All language subtitles for White Collar Blue Series 1 Episodes 04

Unlike you and Dad, we kept our promises.

Unlike you, we love each other.

A happy marriage is an assault to you,
isn't it?

You're in trouble, aren't you, mate?

What are you, mate?

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

But we had a good marriage.

The sex was great and we laughed a lot.

I trusted him.

Why don't you go home?

Too many ghosts.

Go home.

Harriet, come in.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I just can't stay there.

You're all right?

Fran?

It's all right, it's Harriet.

Hi, Catherine.

I'll make you up a bed in the spare room.

No, no, no. It's okay.

Well, we'll talk.

Just talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Sure.

What?

A bridge nearby?

Did she jump?

I don't know.

What time did you-

Young bloke found the body.

It's caught up in the causeway.

It's female.

Been dead about 15 hours.

Looks like she's copped a blow to the back
of the skull.

Won't be able to tell until we get her out
of here, though.

Any sign of sexual assault?

She's still clothed.

Dressing still intact. No shoes though.

Top spot.

I can't say I saw anything unusual.

No one hanging around, behaving
suspiciously?

No.

Mind you, there are plenty of weirdos
around these parts.

Oyster farmers.

I reckon they're inbred, most of them.

Right, well, we're going to need a list of
all the people you've hired boats to over

the last 48 hours.

Yeah, sure, sure.

But I can tell you here and now, none of
them was women.

Because, I mean, well, they're not into
fishing as a general rule.

Do you want that list now?

If you don't mind.

No, I don't mind.

Women fish.

This one does anyway.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I used to catch Taylor off the rocks with
my dad.

Should come out in the tinny with me and
Dave.

We're going prawning this weekend.

This weekend?

Saturday night.

Catch a couple of kilos, get back to my
joint, throw them in a pot.

No, I can't this weekend.

Here we go.

It's what, number five?

I've found hundreds of them in there.

Notice the toe ring?

Lesbian?

She may have been.

She may simply have liked toe rings.

Just cam, it's a possibility.

Oh, I thought you were stereotyping.

No sign of struggle on the banks or in the

bush nearby.

Must have floated down the river from up
there somewhere.

I've got officers to check local car parks
for abandoned vehicles.

If you'd like to wait in here, one of the
detectives will be.

Yeah, it's W90642AS Marillius.

Marilla Spina?

The bloke over here, his wife's gone
missing.

She's 33, 175 centimetres tall, blonde
hair.

You take that, Mr. T?

Yeah.

What a beautiful looking girl, wasn't
that?

There is no way she would disappear like
this unless she was in trouble.

Did she tell you what she had planned for
the day?

She mentioned something about grocery
shopping,

but she would have told me if she couldn't
pick up the kids.

Sarah is absolutely dedicated to these
children.

Nothing, nobody is more important to her.

It just doesn't make sense.

It could be her.

She went missing around the same time the
deceased was killed

and she fits the description.

Early 30s, 175 centimetres tall, blonde
hair.

The deceased's hair was brown.

Well, he said sort of a brownie blonde.

Any scars?

This body's got a scar on the upper left
arm.

I'm not sure. I'll check with Theo.

So did you manage to get that key cut yet?

I'll do it the south of the moon.

You know there's a locksmith two blocks
away.

Got a match on those prints.

Megan Palmer, her fingerprints were on
file.

Oh, it's chargeable.

Oh, possession of Indian Hemper
University.

She was acquitted.

Hey, Nicole, don't bother.

Got a match.

Who was she?

She was a teacher at the local primary
school.

I never heard her have a crossword with
anyone.

She was a lot of fun, a little outrageous
at times,

didn't care what anyone thought,

but not a nasty bone in her body.

Did she have a partner?

No, not really.

You don't sound sure.

I'm sure she didn't.

A lover?

I don't want anything getting out

that's going to affect the reputation of
this school.

But you would agree our first priority

is to find out who did this to Megan.

She had a close association with Rick
Calliope, a Year 5 teacher, so I'm told.

Pass the ball. Come on. Move it along.

Madison, where... Stop. Come on.

When was the last time that you saw Megan?

Yesterday morning.

Where?

