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Hello, baby.

Hey.

Don't get into a car with this mug.

He's bad news.
Sure, Justine.

Piss off.
What are you gonna do about it?

Ah, this is my corner.
Yeah, right, Holly.

Piss off! Piss off!

Hey!

Holly! Zoe! Cut it out!

Hey!

Just go! Hands off!

Hey! Break it up!

Here. Zoe, take this.

Clear off! This is my corner, bitch!
Holly!

Screw you! It's a free country!

You little slut!
Holly!

Let it go!

Bloody part-timer!
Hey!

Take this. Look at that face.

Oh, you 'll get yours, bitch!
Holly! Let it go.

This was down here?
Right, thank you.

The name is Zoe Clayton.

We've got a purse with a student ID,
a driver's licence and a few bucks.

So we can probably
rule out robbery.

What sort of student?
University.

Oh, that looks new.

Her face is gone.

Hadn't seen her before.

Gotta know how to look after yourself
in this game.

She thought she knew it all.
She knew squat.

You saw her get into a car?
Mmm.

A gold Magna. SPS something.

Well, it wasn't my trick. If it was,
I would've remembered the full rego.

Did you get a look at the guy?
No. Sorry. He stopped up the road a bit.

OK, thank you.
If you think of anything else...

I'll get in touch.

What's that cologne
you 're wearing?

Uh... I'm not actually wearing cologne.

Really? Must just be you, then.

Nice.

Shagged and sleeping in, I reckon.
- Yeah, probably.

You 're so not talking about me.
Uh-uh. Matt.

Half his luck. What's this?

Oh.

Murdered hooker.
Yeah. Messy.

Ah, here he is!

Big night, mate? Sleep in?

No, I had car trouble.
Had to get the tram.

Oh, yeah? How's Emma?

Yeah, she's good. Why?

Tell her we said hi.

Hammer murder?
Yeah. Prostitute.

Yeah, there were a bunch of these a few
years back, before I joined Homicide.

Similar?
Could be. I'll chase up the files.

Uh, yeah, hello?
Yeah, I'm still here.

Oh, great.

One gold Magna,
registered to a Jason Green.

I swear to you, I didn't kill her.

The thing is, Jason,

you have got
a big, big credibility problem.

You lied to your wife
and your two beautiful little kids.

You told them Daddy
was working late back at the office,

when Daddy was out
getting a blow job.

I love my family!

G'day, Sarge. Just putting
this bloke through his paces.

He's a suspect
on this murdered sex worker.

I just saw Simon's file note -
the hammer.

The girl... She said she'd just
been in a fight with another girl.

What other girl?
I don't know.

But maybe
she had something to do with this.

Detective Freeman,
I need to speak to you now.

What's he doing?

Interview suspended at 9:20

for a consultation with
Detective Senior Sergeant Wolfe.

Sarge?
You 've got the wrong man.

We've got witnesses
who saw the victim get in...

Read my lips.
You 've got the wrong man.

Sarge, he admits being there!

Mandy Knight, Gemma Matthews,
Vicky Patterson - 23, 19, 21.

All prostitutes, all killed
in the same way as this victim.

Who is?
Zoe Clayton, Sarge.

Aged 22, full-time student,
part-time hooker.

These killings all took place
between March and August 2004.

The full case details
are in those folders.

This is the murderer -
Maxwell Craven.

Taxi driver.
He frequented prostitutes.

He often accepted services
in lieu of fares.

I take it he was alibied
up to the eyeballs?

Craven claimed that he was
looking after his elderly mother

at the time of each murder,
and she backed him up.

A boy's best friend is his mother.

Then Craven won $3 million
in a lottery.

That'd be nice.
Very nice.

After the win, he moved interstate.

That is when the hammer killings
stopped, until today.

So why wasn't this guy
prosecuted last time?

We all knew he was guilty,

but we didn't have enough evidence
to convince the DPP.

So what's to say that this current
attack is not a copycat killing?

I mean, there are enough crazies
out there looking for inspiration, Sarge.

