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The bloke who tanked my career,

he's the same bloke who found my brother.

And now they want me to dig into the bastard.

Corruption. Misconduct maybe.

Murder.

That's you walking out of Dr Patrick Haber's office

six months before he killed his family,

then himself, up here, in front of me.

For fuck's sake, Sam, why didn't you tell me about this?

We're in the clear... for now.

Anything on the daughter?

You think she's in the water?

They're saying that Emily's body might just turn up

as the water keeps dropping.

- That's illegal tobacco. - Chop-chop.

Definitely worth killin' for.

Look at you!

Permanent fixture.

Just covering while Rick's in Melbourne

dealing with his... legal situation.

Ah, right.

Well, in terms of optics, it's a definite improvement.

I, uh, booked a room.

You're here for a week?

Yeah, I didn't fancy the three-hour round trip

from Benalla every day.

- Fair enough. Room 17. - Room 17.

Well, I guess that means I'll be, uh, seeing you around.

You will.

Rick Saunders was laundering money for Tom Gilmour.

Lynne McKenzie was moving his illicit tobacco.

Since their arrests,

both have ID'd the same two blokes who roughed them up.

KALOFs are active.

Both have links to a Shepparton-based tobacco gang.

Detective Sergeant Gilmour has been building a case

against the leader of this gang.

Michael Kaplan, goes by Mikey K.

Runs the Shepp crew.

Looks more Toorak than Shepparton.

Well, don't let the Grammar boy looks fool you.

He's a local kingpin.

When COVID nuked imports,

he filled the gap down south with local leaf.

I've hit two of his properties. No crops, no gear.

No idea where his grow sites are.

He runs short-stays across the Alpine - cash funnels.

- Where's he based? - Merrijig. Owns a vineyard.

Calls himself a winemaker.

Is he the sort to have Tom killed?

He might not do it himself,

but he certainly has a crew who will

if someone was muscling in on his territory.

I want eyes on all of this. Full picture.

We need to tie this Mikey K to the Gilmours.

Sarge?

- What is he doing here? - I told you why.

You don't think it muddies the waters?

He's got a clear remit - illegal tobacco,

not the murder investigation.

Yeah, well, good luck keeping him out of it.

Just got word.

Did you know?

Fraud Squad's all over Tom.

They'll chase every dollar, in and out.

Do you have anything to tell me?

Look, if Tom was into something dodgy, he didn't tell me.

I had no idea about it.

I knew I recognised him.

Emily Gilmour's Insta 18 months ago.

That's her partying with Mikey K.

Dodgy prick. Good catch, though.

- Thanks. - Alright. Let's go talk to him.

- I'm comin'. - Not happenin'.

Oh, come on, Andie.

Reza, let's go.

- What? - Nothin'.

Excuse me, mate. I'm looking for Michael Kaplan.

Huh. Look at this.

Michael Kaplan?

- Who are you? - Brokenridge Police.

This is Sergeant Whitford. I'm Constable Borhani.

We've got a few questions for you about Emily Gilmour.

Yeah. I heard about her folks. That's messed up.

- Any news on Em? - Not yet.

I don't think I can help you, then.

I'm flat out, unfortunately.

I got 20 acres of grapes losing the will to live.

Between the heat and the drought,

timing's everything these days.

It usually is.

So we can talk here now or back in Brokenridge,

and that'll eat up the rest of your afternoon.

Okay.

When was the last time you saw Emily?

Uh... about a year ago.

Ran into her at a wine bar in Mount Beauty.

You want some? I only just barrelled her.

The acid's got bite.

Tannins are velvet. Fruit's nice and bright up front.

Not here for a tasting.

- Hmm? - I'm good.

Suit yourself.

How well did you know Miss Gilmour?

Oh, we hooked up for a bit.

- How long's "a bit"? - Six months.

- Where'd you meet? - Benalla Races.

I had a wine tent there.

She walked in talking pinot and quoting French clones

like she wrote the manual on it.

I thought she was full of shit.

Turns out she's actually got an environmental science degree.

She's bit of a soil nerd, so...

..she helped me out.

What about Tom Gilmour, her father?

What about Tom Gilmour?