In the staff room. I didn't see her after
that because we had sport.

Did you ever socialise with her outside of
school hours?

Sometimes. I can't believe what you're
telling me.

You were pretty close to it, eh?

We had a casual thing between us, yes.

Meaning that you were sleeping together?

We had, yes.

How often?

Three, maybe four times.

How about your wife?

We had, I suppose you call it, an
understanding.

What sort of an understanding is that?

That it's okay to see others on the side.

So how did she feel about this
arrangement?

Exactly how understanding was she?

She was fine about it. Otherwise, we
couldn't call an understanding, could we?

So you were teaching on Tuesday, coaching
for 3.30. What time did you get home?

4.30.

What is this? Am I a suspect?

Anyone who knew and socialised with Megan
Palmer is a suspect.

And you've got a hell of a lot of
suspects. She was a pretty out there kind

of person.

Meaning what?

Meaning she hung out with some pretty
open-minded people.

And are you part of this group of
open-minded people?

Not really, no.

So what do you know about them?

Not much.

Come on, Rick. Just between us.

What are they into? Partner swapping, that
sort of thing.

Apparently.

Swingers.

You'd have thought the local primary
school would be such a hotbed of sexual

activity.

Well, I know. The amount of suspects has
just increased from a handful to a bucket

load.

Simple. We just have to interview every
man and his dog.

His dog's wife and anyone who had anything
to do with Megan Palmer.

It's a lifestyle choice.

It's called ethical non-monogamy.

Which is?

Having the choice to be sexually involved
with more than one person, openly.

And this group that Rick's Hosey knows
very little about?

They're into the same sort of thing?

It's a loose association of people, that's
all.

Is that all of them?

Like Rita said, it's not an organised
group.

Some of us might end up at the same dinner
party occasionally, but that's it.

Yeah, like, how do you decide who sleeps
with who?

Do you pull a name out of the hat or do
you spin the bottle?

We're not some sort of weird sect or cult.

We just don happen to fit into the
dominant paradigm Sure But in all of this

what happens when someone gets jealous Or
angry Then that something they need to

work on How

By challenging their core beliefs.

If your partner admitted a desire to sleep
with someone else,

how would you feel?

Rita, this is not about me.

You'd be jealous, right?

Rita?

You'd be jealous because your core belief
tells you

that if your partner really loved you,

he wouldn't want to have sex with anyone
else.

You equate the amount of love he has for
you

with his desire for another partner,

which is as absurd as saying that a couple
wanting to have a second child

suddenly love their first child less.

1970s intellectual crap.

I'm sorry, but we're trying to solve a
murder here.

And you're trying to justify why you need
to carry on like a bunch of dogs on heat.

I think you're going to have to excuse me.

Come on, you can't tell me they're not
feeling it when their partner's upstairs,

sleeping with their best friend.

Maybe they're too busy doing it with their
next door neighbour to notice.

I find it's easier to leave personal
feelings out of the interview room.

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anyway, does
it? She wasn't going to give us anything

anymore.

Oh, except maybe the rules to Naked
Twister.

I don't know which particular raw nerve
she's sitting on hardest, but do me a

favour will you?

Pull your head in.

Hey, check this out.

Phil, rendezvous for a night of luscious
lingering lust, 9pm Friday the 10th.

The solicitor is into raw meat and meeting
in the raw.

All butchers qualify.

Also, the banker is keen to meet again
with a blonde doctor in the form of your

wife, three's company.

Are you serious?

Phil Braxton.

That's the name of the butcher my mother
uses.

And he's married to a doctor.

It could be him.

I never look at my steak the same way
again.

Hey, what about the weekend after next?

Fishing.

Um, I've got something on then too.

What?

Well, let's see.

There's parasailing at 4.30,

followed by cocktails at the Bank Hotel,

then nightclubbing and breakfast next
morning at Blondheim Beach.

Don't give me that shit.

Hello?

Sure, is he running a tent?

Oh, I'll see you soon.

Are you okay to come up for me? I've got
to split.

Sure.

No worries.

Won't kill him to wait, you know.

Who?

Whatever it is you're always racing out
for.

I can see where you're getting at with the
philosophy side of things, Rita, but...

