you
bringing him in.

I usually have to
leave him in the car.

Is he like that a lot?

Fair bit.

Are you guys Okay?

Yeah. Why?
Do we seem...

No, just...

That's good.
I'm glad you're happy, you know?

Do you sometimes wish things
had worked out differently?

What?

Between us.

Y-You can't just
say stuff like that.

Tell me
you don't think about it.

I don't.

Really?

Have you ever had anything else
like we had?

Look, Carly,

I pretty much keep
to myself these days, and...

That's how I like it.

Night.

Bit early in the morning
for the mailman, Mike.

Maybe.

And I take it you're not keen
on taking up running again.

Yeah,
not really dressed for it.

Okay.

What?

Out on Boundary Road, before
Kristin and Breen arrived.

There were strong words said

between Greg McQueen
and Charlie Baxter.

What was said?

Is this on the record,

or is this just the bit
where I'm Mr. Anonymous,

helping you with your inquiries?

Mr. Anonymous works for me.

We're just talking
at this stage.

Okay.
Talking and walking.

Walking, not running.

Greg was pissed off all right.

And if the cops
turn up tonight,

I'll know exactly
who tipped them off.

So Greg made a direct threat
against Charlie Baxter?

Was it a threat?

Look, Mike,
Greg's a decent guy deep down.

He served in Afghanistan
and something happened.

I don't know.

Aid-reconstruction fatigue?

He's dropping hints
there was more to it than that.

Maybe he's got
some post-traumatic stress.

So you and Greg and Carly came
straight back home after that?

We did, yeah.

And Greg was at your place
all night?

Yeah, must have been.

I would've heard
that bloody machine of his

if he'd tried to go out.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

I mean, no way. That monster
would wake the dead.

The Killing Machine.
Why would he call it that?

Kills the competition.

Metaphorically.

It's just a stupid name, Mike.

Right.

Where were you
night before last?

The night Charlie died?
Am I in the gun for that?

It's not the most helpful
turn of phrase, Frodo.

Do you mind just answering
the question?

Working late on my car,
getting it ready for the show.

So you were at the garage when
Charlie came back with Olson?

No.
When did they turn up?

- When did you leave?
- Before they turned up.

Care to put a time on it?

About 10:30.

That's when Charlie
came back with Olson?

10:00, then.

Maybe it was earlier,
because I didn't see them.

Why did you pretend that
Kimberley was your girlfriend?

She's a girl.
She's a friend.

Okay, she loves my car.
Okay, I get that.

But you stand a better chance
of winning

with a hot chick in your car,
so it works both ways.

Right.

At Charlie's Cadillac,

Mrs. Marlowe and Edward
arrived just after you.

Yep.

When Edward asked
if they could help, you said,

“It's a bit late for that.“

Ah, yeah.
Yeah, I think I did.

You said that before
Kimberley discovered the body.

So?

As if you already knew
Charlie's body would be there.

How could I have known that?

Why did you say,
“It's a bit late for that"?

Because we were already there.
Already taken care of.

What was taken care of?

Whatever was the problem
with Charlie's car.

Look, you know
Mrs. Marlowe and Edward?

Yes.

Well, what help
could they possibly be?

Boots.

What?

Your boots.

So what?

What brand are they?

I don't know.
Be on the label.

Steinmans.

Your own boots, and you don't
know what they are?

I was given them by Charlie.
Standard-issue work kit.

1969 Cadillac Eldorado.

Temperamental prima donna,
but worth it.

Standard issue?
You sure about that?

Yeah.

What size?

12.

You're a size 12?

The soles look like a match
with your print.

So they're a bit big.

I like them that way.

Particularly if
they're free, eh?

Extra pair of socks, sweet as.

- Do you want one?
- Nah.

Hey, look, Carly, Greg's got to
pull his head in and be careful.

The cops know he threatened
Charlie Baxter the night he died

and I had to reassure them
he was here all night.

Okay.

Jared.

What I said last night...

Oh, it's no big deal.
You'd had a few.

No.
I meant every word of it.

Jeez, Carly.

What -- What am I supposed to do
with that?

That coffee coming?

You were seen arguing
with Olson Siola

at the beach hop
prize-giving yesterday.

- What was that about?
- Nothing important.

I thought you had an aversion
to the whole car-culture thing.

I do. What better place to find
a buyer for Charlie's Cadillac?

I thought Olson might buy it,
given he's got all the money.

I don't really care
what I let it go for.

I'm sorry, Val.
I'm sorry for your loss.

But I've no desire
to own that car.

It'd be like walking
in a dead man's shoes

while he's still wearing them.

I need the money.

Can't you take it and flick
it on to some other car nut?