Was he on board with you and Emily?

Never asked, never came up.

- Ever meet him? - Mn-mn.

But you know who he was and what he did for a living?

Yeah, something to do with fruit.

Hm, you must sell a lot of pinot.

Oh, wine's a side hustle.

I, uh... I flip real estate to keep the lights on.

Where were you January 16,

the night Tom and Sarah Gilmour were murdered?

The 16th?

Melbourne.

I had wine tastings at Attica, Vue, Embla.

Talk to the sommeliers - they know me.

And, uh, then I choppered back the next morning.

Mansfield Private Charters.

You can check the logbook.

I will.

- Thanks for your time. - Ah, one sec.

Come on.

I'd really like to know what you think.

Honest opinions are hard to come by these days.

Honestly?

I prefer shiraz.

- Bit of a wanker. - Yeah. Run down his alibi.

Let's see how cocky he is when we shake his vine.

Pun intended?

Absolutely.

What are you thinkin', Sergeant?

Ah, it's nothin'. Nothin' solid.

Come on. You can tell me.

I mean, I know it's your case,

but I am the second-best detective in this room.

Stella's not wrong -

using the chop-chop to muscle in on my case?

He is my brother.

Okay.

But you're not gonna like it.

What if Emily's not a victim?

No traces of her blood on the houseboat.

Only Tom and Sarah's.

Leo Pappas said he heard Tom arguing with a guy,

telling him to, "Leave her the hell alone."

- Finn McKenzie. - We assumed.

But what if it wasn't Finn Tom was yelling at?

Mikey K.

Mmm.

He said it was over with Emily. Maybe it wasn't.

Tom wouldn't have liked his daughter

dating a possible rival, that's for sure.

What if Finn walked in on something

that he wasn't supposed to?

You're reachin' there, Whitford.

Yeah, maybe I'm seeing things we've missed.

You're saying Emily was complicit.

She wouldn't let that happen.

Or be manipulated. Used.

Mikey's not completely charmless.

I'm not saying Emily pulled the trigger...

She loved her family. Emily wouldn't. No fuckin' way.

Hey, Reza.

Yep.

Okay.

Thanks.

The, uh, restaurants confirmed Mikey was in the city.

And the pilot won't be back up here until tomorrow.

- I've lost my appetite. - You asked.

I'll make a few calls before I hit the sack.

Cheers for loopin' me in.

Hm.

Hello?

Hey. I'm well, thanks. Yourself?

Mum, door!

- Can you please get it? - I'm watching a movie.

Jesus...

- Hey. - Hi.

Got a minute?

Owen invited me.

A research committee,

for various mobs around here.

Stolen generations.

A woman there, Melanie,

she dug into Deb's past for me.

Deb was sent to Melbourne.

Ended up in various religious-run homes,

foster care.

Came back up here when she was 17 and...

..got a job at the Harris station.

As in Brian Harris? The Harris family?

That's Brian. That's his father Mal.

That's his mum. And that's Deb.

Oh!

That's where she met Sam.

Worked there for about 18 months

before she went to Rose's farm...

..where she had me.

Mal Harris...

He had a reputation.

For what?

- With the "help". - Ohh...

Innocent teenage girls at his mercy.

Story goes his wife hushed up the pregnancies.

Hm. Saving face, I guess.

My God...

Oh, no, no. You don't think...

No. Surely not.

Maybe that's why Deb left town, left Sam.

- And she didn't want me. - No.

She was forced to, babe.

She had no choice.

This stays between us.

Sam can't ever know.

What have you got, Stella?

Sarge, Mansfield just called.

Human remains have been found on Timbertop.

Thanks. On my way.

- Is it Emily? - No. It's male.

And... and they've been here a while.

How historical?

It's too early to narrow it down.

Anything we do know?

Partial remains only. Predation involved.

No skull so no dental, but...

They reckon they know who it is.

Michael Novak - the only victim

of Rose De Vigny's who was never found.

And they know this because...?

His car was found on the Timbertop Track

not that far from here.

Okay.

Sam.

Ah.

You dodging my calls again?

Been a bit busy. But I got your message.

Ah. Well, then, you'll recognise this.