Certain details of the MO
were never released to the press.

A lethal blow to the back of the head

followed by repeated frenzied blows
to completely annihilate the face.

This is no copycat.

This is our chance to get Craven
before he kills again.

Go through the files.
I want you to know them back to front.

Get a handle on this man.
Excuse me, Senior Sergeant.

That last known address
on Maxwell Craven,

it's now a KFC drive-through.

Thanks.
And Justine Parker's here to see you.

From the Sex Workers Cooperative.

Uh, Duncan, you 're with me.

What's the point of your co-op?

The aim of the co-op is to protect and
maintain the rights of all sex workers.

Including the street girls
working illegally?

There always has been
street prostitution

and there always will be, Detective,

no matter how many laws
men in grey suits make.

Why wasn't Craven under surveillance?

I understand you 're upset,
Justine.

We alerted the Queensland State Police
when Craven moved north.

We have not had any notification
of his return.

You know they gave our girls
a hard time up there.

Claimed that we were harassing him.
And were you?

What's harassment?
Making unproven accusations.

Telling the truth?
Harassing the guy!

Oh, right. Same old story, isn't it?
Justice for hire.

Are you suggesting
he's bribing the Queensland police?

No, I'm suggesting
that there is one law for the rich

and one for the girls
that I represent.

I can assure you
that is not the case here.

Craven is definitely one of the
avenues that we're investigating.

And why are you so sure
that he's guilty?

Detective Freeman isn't entirely
convinced that he's our man.

Four years ago,
I was still on the game.

I was doing it tough - doing drugs.

I came this close
to getting in a car with Max Craven.

The girl that did, Mandy...

She was my best friend.
We shared a flat together.

When she didn't come home,
I went looking for her...

...and I found her.

And I saw what that bastard did to her.

Justine was considered
an unreliable witness by the DPP

because of her drug habit at the time.

So do you know where he's living?

'Cause the closest we've got
is a bucket of fried chook.

Oh, you guys are good. Really good.

He set his mum up in a place
before he moved up north.

Here.
Thank you.

Just get the bastard.

You know, I remember when you told
Mandy's parents she'd been murdered.

You made us a promise then,
that you would get Max Craven.

You 've probably forgotten
you said that.

No. No, I haven't forgotten.

Should have been a politician, Stanley.

Of all the persons of interest,

Craven's the only one
whose DNA was found on each victim.

Yeah, but he admitted to giving them
a free ride home in exchange for sex.

No such thing as a free ride.

And he had an alibi.

From his mum, who was
in the early stages of dementia.

It's hardly what you 'd call ironclad.

She's not the only mother
to lie for her son, compos or not.

Looks to me
like all roads lead to Craven.

If it's so obvious,
why wouldn't the DPP play ball?

Maybe the reason is the obvious one -
he didn't do it.

That guy we brought in -
Jason Green.

He said he saw Zoe Clayton having
an argument with another hooker.

I think that's worth following up.
Definitely, Simon.

Do it. You and Jennifer.

Matt, I want you
to organise Uniforms.

See if we can trace the hammer.

It's brand-new. Maybe some
shop assistant will recognise Craven.

Sarge, do you know
how many hardware stores there are?

So start with the ones
near his address.

Do we have an address?
Oh, yeah.

The helpful hookers network.

Duncan.

Wouldn't it be better
if Simon and I did this?

No. No, it wouldn't.

Sarge!
I know Craven better than anyone.

In this instance,
experience is gonna count.

Yeah, but...

I made a promise four years ago.

I intend to keep it.

Finally.
That's what I'm talking about.

You 're letting this
Justine Parker woman get to you.

No, what's getting to me
is four young women beaten to death

and we still have not arrested
the person responsible.

Let's go.

Piss off.

Do you mind if we come in, Max?
Yes.

Thank you.
You 're trespassing. Get out!

Where were you between 10:00
last night and 6:00 this morning?

In bed, asleep.

Quiet night, was it, then?
Hey, don't touch that.

