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I know, Frankie. I know.

I think I still love her, too.

There's something

in that town that you have to

make your peace with.

I heard you.

At your engagement party.

We had our chance, is what I'm saying.

I'm getting married.

Oh, you are kidding.

COLIN: - Hello? -PHILOMENA: - Hello?

Since you've come home, everything is harder.

Take a seat.

I can't get away from you.

I mean, someone collapses

at my wedding and says your name

as they die!

You're more excited about her

than...than getting married to me.

That... That's not true.

I think I'm done.

Something is not right,

and I'm not gonna figure out what it is

living the same life.

How long are you going for?

A long while.

CHILDREN GIGGLE

MUSIC OVER SPEECH

Oh!

LAUGHS

Oh, gosh.

Wow!

Who knew Dolphin Cove had so many artists?

Oh, no, it's always been

a really artistic community here.

I mean, back in the '70s, there used to be these painters

who lived up in the hills.

The South Coast Set, they called themselves.

I mean, mainly they were just having it off with each other.

But they did find the time

to do these sort of lovely watercolours

of the escarpment. -Oh.

Quite beautiful.

Also...

..aren't you meant to be on patrol?

I finished early. Boss said she had it covered.

Well, covered by who?

WOMAN WHISPERS: - Oh, is that her?

Is that her?

That's it, folks, keep your distance.

Is he serious about this? It's a small coastal art fair.

People want something nice to hang on their walls, not...

..whatever this is.

It's performance art, I believe.

It's straight out of 2001 -

the last time he was interesting.

God knows why I let myself get talked into this.

He pulls a crowd, he always did.

Well, if he ruins my art fair, I'll kill him.

CAMCORDER BEEPS

Oh, you're joking?

Apparently, he needs to film it,

like he did in the beginning of his career.

Straight out of 2001.

MAN CLEARS HIS THROAT

SIGHS

My name...

..is Viktor Shevchenko.

I am an artist.

And today...

..I die.

And death today...

..shall come by the hand of my muse.

She who I have not laid eyes upon

for 20 years.

CHUCKLES

Within this box,

the tool of my trade.

And now...

..for the instrument of my death.

ALL GASP

VIKTOR: - Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

The artist

is dead!

Oh!

Yeah.

Absolutely ridiculous, even for him.

I'm not having it!

It's not the time or place, Charles.

Let everybody go,

make sure they have a good time

and buy some wonderful art.

OK, everyone. Come downstairs

and we'll have a look at some beautiful

local watercolours.

Please follow me. Madam.

It's shocking, isn't it? But wonderful.

It's called art.

Thank you.

Downstairs, everybody.

I've always thought you looked dashing in uniform.

How long am I gonna be doing this?

Have you heard from my son?

No.

Have you? -Nothing.

In two months.

So, until I do...

Oh, I would be delighted to volunteer

for more uniform patrol. -Mm!

That's the spirit!

Ooh, golly.

Hmm?

Hello, darling.

Mum?

Viktor!

Come out and explain yourself, you hack!

Viktor!

Viktor, get up, will you?

Viktor?

CHARLES GASPS

Would it be too much to expect a call or a text

or any form of communication in...?

How long has it been?

I only just arrived,

and I knew you'd be grumpy.

I'm not grumpy!

The body's through here. -Body?

What happened? -No! No! Not you.

Why? I've just been in there performing.

If she tries to get in... arrest her.

Who died?!

Viktor Shevchenko. Artist.

Stabbed as some sort of performance art piece.

Get on to that. -Will do.

Um, the knife is still...

Oh, sh-sh!

Oh, you're back.

Ah, Mackenzie...

Oh, how to say this? Huh!

Not having you here in Dolphin Cove,

it feels like something is missing.

STUTTERS

Well...

..it's nice to be wanted.

Mackenzie Clarke, uh, meet Dr Leo Drake.

Who the heck is Dr Leo Drake?

New pathologist.

First day.

No-one told me!

I did try! -He did try.

Are you observing

Detective Cartwright today, Officer?

Detective Sergeant.

Righty-o, then. Well, we have a stabbing here.

Knife in the chest.

Slightly weird wooden handle on it.

I'll have a look at the blade once I get him on the table.

It was part of the artistic performance.

Clearly, something went wrong. We're trying to track down

the other participant that...stabbed him.

She's outside.

Oh, you found her already?

She found me, really.

They hung this?