Well, maybe if it was a Ford.

Why do you need the money?

The bank made a friendly call
just over a week ago.

This place is underwater,
virtually.

You talk to Charlie
about that?

- No.
- Why not?

I tried to.
He got angry.

Before the bank rang,

you had no idea
how much the mortgage was?

The mortgage secures
whatever's owed to the bank,

including any business debt.

I had no idea
how much that was.

Was Charlie a violent man?

- Not to me.
- Who to?

You just wouldn't want to
cross him, that's all.

So you never did.
Until the night he died.

You said it was an accident.

We believe
that Charlie stopped for someone

on the side of the road --

that they'd run out of petrol
and he went to help them out.

- Was that you?
- What? No!

We're working through
several theories.

For instance, it's dark,
the wee small hours.

Who's the one person
in the world

that Charlie would be certain
to stop for?

His own wife,
if you'd run out of gas.

No, that never happened.

Okay. Like I said,
it's only a theory.

I never left the house!

Can anyone confirm that?

No.

I know how this looks.

I knew something was wrong.
He was away a lot.

- Away?
- Overnighters.

He said it was the Cadillac,

but there was something else
going on.

I kept asking him
what was wrong, and he'd just...

He'd say it was business,
and not to worry about it.

Did you ever think
there was someone else?

Of course.

I even asked him
if there was another woman.

At least he was honest.

There was?

Yes.
He said her name was Eldorado.

He could be such a smart-ass.

Breen.

Thanks.

We have a fingerprint match

for the guy
who fell through the skylight.

Sonny Smith.

Long list of previous.
Bit of breaking and entering.

Lots of car conversion.

Another car enthusiast.

Maybe he was
after Charlie's Cadillac.

Or maybe there was
something else in that garage

he was interested in.

Local?

Up north until recently.

Patchy employment history
up there.

Possum trapper,
forestry release cutter,

local farmhand.

Arrived down here six weeks ago
and got a job cleaning cars.

Who for?

Local clown.
Olson Siola of T Bird Cars.

You really don't like him.

Why would anyone
want to be a clown?

To bring a little joy
into the world?

Nah. There's something dodgy
about clowns.

Anyway, getting back
to the facts.

Olson Siola employed
the deceased, Sonny Smith.

One of the deceased.

Maybe Sonny was
stealing to order for Olson.

A Cadillac?
General Motors?

Olson wouldn't sully himself.

What was that kid doing there?

And who sent him?

And I still want to know
how he got on the roof.

What do we know about the
business, Baxter & Balance?

They advertise themselves
as a one-stop car shop --

repairs, panel and paint.

And they do compliance work
for imports.

What, so they take the cars
off the wharf as they arrive?

No, the dealer
or importer does that,

then the dealer takes the cars

to an authorized
compliance agent

like Baxter & Balance.

They check them out and
make sure they can be issued

with a warrant of fitness
for our roads.

And then the cars go back
to the dealer to be sold.

Sounds lucrative.

Baxter & Balance is the only

authorized compliance agent
in the area.

Ka-ching!

So how come the Baxter house
is so heavily mortgaged?

Breen, get an address or phone
number for Sonny out of Olson,

then go there, find someone
to ID him at the mortuary,

and pick up whatever background
you can on him.

There must be some connection
to Charlie Baxter.

Ah, the clown whisperer!

Mr. Siola.

Do you have any contact details

for a kid you employed here
as a cleaner -- Sonny Smith?

Who?

How many cleaners
do you have?

They're called car valet.

What's the name again?

Smith.

Such an unusual name.

It's a wonder
I can't remember it.

- Sonny?
- Sonny.

Oh, wait there.

I think I've got something
for you.

He came in
looking for a car valet job,

so I gave him
a couple of tries.

Had to give up on the boy.

Stoned most of the time.

Can't say I'm surprised
he's in trouble.

I never said he was.

Then why's a detective
inquiring after him?

Hold the fort.

Keith Balance about?

Just missed him.

Urgent callout?

Delivery.

Just finished compliance
on that ute.

What happens behind here?

That's where the
compliance work are done

for the imports.

- Why is it screened?
Regulations.

Got to be accredited
to do that stuff.

Separate business.
I can't go in there.

And nor should you.
That's the rules.

- It's okay.
- You'll cost me my job.

- You've got to be accredited.
- Will this do?

- No car.
- Keith was driving it.

- Where to?
- Making a delivery I guess.

- Delivering the car?
- Yeah.

- Who to?
- I don't think it's a secret.

I mean, most of that work's
for T Bird Cars,

far as I can make out.

Hey! Stop! Police!

Ah, come on!

Oh, hell!

Don't run, okay?

When a police officer
says stop, you stop.

