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I don't feel like someone involved, to be honest.

More a professional looking on, trying to piece things together.

I know I'm probably in shock, but that's how we cope, isn't it?

How we keep functioning.

And I need to talk while I still remember so...

..ask away.

Apologies if I seem disconnected.

I understand.

Thank you so much for coming in. We would have come to you.

No, it feels more appropriate in here.

You're not staying at the house at the moment?

No, we've been offered a friend's place.

Jane, we'd like you to look at some footage. Is that alright?

Sure.

Gunman's car was abandoned five blocks away

where they swapped to another one, also stolen.

Second car was torched. Found here.

Sounds like a professional hit. That's what it's sounding like.

We'd like you to identify some faces from the memorial service.

Uh, Serena. She's a student of mine.

And the man beside her?

Boyfriend, I think. A bikie?

She's doing a PhD on outlaw gangs and got a little lost in the research.

I hardly think she's a suspect.

Who's this woman there? No idea.

She seems more upset than anyone.

Well, maybe she's one of Ben's fans.

She keeps looking at Zoe.

Well, wasn't there a register? Didn't everyone have to sign in?

Yeah, that's the problem. She's not on it.

Thanks, we can take it from here.

Commander Saracen insisted we accompany you.

Just so you're aware, Zoe's protection officers

will arrive in the morning.

Uh, I'd keep the lights down at night if I were you.

Thanks for your help.

We'll be outside the door tonight, OK?

Whose place is this?

Uh, the Fergusons'. They're overseas so we can have it as long as we like.

Jesus, how'd they get this up here?

You could use it to rehearse.

No, it's fine. We, uh... We rehearse at uni.

Your bedroom's upstairs.

It's like a prison, with better views.

It'll be good to feel safe, Zo.

How long's this gonna go on for?

I don't know. Until they find him.

Just feels like a nightmare.

I can't believe that it's real.

I feel like I've done something, like it's my fault.

Please don't say that.

I didn't get to say goodbye to him.

Hey, Professor!

It's alright, she's a student of mine.

What'd you tell the cops about my boyfriend?

What? Nothing.

Can you give us a minute, please?

They wanted to know his movements. And mine.

Are we suspects now?

I didn't tell them anything.

Do you think we're involved in what happened?

Of course not. So why all the questions?

They talk to everyone, Serena.

You've never liked my subject, have you?

I've worried that you've been getting too close.

My personal life is none of your business.

It's got nothing to do with your personal life.

I just think you need to defer and regroup.

No. No, no. I'm done.

I'm sorry about your loss, I really am.

But I don't want to work with you anymore.

Well, I don't give a shit.

And I don't need your sympathy.

I need you to get your head out of your arse

and stop blaming everyone else for your shortcomings.

You're a smart woman, Serena. Start acting like one.

Hey. OK, OK, licence mate? I work here, I'm a friend.

Yeah, right.

Jane.

You might have told me you'd cancelled my lecture.

You shouldn't be here.

I'm alright. You need to take some leave.

Thanks for the offer, but I've got students.

It's not an offer.

I know you're thinking if you don't keep going, you'll fall apart...

Wouldn't work for everyone.

..but I'm responsible for your welfare.

Then don't take this away.

I appreciate your concern.

Unless I'm not doing my job...

Isn't denial the first stage of grief?

Oh, Jesus.

When you're sitting next to your partner

with his blood and brains all over your face,

I think you skip denial and go straight to acceptance.

If I was your patient and I gave you an answer like that,

what would you do?

I'd be concerned.

I'd be watchful, but most of all, I'd just listen.

I'm sorry.

I've made my decision. Go home.

Take some leave.

Then we can sit down and talk about the future.

Sir, I think I've got something on Inspector Azzopardi.

I've been going through his personal computer and come up with these.

Some fairly serious threats.

That's from a pro-gun group he was investigating.

Basically, it's a warning that if he tries to take away their guns,

their guns might have something to say.

Sounds like they're home.

Here we go.

Good morning.

Anton Paul Bungert, yes?

You're trespassing. No, we're not.

What's all this about? Routine check on your arsenal.

Gun collection. How many registered weapons?

I don't know. You tell me.

39, according to the register.

It's close enough. 42.

When's enough, enough?

I'll let you know, mate. Alright.

Well, we're going to take a little squiz at your workshop.

Why? Oh, let's call it curiosity.

Well, your warrant doesn't cover that.

Yeah, it does.

Check those lockers for weapons.

Seize anything that's not on the register.

So, what are you trying to do here? This is a 3D printer.

Add the right program and you can turn this into anything you want.

It's not illegal to own one.

But manufacturing guns without a licence is.

You can't print a gun on that, mate.

Why was this removed from the rifle?