Yeah, as part of the performance.

Yeah...

Marks on the floor.

Yeah, they have a lot of events in here.

Move stuff around, mark positions,

that kind of thing. Pretty standard.

What's that?

That...

..is a jelly baby.

A red one. The best.

Why would he be holding a jelly baby?

That's a good question.

Right, shall we talk to the woman

that stabbed him? This "muse"?

Jillian Clarke.

Hang on. Clarke?

JILLIAN: - Oh, Viktor.

He was such an original.

EXHALES -But I had nothing to do with it.

You, um...

You were on the stage, though.

I'm so sorry, we haven't met.

You must be Mackenzie's boss.

He's not my boss.

Well, he's very commanding, darling.

Can you just answer the question, please?

Well, I had something to do with it, obviously,

but nothing to do with that.

"That"...being...

..stabbing him.

I didn't stab him!

It was a performance piece!

We'd walk into town from opposite directions,

and I'd plunge a knife into him

to mark the symbolic end of his career.

I haven't a clue how he ended up dead!

The knife in his chest, maybe?

Oh, God, Phil, you're so literal.

The knife was fake.

It had a retractable blade.

It doesn't look like it.

Well... that's what Viktor told me.

I'd never seen the knife

until I picked it out of the box.

I hadn't seen Viktor in 20 years

until we walked into town and met on stage.

You hadn't seen him at all?

No.

How did you know what to do?

He wrote to me with instructions.

And these instructions now are...?

Burnt. Under the first full moon.

Oh!

Look, obviously, you have to talk to me.

I understand. You're a "police officer".

Against my advice, I should add.

Should you?

But I had nothing to do with this, I promise you, bub.

Any idea why he'd have a jelly baby in his hand?

A jelly baby? No.

Normally, if he was holding anything,

it'd be a cigarette.

OK. Well,

you can take that ridiculous costume off now.

And wear what?

Oh, well, you were happy without anything

at my 13th birthday, as I recall, so...

MUTTERS

Ah, yeah.

Memories.

I came to give him a piece of my mind

and found him right where he was

when the curtain was closed.

Why were you angry with him?

That ridiculous performance.

Look, I've supported Viktor for years,

but I'm trying to run a small community arts fair,

not showcase a violent... performance piece.

Viktor always did what he wanted.

For better or worse.

More worse, lately.

Back in 2000, he was a star.

But it's been diminishing returns

ever since, and stunts like this.

Why did you let him do it,

if you didn't think it was any good?

Viktor always drew a crowd.

No accounting for taste,

but I am running a business, after all.

What happened leading up to the performance?

The audience came in,

Viktor entered, a little speech.

And today...

..I die.

Jillian arrived. Some choreography.

She stabbed him,

pulled the curtain and left.

Straight out. We moved the audience downstairs

so Viktor could finish up.

OK, everybody, let's go outside

and look at some beautiful local watercolours.

Next we knew, he was...dead.

And no-one stayed behind?

No-one came in or out in that time?

No. It was only a minute or so,

and I was right there by the exit.

The killer had to come in through here. But when?

Charles and Hilde were right there.

There is another explanation.

Right. Looks like what it looks like so far -

knife in the chest.

We'll let you know when we know more.

When will that be?

Today, tomorrow - see how we go.

Oh, sorry, did... did you have something else on?

No. Not really.

Is there another murder victim?

Not that I know of. -A lunch, maybe,

a hike up the escarpment.

Oh, sounds lovely. I'd be delighted.

I expect to hear from you this afternoon.

No worries, Officer.

It's Detective.

Footage? -No sound.

I think the mic's broken, but the vision's good.

Another stripe.

Came through yesterday.

Congratulations, Senior Constable.

NO SOUND

There goes your mum.

Mm-hm.

Audience going out.

Last straggler.

If it played out like she said,

and she stabbed him with a retractable knife,

Viktor is still alive behind that curtain.

Then... someone's going to sneak in.

MACKENZIE: No movement behind the curtain.

Oh, Charles and Hilde coming back in.

What?! No-one came in or out.

That's what they said.

How did someone stab him?

Someone did stab him.

Colin,

my mother doesn't even kill ants.

She just... bangs on the kitchen table

and asks them to leave.

It is not her.

But it's got to be someone. -Exactly.

But who?

And how?

I'm saying we have a suspect

who everyone saw commit the crime,

and no other possibility.

What about the jelly baby?

What about it?!