I'm a pretty basic kind of a guy, see?

I'm more of your bread-and-butter type
man.

I'm more interested in the details,
like...

How do you get to be a member of this
club?

Who gets to sleep with who?

Who likes it on top?

Who likes to be tied up?

Who gets to wear the chicken suit?

You know what I think you are?

A voyeur.

Ah, a keyhole bandit.

See, you've got me figured out already.

I think I have.

Spend enough time around bent minds, you
start to think like one.

Now, this list.

Any names on here who you might think are
odd?

I don't mean odd as in kinky, but odd as
in dark or unstable.

I'm not sure about the ethics of handing
over that kind of information.

Let me put it this way. Rick, one of your
clubmates might have killed Megan Palmer.

How would you like to be next?

What about Bob?

Who's Bob?

He was asked to leave a dinner party we
were at a few weeks ago.

Why?

He made a play for this woman who wasn't
interested.

Then he drank too much and started abusing
her.

Which woman?

She's on there.

Kate Powell.

He was appalling.

His wife tried to step in and he hit her
across the face.

Was Megan Palmer at this dinner?

Yeah.

We were all at her place.

Bob Whiting's an accountant.

Lives in San Susie.

Knives a red jag.

Any prayers?

Two for domestic violence.

First marriage broke up because of it.

It's worth checking out.

That was good in there.

Thinking of Jordan.

She said she'd waive the membership fee.

Key?

Maybe it's your subconscious coming
through.

Maybe you don't want me to have a key to
your place.

Rubbish.

Well, how hard is it to get a key cut?

Not hard at all.

Which is why I'll get it done tomorrow.

God save me from boneheaded,
beer-swilling, misogynistic cops

who sit in the witness box and refer to me
as sir.

I've had an absolute gutful.

How was your day?

Oh, I got through it.

You'll survive this, you know.

You're stronger than you think.

Come on, I'll give you a hand with that.

Oh, these fours scratch so easily.

Oh, I picked up some things for dinner.

Oh, God, I remembered today.

Catherine and I have got theatre tickets
tonight.

Look, it's bad timing, Harriet, I know,

but we booked them months ago.

Oh, that's OK.

Oh, it's madness, you know, my life is...

It's just madness.

No time.

No red jag.

Must be swinging.

Don't know how they find the time.

It's just sex, isn't it?

It's all that other stuff, so it takes the
time.

Oh, and you don't bother with that part?

I do, if the person's worth it.

What about you?

I'm married to the job.

So am I.

So I was trying to work women out.

A mate of mine reckons there are two
types.

The ones who wear G-strings and the ones
who don't.

Really?

How does that work?

Didn't tell me.

No, he probably doesn't know.

They must be bloody uncomfortable.

What?

Cheese drinks.

No, not really. They just take some
getting used to.

Nice car.

What do you want a bloody car like that
for?

Come on.

Mr Whiting!

How'd you go with Bob Whiting?

What a tight alibi.

He's been in Melbourne all week.

Did you get any other names?

No, he wouldn't give us a thing.

OK, well, these are all suspects.

Can you please run them through the system
and see what you get?

All these people.

What do they do? Swing off chandeliers and
stuff?

They're a pretty closed bunch, actually.

We need some more information,

so Hudson wants you guys to go undercover,

a bit of a touchy-feely operation.

I want you to find out who's sleeping with
who, who's into what and who's into, you

know, just whatever.

How far do you want to go, Miss?

All the way. Whatever you have to do.

Get off it.

Just your basic interviews then, Theo.

But make sure you've got warrants.

My chamber magistrates have a nasty habit
of absenting themselves at the most

inconvenient times.

So, you're stuck with me.

Which may prove to be a fortunate turn of
events for these poor people.

I can't see a single scrap of evidence

that gives you grounds for a search
warrant on any of them.

They're all part of this group the
deceased belong to.

What group's that?

They're a friendship group.

They're into free love, sexual
experimentation, that sort of thing.

And that's grounds for you to go rifling
through their personal things and homes?

If there was a murder at the local RSL
club, would you want to search all their

members' homes as well?

A few of them have priors. There's one for
drink driving, another for tax evasion.

Neither of which have any relevance to
this crime.