To clean it. Not to make copies?

No, you'd need the right program to do that.

But if you had one. Well, that'd be illegal.

Reproduce one of these, the part with the serial number

and you can buy all the other parts online.

Stock, barrels, scope, grip, magazine...

But I don't have the program. Without that I can't do anything.

Well let's see.

Seize his guns, seize all of this, bring him in.

You probably need a lawyer. I know my rights.

You've been making threats. To who?

Inspector George Azzopardi, recently deceased.

No, I haven't.

Do you recognise these emails?

Nope.

Well, they've been linked to your computer.

Well, that's either bullshit or I've been hacked.

By who, the Russians or the Chinese?

You like the manufacture of guns. Yes, I do.

Right, and you're not worried that they might fall into criminal hands?

Well, that's a trade-off, isn't it? It's part of the price of freedom.

This is not about freedom. This is not about politics.

This is about you impinging on the civil liberties of others.

Oh, that's rich. Hearing about civil liberties from a cop.

I think you're in the wrong country.

I suspect you're talking about the United States,

who we follow in everything else. Yes.

Yeah. Well, would you say that to Donald Trump.

I bet you thought that was impossible.

Charge him.

Anton Bungert, you're under arrest

for using a carriage service to send threats and menaces

and offences under the Firearms Act.

Take a seat, Zoe. How're you doing?

I'll let you know once the sedatives wear off.

There's some people who attended the memorial service

we're trying to identify.

Jane's been able to help us with most of them,

but there's still one or two.

This woman in particular.

No-one seems to know who she is.

No. OK.

She-she seems pretty upset.

Yeah, well, she wasn't the only one.

Sorry, do I have to watch this? No, we don't...

..we don't have to do it now.

Do you get on well with Jane? I'm sorry?

Oh, well, you know what they say about stepmothers.

I never thought of her as a stepmother. She was...

She was more like a big sister.

Did Jane ever talk to you about the letter?

What? The retribution letter.

I'm sorry, I don't...

Uh, Jane received a letter while you and your dad were at the festival.

A kind of a warning.

What-what do... Sorry, I don't know what you mean.

What do you mean, a warning? What-what letter?

What, are you saying that someone knew this was going to happen?

Thanks so much for coming in. What's happened?

Zoe's refusing to leave until she sees the letter.

She never knew about the letter.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have said anything.

No, it's not your fault.

Oh, shit.

Is that it? Yeah.

I didn't want you to know.

Why not?

Because I didn't take it seriously.

I thought it was a crank.

Did Dad know about the letter?

Yes.

And the police?

That's why they were watching the house.

Until I insisted they leave.

Is that it?

How is this a letter from a crank?

Because it's what I had to believe.

Zoe... Don't touch me.

talking

these cameras flashing

castle

I'm joining the taskforce.

You don't have the luxury of turning me down.

Ben didn't have an enemy in the world.

He wasn't the one who was targeted.

You need me more than I need you, Tom.

As long as you take it day by day and see how it goes.

Tom, we think we found the sniper's nest, from the first shooting.

Alright, Professor Halifax, you're on the team. Let's go.

What's wrong with the elevator?

Apparently, it hasn't worked for years.

You're alright? It's just an old football injury.

From Aussie Rules? Rugby Union.

It was a promising prop of queens I never produced.

He did a great job of keeping it clean.

Think he used a plastic sheet.

No residue marks on the wall.

No casings. There's almost no traces at all, except for that.

What is it?

It's part of a bore snake. The kind you use to clean a rifle.

So how did we find out it was here?

Someone tipped off Crimestoppers on a burner,

so we couldn't trace the call.

What are you thinking?

It feels like this was a trial run.

Or maybe only planned the one shooting

and got encouraged by the result.

He's meticulous. Prides himself on his cleverness,

and he likes what he's done to the city.

He left that clue intentionally.

He's playing us.

What happened to Ben doesn't fit with any of this.

Ben didn't receive the threatening note.

Maybe this is all connected to you.

We have to keep our minds open to the idea

the shooter could be someone from your past.

So we've been taking a look at some of your earlier cases.

There's quite a few nasties in there.

Yeah, just a few.

We focused on the more violent offenders.

Anyone with an axe to grind who's recently been released.

Who's that? That's Harold David Ryan.

Former senior sergeant with Major Crimes.

Heavily involved with the criminal world.

Sentenced 20 years for murder, menacing witnesses

and taking bribes.

I assessed him for the Police Integrity Unit.

He developed a bit of an obsession.

Released a year ago. He's living just out of town.

Well, him, I wanna see.

Oh...

..three cops to enforce the fishing regulations.

You do have a lot of time on your hands.

Commander Saracen.

Man, I don't need to know who you are.

