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Take your time, Eugene.

Tell us exactly what happened.

Ben Kelton and I were transporting the prisoner.

I turned off the freeway.

Would've been about 20 k's from the prison when Lynch pulled the gun.

Sean Lynch?

That's right.

Lynch forced us out of the car.

He was crazy.

We tried talking sense into him.

Ben was pleading with him.

Lynch demanded the keys.

I chucked them to him,

and while he was distracted, Ben pulled his gun.

Lynch shot him in cold blood.

That's when I turned to run.

And that's when he shot you.

I blacked out.

When I came to...

..Lynch was gone.

Ben was dead.

It's his little girl's birthday today.

Prisoner on the run, armed and dangerous.

The public have been advised against approaching him.

We need to find him fast.

Uniforms and the dog squad

are scouring the area near the shooting site,

but Lynch had a half-an-hour head start before the alarm was raised.

And that was three hours ago, before the rain set in.

It's a forensic nightmare out there.

No chance of the dogs picking up a scent. He's long gone.

How did he get a gun? One of the guards?

Nope. Guards' guns weren't fired.

So we have to assume Lynch picked up his own weapon en route.

Department of Corrections has an account

with West Shore petrol station.

According to Eugene Ashton, when they got there,

Lynch said he needed to go to the loo.

Ben Kelton went with him. Eugene Ashton stayed to fill the car.

Any security footage from the petrol station?

Only on the pumps and the register. Not on the loos.

Why was he out anyway?

He had a reward day.

Prisoners who have stayed out of trouble for 12 months

are rewarded with a day back in the community.

What bleeding heart thought that was a good idea?

So, does Lynch know anyone on the outside

that could give him a helping hand?

His girlfriend and mother of his two children - Kylie Barnett.

She's got form for drugs and prostitution.

We've had surveillance on her house, but...

Too smart to go back there, surely.

So, bring her in for a chat.

Allie, could you help Rhys track down any old associates?

Anyone he might be tempted to contact.

Will do.

Duncan and Nick - start at the prison.

I'll set up a meeting with Melissa Gordon, the governor.

Sorry to keep you. Mel Gordon.

I'm Detective Freeman. Detective Buchanan.

Terrible bloody business.

I was just talking to Natalie, Ben Kelton's wife.

How is she? In shock. Like all of us.

Any leads? Sightings?

None that have panned out.

Can you tell us how a prisoner like Sean Lynch gets a reward day?

Don't blame me. That's the old regime.

Us warders have been fighting to get rid of that for years.

Guess they'll listen to me now I'm acting governor.

We need to interview any prisoners that had contact with Lynch.

Can you organise that, please? No probs.

When do you want to start? Now.

OK. I'll draw up a list. Bugger of a job.

Why is that? Lynch worked in the prison clinic.

He had contact with most of the prisoners at one stage or another.

Bugger.

What about his girlfriend Kylie? Did she visit often?

Regular. Once a month.

I promise. The first I knew is when I saw it on the TV.

You visited your boyfriend last month.

That's right. I visit him every month. Have done for seven years.

I love Sean. Always have, always will.

He's changed too. He's reformed.

He shot a prison guard in the chest.

I don't believe he did that.

Well, then, who did, Kylie? Guards' guns were never fired.

It doesn't make sense.

I mean, we had plans for when he got out.

Did Sean tell you of any escape plans

the last time you visited him?

No.

You expect us to believe that? It's the truth. Now, can I go?

I need to pick up my kids from school.

This is a murder investigation, not just an escape.

You understand that, Kylie?

Your only chance of staying out of jail and keeping your kids

is to tell us the truth.

I am.

You heard the question, Frank. Did you know Sean Lynch?

I'm guessing "no comment".

Thanks for your time.

Who's next on the list? You're kidding me.

What? Dane Majors.

Bet he's going to be happy to see you.

Hey, Dane. I'm Detective Freeman. You know Detective Buchanan.

Been a while, hasn't it, Dane?

It's been 10 years.

Do you want to come and take a seat so we can get the interview started?

We're going to ask you a few questions about Sean Lynch.

I'm not talking to him.

Well, fair enough. Talk to me.

Why?

Because... because I'm not him.

Do you want to take a seat? Won't take too much of your time.

Please?

Thank you.

How well do you know Sean Lynch?

Not well.