It's the stolen vehicle the Masons used.

I can't see the plates.

I'm telling you, they tried to ambush you.

If that was their plan, they had their shot.

I was there long enough before the CFA rocked up.

Anyway, we've got a bigger problem.

- What? - I've just come from Timbertop.

Mansfield cops think they've found Michael Novak's remains.

You need to be straight with me, Sam.

Are they going to find anything?

I told you what happened!

Alright. I might've roughed him up a bit.

But he bolted.

He disappeared into the night.

That was it!

- You're sure? - Dead sure.

Any trace of me is long gone, Andie.

Rain, mud, time... It's all washed away.

What have you got, Reza?

Heard back from the chopper pilot.

Mikey's in the clear.

He confirmed he flew Mikey up from Melbourne

the morning after the murders.

Yeah. Okay.

But he also flew Mikey and Emily together -

a charter return, twice in one week,

about a month ago.

Mikey lied.

You and Stella, bring him in.

They won't get an ID without dental.

What about Novak's Volvo?

Ever been properly processed?

Uh, forensics lifted unknown DNA off the dash.

Didn't match Novak.

Nobody followed up?

Well, the working theory was

that he ran out of petrol and got lost.

Run that DNA on Rose De Vigny

and if that doesn't match...

..might be Sam Dyson's.

Are you suggesting that Sam's

directly involved in these murders?

Just run the test.

You asked me to dig.

I digged.

Well, Sam's DNA won't be in the system.

Leave that to me.

Okay?

Okay.

You got him?

There wasn't anyone at the Merrijig house, boss.

At least no-one who answered the door.

Who'd you see?

It was just a glimpse. Upstairs window.

Female, blonde, right age, right build.

You think it was Emily Gilmour?

It was half a second. I don't know for sure.

I'm just saying, it could've been her.

It's not enough for a warrant.

No, but enough to get eyes on the place.

Liaise with Mansfield, work out a roster.

I'm not totally sold that Reza saw her.

I mean, he's smart

and he's kind of funny, but...

I don't know.

I don't know. He's still... he's still pretty green.

Maybe.

But he's solid under pressure.

Always has been.

Ready to talk?

About what?

What neither of us has said

since Lynne McKenzie pulled that machete and you froze.

Yeah.

Yeah, I froze.

My dad was a cop.

When I was 15,

Dad was shot at a Wangaratta service station.

He was killed.

Cross?

Travis Cross?

I remember.

I didn't realise he was your dad.

I'm sorry, Stella.

Passenger side - blonde.

Go.

What's the drama?

Goin' a bit quick.

And you just happened to be cruising past in an unmarked.

What are the odds?

Should I be flattered or should I lawyer up?

You been drinking, Mikey?

Occupational hazard, Sergeant.

Better make sure you're good to drive.

Blow until I say stop.

That's usually my line.

Stop.

- 0.04. - Oof!

Guess I'm good to go.

Barely.

You lied to me, Mikey.

How's that?

Told me you hadn't seen Emily in a year.

She flew with you to Mansfield only last month.

Well, I felt sorry for her. She couldn't let go.

So you were still sleeping with her?

Huh.

Is that a crime?

Emily wouldn't take no for an answer.

I didn't chase her.

Prince Charming.

Got yourself a keeper here.

Alright. We're late for a wine trade tasting.

Now, are you gonna arrest me

or are you just gonna flirt with the idea, huh?

Hm. Drive safely.

Now we know...

..Mikey has a type.

Andie?

Door was unlocked.

I saw you pull in.

I'm going bush in the morning, few days.

You mind feeding the other horses while I'm gone?

Can't count on Ben. He's flat out at the mine.

And honestly... his head's not in it.

Yeah. Sure.

Can do.

You want a cuppa?

What you found out the other day,

about your mum, Deb,

it's not unusual.

Too many kids were stolen.

I know.

I keep thinking about...

..what Deb must have went through to...

..get to that dark place.

The oppression.

Controlled by others.

So much pain...

..and anguish.

All because of the colour of her skin and...

And the lies.

All the lies fed to her.

To all of us.

Why's the truth so hard for people?

'Cause you gotta own the shit that comes with it.

