All language subtitles for Episode 01 Reward Day

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.