Do you ever cross paths in the yard?

No.

What about at the clinic, where he was working?

I keep myself fit. I don't need the clinic.

You hear any whispers about Sean Lynch's plan to escape?

No.

This must be killing you. We'll get him.

Yeah.

Yeah, you always get your man, don't you?

But it must be killing you there's no-one you can fit up for this one.

That's still your specialty.

All this time to think...

..and you haven't changed a bit.

Get him out of here.

How'd you go?

You know. An afternoon spent rubbing shoulders with humanity's finest.

Nick got to catch up with an old mate, Dane Majors.

Is that the guy who killed his wife? Cricket legend?

Prize arsehole.

Bashed his wife's head in with a... golf club?

Five iron. Did he have anything on Lynch?

Nothing he'll give us.

OK, updates. How'd you go at the prison?

Most of the prisoners played dumb. But we got a few leads.

What about the rest of you?

We're going through Kylie Barnett's finances,

but there's no large sums in or out,

so it doesn't look like she's feeding him any cash.

Well, this might stir things up a little.

Commander Waverley has authorised a $100,000 reward for information.

Sean Lynch puts a bullet through the chest of a guard

and we have to pay a reward to get someone to step forward?

Someone somewhere must have seen Lynch.

Superintendent Jarvis will be holding a press conference

in half an hour.

Nick, Duncan, I want you to join him. A show of strength.

Did Lynch kill that guard?

Did the police let a killer get away?

How much money is being spent to track him down?

Yes, thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Let me remind you

that prison guard Ben Kelton

was a loving husband and devoted father.

Ben went to work today to serve the community and did not return.

We are offering a $100,000 reward for any information

leading to the capture and conviction of Sean Lynch.

Lynch's girlfriend said that Ben Kelton was killed by another officer

in the course of the escape.

That is totally without foundation.

Will there be an independent inquiry?

No, there will not. So, you're saying the police...

I am saying that Sean Lynch is definitely dangerous,

possibly armed,

and should not be approached or confronted.

If he is sighted, please contact Crime Watch or 000.

Thank you very much.

They give maggots a bad name.

Detective Buchanan. I'm Juliette Gardiner from the 'Tribune'.

Can I ask you a few questions? Sure.

The more we get the story out, the more chance we have of finding Lynch.

Actually, it's about another case. I'm doing a feature on Dane Majors.

It's coming up to 10 years since Dane's conviction.

Yeah, I know.

I thought you might be able to give me an insider's perspective

on the investigation that locked up cricket's golden boy.

As far as I'm concerned, the Dane Majors story is over.

Yeah, I know you have a job to do, but mine is finding Sean Lynch.

In case you change your mind.

I'm happy to work in with you.

She's cute.

She's a journo.

How is it that the entire state police department

are unable to track down one man?

His picture's on every paper and every TV screen

this side of the equator.

Now we can see where our taxpayers' money's going.

They're paying us to do their job.

You cannot treat journalists with contempt

and expect their cooperation.

"Cops can't find killer." "We're not safe in our beds."

So? They're morons. I warned you, Terry.

But you went in there with your hackles up.

What do you expect me to do? Offer them tea and biscuits?

Massage their ego? A little wooing goes a long way.

The media unit is having conniptions and rightly so.

I gave those maggots a very simple 'murderer on the loose' story.

Even a monkey could spit that out.

Well, the story the monkeys have spat out

is about the incompetence of the state police.

Hey, hey. My mob are working their arses off out there.

It's not me you've got to convince, Terry.

It is the press that we need onside.

Alan Sullivan, from the 'Tribune',

has made a complaint to the media unit.

One of his reporters wants to interview Nick Buchanan

about an old case.

It seems he's said no.

I can't have Buchanan waltzing around giving interviews while we're...

This isn't a matter of choice, Terry.

I have spoken to Sullivan myself.

He has agreed to revisit his coverage

if Buchanan speaks to the reporter.

Make sure it happens.

Commissioner. Good mor...

Nicholas.

Heard there was a journo chasing you for a story.

She's chasing something.

Juliette Gardiner from the 'Tribune'.

She wants to talk to me for a feature she's doing on Dane Majors.

I told her I didn't have the time. Yeah, well, you do now.

Time for a bit of mutual back-scratching.