Can anyone verify
your whereabouts last night?

Look, screwdriver, multi-grips...
Leave it alone!

Nice new tools, Max!
What, no hammer?

Get out of my stuff!

I asked you
to verify your whereabouts.

Can anyone verify your whereabouts?

No. And I don't have
to answer your questions.

A young woman
was murdered last night.

Well, that's got nothing
to do with me, Wolfe.

Detective Freeman.

Let's find out. You 're coming with us.
Pig's arse!

That's assault, you bastards.

You 're right. Assault Police.

Come on.

I'm gonna have you, Wolfe.

I can afford a decent lawyer this time.

Oh, shut up.

Hey, amigos. What's going on?

Police business.

You bet it is, sunshine.

Detective Senior Sergeant
Laurie Murphy, Brisbane CI.

So tell me,
where are you taking my suspect?

Thanks for coming in, Holly.

Well, this might be working hours
for you guys,

but it's beauty-sleep time for me.

Yes, we appreciate it.

Gosh, I must look a fright.
No, no, no.

You look just fine.

Why, thank you, Simon.

So you said that you gave Zoe Clayton
advice on staying safe.

Mmm. That's right.
She was new. I could tell.

She was a full-time uni student,
studying fine arts.

Oh, you don't say! Fine arts!

Apparently, she needed the money
to pay for an increase in her rent.

Oh, now, isn't that fascinating?

I, on the other hand,
I'm a doctor of philosophy.

I say you take money for sex,
well, that just makes you a hooker.

We spoke
to some of the other girls.

They said you and Zoe had a fight
last night, and you had to be torn apart.

She was on my corner.
That's just plain bad manners, isn't it?

So when she jumped
in that car,

it was kind of like she was
taking money out of your pocket.

Turned out she was doing me a favour,
didn't it?

Look, we had an argument,
but she's the one that started it.

And did you finish it?

You asking if I killed her?
You were heard to threaten her.

Hang on a minute!
You were angry with her.

Someone needed to teach her a lesson.
No, no, stop right there! I didn't kill her!

I made a phone call, that's all.

Who to?

A boyfriend.

He protects some of the girls
and keeps things sorted.

He would never go that far.

And what's his name?
Jesus.

Holly, come on. We need a name.
That's his name - Jesus.

He says Hesus but he
spells it Jesus, so I call him Jesus.

His last name?

Almada.

I'm not talking till my lawyer gets here.

Stop staring at me.

I'm the victim here.

I have never killed anyone.

He's letting his personal animosity
towards Craven get in the way here.

Absolute nonsense.

Superintendent, why wasn't I told

that there was an extradition order
out on Craven?

Because there isn't one.
I haven't received any paperwork.

Well, so far we're just keeping him
under surveillance,

confirming his address,
while we pull together more evidence.

Evidence on what?
Well, that's Queensland business.

Is that so?
Yeah.

So you 're down here watching him.

You don't even think
to tell us he's back.

I agree, not courteous, but...
Courteous?!

It's cost a young woman her life!

OK, so some slag's
dead in the gutter.

Who gives a root?

Meat on the street.

The thing is,

they're only marginally better
than choking the chicken.

Why am I here?

So why didn't your people inform us
that Maxwell Craven was back?

Look, you want an apology, Stanley?
OK, I apologise.

Detective Senior Sergeant Wolfe.

DSS Wolfe.

Sorry, Stanley.
I didn't mean to take liberties.

Detective Murphy, this man
is a suspect in a murder here.

Were you watching him last night?

No. I can't alibi him,
if that's what you 're asking.

How unlucky can you get, hey?

When I won that 3 million bucks,

I thought I was the luckiest man
on the planet.

Get up to Queensland, cash to burn.

The slags don't wanna have a bar of me

because their mates down here have
been spreading their lies on the Net

and circulating my photo.

Looking for love in all the wrong
places, are you, Max? Sit down.

When you 've arrested this bloke,

you can grant me permission
to interview him.

What's happened down here will support
my application for his extradition.