It's a nice place to retire.

Got a boat, local pub, no intruders. That's all a man needs.

So you're keeping well?

No, I've got cancer, if it's any business of yours, which it isn't.

Why don't you get to the point?

We're investigating people with connections to Jane Halifax.

There's a little firecracker for you.

Back on the market, I hear.

And tell that one to stop sticking her nose in other people's business.

You got the paperwork for this or what?

Do you think we need to?

I've got nothing to hide.

Well, do you own a gun?

Yeah.

Hunting rifle, according to the register.

Hasn't been fired for years. Kept in a secure place?

Yep. Under the bed in a gun locker with 10,000 Krugerrands

and a bit of Halifax's hair.

OK, we'll start the paperwork. Look around, will you?

I don't want you coming back.

Grab a shot of his handwriting.

So, where were you on the night of Ben Sailor's murder?

Do-do you seriously think that I killed her old man?

I mean, you think I'm the shooter? Jesus Christ.

Scraping the bottom of the barrel, aren't you?

Have a look at this.

What do you use the drone for?

To check the weather.

Look at the shells of fish.

Peeping in the widow's bathroom window.

So you won't mind if we check it out then?

Knock yourself out.

Well, well.

Hello, Harry. You're looking good.

Sorry to hear about your old man. Must have been a bit of a shock.

Well, maybe they were after me.

I didn't do it, you know, if that's what you're asking.

I haven't given you a thought in 20 years.

Course, there was a time

when I could hardly think about anything else, but...

..well, that was a waste of time.

You seem to have worked things out.

I'm scared of dying, Jane.

I've gotta find distractions.

What do you mean 'distractions'?

Ah. I just go fishing. You ought to come and try it one day.

Well, I've got fish to clean.

People to kill in Melbourne.

You might as well bugger off.

Don't forget to bring my drone back.

What have you got? Ben Sailor's phone.

His second phone.

And?

Shit.

I don't think he's the shooter, Tom.

He might have had some kind of fixation on me,

but it's not going to be served by killing people.

I know - he's just another jerk dead end.

Listen, Tom, my protection's driving me crazy.

I've got a secure apartment.

You send someone to pick me up and drop me off. Isn't that enough?

I just need some room to breathe.

OK. I'll think about it.

Thanks.

Jane?

Hi. Um...

..do you...

Do you know if Ben was seeing someone?

What?

Do you know if he was having an affair?

Why are you asking? It could be relevant. Was he?

Well, no, not that I'm aware of. OK.

How do you know?

Um, we found an additional phone of his.

There's some messages on there from somebody named 'M'.

Does that ring any bells? Well, no, but that could be anyone.

Doesn't mean he was having an affair.

Some of the messages are sexually explicit.

You don't have to sit in the dark, Zoe.

Did you know your father was having an affair?

Jesus, what sort of question's that?

I'm not interested in making judgments.

Might be important, that's all.

I loved him, Zoe. I still do.

If you loved him, then why don't you cry?

I'm broken.

Just like you.

Yes, I knew.

If you can call having an affair with my mother having an affair.

Your mother?

I mean, we all thought that she was dead, didn't we?

On the other side of the world, a massive breakdown,

or however that story went.

When did you find out?

That charity thing.

I wasn't gonna go but then I changed my mind.

Finding your mother's a good thing.

Not the way that it happened.

You OK?

Yeah.

Uni's given me some leave, so...

What are you going to do?

I'll help the police as much as I can.

I'm wrecked. I need to go to sleep.

'Night.

Goodnight.

State Premier has called an emergency sitting in parliament...

..government's possible mishandling of the police investigation..

..to step down from her position...

..as police minister.

I just thought I should let you know in case it comes up.

Thank you, Mila.

Commander.

Got a moment? Of course, Premier, come in.

Hey. I can do with some lunch.

You wanna come? Sure.

Here you go.

Mila filled me in about Ben.

I'm sorry.

So how's your family? You've got two boys, haven't you?

14 and 11.

They're not here right now. They're back in the States with their mum.

Everything OK? Mm. Family reunion.

So, the Premier is cranking up the pressure.

Apparently she read something online about serial killers.

And she's made a point of telling me that we've probably already

interviewed the guy and we just don't know it.

Everyone's an expert.

I've backed off your protection.

Backed off or cancelled?

I don't want to add you to the body count.

Look, you won't even see my guys.

But they'll be there.

You have a good evening. Thanks, Tom.

Be safe.

Nothing illegal I hope.

Shit. Absolutely not.

Then you won't mind if I take a look.

I'm Chris. Just doing my job.

Me too.

How is this news?

Oh, it's not going to be seen or published, so...

So what are you after?

Something to sell to the 'Rock' magazines.