The 'Tribune' will hold back on the cop-bashing

if you grant this Miss Gardiner an interview about Dane Majors.

Soon as you can.

The rest of you, find Sean Lynch and all this is over.

Sir, we might have something. I'm all ears, Sergeant.

Our dead prison guard's wife worked up the courage

to go through her husband's personal effects this morning

and, um, his mobile phone's missing.

No, I checked his stuff at the morgue. There was a mobile there.

Yeah, but he had two phones. You saw his work phone.

But he also had a personal phone, and that's missing.

And it was used to make a call at 9:01 yesterday morning.

Dead men don't make phone calls.

So, our runaway prisoner has Ben's phone.

And look who he called.

Kylie Barnett. The girlfriend.

Accessory to murder, Kylie? That's serious time.

You can say goodbye to your home. You can say goodbye to your kids.

Leave my kids out of this. Well, try cooperating.

I haven't done anything wrong.

You spoke to Sean on the phone. You lied to us.

You didn't ask me about that. Don't be smart.

You took a call from your boyfriend after he murdered Ben Kelton.

All I did was answer the phone. To a criminal on the run.

To my boyfriend.

No-one is going to believe that's all you did.

Neither do we, sweetheart. That's not my problem, is it?

Where's Lynch?! I don't know!

OK.

What did he say when he called you?

All he said was he was free.

Crap.

That's all he said. Then I hung up. Why? Was it a signal?

Because I was scared.

I understand why Sean wanted to get out of there.

But if I got involved...

My kids are my first priority now.

Come on, Kylie! You knew the escape was on.

No.

You planted the gun. No!

You know where he is now! Do I?

You'd do anything for him, wouldn't you?

Where's Lynch? I don't know!

I didn't do this. I don't know where he is.

You can show my photo to as many people as you like.

I've never been anywhere near that petrol station.

I didn't plant any gun. I didn't help him escape.

So, you either charge me or you let me go home to my kids.

Tough little nut. We're gonna have to let her go.

She might be more use to us out there on the streets,

where we can keep an eye on her.

I'll get Buchanan to follow it up as soon as they're finished.

Buchanan's not available, mate.

Is there something I should know?

You should know he's being sent down to the 'Tribune'

to give them chapter and verse on the Dane Majors case

while we're still trying to catch a killer on the run.

Well, I'll tell you what, Nick. You haven't changed a bit.

When did I see you last?

The night Dane Majors was convicted, wasn't it?

10 years ago this month.

Jeez, we put it away that night, didn't we?

We had something to celebrate, Alan.

Look, mate, I know you're here under sufferance

and I really do appreciate it,

but you get this Majors piece done

and the paper will be behind the police effort 100%.

This feature isn't some kind of sympathy piece?

Start of a move to get Majors out? Now, don't be like that.

There's no love for Majors around here.

We just want to talk to the principal people

to see how they're feeling now.

I've got one of the girls working the piece.

We met. She's good but she's not hardnose.

So, don't worry - Majors will come out of this

smelling like last week's fish dinner.

Here she is now. Be nice to her. She's a good kid.

Detective Buchanan.

It's Nick, and he doesn't bite - much.

So, you'll give us an on-the-record interview?

That's the deal. I was pressed for time yesterday. Sorry.

Come on, Nick.

You and I both know you'd rather be chasing a killer than talking to me.

YOU come on. He loves talking to you. Everybody does.

Sure, Al.

So, can we do this?

Is it OK if I record this? Sure.

OK. We're recording.

Detective Buchanan,

do you ever think about Dane Majors 10 years later?

No.

Never? Never.

Why is that?

In Homicide, we lock up a lot of killers.

You feel sympathy for some of them,

because they've killed in a moment of passion.

They... regret what they've done.

That wasn't Dane Majors.

So, you've wiped him from your memory bank?

It's the victims and their families we care about.

I still see Graham Proctor. Tanya Majors' father.

Yeah, I call him once a month or so. See how he's going.

How is he going? His life's been ruined, Juliette.

His daughter was murdered.

And that's all I could think about when I saw Dane Majors yesterday.

Yesterday?

We interviewed prisoners who'd had contact with Sean Lynch.

Well, how did seeing Majors make you feel?

Angry.

Why angry?

Because he's alive and his poor bloody wife isn't.

And all the pain he caused for those left behind.

OK.