I didn't know
I was being chased.

Why were you running?

Exercise.

It's for my own use.

What's your name?

- Tai.
- Tai, do you know Sonny Smith?

You gonna bust me for the dope
or what?

Yes or no?
Do you know him?

He's my cousin.

Where is he?

Bastards.

Who?

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

How did this happen?

He fell through a skylight.
Possibly accidental.

Yeah, fight

Are we interrupting something?

Not at all.

Just delivered an import, and
I'm about to pick up a new one.

Takes a day or three
to clear customs.

Is there
a problem, officer?

Why did you take off when
we pulled up at the garage?

Didn't see you.

Oh, we had
a little chat to Frodo.

Yeah, Frodo's got an IQ
in the margin for error.

Why did you give him
an apprenticeship, then?

That was Charlie.
Charlie did a lot of things.

Please, Detectives,
can't you see this --

What did Charlie do, Keith?

There's many stages to grief.
There's anger --

I'm talking to him.

Charlie was just a bit, uh,
headstrong at times, that's all.

Frodo's not a bad guy.

Look, I've got work to do,

Got to get that new ute
back to the garage.

Time is money.

Oh, that's what I wanted to
talk to you about.

Money?

You seem upset about Charlie.

I'm the one
left holding the baby.

Is there something
you want to share?

Perhaps down the station
while making a statement?

Why?
Am I a suspect?

That would suggest that you
believe Charlie was murdered.

Why?

You can put whatever words
you want in my mouth.

I'm saying nothing.

My cuz wouldn't fall.
He was like a cat.

As in burglar?

Was Sonny on a job when he fell?

Who was he working for, Tai?

Somebody sent him
to Baxter's garage.

He got a call that night.

- Who from?
- He wouldn't say.

He never did.

It was his way
of protecting me.

Sonny took a call.
What, on the home line?

He had a mobile?

Who doesn't?

What do you think
happened to Charlie, then?

Charlie owed
a containerload of money.

We know his house
was mortgaged to the hilt.

Val said that was because
the business was in trouble.

The business
wasn't the problem.

- Charlie was the problem.
- Why?

You've got his phone.
Take a look at the apps.

What's up?

Baxter's mobile?
Something about apps.

Jeez.

Gaming Club, Jackpot City,
Royal Vegas.

Charlie had a gambling problem?

It wasn't a problem --
It was catastrophic.

- Who'd he owe money to?
- Oh, who didn't he owe?

He owed me for taking
the money out of the business.

He owed Val
for leaving her nothing.

Well, that gives
you and Val motive.

Oh, like hell!

I've had enough of this.

I don't have to stay here,
you know?

That's right.
You don't.

Yeah, good enough for me.

Does he ever stop?

Fiddling with the car
or drinking?

Jared, babe...

Please, you can't
call me that anymore.

Sorry.

What if Greg walked in
and overheard?

Is that the only reason?

No, but what happened
between us, it was --

it was a long time ago.

- I know that.
- Okay.

There's still something
I need to tell you.

- Oh, Carly, we can't go there.
- It's not about that.

What?

The night before last --
the night of the standoff

between Greg and that guy
Charlie Baxter --

Greg went out.

No, no, no. Couldn't have.
I would have heard him.

He didn't take the Customline.
He took your car.

No way.

Greg's got problems, but...

...he's no murderer.

Greg did that?

He hits me
where no one will see.

Never my face.

Sometimes 'round the head.

No. Not Greg.

You guys can't see
what's in front of your eyes

when it comes to your mates.

What happened to him?

He was always
exactly like this.

Afghanistan just made it worse.

Sonny's cousin Tai confirms
that on the night he died,

someone phoned him
on his mobile,

which seems
to have disappeared.

He went out to meet someone
and never came back.

So he was on a mission
at Baxter's garage.

Tai also said Sonny
was as agile as a cat,

and she doesn't believe
he would fall.

Unless the agile cat
was wearing oversized boots.

Completely the wrong footwear
for creeping across roofs.

By the look of it,
he and his cousin

didn't have two cents
to rub together.

Maybe those boots
were all he had.

Or someone's trying to
cover their tracks.

Also a big doper
according to Olson,

who cannot be trusted.

- Because?
- He's a clown.

Is that it?

At this stage.

Wasn't Olson's opinion
that Sonny was a stoner

backed up by the bag of dope
you found on his cousin?

Maybe he was so stoned
he put on the wrong shoes.

Size 12
were way too big for him,

but they're
Charlie's size exactly.

Yeah, and size 12 is
the same size that Frodo wears.

So, instead of a middle-aged
success story --

own house, own business --

we are now getting a picture

of a very different
Charlie Baxter --

a desperate gaming addict

who was causing
his wife and business partner

financial distress.