If we can't explain it, we can't be sure what happened.

Mackenzie!

I seem to recall you sending me home once

because I was too personally involved

in a case.

Now, you let me lead this

or else Colin really will be your boss.

Is that clear?

Yes, boss.

Right. I'll handle Jillian.

Jillian.

You're free to go.

Really? -Really?

Yeah, absolutely. And we are very grateful

for all your help.

Right.

Oh, and on behalf of the team,

welcome back to Dolphin Cove.

Right.

Just keep an eye on her.

Something very funny about her being back here.

There is nothing funny about me being back here.

They can't honestly think I had anything to do with it.

If I was going to kill Viktor,

I wouldn't be so obvious about it.

I'd have a bit of panache.

OK, can we just let me do the investigating?

Fine. Can I have the car keys?

What? Why? What?

It's my car, isn't it?

You can get a lift with your boss.

He's not my boss.

Lovely to see you again, sweetheart.

Mwah!

Viktor Shevchenko.

Started out in Dolphin Cove as a painter

with, among others,

Hilde Mainwaring and Jillian Clarke.

Uh, got big internationally in the 2000s,

then moved into bigger, showier arts.

Notorious in his later years for more stunty performances.

Everyone in attendance today had to sign a waiver,

uh, "Indemnifying Viktor against trauma, horror

"and artistic confrontation," whatever that means.

Oh, it sounds like a publicity stunt.

Uh, what it does mean, though, is we have a list of everyone

that was present. I've had a quick scan,

and no-one stands out as having anything against Viktor.

Also having nothing against Viktor...

So she says.

..Jillian Clarke.

And, yes,

currently she does look like the most likely.

But we do not arrest people

for looking like the most likely,

we arrest them when we have reasonable grounds

that they have committed an offence.

Someone could be framing her. We don't know yet.

OK, uh, Charles Frederick.

Owner of the gallery and convenor

of Dolphin Cove Art Fair.

Found the body

along with Hilde Mainwaring.

Painter.

I've had a quick look at the books,

and, uh...

CHUCKLES

..the gallery is almost bankrupt.

Oh, and Charles lodged a complaint

a few weeks ago

about a disturbance at an opening.

Resolved by the time patrol got there. Apparently.

Resolved. Well, we'll see about that.

Oh, actually, we're going to need to take your car.

Um...where's yours?

Oh, yeah, she could be a bit flighty,

I'll give you that.

And her and Mac had their moments.

Boy, oh, boy.

Artistic temperament.

That's what we used to call it. I don't know,

I've just always had a real soft spot

for old Jillian. Oh, my gosh, her parent-teacher interviews

were such a hoot.

She did not have it easy.

Why didn't she have it easy?

Whoop-whoop! Let's go!

Viktor ruined one of the biggest moments

of my career. -What was that?

I was selling

a completely undiscovered John Warwick landscape.

An original?

Sorry, who's... who's John Warwick?

One of our most important artists.

A chronicler of the birth of our nation.

The white version of it, anyway.

Well, yes.

Viktor was never a fan of our colonial artists...

Fine. But plenty of people are,

and a new John Warwick painting is a big deal.

And a big sale. -Of course.

I'm in business, after all.

But Viktor had a different opinion

on the provenance of the painting, and he tried

to tear it off an easel. It was an absolute disgrace.

This is not a John Warwick!

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no!

Well, who did he think painted it?

Oh, he knew it was a John Warwick.

A whole panel of experts authenticated it.

It was just a stunt to get attention.

Classic Viktor.

But it scared off most of the buyers.

And cost you a fortune.

Look, I was angry at the time,

obviously, but the painting's gone now, sold for a pittance,

and killing Viktor's not gonna make me any more money.

You own some of Viktor's art.

That goes up in value now, surely?

Well, these days,

we're lucky to sell them

for the canvases.

CHUCKLES

And, look, there's no hard feelings.

I even let Hilde talk me

into this ridiculous performance today.

Why would Hilde care?

Oh, she was meant to be his...muse.

But she pulled out for some reason.

Probably couldn't stand him. Who could blame her?

Breathtaking, isn't it?

It's exactly what it looks like.

It's a beach.

Yeah.

Exactly like it.

You see the grains of sand!

So what's the beholder's share?

The what?

What does the viewer bring to the work?

Oh. -Nothing.

So literal.

It's decoration. It's motel room art.

It's always nice to meet a fan.