You received a lot of media attention during the Majors trial.

I was working with Senior Sergeant Bruce Dalton at the time.

He led the investigation.

But you presented the police evidence in court.

I lost count of how many days I spent in that court.

No wonder the media noticed me.

You don't think it was because you were young and good-looking?

Better-looking than Bruce Dalton.

Maybe.

Have I embarrassed you? I'm sorry.

Are you interviewing Dane Majors for this story?

I hope to be. Waiting on prisoner lockdown to be lifted.

Let me tell you how that'll go. First of all, he'll tell you he's innocent.

Jails are full of innocent prisoners, right?

That's right. And he never admitted his guilt.

Then he'll try and charm you. Because I'm a woman.

Because you're young. And better-looking than me.

Now you're embarrassing ME.

Don't be taken in by Majors' charm.

Thanks for the tip.

How did your interview go? OK. Waste of time, really.

Duncan's waiting for you downstairs. Sorry?

One of your prisoners who clammed up on you. Wants to spill his guts.

So, Frank, it seems that you have something to tell us

about Sean Lynch after all.

You have to speak for the tape, Frank.

Yeah.

Last time we spoke to you, the table did more talking than you, Frank.

Frank.

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell us the first time?

I was scared.

You don't look like the type that scares very easily, Frank.

Everyone was scared of Sean Lynch. What, even you?

Yeah.

So, you giving us this information now

has nothing to do with the reward being offered?

You are simply offering us this information

out of the goodness of your heart?

But if it's good, I'll get some dough, right?

What have you got, Frank?

OK.

You didn't hear this from me.

Listen, mate, what you need to do is TALK UP FOR THE TAPE!

OK! Good.

Lynch escaped, right? Right.

I was surprised. I didn't expect it.

Why didn't you expect it, Frank?

You know, there's a big drug problem in there.

Prisoners are dropping like flies.

Isn't that the same in every prison?

Not like this. And I've been in a few.

I bet you have. Come on, Frank!

You're trying my patience. What's this got to do with Sean Lynch?

Why didn't you think he wanted to escape?

He had a good thing going, didn't he?

All he had to do was stick it out a few years

and he'd be set up for life.

He was part of the drug ring? He WAS the drug ring.

Ran the whole thing.

You need to talk to the prison doc.

We've had some drug-related deaths.

Six in the last year and a half and four in the last seven months.

There are always drugs in jails.

It's just... an unfortunate fact of life.

You OK there, Dr Powell?

I have a slight flu.

Sean Lynch worked in the prison clinic, correct?

So?

So, he would have had access to drugs.

The safe was kept locked. I have the only key.

We've never had any scheduled drugs go missing.

We're not talking about valium, Doctor. We're talking heroin.

He would have had easy access to drug paraphernalia.

You know, syringes, etc.

It's possible.

Do you have any knowledge that Sean Lynch was dealing drugs?

No.

Were you aware he was planning an escape?

I was stunned when I heard what happened.

Was Lynch close to any other inmates?

None I'm aware of since Craig Ramage was paroled.

Who? Craig Ramage, the prison hard man.

He kept Sean Lynch under his wing.

Was Ramage dealing drugs?

Look, I told you, I know nothing about drugs.

I'm trying to be helpful here.

I'm sure Ramage helped Lynch get the job in the clinic.

Where's Ramage now? I don't know.

He was released two years ago.

Is there anything else you need from me?

I really need to get home to bed.

You ever use drugs yourself? No. Course not.

I've seen a lot of junkies in my time.

And right now, that's what you look like.

That's an outrageous allegation!

Well, look, Doctor, if you think of anything else, give us a call.

Let's get a tail on Ramage. OK.

How'd you go?

Couple of new angles.

Juliette Gardiner. Wanting to see if I'm up for a drink.

She'll probably only want to talk shop. Got too much on anyway.

Craig Ramage's mug shot. You ought to see this.

He's got a history of drugs and violence. Yeah, nice guy.

Someone only a mother could love.

Let's get that surveillance happening.

Well, our doctor's definitely suss.

I'm not buying his flu story for a second. He's using.

What does the prison governor have to say about all this?

Dr Powell, the drugs, Craig Ramage?

She's been cracking down on security since she was promoted.

Things have improved, but the drugs are still getting in.

Well, how are they getting in? Ramage?