Which might provide motive
for both of them.

But motive enough for murder?

Well, it'd certainly put a lid

on all the debts
he was running up.

Maybe Val and Keith
were in it together?

Conspiring lovers?

Valerie Baxter is living proof
of what my mother used to say --

“When debt comes in the door,
love flies out the window.“

Get hold of the Baxter & Balance
company records --

balance sheet, cash flow,
who owes what where.

And then we get in
a forensic accountant.

Let's see
what we can make of it first.

You.

- What are you doing here?
- I can't be seen.

I can see you.

Can we go somewhere, you know,
without windows?

What time was this?

Well, Carly reckons the bedside
digital was reading 2:23 a.m.

You saw and heard nothing?

Sound asleep.

So Greg leaves the marital bed,
takes your car, and goes where?

Well, Carly has no idea.

She went back to sleep,
didn't hear him come in.

But when she woke
just after 6:00,

Greg was in bed beside her.

Between 2:30 and 6:00
certainly fits the time frame

for Charlie Baxter's death.

I thought it might.

There's no avoiding it.

We have to interview Greg,
try and get a statement.

If Greg gets a whiff
of where this is coming from,

Carly might be the next body
you find.

You think he's that bad?

What you don't know
about your mates.

He's been giving Carly
the bashing.

She showed me the bruises.
She's terrified of him.

We could arrest him for that.

I doubt
she'll testify against him.

Okay. We can sort this
so it doesn't come back on her.

We don't have to disclose
who our witness is.

Thanks.

Your mate's
hiding in the kitchen.

We're actually here to see you.

Listen,
I've already told you --

If you want to talk to me,
you're gonna have to arrest me.

If you insist.

Caution him, Sims.

What?
Based on what?

- Morning, Jared.
- Mike.

What the hell is this? What do
you think you've got on me? Huh?

They can't have anything
on you, babe. Just relax.

Good idea.
Relax.

If you've got something to say,
say it here.

We'd like to.
But it's confidential to you.

Like what?

It's to do with a witness
that's come forward.

- A witness, babe?
- It'll be nothing.

A witness to what?

Your movements the night

you were out on Boundary Road.

Okay.
Um, well, let me grab my stuff,

and I'll meet you
down at the station.

Much appreciated.

Better hope he turns up.

Oh, with a car like his,
he won't be hard to find.

Your mate's straight out of
the bloody Gestapo.

What the hell's
he trying to prove?

They're just doing their job,
Greg.

You know, ticking the boxes.

That better be all it is.
See you guys soon.

Frodo.

Gosh.

What?

Where's the boss?

Oh...
He was here.

But isn't?

Might be.

Hey! What the hell do you think
you're doing?!

I was going to ask politely

if I could have access to your
firm's financial records --

bank accounts, securities,
budgets, cash-flow charts.

Get out of here.
You need a warrant to do that.

That's plan B.

Either way,
it's going to happen.

Look, we just want to
familiarize ourselves

with your position.

My position, what,
vis-à-vis Charlie Baxter,

was bent over a table
with my pants around my ankles.

Right.
Because of Charlie's gambling.

Pretty much.

That must've been hard to take.

Look, he dipped his fingers
in the till

and put the squeeze
on the business, that's all.

- Infuriating.
- But you get on with it.

Or you take matters into your
own hands, get back control.

Bugger this.
I've had a gutsful!

Here!

And here!

That's this year's.

There's only seven more years to
go once you've finished those.

And this!

Oh, and this!

Fill your bloody boots!

Keith Balance is keen to help.

- Sort of.
- Looks like it.

Greg McQueen's on his way in.

How'd you manage that?

He wants to find out
what we know.

The theory being?

Charlie's driving home
in the dark,

he stops to help
someone he knows.

He recognizes Jared's car,
assumes it's him.

That makes sense.

There's no way he would have
stopped for Greg's hot rod.

There's more.

You do the interview,

given that Greg knows
I'm friendly with Jared.

Okay.

Remember...

Before confirming Carly's
assertion, get him to deny it.

You're onto it.
And?

Their names
will not leave my lips.

Okay, we just need to firm up
on everyone's movements.

So, can you confirm that
you didn't go out in any car

between the hours of 1:30 a.m.
and 6:30 a.m. that morning?

I didn't.

Well, we have information
that you were out and about

in Jared Morehu's car.

And this would be the witness
that you mentioned?

- That's right.
- Who is...?

So this witness that you won't
name reckons that, uh...

He? She? It?

- They?
- They.

...that they saw me
in Jared's dunger

in the early hours of
the morning that Charlie died?

- Is that it?
- Yes.