That's not gonna happen.
Craven stays here.

I've got a dead girl in the morgue.

I got a hooker in a hospital bed

breathing through a tube in her throat,
thanks to that fat prick.

My hooker's gonna ID Craven
as soon as she wakes up.

When she does, I'll get that order
without an interview.

It's been nice to meet you.

Hasta la vista, Stanley.

If Craven is your prisoner,
you 'd better hurry up and charge him.

Have you got enough to do that,
Stanley?

No. He hasn't got anything on me.
I'll be out of here in an hour.

Detective Freeman, Mr Craven's
legal representative is here.

Send him in.

Her.

Valerie Zimmerman, SC.

I know who you are, Miss Zimmerman.

Val, these bastards
are trying to frame me.

Oh, pull the other one, Max.

I'll need some time
with my client, Detective. Alone.

Unmonitored. Turn the cameras off.

Thank you.

Jesus Almada.

Hesus.

Jesus Almada. 27.

Form for assault, heroin possession

and living off
the earnings of prostitution.

Have we got a last known address?

Yep. About 20 metres from where
Zoe Clayton's body was found.

You follow that up.

I'll see what else we can dig up
on Holly Bannister.

She could be sicking us onto him
to cover her own tracks.

Mr Almada!

Open up! It's the police!

Oh.

I think we've just found Jesus.

You have no witnesses, no evidence.

Just more of the same harassment,
abuse and incompetent police work.

Yeah, if you 're quite finished,
Miss Zimmerman...

Ms. And I'm nowhere near finished,
Detective Senior Sergeant.

My client claims that you assaulted him.

Your client assaulted
Detective Senior Constable Freeman.

I restrained him using appropriate force.

Yes. Well, you would say that,
wouldn't you?

There's a Queensland State Detective

pressuring us for Mr Craven's extradition
to face matters up there.

I think we both know
that if Detective Murphy

had any substantive evidence
in any Queensland matter

that he would have already
had my client charged,

and the extradition application
put in place.

Now, has that happened?
No, it has not.

No.

So my client won't be going anywhere.
Will he?

Now, unless you intend to charge
Mr Craven in this other matter,

I imagine that you 'll be
releasing my client immediately,

won't you, detectives?

Yes, well, um...

Good.

And if any member of your squad
comes within a bull's roar of my client,

we will be lodging a formal complaint.

Now, is that clear?

I can assure you, none of my team
will come anywhere near this scum.

Another check-up
in three months, Sharni. OK?

Stop by the clinic or give me a call.
Thank you.

Magic.

Thanks. See you.

Are we in the right place?
Aiden Shearer. I'm a doctor.

I help out here
a couple of times a week.

Health checks, that kind of stuff.

My clinic, Sex Workers admin.

We don't need to advertise.
Girls know where we are.

Miss Parker,
Detectives Mapplethorpe and Joyner.

We work with
Detective Senior Sergeant Wolfe.

What do you want?

Do you know a Jesus Almada?

Not by choice. Why?

Mr Almada is dead.

Well, that's no great loss, is it?

He was a low-life pusher

who pretended to offer these women
protection, along with his smack.

Is it possible that he had something
to do with Zoe Clayton's death?

No, it's not. Because Max Craven
killed Zoe Clayton.

Have you charged him yet?
He's been taken in for questioning.

Right. So, what?
I'll take that as a no, shall I?

The investigation is ongoing.

Excuse me. Duncan.

Miss Parker,
we're doing everything we can.

You know these girls.
You know the streets, the clients.

Maybe you should be trying to help.
I gave you Max Craven.

We need evidence.
Otherwise, he walks away.

Uh, he just has.
His lawyer has forced his release.

Max Craven is back on the street.
Ohh!

OK. So you want me to do your job
for you, is that it?

No, we just want some cooperation.

We all have the same objective here,
Miss Parker.

Sure. Right.
OK, if I hear anything, I'll call Wolfe.

Can't blame her, really.

If it had been four society ladies
who'd been hammered to death,

Craven wouldn't be back out there.