Well, he's possible. He used to visit Sean inside.

But my bet's the good doctor,

because he comes and goes as he pleases.

Uniform's got a call out to a drug overdose.

They found your card in the victim's pocket.

He was found in his home by his cleaner?

Yep. The needle was still in his arm.

Time of death? Around midnight.

Give or take an hour.

He was a long-time user.

There aren't any tracks on his arms,

but inside his thighs, between his toes.

I lost count.

So, why did he suddenly decide to inject in his arm?

He didn't.

There are four needle marks that missed the vein

right next to the one that finally hit paydirt.

See these marks? He was tied up or handcuffed.

Cuffed would be my guess.

The doctor was murdered?

This is everything that I could find on Dr Powell.

Um, resume, personnel file, phone records,

car usage, medical and nonmedical contact.

When did you speak to him last?

Um, a phone call late yesterday afternoon.

What did you talk about?

After what your detectives told me, putting drug testing in place.

How did he seem?

Stressed.

Are you hearing anything from the prisoners or the prison officers

since we announced the reward?

Well, it's got everyone talking,

which was the point, of course, but nothing credible.

And what can you tell us about Craig Ramage?

According to Dr Powell, he and Lynch were mates.

He is a dangerous bastard with a very high opinion of himself.

But for someone who's spent their life behind bars,

you wonder why.

I think it's time we brought Ramage in.

You're a hard man, aren't you, Craig?

I can look after myself.

Look after Sean Lynch?

Who?

Comedian. -Come on, Craig.

We both know you were his closest friend.

Probably his only friend.

Can I go?

Where's Lynch?

Haven't you found him yet?

Doesn't make you look too good, does it?

If you're hiding him or you know where he is,

you'll go straight back inside.

And with your record, they'll throw away the key, Craig.

Even if I knew where he was, I wouldn't tell you.

I'm no dog.

Not even for 100 grand?

What 100 grand?

I told you he'd be tempted.

There's a reward.

You give us information leading to the arrest of Sean Lynch

and you get a big chunk of 100 large ones.

What do you say?

Ready to get out the big purse, Bernice?

Let's just wait and see.

Craig...

100 G.

I don't know anything.

You jinxed it.

Yeah. Jarvis.

Wait! Hey!

Bugger me. Thanks.

Just found Sean Lynch. Bullet in the head. Been dead two days.

So, Lynch couldn't have killed Dr Powell.

So, who killed Powell? Who killed Lynch?

Have another go at this scumbag, Stan.

Bring the girlfriend back in again.

Why won't you bastards let me see him?!

Sean.

My beautiful, gorgeous love.

You knew exactly where Sean Lynch was.

No, I didn't.

We know Sean contacted you after he escaped.

He told you where he was. No. I told you what he said.

What, that he was free, and then you hung up?

That's right. You're lying.

Sean Lynch went to you after he escaped, thinking he was safe.

You double-crossed him. He didn't come anywhere near me!

You went to see him? No!

You got the drop on him, and then bang!

You bastard! You've got no idea!

You don't know what you're talking about!

Sit down, Kylie. You're just filthy.

Sit down!

Well, Sean Lynch is a friend of yours, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. He was a good bloke. How well did you know him?

I just knew him, OK?

Come on, Kylie. He visited you all the time.

He might have. Were you lovers?

No. It was my mate's woman.

That'd be against your principles, Craig? Screwing your mate's woman?

Yeah, it would!

I didn't sleep with Craig!

He was nice to us. He bought the kids stuff.

I never had sex with him. Ever!

Is that why Sean busted out? Because he found out?

There was nothing TO find out.

Boss.

Hello. Kingston. You'd better have some good news.

We just did another doorknock in Kylie's neighbourhood.

A lot of people weren't home when the uniforms did their first pass.

And?

Woman up the street from Kylie reckons

she's definitely got a boyfriend.

Apparently he's there all the time. Did you get a description?

Yeah. A pretty good one.

We brought her in - she just picked out his photo.

Did she ID Craig Ramage? Not him.

The wounded prison guard, Eugene Ashton.

Hello, Eugene.

Our dead prisoner's girlfriend

and the prison officer he wounded whilst making his escape.

What is the connection?

The neighbours assumed it was her boyfriend.

Assumed? Made sense.