So how can this witness be sure
it wasn't Jared in his car?

Our witness says it was you.

Well, how can they be sure?
He, she, it, or them.

Would have been dark.

And how many people around here
know me?

The witness saw you
at the beach hop.

The beach hop didn't start
until the next day.

Well, that car of yours
attracts a lot of attention.

Not before the beach hop began.

Unless he/she was
at the drag race that wasn't,

out on Boundary Road.

Look, we just need to know

whether you can account for
your movements that night.

But there were no movements.

I was in bed asleep.

And I have two alibis
to support me on that.

Unless Jared
was out in his car.

But I wouldn't know.
I was asleep.

Have you spoken to Jared?

We will speak to Jared.

If you haven't spoken to Jared,
how do you know it was his car?

Our witness knows his car,

and he knows it wasn't
Jared driving, it was you.

He?

Which is weird
because as I said,

I was tucked up in bed
all night.

And you can easily find
two witnesses to verify that.

Well, you could have slipped out
unbeknownst to either of them,

which is why
you took Jared's car,

so they wouldn't hear anything.

Ah, so they heard nothing?

I don't know.
I'm just guessing.

You've talked
to Jared and Carly already.

No, I didn't say that.

You've got nothing.
You're fishing.

I don't know
who put you up to this,

but someone
is hanging me out to dry.

You got him to deny
he was out and about?

But Jared can't actually confirm

that he left the property
at that time in his car.

No.

It's down to Carly.
We have to get her statement.

Well, can we pull both Carly
and Jared in now.

I mean,
they can just tell Greg

that they're providing him
with an alibi.

In fact, if we don't do that,
Greg'll get suspicious.

You've got the makings.

- Of what?
- A forensic accountant.

Expect Jared'll be showing up
any minute now.

Wouldn't want a miss a chance to
share lunch with his old flame.

Babe.

What's with the paranoia?

Just because you're paranoid

doesn't mean
they're not out to get you.

What are you talking about?

The cops reckon
that they have a witness

who saw me driving Jared's car

the night that that guy
was killed.

No way!

You were in bed with me
all night.

Mm.
Did you tell them that?

- Hmm?
- I will.

But you haven't
spoken to them already?

No. I swear.

Ah.
Speak of the devil.

What'd I tell you?
He can't stay away from you.

- Hey.
- Hey, brother.

Cleaning your rifle?

Yeah.
Old army habits die hard, eh?

See, in the desert,

your life depends
on having a clean rifle.

Just like I thought
I could depend on you.

Eh?

I thought we were mates.

What do you mean?

I didn't expect you to
go to the cops behind my back.

What?

- No, and stitch me up.
- Come on, Greg.

No, you've been speaking
to your detective mate.

The cops reckon
they have a witness

who saw me driving your car the
night that Charlie was killed.

- I thought you were here asleep.
- Is that what you told them?

- Who?!
- The cops! Who else?!

- What are you saying?!
- It was your car.

They'd need to talk to you first

to make sure
you weren't driving it.

- Not if they'd seen --
- I know how the cops work.

Ah, who do we have here?

Didn't hear you knock.

Is Carly about?

That depends.
I'll get back to you.

Okay, lovebirds, which one
of you put the cops up to this?

Comms, this is DSS Shepherd.

Someone better start talking
real quick!

Is everything
okay in there, Greg?

You tell me.

If there's an issue,

we should just keep calm
and talk it through.

Listen to your mate. He's giving
you a chance to tell the truth.

Okay, okay.
It was me.

You were right to be suspicious.

I wanted to be with Carly

and saw a chance
to get you out of the way.

She knew nothing about it.

- Is that true?
- I knew nothing.

Honest, babe.

I should put a bullet
through your head.

Don't, babe.
He's not worth it!

You tell them
what you just told me.

Tell them!

I made the story up.

Greg never took my car.
He was here all night.

I tried to set him up so me and
Carly could get back together.

Okay.

- You got that?
- We've got that.

Now you can lower the rifle.

Lower the rifle.

Good.

Now put it down.

Now step back inside.

Put your hands on your head.

Now!

That was
such a brave thing to do.

Thank you.

It's okay.
It's over.

They'll lock Greg up, and you'll
be able to make a statement.

Hey, hey, hey.
Greg will never bash you again.

Maybe I won't have to
make a statement.

How do you mean?

Well, Greg'll go to prison
for what he did today.

Maybe.

But he's still got to
stand trial

for murdering Charlie Baxter.

Except he couldn't possibly
have done that.

He was here all night.

He never went out,
didn't take your car.

I wanted him out of the way
so we could be together again.

It was all a lie?

A white lie.
A fib.

- In a good cause.
- Do you know what you've done?