That's not true.
It looks that way to us.

Now, if you 'll excuse me,
I've got patients.

Dead for a week.
Can't beat an alibi like that.

Ironclad.

Which takes us back
to Craven.

Yeah, no.

Look, Craven's a perv
and he's a pathetic sad dickhead.

But a serial killer? No, profile doesn't fit.

Why not?
Have you read the files?

I mean, he has sex
with lots of hookers, right?

Lots of hookers.

And according to all their statements,

it's just straight up and down.

Normal sex.
Normal? With him?

Well, it's not violent or kinky.

I mean, serial killers are nearly
always sexually dysfunctional.

That psych degree from the Weeties box
isn't real, you know that?

Listen, Mattie, I've eyeballed
this prick and I didn't get the vibe.

Right? 9 times out of 10,
you just know it in your gut. Right?

Sarge gets the vibe loud and clear.
He's convinced Craven's guilty.

Yeah, maybe.
I'm not convinced, mate. I'm not.

You know, he is exhausted.
His marriage has fallen apart.

Maybe he's just off the mark
on this one.

He's pretty fixated. I wonder
if he's trying to keep himself distracted.

No, it's not just that.

He made a promise to Justine Parker
and he couldn't keep it.

Alright.

We need to charge Craven
with this murder

before Murphy's victim in Queensland

wakes up and hands him
an extradition order on a plate.

Find me some evidence.
No-one goes home tonight.

I'm going to the pub.

If this is to gloat over my extradition
still not coming through,

I wouldn't count your chickens
just yet, amigo.

One beer.

You know, I've gotta say,
I find that Mexican joke fairly tedious.

Oh, you think? I like it.
Makes me laugh.

Anyway, I didn't ask you here to gloat.

What's a homicide detective doing

extraditing a suspect
on an assault charge?

You been checking up on me, Stanley?
I made a few calls.

There are more murders, aren't there?

Yeah. There's two more.

Hammer killings?
Yeah.

I knew he wouldn't stop.

That's why we gave you people
a heads-up.

Why weren't you all over him?

We were at first.

We couldn't keep him under indefinite
24-hour surveillance. You know that.

Anyway, he didn't put a foot wrong.
Yep. He played you.

Yeah, mate. Just like he played you.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter which
murders he goes down for, does it?

You get him up there on your assault
charge, squeeze him on your murders,

or I get him down here.

What's the difference?

Question is, who's got
the best shot at this bastard?

Well... it shouldn't be
a competition, though, should it?

OK, watch him. You nail him
before I do and good luck to you.

The problem is
I had to give my word to his lawyer

that none of my team
would go anywhere near him.

But that doesn't apply to me.
That's what this is about.

Hmm.

It's gonna be bloody freezing
out there, isn't it?

Most likely.

Don't know how anyone
lives in this morgue by choice.

"Most livable city in the world."
Yeah, right.

Sorry, I thought that was a joke.

Alright, Stanley, you go home
to your warm bed and your warm wife.

I'll sit on Craven for you.

I've got a thermos of coffee
and a couple of blankets in the car.

Eaten all the pizza yet?
No time.

I've been working hard
trying to trace a hammer.

No luck?
Nah.

So how did it go, then?

Recanvassed all the shops
along the strip

near where Zoe Clayton was killed.

No-one saw or heard anything.

Hi, Em. I'm still at work.

Who'd be a copper's girlfriend, eh?
Not me.

I dunno about you guys,
but I'm fast running out of ideas.

In the doghouse, mate?
I've gotta get to the hospital.

My dad's had a stroke.

Thanks for this.
No, it's no problem.

Has he been ill?

No. No, I don't think so.

He's moved into a retirement village.

Oh, right.

It's a nice place. It's more like a resort.
24-hour care, thank God.

If he was still at home...

So they got onto Emma at your place?
Yeah.

We're living together now.

How is he?
Oh, conscious but disorientated.

A little scared, I think.

Oh, your hands are freezing.
I'm fine. Can we go in and see him?