I, um...

CLEARS HIS THROAT

I like it.

So do many people, Detective.

Often when someone's disdainful about my artwork

or anything popular, really,

they're actually disdainful about the people

who enjoy it. -Oh.

You were meant to be Viktor's muse today.

Why did you pull out?

CHUCKLES

I think it's because I realised

I wasn't going to be a good fit.

So why say yes in the first place?

EXHALES

You were in a relationship with him, weren't you?

Oh, yeah, many years ago.

Things were a lot more fluid back then.

I was never really a fan of his art.

He was always trying to be too edgy.

Sounds like a rivalry.

You'd have to sell something to be a rival.

When Viktor brought the performance to you,

how was it gonna work? Was it a fake knife?

No.

It was my skill to aim the knife in his armpit,

to make it look real.

And his trust in me to do it. -It's risky.

Of course.

It's art.

I was surprised he asked Jillian, actually.

Why?

Wonderful artist, no doubt.

But I've known her since before you were born, Mackenzie.

I'd hardly call her reliable.

What is she doing? -Oh, God.

Oh, Jillian, don't be an idiot.

CLATTER

JILLIAN: - Oh, thank goodness.

Jillian Clarke.

Oh...

Wait, stop! -Jillian!

Stop! Grab that.

Yes.

Grab that, too!

Ah...

Stop!

Wait, stop, stop.

PANTS

Ms Clarke.

Officer, I-I... I didn't see you there.

What are you doing, Jillian, you goose?

You know I've got arthritis.

Oh, sorry, Reg.

What did you throw in the fire?

I couldn't get it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What's this?

What?

It's a portrait, of course. -May I?

Hey, give us a look.

Yeah, you're in good nick, Jill!

Reggie! -Hm?

Stay professional.

Uh! This way, please.

Oh... -Come on.

Hey, hey! Nothing to see here.

This is ridiculous. -Move along.

You told me you'd just arrived in Dolphin Cove,

you hadn't seen Viktor in 20 years.

Turns out you've been staying in his caravan,

letting him paint you nude.

That's absolutely untrue.

That's a self-portrait.

And I think it's beautiful.

It's not beautiful.

What does your boss think?

He's not my boss! -Colin?

Oh, well, um...yeah...

How long have you been here?

It doesn't matter. -How long?

Oh!

A few weeks.

Didn't think to tell me that at any stage?

Because you're so prudish.

I'm not prud...!

No. No.

No, this is not about me. This is about you.

Witnessed stabbing a man

and then lying to the police. -I didn't stab him!

"I haven't seen Viktor in 20 years." Lie.

"I haven't been in Dolphin Cove." Lie.

That the stabbing was a stunt is a lie.

Oh! Fine!

I've been here for weeks, tucked in there with Viktor.

Yes, nothing serious,

just old lovers reconnecting physically.

You happy now?

Yeah, I'm delighted, Mum.

But it was definitely a stunt. It was a retractable knife.

We haven't managed to find any evidence for a fake knife.

What?

Apparently, there was no plans to use one.

No, that's not true.

That's what Hilde Mainwaring told us.

She was in line to be the muse before you.

Hilde Mainwaring! Give me a break!

She wouldn't know art if it... crawled into her knickers!

We're all grateful for your analysis,

but this is the evidence that we have.

We have video of you

plunging a knife into Viktor's chest.

And no suggestion that you didn't kill him.

What about the jelly baby?

Look, I'm sorry,

Jillian, we're gonna have to take you in,

and we're gonna keep you overnight.

Uh, autopsy's in.

Bub, you'll solve this, won't you?

You'll figure it out.

I...I'm being set up.

One condition.

Anything!

Don't lie to me.

Give me those.

What? -Give me my car keys.

COLIN: - I don't think my mum's ever been naked...

..her whole life. I mean,

she's had baths, obviously.

So, I guess, in theory.

But I never saw them,

so...did it really...happen?

What was it like growing up with a mum like yours?

Coming in?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm... Uh, yeah, it's fine. I'm fine.

Ah.

First time back since, uh...?

Hmm.

It's not a big deal. Um...

Have you heard from him? You don't have to tell me.

Have you? No, don't tell me.

Not a word.

Is that unusual?

It is. Yeah.

But the whole wedding situation was unusual, to say the least.

To have a murder at it, yes.

Mm.

I was there, you know, I...

..saw what happened between you two.