And one for domestic abuse.

You people don't seem to understand that a
previous conviction cannot be used as

evidence against anyone in a court of law.

The deceased was reported to be having an
affair with at least one member of the

group at the time of her death.

Who are you people? The Morality Police?

I'm not going to give you a search warrant
for that.

Thank you.

Sorry, no warrants

What? Chris Maloney wasn't there?

So who'd we end up with? Fran Hoffman

Stuck, I care

Fran Hoffman, I thought she was pretty
fair

She's full of shit

Maybe she talked to Harriet, she's got a
pretty good rapport with her

Think I'll bow out of this one?

Anyone who's dickless has got a good
rapport with her

Fran Hoffman's Harriet's mum

You're kidding

Fran Hoffman is a magistrate in the
Central Court.

The fact that I am related to her is no
one's business but my own.

Right.

And what she says and what she does has
nothing to do with me.

Got it.

Good.

Any chance you could talk her around?

Here's the unsigned search warrant.

Fran Hoffman.

Protector of the great unwashed.

I can't be held accountable for my
mother's actions.

Fine.

If she won't give us a search warrant,

then we'll get the information from these
people some other way.

Okay?

Do you mind?

Our problem is, as police officers,

is that we're investigating a serious
crime here.

I think that you might be able to help us.

The victim was into the same sort of
sexual things as you are.

Obviously, like you, she was bisexual.

However, she wasn't into group sex.

This is harassment.

No, look, we don't want to harass you.

But if you can't be of any help,

then the next best thing for us to do is
talk to your neighbours

and see if they can be of any assistance.

Come in. You've got ten minutes.

I told you I'm under no obligation to give
you names.

As long as you're aware of your rights, Mr
Whiting, that's the main thing.

You bet I am.

I'm going to be taking this to the
Ombudsman and see what he has to say about

it.

Right Thanks for your help Whoops Have you

got them all Yeah I think so

Good.

Because when this kind of information gets
into the wrong hands,

you know, that's when rumours start.

Hey, here's a list of names we got from
Bob Whiting.

Great.

What?

What about tomorrow after work?

Oh, I can't. I've got an overdue
assignment.

So you get an extension?

I've already had one extension.

You know, you don't make it real easy for
a bloke to ask you out.

That's because I don't want to get
involved in something I'm going to regret.

Who says you're going to regret it?

Look, if there's someone else...

No, there isn't.

Come on. You know the rules. You don't get
involved with your workmates.

Yeah, but they're the ones you've got the
most in common with.

That's why we're in the same job.

We share the same hours. We sit in cars
together.

It's natural, isn't it?

It's just fishing. It's no big deal.

We sit there, throw a line in, relax.

All right.

How did Fran Hoffman handle you becoming a

cop?

By deciding that I was an exception to the
rule.

So all this is just to get up your old
lady's nose?

Oh, God, no, there are easier ways to do
that.

You get married, you have kids, and you
live in the suburbs.

Shocking.

No, no, it's appalling, isn't it?

Couldn't do it to her.

Not exactly your wrap-em-in-cotton-wool
type of a Jewish mum, then.

No.

No, she's a bit short in the chicken soup.

But I've known that.

I've always known that.

She's your mum?

Yeah.

She's my mum.

She's never going to change.

It was a perfectly reasonable request for

a warrant.

It was a blatant attempt to victimise a
group of people on the basis of their

moral beliefs.

I find it very interesting that it's the
police taking the high moral ground about

extramarital sex.

Now that's a joke if ever I heard one.

And don't take that personally, Harriet.
It wasn't meant that way.

Yeah, well, Mum, I think it's you that's
letting your own moral values cloud your

professional judgement.

You share their moral philosophy. That's
why you're not going to let us near them.

That's rubbish. Who says I share their
moral philosophy?

Well, you've hardly been one to stick to
the straight and narrow.

Much to the disappointment of my daughter,
who would have rather I stayed at home and

cooked dinner every night.

Where are you, Forksman?

I'll draw it over there.

Now, I have never said that.

Well, you didn't need to. Look, Harriet, I
did my best.

Your father left me with two children
under five when I was too young to look

after myself.