You told Greg the truth, that
you really want to be with me.

And I want that too, babe,
back the way it was.

Get in the car.

I didn't know what else to do.

Get in the car, Carly.

Charge him
with reckless use of a firearm.

I'll get a statement from Carly.
We'll go from there.

She's got something
to tell you.

Unbelievable.

I know you want to
charge her with something,

but all she's actually done
is lie to Jared.

I feel like we're going
'round and 'round in circles,

getting nowhere.

Doughnuts.
Doing doughnuts.

Going 'round and 'round in
circles and getting nowhere.

Petrolhead term.

I know what a doughnut is.
I'm just surprised that you do.

Actually I can see you popping
some wheelies in your youth.

Did you?
Pull a few doughnuts?

Let's just say I prefer mine
with jam and cream.

Hey, you should see
the money trail here.

So much money.

Huge amounts going out on
Baxter's online gaming accounts.

Indian sports betting, TAB,
online poker.

You name it, Charlie was
up to his eyeballs in it.

So he was a gambling addict.
Does that help us?

No, the mystery's not how
he lost all this dough,

it's where the hell
he got it from.

The business is doing well.

The panel and paint,
the car repairs,

the compliance work on imports
is all here,

all going through the books.

- So he blew it all?
- And much more besides.

According to Val, he borrowed
against the business

and against their house.

Yeah, that would
cover some of it.

But Charlie's
online gaming accounts

show so much more going out.

And there's no trace of it
on the books,

so he must have had
a huge stream of income

that wasn't going
anywhere near the books.

From where?
From his winnings?

No way. None of those accounts
were ever in credit.

So Baxter's gambling and gaming

went far beyond what he was
making from the business?

Way beyond.

And despite
all this money coming in,

the business itself
is mortgaged to the hilt --

the land the garage sits on
to an outfit called Taurus Inc.

And then there's also
a debenture

on the remaining company assets
to something called Edsel Inc.

Who are they?

Well, I'm still trying
to find out.

They were shelf companies,
but now with an accountant

holding the shares in trust
for the real owners.

Which means we're looking for
a cash source,

some kind of
black-market money stream?

Has to be.

Keith Balance must know
where the cash is coming from.

How could he not?

And how could he not stop Baxter
from blowing it all?

Ah, okay.

An e-mail from Val and Charlie's
insurance company.

Charlie's life policy
was increased 10 days ago.

Sole beneficiary --
wife, Valerie Baxter.

We note that you increased
Charlie's life cover --

doubled it to half a million --
just over a week before he died.

I did.
It was a five-yearly review.

I know the timing looks bad,

but it was just a coincidence,
I swear.

And when exactly
did you hear from the bank

about the size of the mortgage
on this place?

Before or after you increased
the life insurance?

Before.

Right, so increasing
the life insurance

wasn't entirely coincidental.

No.

I called them.
Can you blame me?

The point is,
you doubled the cover

on your husband's life insurance
just days before he was killed.

That was coincidental,
I swear!

Oh, you'll have to.

If there's this half mill
in the pipeline,

why were you so anxious about
selling Charlie's Cadillac?

Because I very quickly realized
after he died

that half a million
wasn't nearly enough.

You know what I would have done
if I'd known?

I'd have put it up
to two million

and killed the bastard myself!

I'm sorry, babe.

Sorry doesn't do it.

It didn't work out exactly
as I thought it would, but --

Carly...

I don't blame you.

You did what you did

to try and get out of
a toxic relationship, and...

...I get that.

But I'm not the answer.

You've got Greg out the picture
for a while, and...

...you should take advantage
of that.

Go see your family.
Let them help.

I'm still your friend, okay?

Okay.

Olson says
that after the altercation

out on Boundary Road,

Charlie drove him back
to the Baxter & Balance garage.

It's not too late
to get a Ford.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Olson drives home.

And Charlie
works on the Eldorado.

Next morning, Charlie is found
dead beside his Eldorado,

halfway between the garage
and his home.

Yet when I showed up here
that morning

to give Val the bad news,

his ute is sitting
in the driveway -- there.

How did Charlie's ute
get home that night?

Either Charlie drove it
or you drove it.

Either way, you're not
telling us the truth, Val.

He did come home.

Those bloody hot-rodders
spoil it for everyone!

He wanted me to drive him
back to the garage

because he still had
more work to do on the car.

He said he'd bring it home
when he'd finished

so he could go straight
to the beach hop in the Eldorado

in the morning.

This was about half past 10:00,
quarter to 11:00.

He never came back to the house
that night in the Eldorado?

No.

It wasn't the first time
he'd promised to come home

and not shown up.

After you dropped him at the
garage, you came straight home?