Can't move forward otherwise.

Can't rectify the wrong that was done.

Can't connect to yourself

let alone your mob or country.

Truth-tellin' is at the root of everything, Andie.

Andie!

- Morning. - Hey!

I was up early. Lake was glass.

Got lucky.

Thought you might fancy a couple of fresh trout.

You dropped by to give me fish?

And to check if there was any word back

on those Timbertop bones.

Mansfield's running it.

Radio silence so far.

And, um... I'll stick these in the fridge.

Alright.

What happened there?

Blowback from a case.

I bruised an ego and the door paid the price.

Well, did you report it?

I got enough paperwork at the moment.

Well, you can't just leave it like that.

I'll organise something when I get back to the office.

Don't bother about it. I'll sort it for you.

- Sam, you... - I said I'll sort it for you.

What?

Thanks.

For the fish too.

Well, it's the least I can do.

See ya later.

Hey, Sarge. Coffee?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Uh, you catch the new forensics report on Michael Novak's Volvo?

What report?

Diane Holt from the DPP ordered it. It just landed.

The unknown DNA in his car,

it's not a match for Rose De Vigny.

Means someone else must have been in the car with him.

Yeah, thanks.

Reza!

Where's Glenn?

Lodge, I think. Grabbing lunch.

Thanks.

Glenmorangie.

Courtesy of... Glenn Gilmour.

Peace offering. What do you say, old man?

I know what you are.

Oh, yeah? Enlighten me.

- Corrupt. - Mm.

Well, ESD cleared me.

I know what I saw.

You know, you're wrong about me, Sam.

Pfft!

I wasn't corrupt.

I didn't take the money.

Not that day anyway.

Until that day, I was a Boy Scout.

You know, 15 years in the job.

Two Medals of Excellence. Six-time Member of the Year.

Just put in for my dream gig - City Homicide.

Aced the panel.

Then along comes Sam Dyson.

And if I'm the Cub Scout,

he's the Eagle High Priest Akela.

But forget the pack.

He puts me in the shit

for something he thinks he fuckin' saw.

And it cost me. Oh, shit, did it cost me.

Not just the City Homicide gig.

It cost me my marriage and...

..you name it.

Every room I walk into now, it's there.

All the eyes on me. I feel it.

Got to the point, I figure,

well, if everyone thinks I'm on the fuckin' take, then...

..I might as well take.

See how deep that rabbit hole goes, you know?

Cry me a river.

Oh, you're a hard-nosed bastard, Dyson, aren't ya?

I mean, I pour my guts out onto this bar

and you just shit on it.

It must be tough. Is it?

Is it what?

A burden to be so fuckin' perfect?

Let's just let go of the past, eh? I have.

And bitterness will kill you quicker

than that dodgy ticker of yours.

Come on. Live and let live. Let's forgive and forget.

All the fuckin' cliches. Let's do it right now.

Only 'cause it's Glenmorangie.

Shit!

Sam Dyson. Leave a message.

Sam Dyson. Leave a message.

- Pick up, Sam. - Sam Dyson. Leave a message.

- Ooh, here she is. - One Lodge special.

That looks good.

- Hot sauce. - And the schnitzel.

Hel?

I need another favour.

What?

No questions. Just trust.

Oh! I didn't think you took lunch breaks.

Thought we could bounce ideas.

- Oh, yeah? - Get a new angle on Mikey K.

Oh, rightio.

If we get lucky with these KALOFs, we've got leverage.

Squeeze one of his crew, get 'em talkin'.

They're tight. Mikey's got reach, even inside.

Hard to flip 'em.

Make it worth their while.

Deals, immunity, relocation.

Oh, shit, I left my phone in my jacket.

Here, here. Use mine.

Nah, nah, nah. I'm waiting on a call. Back in a tick.

What are you doing?

Turn-down service.

Didn't realise we were five-star.

Well, I'm upping the standard now I'm in charge.

Bit early for a turn-down, innit?

Lots to do.

Is it just for me or do all the guests get the VIP?

We'll get you some fresh towels.

Hm.

- Did you swap it? - He almost caught me!

- Did you swap it?! - Yes!