What? Why did he leave? Mum, hang on,
you're rewriting history here.

You're making out that you're the victim
here and the dad left you for Liz.

But you've told me before and he has told
me that you were bored.

That he already started seeing other
people. You wanted out.

So I ruined my marriage, I'm a shameless
embarrassment to my daughter

and I'm professionally compromised. Is
there anything else you'd like to add?

Mum, for God's sake!

Well Harriet, if your life is so damn
perfect, what are you doing here with me?

Oh, my God.

Do you think she's attractive?

Who?

Harriet.

You're not normally the jealous type.

Maybe it's just women's intuition.

She just lost her husband.

All the more reason.

Come on.

Hey, you know what they say, never trust a
cop.

And never trust a generalisation.

Hey, there is a lot more going on in that
place than people would like you to think.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

All right, take a look at Hudson.

Comes across as a happily married man.

Even he's got his bit on the side.

Hudson?

Mm-hmm.

Bullshit.

Hey, it's amazing what you learn when you
answer someone's phone.

They meet on Wednesdays before work and
Fridays after.

Who is it?

Come on.

Yep.

Yep.

Sounds like it.

Harriet?

Yep.

So much for that idea.

No.

It's a problem if you can just go with
Detective Walker.

Dad, Dad, can I come with you?

No, you stay with Nan. It won't be long,
all right?

Come on, you need to come in with your
bus.

Just go and sit down over here, kids.

What's happened if you found her?

No, we don't know yet.

Something's happened. What?

I just want to ask your son a little some
questions.

These children need to know where their
mother is.

Of course, I understand that, but if you
could just sit down, it'd be calm for you.

Your statement indicates that you last saw
Sarah on the morning that she disappeared.

That's right, yeah.

She dropped the kids at school, but she
never showed to pick them up.

Did your kids go to the local school?

No, no. St Joseph's. What is this?

How were things between you and Sarah
before she disappeared?

Fine.

No arguments, no problems.

We have a strong marriage. She loves her
kids.

Do you know a woman by the name of Megan
Palmer?

No.

She was a local school teacher.

Her body was found in the George's River
yesterday.

Yeah, it was in the paper.

We have information that indicates that
your wife knew Megan.

Sarah's name has appeared on a list of
people that regularly sent and received

emails from

the deceased. Now do you know any of these

people? One woman is dead and your wife is

missing. They knew each other so the two
things could be connected. If you want us

to find Sarah,

Sarah, we need your help.

Something has happened to her, hasn't it?

Please, if you know anything...

We've found a body, but it's not your
daughter.

Were there any problems between Marcus and
Sarah?

Don't you understand?

It wouldn't matter what was going on with
Marcus.

My daughter would not get up and leave her
kids.

She'd take them with her.

She loves them.

They're her life.

I'm going to ask you again.

Did you know the deceased Megan Palmer?

Yeah.

Did either you or your wife have sexual
relations with her?

My boss did.

I'm sorry.

We both did.

Sarah wasn't happy, okay?

She wasn't happy with things between us.

Sexually?

Yeah, she wanted something more.

So this was her idea?

But you agreed?

Yeah.

I agreed, okay?

I thought if she got it out of her system,
then we might be okay.

So what happened?

Oh, Sarah went crazy.

She got it into my head that I was on with
this woman.

Megan Palmer?

Yeah, she just... she just lost it.

She started hitting me and abusing me,
bringing up Megan.

She thought I was going to run away with
her.

I don't buy the threesome idea being hers.

I'd say that he wanted it and that she
went along with it

because she was afraid that she was going
to lose him.

And then she realises that her husband's
on with Megan,

she loses control, kills her, dumps her
body and takes off.

No?

No.

Why not?

Because her mother swears blind that she
wouldn't abandon her kids.

I think she's dead.

I think we're looking for two bodies.

Probable time of death is between 2.30 and
4.

How far would you say that a body could
drift in 15 hours?

It a high price to pay for a rump in the

bush Depends how good it was You want to

hope it was worth it wouldn you Well no

wonder you left a trail of ex behind you

One.

One ex-wife.

Maybe my mother was right.

Maybe humans aren't naturally monogamous.

Could be.