And you never left
the house again that evening?

No.

Why do you think
I never mentioned it?

I was the last one
to see him alive.

I knew that and the insurance
would make me a suspect.

Plus lying to the police.

That doesn't help.

No one's touched this since
Charlie parked it here?

No. I ran him back to the garage
in my car.

Key?

No idea where.

Sonny Smith.

I swear I've never seen
any of this stuff before.

What the hell
was Charlie up to?

I'd say he was up to no good...

...if the shoe fits,
and I suspect it will...

...on Sonny's foot.

Tai verified
that these belong to Sonny,

and they fitted
his feet perfectly.

They're not the only things
that fit.

From something blunt.

It's not consistent
with the impact from the fall.

That'll have traces
of Sonny's blood and hair.

Tai also said Sonny took a call
earlier in the evening

before going out.

- She was telling the truth.
- Trace it.

The jerrican
will need to be tested too.

I'm picking it will have
Sonny's prints on it

as well as Charlie's.

Sonny was sent to
the Baxter & Balance garage

not to steal
the 1969 Cadillac Eldorado

but to burn the garage down.

Why?
Insurance, we can only assume.

But Charlie was working late.

Charlie heard
or saw something

and sprang Sonny
about to commit arson.

Charlie whacks him.

Charlie needs to
make it look like an accident.

He's got too much to hide.

So he gets the ladder
from the garage

and drops Sonny
through the skylight...

...to make it look like
the burglary had gone wrong.

Which is why there's only one
set of footprints on the roof.

And a burglar's not gonna care
about keeping to the nail lines.

But Charlie did care about
those prints up there.

And he saw a great way
to tie those to Sonny.

So it's clear
that Charlie killed Sonny.

But who killed Charlie?

Was it revenge for Sonny?

Whoever ordered Sonny
to torch the garage

would have been angry
that Charlie screwed the plan.

We'll only know that

when we find out
who sent Sonny on his mission.

It's got to be an inside job.
Keith Balance or Val.

Maybe.

And where is Frodo
in all of this?

Where's the boss?

Hey! You can't just
barge in there.

Frodo!
Get in here now!

Stand back!

- He's alive.
- Right.

Stay with him until he's up to
talking about the secrets

he was so keen
on taking to the grave.

Too many loose ends
around you, Frodo.

Brand-new boots the day after

the burglar was found dead
in the garage

wearing the same brand
and size.

Charlie flicked me those.

What am I supposed to do?

Turn them down
so I can fork out for my own?

How much did you fork out
for that car?

It'd be worth
about 30 or 40K.

And how does an apprentice
mechanic get that sort of cash?

It's not actually mine.

Meaning?

It's the company's.

Which company's?

Charlie and Keith jacked it up
for me, so I assume it was them.

We'll check
who it's registered to.

I'm allowed to drive it
as if it's mine.

- Generous bosses.
- Nothing wrong with that.

What was the quid pro quo?

What -- What?

What did you have to do
in return?

Nothing!

Not much.

Drive it over
to Olson's yard for a valet.

- How often?
- Once a week, regular.

Well, couldn't you
just clean it yourself?

I wasn't to touch it.
That was the deal.

Once a week?
Isn't that a bit excessive?

Maybe.
I wasn't gonna argue, was I?

I get free use
of a mint Mustang,

and I don't even
have to clean it.

How choice is that?

And I won the Piston Trophy
at the beach hop.

Yep, Kimberley and Toni
were very impressed.

Yeah.
Yeah, they were.

Uh, do you mind
not telling Kimberley?

She -- She doesn't need to know
it's not my car, right?

Don't get it.

Frodo appears to be a pawn
in a very strange game.

He's not up to this.
I'm sorry.

Just one question.
Okay?

You had a stream of black cash.

Huge.
Where did it come from?

Take a look at the ute
on the hoist.

I've seen it.

Do your job.

Take a real look.

Bingo.

Pseudoephedrine,
precursor to P.

They came in through the utes.

The Asian ones.

We had it made.

How did you launder the money?

All Charlie had to do
was go into the casino,

buy some chips,
not bet them all,

get a good proportion
cashed up,

and we'd be home free
with clean money.

But Charlie got a taste for the
gaming tables and couldn't stop.

So you two put Sonny Smith up
to torch the garage

for the fire-insurance money.

Fat use that'd be.

The mortgagee would collect,
not me or Charlie.

So who's the mortgagee?

Who's standing
behind those companies?

Taurus Incorporated
and Edsel Incorporated.

Who did you deliver
the bags to?

They went back
where they came from.

- Well, where did they come from?
- That's enough.

- How far back down the line?
- Please!

I'm asking you to leave.

Kristin.