Kylie visits Lynch in prison, meets Eugene,

they start talking, hook up on the outside.

Yeah, I'm thinking more that Kylie and Eugene

were both in on the drug scam.

Kylie was the drug mule. She's bringing in the supply.

Eugene turns a blind eye for a cut.

Either way, they could have both helped him escape.

Or killed him when he did.

Extend the surveillance on both of their movements around the clock.

Rhys and Allie, you take Eugene.

I'll get Matt and Duncan to trail Kylie.

And me, Sarge? You've done your bit for today.

Get some rest.

I've been at the 'Tribune' for a couple of years.

It's not too bad.

Alan Sullivan's a fantastic editor.

He's pretty tough.

But with a heart of gold.

You know what he's like. I was terrified of him at first.

But then you stood up to him and he learned to respect you.

I wish! I just kept out of his way.

Hadn't seen you around before this week.

I've never been given a chance at police rounds.

I'm in the 'human interest stories with heart' box.

Dane Majors. Wife-killer.

Alan thinks I get people to pour out their hearts,

that I'm a good listener.

So it'll be Dane, family and the friends,

cops.

I'm not much of a talker.

Come on. You gave me great stuff yesterday.

How it feels to be a homicide cop.

Don't normally spout off like that.

I'm the "get them to pour out their heart" girl, remember?

To a good story.

To a good story.

One for the road?

Shouldn't have a late one.

OK.

Just one, then.

And I said, "Look, you can't do that."

And he went ahead and did it anyway,

and he got cheese in his ear.

You are really not going to talk to me, are you?

If you talk to me about work, I'll talk about work.

Well, that's not strictly true, is it?

I offer a theory about work, and you flat-out disagree with it.

Or you disagree with me! So you're agreeing with me now?

I just think the Kylie-Eugene relationship theory is the best.

And I still think Eugene's in on it and Kylie's the drug mule.

OK. So who killed Lynch? I don't know!

Rival drug gang.

How'd they know where to find him?

Alright. Well, you have to at least agree with me on this.

Eugene Ashton is in there getting a great night's sleep

and we're out here freezing our arses off.

I'm not cold.

Doing it up, room by room.

Haven't started on the upstairs yet.

So, you're a closet tradie?

I like it.

Have you got a tool belt?

Are you taking the piss? Yes.

So, give me a tour. What rooms are finished?

Yeah. Well.

The, living room.

Comfy.

Kitchen.

Good. Got to eat.

Bathroom.

So you wash. Even better.

And... bedroom.

And I thought you people never sleep.

I read it in the paper.

You don't believe what you read in the papers, do you?

Marty. Are you as bored as we are?

Alright. No worries. We're on it.

What's happening?

Kylie Barnett's on the move.

Where? Here.

There's Eugene.

I don't think she wants to talk to him. Go.

I'm going to kill you, bastard! Just calm down!

How do you think you can get away with it?!

Come here, you maggot!

I'm gonna get you. Come here!

Kylie, stop! Police! Police!

Stop, Kylie!

Kylie! Stop!

I'm gonna kill you, you gutless prick!

Are you OK, Eugene? If it's the last thing I do!

Good. You're coming with us. Come on.

Why were you trying to kill Eugene Ashton?

Tidying up the last loose ends?

Was it you that killed Sean and Dr Powell?

No.

But you were involved with the drug ring, weren't you?

My kids have got to eat somehow.

So, why were you trying to kill him?

You were in business together.

Or was it something more personal?

He killed my beautiful Sean.

And he killed that other guard too.

What's going on here? Sorry, mate.

He was supposed to help Sean get away, but...

..he shot him.

And then the bastard called me.

No, no, no. He's fine.

He told me Sean was fine.

And all along, he'd killed him.

That's total crap!

Every word.

I didn't kill Sean Lynch!

It does answer some questions, Eugene.

Come on! You can't believe that skank!

You mean your business partner? She told us about the drugs, Eugene.

Still leaving some blanks.

We've got a scenario we'd like to run by you.

Once new management came in, you got scared.

Had to shut the whole thing down, 'cause you knew you'd get caught.

And the only way to do that properly was to purge the whole set-up.

There was no gun left at the petrol station,

and we think Ben Kelton was just unlucky - wrong place, wrong time.

I didn't kill anyone. I swear.

You've got a credibility problem, Eugene.