And then, earlier,

when you thought he was Glenn at the crime scene...

Feels like there's a bit more going on.

Don't we have work to be doing?

SIGHS

Oh!

Righty-o, then.

Autopsy done, as requested. Same day.

Never let it be said I'm not efficient.

You're still getting set up?

What?

Oh! No.

I'm just getting rid of the old bloke's junk.

He had, like, seven chocolate milks in the fridge.

What a weirdo.

Anyway, in the bin now, where they belong.

Next step, paint job, maybe.

Get rid of all this yellow.

Mm.

Whenever you're ready.

Murder weapon.

Straight through the heart. Did for him pretty quickly.

Palette knife?

And a sharp one.

So no running with it.

Oh! She doesn't run.

CHUCKLES

Fingerprints?

Just the suspect's.

What was her name again?

Uh, Jillian Clarke.

Sorry...

Shouldn't you know that?

We're thorough here, Dr Drake.

Leo is fine.

And professional.

OK.

We don't take things casually, we wear smart clothes,

and we never...

..make jokes.

Never?

Well, I mean, I do try.

Very...seldom successful.

I'm not taking things casually,

Detective Sergeant Clarke.

They're good.

Here's my autopsy report.

Copies in both your inboxes.

If there's anything else, don't hesitate to ask.

I like the yellow.

COLIN CLEARS HIS THROAT

No Moreton Bay bugs, unfortunately.

Ha!

There was a time

your son would pick a crayfish up off the ocean floor for me.

Why are you here, Jillian?

I'm under arrest.

In Dolphin Cove.

Viktor asked me to be part of his project.

It's tragic.

He had so much more to offer.

So art brought you home?

Always.

Mm-hm. Not your daughter?

Ah.

We're back on that one, are we?

Always putting your own feelings first.

Yeah, we're back there.

Mm.

She was in uniform again today, wasn't she?

Mm. She volunteered for patrol.

Volunteered? Oh, of course.

Not made to feel guilty by her boss

for anything that might have happened.

I heard about the wedding.

He doesn't have much luck,

does he?

I don't think luck has much to do with it.

No, no, you wouldn't, because

we like to think we don't give in to our baser urges.

We don't put our own feelings first, as you say.

But then,

out of the blue,

somebody as brilliant as my daughter...

..is back in uniform.

Now, that's odd.

Got no idea what you're talking about, Jillian.

But she is brilliant.

Mm-hm. -And she's determined.

So it doesn't matter what you say

or what lies you tell,

she won't stop till she finds the truth.

It's your knife.

The murder weapon, it's yours.

Is it? -It is.

Are you sure?

I'm sure. It's from your set.

If you say so.

You have to stop lying.

Well, you don't have to be so grumpy.

I'm not grumpy.

I'm not. I am trying to help you.

I am investigating this

as thoroughly as I possibly can,

hoping that something

is going to point away from you.

And I am not finding it.

Well, you will, won't you?

If it's there.

Bub...

..is it...

..possible that...

..I...

I don't know, Mum.

Is it?

We know that the murder weapon, uh, belonged to, uh, Jillian,

and hers are the only prints on it.

But she has no motive.

I've been thinking about it all night. There is nothing.

But there's nothing in this footage either.

No movement after the audience leaves.

No-one else.

Doesn't make sense.

Mackenzie, we have Jillian stabbing Viktor

in front of dozens of witnesses and on camera

with no other explanation for how he died.

We have to start looking at charges.

If not murder, then...manslaughter.

What about the jelly baby?

Is the jelly baby something we need to explain?

Everything is something we need to explain.

EXHALES -Felix, anything on the John Warwicks

that might link to Viktor?

Ah, yes. Half a dozen of his paintings were sold

in the last few years across the state,

most of them turning up in second-hand stores,

you know, in deceased estates, selling for a fortune.

I'll keep looking. -Mm-hm.

I've been going through the notes in Viktor's pocket.

Absolute mess. Can barely make sense of it.

But there are a lot of references

to part two of his performance.

What's part two?

Um, hard to tell, but it's gonna be big.

Have we searched Viktor's caravan yet?

Uh, we're on the way there now.

Oh, Jillian mentioned something about Viktor

having so much more to offer as an artist.

That might be worth chasing up.

I can't deal with her at the moment.

I'll take this, boss.

DOOR CLOSES

COLIN CLEARS HIS THROAT

Oh, Colin!