What's wrong with a little bit of
faithfulness?

with a little bit of loyalty.

Nothing.

Some people find it hard.

What was hard

was

growing up with instability.

You know, I never knew who I'd

be meeting in the kitchen every morning.

Maybe I'm just

hung up.

Maybe.

If I say yes, you'll get angry.

If I say no, you'll just call me a liar.

You've just got high ideals.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Well, you can set me up for a big fall.

Over there.

Near the rocks.

I think we've found our crime, see?

Hudson, you'd better get those divers back
out again.

I'll be there.

All right, open the boot.

The cause of death looks like
strangulation.

The autopsy report should give us a few
more clues.

Do you have any idea who might have done
this to your wife?

You know, this is just...

This is really, uh...

What am I going to tell the kids?

They're with your mother-in-law. They're
OK.

Well, they can't stay with her for much
longer.

You just have to go with some details,
wouldn't you?

OK, so on the day that Sarah went missing,

you were on a job down at Janelle.

That's right, yeah.

Now can your workmates confirm how long
you were there?

I was on my own.

So the school had been calling you for
almost an hour.

Why didn't you answer your mobile?

Well, I didn't hear it. I was working.

Didn't you say that the job was at
Janelli?

Well, maybe I didn't play the...

the messages straight away, but I played
them in the car.

At Picnic Point?

I'm a builder.

I check out building sites and...

I keep being an eye on...

jobs all over the place.

I don't always go the same way home.

Why did you agree to this treason with
your wife if you weren't into the idea?

Well, if it made her happy, I thought
it...

You know, I thought she might want to
stay.

So you had sex with another woman against
your will so your wife wouldn't leave you?

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, isn't it supposed to be a romance
fantasy to watch two women get it off

together?

It's not mine.

What are you saying?

That I'm some sort of sick pervert or
something?

Most people have sexual fantasies, Marcus.

What are yours?

This is bullshit.

Excuse me.

So the three sons, wasn't your idea?

I told you it was hers.

Sarah Bright went down.

What was it that you said before about
Megan Palmer

when you made that sweeping
generalisation.

Am I in trouble?

No.

Sarah Bridle's personal effects.

Toring.

It matches Megan's exactly.

Did they get it off together and leave you
out?

No.

Don't tell me they made you sit back and
watch

while they fixed each other.

No!

Maybe when you suggested this
experimentation to Sarah,

you didn't expect her to enjoy it so much.

Is that what happened?

I loved her.

I was just trying to spice things up.

It backfired, right?

She didn't care about those kids.

She put them, she put me, she put
everything on the line.

She lied to me.

She kept saying that I was imagining it.

But you weren't, were you, Marcus?

It's a gut feeling, isn't it?

When you know something's wrong.

and your mind's racing to all those places
that you don't want to go,

and you're trying to believe what you're
being told,

and then suddenly it hits you,

and the reality is far worse than anything
that you have ever imagined.

You know, they had blankets and wine,

and they were just lying there.

They had their hands all over each other.

She looked up.

Who, Megan?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I wouldn't have touched her, but she,
um...

She started screaming at me, and...

I hit her.

She fell backwards, and...

She went over the edge, and then Sarah was
screaming at me that I'd killed her.

She went for the car, so I grabbed her,
and then I had my hands around her throat.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I just kept going, didn't I?

Just keep going.

How'd it go?

A little times two.

Let him know what he wants.

Hey, you ready?

Sure.

Great.

Boat's booked.

Let's rock and roll.

What's that?

Champagne.

Can't go fishing without champagne.

It's French.

Yeah, what else?

I can't do this.

What?

I just can't.

What I said before, it sort of wasn't true
that there is someone else.

Right.

Okay.

See you later, then.

How'd you get in?

Well, I got tired of waiting for you to do
it, so I had my own cut.

Have you ever heard of a mobile phone that
barks?

No.

I thought we had a dog in the courtroom
today.

Bloody thing went off twice.

I hope you're hungry.

Mmm, famished.

Honestly, if this idiot hadn't have been a
key witness,

I would have thrown him out.

Mmm, it's not bad.

Needs a bit of salt.

Mum.

Oh.

How are you?

I'm good. I'm busy but I'm good.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.