Yeah. They're really strict
about family only in the ICU.

I had to tell them
I was his daughter-in-law.

Well, OK, that's...

Hi.
Hi.

Jen gave me a lift.

You could be Matt's sister
if you wanted to come in.

No, no. You two go on.
I've gotta get back.

OK. Thanks for the lift.
I appreciate it.

That's OK.

Ah. Progress report? Where are we?

Uh, pretty much
where we were last night, Sarge.

Really?
That's not what I wanted to hear.

How was the pub?

Quiet. Where's Matt?

Oh, his father had a stroke
last night. He's at the hospital.

Oh. How bad?
We haven't heard, Sarge.

Stanley Wolfe.
Stanley, it's Justine.

Think I might have something for you.

Oh, yes, Justine. What?
I've just got an email.

About a killing that might be related.

Oh, in Queensland?
Yeah, we know about those.

In Queensl?

No, not in Queensland.
What happened in Queensland?

We think there are two more victims.
It's unconfirmed at this stage.

Oh, my God.

So it is him.

Uh, Justine, what is it?

Detective Senior Sergeant,
can I have a word in your office?

One moment, ma'am.
Now! Please.

Justine, we'll get someone over there.

Sarge, when did we find out
about these Queensland victims?

Last night.

Justine Parker claims she has
new information on Maxwell Craven.

She's at the Sex Workers Cooperative.
You and Simon get over there.

Mattie. Um, how's your dad?

Yeah, he's going to be OK.
He's resting at the moment.

That's good news, man.
That's good news.

Thanks, guys.

You 're back.
Yeah.

I've got to attend
the Jesus Almada autopsy.

Better get over there, then.

I'm really glad your dad's alright, Matt.
Yeah, thanks.

Yep. Understood. I have to go.

Detective Murphy's victim
in Queensland

has woken up and ID'd Craven.

I've had a formal request for us
to arrest him for extradition.

Damn it.

Murphy's been informed and he's
on his way to Craven's house now,

assuming he isn't there already.

So we need someone to attend,
charge him and bring him in,

pending issue of the order.

I can send someone else,
but I thought I'd give you the option.

Thank you.

If you don't want to do it, Stanley,
lunderstand.

No, no, no. I'II... I'll do it.

I spoke to Murphy last night.
He wasn't giving us the whole picture.

There were two more murders up there.

So he was holding out on us.

We both agreed it doesn't matter
who gets the arrest,

as long as Craven goes down.

Morning! Rise and shine, Max!

Craven!

He's not upstairs.
He's gone.

There he is!

Come on. Don't fight it!
It wasn't me!

I didn't do it!
Do what?

Detectives?

Where's Justine Parker?
She should be here.

She phoned me saying
she'd got some information on this guy.

She called us too. You got him?
Yeah, I got him. Go.

Miss Parker?

Justine?

It's the police. Justine!

You stay here.

Justine?

Ohhh.

All she said was she
had the goods on Craven.

She wouldn't tell me what
until I got here.

Oh, there's no hammer.

No, he always leaves the hammer.
No, not this time.

Got him coming out the door
and he didn't have it.

Bring him in and we'll find out
what happened. He'll tell us.

Stanley, he's supposed
to be my prisoner now.

He'll tell us.
We have him this time, Murphy.

Fleeing the scene.
We got him on this one.

OK, you got 24 hours.

Then I charge him
and put in my extradition application.

Thank you.

You 're going to tell us why.
I didn't do it.

What had she found out?

I don't know what you 're talking about.
Where's my lawyer?

You knew we were watching you.

You slipped away and you killed her!
No, I didn't.

What have you done with the hammer?!

You have to believe me.

I... I went there to give her
a piece of my mind

and to make her stop
handing out those flyers.

I'm a scapegoat here.

Senior Sergeant Wolfe
is well within the law

to hold Craven for questioning,
as you well know.

Bottom line, Bernice -

Stanley Wolfe cannot interview
my client without my presence.

Then you 'd better get down there.