Would someone be able to, um,

go to the house and grab me my burgundy shawl?

Uh...OK.

First, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

How is she?

Mackenzie?

Uh... -This'd be very hard for her.

She's, um...

She's very sensitive, as you know.

Do I?

I know she doesn't make it easy, but, um...

..take care of her, won't you?

I'll...do my best.

Now, you wanted to ask me...?

Yes. In Viktor's notes, he mentioned

something about part two of his performance.

CHUCKLES

Oh! Yes.

You're going to want to hear all about that.

That's yours, isn't it?

I-I'd have to check.

Oh! Don't be so modest.

That is instantly recognisable.

Oh, that one, too.

Uh...

SNIFFS

COLIN CLEARS HIS THROAT

They're all yours.

Viktor Shevchenko was stockpiling your paintings.

Dozens of them over the years, picked up

wherever he could find them on the cheap.

So?

Jillian told us he was going to burn them.

He can do whatever he likes with them.

But publicly.

It's part two of his performance.

That's why he wanted you,

so you could be part of your own humiliation.

And that's why you pulled out.

I got wind of his ridiculous plan.

Obviously, I didn't want any part of it.

He was going to torch them as a statement.

"The destruction of worthless art."

Basically, destroy your career.

So what did you do about it?

Viktor was always going to do his silly stunts,

no matter what I do.

But what I did was watch as your mother

stuck a knife into him.

Everyone there saw it.

Fantastic. Isn't it?

Most beautiful spot in Dolphin Cove,

and it's a beachfront campsite.

Million-dollar views,

yours for 30 bucks a night,

25 if you've got a Seniors Card.

Reggie...

Oh, my gosh, that is a lovely little landscape, that one.

Can you stop getting distracted, please?

Not sure I appreciate your tone.

What tone would you like me to give you orders in?

Orders?! -I'm trying to do

actual police work here. -All right.

And you're just taking in the view.

Well... -It's unprofessional,

embarrassing and... And I won't stand for it.

Wow.

Look, Felix, I am really proud

that you've been promoted...

PHONE CHIMES

..but another stripe on your shoulder

doesn't mean you can treat people

like... - Sh!

I beg your pardon?!

Mac!

A Viktor Shevchenko retrospective at your gallery,

as it happens.

Featuring a stunning collection of his early work.

Lucky to sell him

for the canvases these days,

you said.

And now that he's dead, tragically,

dramatically...

I mean...look at those prices.

Turns out, you were sitting on a bit of Viktor's art -

quite a bit, by the size of this collection -

and you lied to us about it.

I never lied.

I might have underplayed my holdings.

Because you knew how it would look,

making all that money from his death.

OK.

His art is worth a lot more than it was yesterday.

Fine. I'm not going to kill for it.

I'm an art lover, not a monster.

Besides, Viktor was dead when I found him.

COLIN: - He'll make a fortune from that retrospective.

It's definitely a motive.

Mm, but how could he have done it?

I-I don't know. -We've seen the footage.

My mum is the only one who had opportunity.

Mm. It does look that way.

No other entrances, no way in or out for a killer

that the camera wouldn't see.

Oh, and your mum said burgundy shawl,

if you can find it.

CREAK

Hello?

Oh!

Mr and Mrs Hopkins.

Right on time.

Let me show you around.

Are you selling the house?!

Cos there is a real estate agent in there

calling it an off-market opportunity.

She's been showing it for weeks.

No, it's... It's not what you think.

How? How? How is it not what I think?

I'm not the one selling it.

SPLUTTERS

Who is?

Viktor.

What?!

After your dad died,

I found it very hard...

We both found that hard.

Yes, of course we did,

but I had a child to raise - you -

so I-I mortgaged the house to Viktor.

He... He was flush from all his sales.

He had the money.

That's our family home.

SIGHS

I didn't have a choice.

Get a job. -I had a job!

Get one that pays money.

Don't you judge me, Mackenzie.

God forbid you ever lose the love of your life.

God forbid!

I did what I had to do for us to survive.

It was a friend helping out a friend,

a simple contract we did ourselves,

no banks involved,

and a contract which Viktor,

fallen on harder times, was calling in.

And you tucked away in his caravan,

trying to convince him otherwise.

SIGHS

Uh, where's this contract now?

No.

It's in the fire at the caravan park.

Ah.

Contract gone, Viktor dead.

And the person who most benefits from his death

witnessed stabbing him.