- What the hell is going on? - I can't tell you.

- It... - No... no!

No more games or silence or lies.

I want the truth. I deserve the truth.

Okay. But not here.

Come to mine later.

Sam?

Sam did that?

And you?

I made a choice.

To protect him.

What does that even mean?

What, you lied to investigators?

Falsified reports?

Jesus, did you destroy evidence?

Christ... Andie!

Wow!

You've risked everything!

You chose Sam over everyone, even yourself.

He might not even be your father!

You came down on me...

..for lying about a one-night stand.

You punished me. You shamed me.

You're covering up murder!

I put everything on hold to be here.

My art, my career...

Just when it looked like something might actually happen.

My... my life.

I took a job serving meals in a pub

just to be here... for you.

Wow.

You're a fuckin' hypocrite.

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...

Not like you, middle of nowhere, on your lonesome.

Where are your boys? Layin' low?

What do you want, Gilmour?

You're doing 100 in an 80 zone. What do you think I want?

Just give me the fuckin' ticket, mate.

Well, I would, but I caught wind

that you've been hauling chop-chop.

- Huh. - Pop the boot.

Pop it.

Come on! Pop it!

Ah!

You might want to step out of the car

and come and have a look at this.

What is this...

..hangin' out amidst your medium-bodied reds, eh?

What's all this?

And what's this here? Oh!

What's that?

Hey?

Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?

Why did you search his car?

I thought he might be running chop-chop into Mansfield.

I recognised the scarf.

I sent you the screenshot. It's Emily's. No doubt.

Mmm. Timing's convenient.

Alright. But I question him on my own.

Fine.

Oi. You got an OBD kit?

Yeah, it's in the cupboard. Use it on stolen vehicles.

Grab it.

Zip ties.

Butterfly knife.

Tape.

Not exactly a first-aid kit.

Recognise this?

Gilmour planted all this shit.

Right. He planted the exact same scarf seen here.

Hmph.

Let's talk chop-chop.

What's chop-chop?

Tom Gilmour was a rival of yours.

He was cutting into your market, so you had to take him out.

Maybe you did it yourself.

I was in Melbourne.

Yeah, you could've driven up, killed them, driven back.

From here to Moorabbin.

- Three hours? - If that.

Yeah, plenty of time to kill the competition

and still make 7am check-in.

That is thin as hell.

Thin is all I need

because either way, I know you're involved.

Where is she, Mikey? Where is Emily?

How the fuck would I know?

You seriously think I'd hurt her?

She dumped you.

Sarge, we've got something.

Mikey disabled his satnav,

but you can't turn off a car's telematics system.

It logs trip history.

January 17, morning after the murders.

He leaves his Merrijig property at 10:02am.

Drives here, near Barwite.

And he's been back there. A lot.

What's out there?

It's all off-grid.

If he needed to stash someone...

Emily could be in there.

Suspicious movement, the scarf, motive...

That'll get you a warrant.

Sit down, mate.

Sergeant Whitford's here.

- Hey. - Any sign of Emily Gilmour?

No. But we did find something.

Excuse me.

She's not here.

Yeah, I know.

Still...

..looks like you've got yourself a win.

Bit of luck. That's all.

Hm.

..on a local Barwite property.

Police had a major breakthrough today in their war

against the state's $2.5 billion black-market tobacco...

It's open!

..in what's been described as one of the largest

illegal tobacco busts in Victorian history,

taking out a major syndicate

and seizing an estimated $2.3 million of tobacco.

The raid came after an investigation

by Detective Glenn Gilmour into a local double homicide

that was connected to the illegal tobacco trade.

You know Glenn plays you.

I want to believe he did it to find his niece.

Maybe.

But I think he wanted the bust more.

He's dangerous. I told you.

He is.

He's investigating you, Sam.

And I think that lawyer at the DPP put him up to it.

He tried to get your DNA

from the whisky glass at the pub.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah. Thanks to Helen, he didn't.

She swapped the glass.

Helen?

I had to tell her...

..everything.

She deserved the truth.

Is she... okay?

She's pretty angry.

Can you trust her?

I don't know.

Hey.

Hey, miss?

Miss, can you hear me?

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