Wolfe could be in trouble already,
you know.

And I'll bet it's not the first time.

If I start probing,
who knows what I'll find.

Oh, come on, Valerie.

If you want to run interference,
you 'll have to do better than that.

Is that what you think I'm doing?

I think Craven's assault allegations
against DSS Wolfe are a diversion, yes.

You should recommend to your client

that there are more important things
for him to focus on,

like the fact that he was caught
walking away from a murder scene.

His presence isn't proof of culpability.

No, but it is another strong addition
to his damning course of conduct.

And once my people
are finished with him,

he'll be extradited to Queensland
to face more charges.

So I hope you 've packed
your bikini, Valerie,

'cause Maxwell Craven is gonna
tie up your valuable time for months.

I'll see my client now, if I may.

So he's admitting nothing?

Somehow he found out
what Justine Parker had discovered.

She had proof
that Craven did these killings.

Maybe there was
something on her computer.

Yes, she mentioned something
about an email.

Look here, Sarge.
See this gap in the blood.

Something was taken.
Her laptop.

Get a warrant
to search Craven's mother's house.

He might've had his own computer.
Maybe he got into her files.

What? So now he's a hacker?
Yeah, anything is possible.

But, Sarge, what did he do
with her laptop and the hammer?

'Cause he ran straight into us.
Yeah.

If he was getting rid of proof,
what did he do with it?

Get Crime Scene
to turn the house inside out,

and get onto Justine Parker's internet
service provider for those emails.

And pull her phone records?
Yes.

We know that she phoned me,
she phoned Dr Shearer.

Let's find out if she phoned
anyone else, shall we? Let's go.

Come on.
Ohhh.

Hey. Look at her hair.

What about it?
She's had her roots done.

I saw her yesterday.
She had a fair amount of regrowth.

Skunk hair?
Not today.

She's been to the hairdresser.
And that's important because?

Some women tell their hairdressers
more than they'd tell a priest.

She might have said something.
OK, so let's find her hairdresser.

Jus did seem quieter than normal.

Did she mention anything specific?
Not really.

The recent murder of Zoe Clayton?
No.

A man called Maxwell Craven?

No.
You sure?

Definitely.
I would have remembered that.

Well, she seemed distracted.

She kept checking her watch.

What time was this?

She was my last customer
so it would have been just before 9:00.

Mm-hm.

She said she had to make a phone call.

Did she say to who?
No. I just assumed it was personal.

Well, thanks for coming in,
Mr Lombardi.

Is that it?
Yeah.

I hope I've helped.
Yes. Thanks.

You could really use
a moisturising treatment.

You 're just gorgeous.

How'd you go?
Oh, well, I've got hair like straw.

But Matt is gorgeous.

Did you tell him
you 're a natural blond, mate?

Give it a rest.
We can't all be God's gift to women.

No.

So how are you going
with those phone records?

Marco said that she was pretty
anxious to make a call around 9:00.

Yeah, last night,
to an international number.

44. That's the UK.
What time is it there now?

Uh, it's almost midnight.

9:00 o'clock last night?
Mid morning.

So, 0011-44...
What's the rest of the number?

If it's a business,
it'll probably be closed.

Oh, they might have
a machine or something.

Manchester Police,
PC Norton speaking.

Hello.
Uh, hello.

Yes, this is Detective Senior
Constable Jennifer Mapplethorpe.

The file you requested.
Finally, thanks.

Yes, a phone call
was made to this number...

Hang on, Karen.
There's been a mistake.

Oh, no mistake. It's the file.

What is it?
Holly Bannister's juvenile record.

Don't tell me my girlfriend's
been up to mischief.

What's her form?

Yes, I'll wait.

Prostitution and intentionally
cause serious injury.

She put a guy in hospital,
almost killed him.

Bashed his head in with a brick.

Except back then she wasn't Holly.
What do you mean?

She was David Bannister.
Your girlfriend's a guy.

Crime Scene rang.
No sign of the laptop or the hammer.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

They matched the print
from the coffee cup

they found on the floor
at Justine's office.