We're going to go for double homicide for starters.

Then we'll try and nail the murder of Clive Powell on you as well.

Powell? Murdered. Yesterday.

But you'd know that, because you stuck the needle in his arm.

I d... I didn't!

Hang on. How do you explain this? I was shot from behind.

Lynch thought you'd let him go, so, what -

did he agree to injure you first,

to make it look like you tried to stop him?

No.

It's over, Eugene. You've got it wrong.

We don't think so. I swear to God, you've got it wrong.

OK. Well, we're listening.

I want to make a deal first.

I can't go to jail. An ex-guard? They'll kill me in there.

You've murdered anyone, Eugene - no deal.

I didn't. I didn't kill anyone.

Make a deal.

I'll tell you everything I know.

Didn't see this one coming. Here we go.

Come on! Get real.

This is from a confessed drug dealer and liar.

Of course he's going to try to put it on me.

I'm his worst nightmare! You know, you did a good job, Mel.

We actually bought your act. We thought you were the real deal.

He has no proof and no motive.

It's a crock!

Well, blackmail's a motive. A pretty bloody good one.

You were running the drug ring with Lynch and Eugene,

only Lynch got greedy.

He wanted a bigger slice of the pie, or he's gonna dump you in it.

So you came up with the plan.

You told him you were going to let him escape.

You were never going to let him get away, were you?

Sorry, mate.

Nice touch, but, who's going to wear it?

You.

It's me. Slight change of plan.

Sean's going to ground until the heat dies down.

No, no, no. He's fine.

Jesus!

It needs to look believable.

Tell them you tried to get away after he shot Kelton.

You can't prove any of this.

It is my word against a drug dealer's.

You said you were driving home at the time of the shooting?

I said it because I was.

In your own car? That's right.

You usually take the Bolte Bridge, right?

We've got your eTag statement.

But on that day, you did not. Why was that?

Saving on toll.

Disposing of Lynch's body.

Come on! My patience is at an end.

Melissa.

What's this?

Your fatal mistake, Melissa.

You didn't turn your phone off.

And when it's on, it logs on to the nearest towers.

They're the records

from the two nearest to where Kelton and Lynch were shot

and where Lynch's body was dumped.

We've highlighted the interesting bits.

It places you at both scenes at exactly the right time.

I will fight this every step of the way.

So will we.

Melissa Gordon,

I'm charging you with the murders of Sean Lynch,

Ben Kelton and Dr Clive Powell.

You're not required to say anything.

But anything you do say may be given in evidence.

You didn't report my case at the time.

I would have remembered.

So, Dane...

..what would you like to say to the world?

Why should I tell you anything?

Because I can print your side of the story.

You work for Alan Sullivan.

My side of the story will only get twisted into what he wants.

I don't have an axe to grind. I'll write the story honestly.

Yeah, right. Dane...

I trust you, then I end up reading

I'm a monster who killed my beautiful wife.

Tell me what happened...

..and I give you my word I will not distort the truth.

So you'd believe me if I told you I was set up?

By who? The cops.

Which cops? The two Homicide cops.

I've spoken to Nick Buchanan.

And how well do you know him?

So, you're saying Bruce Dalton and Nick Buchanan set you up?

How? They planted evidence.

I'm glad you dropped around.

It's a nice way to end the day.

You're really not much of a talker, are you?

Sorry. That's OK.

I'll just bug you with questions.

I thought the interview was over. Call me curious.

Seriously. Is this for your article?

No. It's for me.

I want to get to know you better.

Is it a crime?

No.

I'm just not used to...

What, people showing an interest?

Talking about my work.

It's a pretty closed shop, isn't it?

Guess so.

Sorry.

Juliette Gardiner.

You're doing a story on the Dane Majors murder trial.

Who am I speaking with?

Don't worry about that.

I've got some information you'll be interested in.

What? Not on the phone.

Meet me in 20 minutes.

Car park at the corner of George and King streets. Level one.

Who was that?

Work.

Not at this hour? Always the detective.

I got a tip-off.

Anything I should know about?

No.

But I should probably get going.

Miss Gardiner.

Hello?

You said you have some information

about the Dane Majors case.

There are people involved who have a lot to lose.

Well, you came to me.

What do you want me to know?

Nick Buchanan.

He's not as clean as you think.