Sonny's mobile is prepay,
predictably.

Untraceable.

I think we know whose phone
that'll turn out to be.

Oh, and Frodo's Mustang

is registered to one of
those companies -- Edsel Inc.

Thanks.

Edsel Inc. owns the Mustang.

Oh!
How did I miss that?

What?

Taurus and Edsel,

the companies that hold the
mortgage on Baxter & Balance.

It has to be -- Ford!

Ford what?
Ford who?

Taurus and Edsel
are the model names

of the least successful
Ford cars ever made.

The mystery shareholder
has to be Olson Siola,

the biggest Ford freak in town.

So Frodo was the unwitting mule,

driving his precious Mustang
back and forth to Olson

for a valet.

If it was ever stopped, Frodo
would have to take the fall.

Yeah.

Nice work.

Mr. Siola!

A word, please.

What's he doing?

Olson, you idiot!
Pull over!

Can I help you, Officer?

Yes, you can accompanying us
down to the station.

I must admit it's a lovely
evening for a cruise,

but why would
I want to do that?

To help us with our inquiries.

Need help, do you?

From you, yes.

And what if
I find that inconvenient?

We could arrest you
if that would help.

On what grounds?

Failure to stop, for starters.

Were you pursuing me?

If I'd known you were gonna get
all O.J. Simpson about it,

I would have driven
my white Bronco.

It's your choice, Olson.

Can I bring a friend?

Miranda Temple.
My lawyer.

Please do.

Charlie Baxter
had become a loose cannon

who was jeopardizing
your lucrative scheme.

- A lucrative scheme?
- Olson. Please.

Ms. Temple cautioned
her client to say nothing.

I certainly did not.

By gesture.

Burning the garage

was a way
to put Charlie out of business

and to cash up at the same time

by collecting
the fire insurance.

Charlie caught Sonny in the act
and killed him.

Hence plan B for ending
your partnership with Charlie.

You knew Charlie's plans
to cut and polish the Eldorado

and exactly how long
that would take.

And you knew
he'd then drive it home.

You parked the T-Bird

where you knew Charlie
would see it on his way home.

You knew he'd pull over.

It's coming.

As much as my client and I
enjoy a good story,

we're still unaware
of what lucrative scheme

you're referring to.

These were found
in the last ute

that your client imported.

The one Keith Balance
rendered unsalable

due to carbon monoxide toxicity?

Keith dobbed your client in.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

Although my client is unaware

of what he and Charlie Baxter
were up to,

clearly the stress has taken

a terrible psychological toll
on the man,

and he's trying to
deflect culpability.

Keith will be ready and able
to testify.

Which is more than can
be said for Charlie Baxter.

What, is that it?

One psychologically unstable
witness

who's clearly implicated
in some sort of drug importation

and will lie
to save his own skin?

If that is it, Detective,

my client and I
will take our leave.

Damn.

Then there's Frodo.

Frodo?

As in Bilbo Baggins' nephew?

Frodo, aka Frankie Oades.

The apprentice
at Baxter & Balance.

What does he have to do
with my client?

He made deliveries
directly to your client weekly

in the borrowed Mustang,

still registered
in Olson's company's name.

Frodo knows nothing.

Olson.
You're not required to speak.

Hobbits driving Mustangs?

Until you can give us something

less fictional to go on,
Detective,

we'll bid you good night.

I tried to tell you.

Never trust a clown.

The murderer of a murderer.
Should we even care?

And I hate to say it,

but it seems
you've dropped Frodo in it.

We better try and warn him.

Poor Frodo.

At the mercy
of that crazy clown

and not likely to die laughing.

Straight to voice mail.
What do we do?

Frodo, my friend.

I go out of my way to help you,

give you a Mustang to play with,

and you repay me
by talking to the cops?!

You weren't supposed to
know about

the P-import side
of the business,

but as with most things,
Charlie and Keith were loose!

Unfortunately, my friend,

you're gonna have to pay
for their mistakes

with another little accident,
just as Charlie had to.

These workplaces
can be so unsafe.

Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon!

Quite a performance, Olson.

Drug imports, Charlie's murder,
all on tape.

And attempted murder on camera.

Olson Siola,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Charlie Baxter.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- You okay?
- Never better.

That was so awesome!

Thanks for helping out.

No, like I said, that was
totally wicked. Anytime.

Well, let's hope
there isn't another time.

Take care, Frodo.

Hey, um, since he's nicked,
will I lose the car?

Proceeds of a crime.

I'd make the most of it.

Hey, um, want to take it
for a spin, then?

Hell yeah.
As long as I can drive.

Hard out.

Petrolhead within!
It's a beautiful thing!

Yee-haw!

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
April 2017

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