Why were you spying on her house?

Well, I wouldn't call it spying.

Well, the law does.

Were you there before or after the day her partner was murdered?

Look, I didn't get the money shot, if that's what you're asking.

Now that would have been a scoop.

Wanna bet?

Oh, my god. Spare me the outrage.

It would have been better for you if I had.

You know what would be better for me?

If you hadn't been wasting my time.

Charged with stalking, intimidation and conspiracy to commit

an indictable offence. What?

Add blackmail, harassment and hindering a police investigation.

You see, that's what makes me feel better.

I figure if I give you caffeine, you'll tell me everything.

Thanks.

In many ways, we had separate lives.

He'd run his business, I'd go to uni.

Seemed to work most of the time. Except he had a secret life.

Obviously.

It seems irrelevant now, but they never divorced.

According to Ben, he never knew where she was. Just another bloody lie.

You know, you live with someone for 15 years,

you'd like to think you know them.

Clearly, I didn't.

Bronski.

OK, we're on our way.

That was Zoe's protection cops. She's at your house, with someone.

You can't come in. This is my home, too, Zoe.

You're here with your mother?

She doesn't want to talk to you, Jane.

Well, in that case, tell her she's going to have to talk to me.

I'm Jane.

Amanda. Or 'Mandy'. Ahh, there's no ashtray.

Zoe, could you give us some privacy, please?

Yeah, of course. Um...

Thanks, babe.

Well, not the ideal way to meet. What are you doing in my house?

Uh, we wanted to get some of Zoe's stuff.

The guitars don't belong to Zoe.

Have you been here before? No, no, of course not.

You're prettier than your photos.

Sorry?

Oh, at least in the ones, um, that Ben sent me.

Zoe was the focus but you were kind of background interest.

How long was Ben sending you photos?

Oh, I don't know. Um, seven years?

Really? What, you don't believe me?

So, at last, Zoe can meet her mother.

Yeah, it hasn't been easy, with all this mess on top of everything.

Mess?Well, Ben dying the way he did.

Do you have idea who did that?

No. Do you?

How long were you seeing Ben?

Oh, we used to hook up whenever he was overseas.

I lived in Greece and Spain, California.

Just the usual fucked-up existence of someone who can't settle.

And when did you meet Zoe? Here, in Melbourne.

Yeah, at a charity thing. Right. Did you intend to meet her?

No! No, no, no, I didn't intend to meet her that way.

Like everything in my life, it wasn't planned.

Well, it must have been difficult when Zoe was born,

not being able to bond.

I took a lot of comfort from you and Ben being together.

You gave her a semblance of normality

that I could never give her.

Never. Right.

You know it didn't have to be like this, Mandy.

Well, don't blame me. I didn't plan on meeting her like this.

Oh, it was Ben's idea?

He had a habit of getting his way.

Could you not smoke in my house, please?

Mm-hm.

Why do the police want to see me?

It's what they do. They talk to everyone.

Why, is it a problem?

Well, I just wouldn't mind some space.

To mourn, I mean. I'm still in fucking denial.

The sooner they find out who did this,

it'll be better for both of us.

I don't know how you are dealing with this.

It's horrific for me, but phoof...

But here's the thing. Um, I'm broke.

I don't suppose you could help me out?

Not your usual watering hole?

I don't have a usual watering hole.

This one's for desperados and the unemployed.

What are you drinking?

One of those would be fine.

Excuse me, can I get two more, please?

Glad you phoned me.

I need to unload, and you're trained to listen, so...

I won't ask how you're doing.

Ben was having an affair.

How do you know?

Well, cops, you see, they find out everything.

Who was it with? Well, that's the big surprise.

None other than his one true love - his first wife, Zoe's mother.

I thought she disappeared.

So did I.

So did everyone.

It's magic.

Oh, Jane...

I'm sorry. Oh, don't be.

How many of these have you had?

Ahh, I cannot lie. I have no idea.

Let me take you home.

Nick, you're a married man.

And so is he over there. You see the ring?

Fucking arsehole.

Why are men so predictable?

I don't know about the affair,

but I do know that Ben really loved you.

Oh, please.

You only had to be with him to see that.

The affair that he had with his first wife wasn't that.

I asked you here as a friend, don't make me regret it.

I'm barely hanging on.

I know.

Shall we go? Yep.

If I stumble, it's these bloody boots, alright?

Hi, Jane. I think it's great you have somewhere to live,

but I'm not ready to do that yet.

I'll stay with Turd and use my police goons for transport.

We've worked out a way to coexist.

And I need to spend more time with my mother,

which is a really weird word to write.

It's what I thought I had with you, though I only ever called you Jane.

Lose a dad, gain a mum.

Love and kisses, Zo.