I didn't.

That's motive,

means,

opportunity.

That's it, Mum.

That's it.

Got about half an hour before we have to charge her.

Is that your mum's?

Mm.

I see this every day but...

..I think this is the first time

I've actually looked at it.

It's beautiful.

She's good.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, she is.

Jelly baby didn't matter.

CHUCKLES HALF-HEARTEDLY

I was wrong.

I thought it didn't make sense

because it didn't make sense to me.

That if I couldn't see something,

then it couldn't have happened

but it did happen.

It was exactly what it looked like.

I was wrong.

Look, uh, Colin's prepared the charges.

I can take care of it, if you like?

Um...

..I think people c-coming in have... They've...

..moved everything about,

so can you help me just to, um...

..can we put that back

against the wall? -Yeah.

Thanks. -Yeah, sure.

Just this? -Yeah, just in.

Oh, hang on. Just...

Yeah. -That's got it. You ready?

One...

BOTH STRAIN

Oh!

STAMMERS

Bring it back a bit.

Yeah? Here we are.

There we go. -There. How's that?

And back again.

Yeah?

Oh...

Because it had to be in the exact right spot.

What did?

But when did it move there?

And why?

EXHALES

LAUGHS

Oh, that is breathtaking.

What's breathtaking?

Hey, hey! Hey, where are you going?

To look at some art!

It had to be perfect or it wouldn't work.

What had to be perfect?

That.

Now, that is breathtaking.

That's what I said.

What is art?

Is it figurative, is it performance or...

..is it just making things look exactly the way they look?

That was the hardest thing about this case.

Like a painting in a motel room,

it looked like exactly what it looked like.

A man stabbed as part of an art piece

in front of an audience

by a woman with strong motive to kill him.

But art isn't just about what it looks like.

Art is about what you don't see,

about what the audience brings to the work.

The beholder's share.

Isn't that right, Charles?

What?

Viktor ruined a sale of yours.

Not because he hated our colonial painters,

but because he had an artist's eye.

And he knew a John Warwick when he saw one.

Where did you get that?

In Viktor's caravan.

If you're looking to sell it,

I'd be happy to help, on behalf of the estate.

Ha. Well, you could try, but, uh,

I think when you find out the truth,

you might change your mind.

Because Viktor saw what you didn't.

What no-one else - not even a panel of experts - saw.

What?

It's a fake. Just like the one you sold.

It's not a John Warwick.

Nonsense. I had it authenticated.

Oh, it's a brilliant fake

by an artist of...

..rare talent.

Is it?

Me?

This is what we misunderstood

about part two of Viktor's piece. It...

It wasn't about burning your paintings,

it was about exposing you

for forging Australian classics.

It must have made you a fortune over the years,

finding these extremely valuable paintings

in second-hand shops, in deceased estates,

and quietly moving them on.

To a long list of galleries and auction houses

across the state.

Viktor figured it out

and, ever the showman,

he was going to make a spectacle of exposing you.

That's why he had one of your fakes

in his caravan And the humiliation,

oh, he was going to start here with part one.

But that was Viktor's mistake

because he gave you inside knowledge

of the performance. So...

..you pulled out.

And then you learned the next call Viktor made

was to the person you decided to frame for his murder.

Jillian Clarke.

So you stole a knife

that would lead us back to Jillian,

because you knew exactly how it was going to play out.

The muse would pull the knife from the box -

a fake one, as planned -

and plunge it into Viktor,

providing you with the perfect cover.

And then all you had to do was kill him.

We found him dead.

No, that's what it looked like.

And that's what the video footage showed.

Just an undisturbed curtain, no-one going in or out.

But, like all great art,

something else was happening.

Like Viktor's fake knife - a trick.

And only a painter of supreme technical skill

could pull it off.

A painter whose paintings are so realistic,

you'd think they were real life.

Exactly like it.

And we did.

It was the chalk marks on the floor that did it.

Marks on the floor.

They look like standard gallery marks.

And some of them were.

But some...

..you'd put there.

So that when the audience moved out,

all you had to do was stand in front of the camera -

another audience member departing -

and move the easel onto the marks.

The easel...

..holding this beautiful painting of yours.

A Day At The Beach.

A painting so realistic,

you...you can see the grains of sand.

So realistic,

that with the camera up close and in the exact right spot,

this beach towel looks exactly like a curtain.

Because that's exactly why you painted it.