Not Craven's?
No. It's Holly Bannister's.

Die!

No!
Die!

- Police!
- Holly, drop it.

Help me!

You 're gonna die!
Drop the hammer.

Holly, let him go.
No, you 're making a mistake.

No, I don't think so. Drop it.

Step away from the doctor.
Drop the hammer now.

Drop it. Step away now.

It's over, Holly.
- Thank God.

You alright, Dr Shearer?

Yes. Thank you.
Oh, good.

'Cause you 're under arrest
for the murder of Justine Parker!

Come on.

I met Justine in a previous life.

When you were David?

Mmm.

I was turning tricks. She was
a working girl. We became friends.

She helped me discover who I was.

You found her body this morning.

Took her a cup of coffee. She
sometimes forgets to have breakfast.

Why did you take her computer?
To check her emails.

I saw her last night on the way home
from the hairdresser's.

She said she had some info
from a prostitute's network in the UK.

I thought there might be something in it
about him, and there was.

And the hammer -
why did you take that?

Well, he's a doctor. She's a whore.

Who are they gonna believe?

I had to make sure justice was done.

She was good to me.
I always loved her for that.

My colleague was in touch
with police in Manchester.

20 years ago
a hooker was brutally murdered.

A fatal blow to the back
of the head... with a hammer.

And then her face was obliterated.

A person of interest
was the prostitute's last client.

A local doctor, Donald Shepherd.

Now, his wife had committed suicide
only a few months earlier.

Here is a surveillance photo.
Can you read the caption, please?

"Donald Shepherd with his son Aiden."

Is that boy you, Dr Shearer?

My mother discovered
he'd been seeing prostitutes for years.

Broke her heart.

She ran a bath and slit both her wrists.

I found her.

They destroy families.
They deserve to die.

Oh, if it's any consolation,
no-one saw this coming.

It isn't.

You admit to killing Justine Parker?

Oh, yes. She'd phoned me.

Said she'd uncovered evidence
of another hammer killing in England,

but she was still trying to verify
the details, so... I had to shut her up.

Then I went home, cleaned up,
came back and met you.

Craven turning up in the interim
was a real bonus.

What about Zoe Clayton?

You kill her as well?
Yeah.

Sweet as a nut.

I killed them all.

And you deliberately set up
Maxwell Craven as a fall guy.

Circumstantial evidence.
Worked before.

And he'd be no great loss.

What about
the murders in Queensland?

The whores kept track of him.
It was hilarious.

They were contributing
to their own annihilation.

Well, when I occasionally
found myself up north

for a conference or a holiday,

I'd find out where Craven was,
go there and clean up some filth.

I'll arrange for another member
to escort Max Craven

to the airport with DSS Murphy.

He's still got
an assault charge to face.

Magicians call it misdirection.

They make you look at one hand

while all the while it's the other hand
you should be paying attention to.

Always have an escape route.
- Doctor!

No! Get him.
Stop him!

He's got a blade.
Hold tight!

It's Homicide. We need an ambulance.

My lawyer's not gonna let this go,
you know.

Yeah, right.

She's got a mate in Queensland
who's gonna sort it out for me.

Oh, good for you.

Now, I get the aisle seat
and the armrest,

and I don't wanna hear another word
out of you until we get to Brissie.

Understood?

Stanley.

We're just waiting for our ride.
We're on the 7:00 o'clock flight.

Right.
I heard what happened.

Crazy bastard.
Mmm.

Here's my chauffeur.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Craven, I know you 've been through
a hell of a lot.

Oi!

It's alright. Let it go.

I'm fine, Duncan.

Thanks for your concern.

Everyone makes mistakes, Sarge.
Goes with the territory.

Main thing is
it's over and we got the guy.

Justine Parker's parents live
in Adelaide. I called them.

They said, for them,
Justine died years ago.

Forgiveness.

It's the hardest thing.

Yeah, it is.

Goodnight, Duncan.

Night, Sarge.