The one thing that you didn't expect -

Viktor had quit smoking.

Normally, if he was holding anything,

it'd be a cigarette.

SNIFFS

Nothing in his caravan smelled of smoke,

but years of habit,

he had to have something to do with his mouth.

Argh! Oh!

GROANS

There weren't jelly babies

when Viktor fell during the performance,

so you picked them all up, along with the fake knife.

Except for the one you missed.

The one in Viktor's hand.

The one that proved

he was alive when that curtain closed.

And then, once you killed him,

it was just a matter of blocking the camera again,

soon enough after the end of the show,

that it looked like the last straggler leaving,

and moving the easel

back into place.

You only had to fool us for a moment.

It's all you needed.

Charles told us that Viktor's art

wasn't what it used to be.

Maybe it wasn't.

But he still had his eye.

He still knew how important art is.

For hundreds of thousands of years,

people have used it to...

..make sense of the world

and to better understand themselves.

He was a hack.

He couldn't paint to save himself.

Spotting that painting was pure luck.

A once-in-a-lifetime fluke.

See, I think he knew a fake when he saw one.

And that cost him his life.

Hilde Mainwaring,

you are under arrest

for the murder of Viktor Shevchenko.

Always remember

there is truth in art.

Never forget that.

Or in meticulous and methodical police work.

Right.

I would like to thank all of you

for your tireless work in helping clear my name.

Colin, without your leadership,

it could have been entirely a different story.

So, as a token of my gratitude,

I would like to gift you

my self-portrait.

Oh, th...

CLEARS HIS THROAT

That's really not necessary.

Oh, nonsense!

What could be more essential, more vital than art?

It's, um...

It's definitely vital.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Hang it somewhere prominent

so you never forget our time together.

Mwah! -Oh.

Oh, incredible shoulders.

Right!

Now, where are my car keys?

We're all going for a drink!

On you, my darling.

I always said you'd make a marvellous police officer.

Detective.

I think you're done with uniform patrol

for a while.

I don't mind. -No, no, no, no, no.

Got someone else to torture you now.

REGGIE: It really is so sensual,

so...buoyant.

Buoyant? Yes, yes, it is.

Oh, she's a hell of a woman, old Jillian.

Mm.

I mean, it seems that we don't all become useless

when we reach a certain vintage, Phil,

that the youth don't know everything.

Reg.

I might have got a bit carried away

with my extra stripe.

Mm, I think that's pretty certain.

You're good at police work.

I know, mate.

COLIN SIGHS

What are you gonna do with it?

I haven't a clue.

It's like they follow you around the room.

Huh! I know.

They're so hazel.

Hazel?

Oh, the eyes!

Yeah, yeah.

So you...you haven't heard from Glenn?

Oh, no-one has.

Oh, sweetheart!

I know how special he is to you.

Yeah, maybe once.

I'm letting him go, Mum.

Really? -Mm-hm.

It's not gonna be a thing for me any more,

and I'm relieved.

Good thinking.

A white wine. Thank you, handsome.

All wrapped up?

Yes, of course.

I don't take my job casually, by the way.

Sure.

Detective Sergeant Mackenzie Clarke.

Started in uniform in South Coast Police.

Promoted to detective

earlier than any woman before her.

Moved to London. Made DI within a year.

Investigated for tampering with evidence unjustly

and cleared of all charges.

Do I need to go on?

Well, you could.

I do my research.

Whenever I start a new job,

I make sure I know exactly who I'm dealing with.

There was something I missed, though.

CHUCKLES

Chocolate milk.

Colin filled me in on that one.

Mm.

Yesterday, over the body,

you knew I thought you were somebody else.

Did I?

And you let me keep talking, didn't you?

A mystery,

Detective Sergeant Clarke.

CHUCKLES

Yeah, well, I do like those.

Oi! Meeting's on. Let's go.

LOUD SLAM

None of you

witnessed the fall? -No.

We were all in the meeting.

MAC: So how did one of them push him off that roof?

TYRES SQUEAL

Good day, Officer.

Careful throwing around accusations, sweetheart.

He was my mate. -Oh, more than a mate.

Oh, yeah, a bit of flirting. As if you've never done that.

Oh, am I meant to be impressed?

D'you reckon you can keep a lid on me being back?

Lie? To Mackenzie?

Overwhelming. There's so much history with Glenn,

and then this new man.

COLIN: - There is something I should tell you.

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