All language subtitles for After the Night s01e01_Engish

I can't imagine the horror of waking
up to a stranger,

standing over the bed.

Growing up in the 50s, 60s,

in those days,
I never thought of murder.

There was never a concern
for safety.

- Perth was the most isolated city,
some say, in the world.

- It was a million miles
from everywhere.

It still is.

- There was a well-developed sense
of community.

People didn't worry much about
children playing outside,

or how late they were for tea.

There was a sense of self-assurance.

- Nobody locked their doors.

- We didn't think of shutting
windows or anything.

- In the 60s, I was a detective
and it was very boring.

- But something incredibly evil
started happening in our community.

- There were seven girls hit
by some maniac driver.

- I saw the lights.

I thought,
"Oh my God, he's going to hit me."

This is where I found her
bleeding to death.

- And there was a strangler.

I woke up. This figure appeared.

I just started screaming.

(SCREAMS)

- Then there were shooting murders.

- On a Saturday evening,

five people have been shot
in the Perth metropolitan area,

(GUNSHOT)

without any apparent motive.

- Eight murders
and fourteen attempted murders.

- The town was abuzz with
a serial killer on the loose.

- The police were getting
desperate to catch him.

And the police believed
it was Alan Ellis.

- Daryl Beamish

- and John Button.

- The police turned around and said,

'Why did you do it?'

I was trying not to panic,

but they weren't believing
what I was saying.

Bloody stupid lies.

Now that bloke Button
is bloody guilty.

- I believe there was a big
cover up

and three young men
were sitting in prison.

Innocently.

- Guilty of manslaughter,

guilty of murder.

He wasn't guilty of any counts.

This was terrorising Perth.

- Perth changed completely.

- It was never the same again.

- It was like a stone in a pond.

The ripples affected
all these people

for a very long time.

- There's been some very,
very hurtful things done.

- I'm finding it harder to go on.

- You either carry on
or you go down.

Well I chose to go up.

- My Dad emotionally was absent.

I held resentment.

I don't think you will ever find
your freedom.

- But I didn't do it.

I don't believe it.

Button's guilty as hell.

So you run, run, run

From everything you are

And you're lost

With every scar

And you say my name
like it's a game

But you can't hide

I see you there

Behind the lies

You never know the pain

It comes and goes

In ways that cannot
be erased

It only fades away

Long enough to remember

The price we paid

- Patricia Vinico Berkman.

They called her Pnina,
and also Penny.

She was my Mum.

I remember only crying once
by myself when I was eight,

and I realised
that my mother was gone.

And I sat by myself somewhere

and I cried, and I cried,
and I cried, and I cried.

That's the only thing I remember.

- Pnina Berkman.

She was a part-time model.

She worked in a city store,
in the cosmetics department.

Well that night she'd been to dinner
with her boyfriend.

Top radio announcer.

A young man called Photis Huntis.

The couple had then returned
to her flat,

and they'd gone to bed together.

He then left.

That was the last time
he ever saw her, I guess.

The murder was discovered by Photis.

He was driving to work,
and he saw a window was open

and the front door was open.

So he stopped and checked it out
and to his horror,

he found his dying girlfriend
gasping near the door.

She was actually still alive
when Photis found her,

but she died very soon afterwards.

The intruder stabbed her
once through the face

and once through the chest.

And she had fought her attacker
really to the death.

She had put up a very,
very good fight,

but no one can survive
an eight-inch blade

going into their heart.

Even after the intruder had left,
she managed to crawl to the door.

She just couldn't go any further.

The night of the tragedy,
I wasn't there.

I was sleeping with another family.

The Millikan family.

- That hedge wasn't there.
- No.

It was all just wide open.

- Tell me how you felt
when you learnt the news.

Oh, God.

Just couldn't, well,
couldn't believe it at first,

because, I mean, it didn't happen
to people you knew, you know?

Horrific.

She and her husband were divorced.

And she came over here
from the eastern states.

I think she wanted to start
a new life over here.

She was very vivacious.

She was very, very friendly.

Very beautiful.

- Just like a movie star.
- Yeah.

- She was, actually, wasn't she?
- Yeah.

So she was like a big sister to me,
and we just loved her, you know.

But what was really sad

Penny's son, Mark,

my mother was babysitting Mark
at our place.

- Yeah, I was interviewed
by the police and...

..I'm recalling they showed me
a few knives.

And asked me...

..if I can see a knife
that belonged to us,

and I said no.

- And then Mum wanted him
to stay with us, but the police,

they organised for his father
to come across to get him.

The only thing, I asked my father,
"What happened to Mum?"

and he said,
"A madman did something to Mum."

He didn't even say the word.

I don't remember anything
about Mother.

I've got a total blackout.

Yeah, I want to see ...

I want to see her face in my mind,
and I can't.

All of a sudden, you lose a mother.

One day you see her,
the next day you don't.

And then something
happens in your mind.

- Well at that point,

Pnina Berkman's killer
had not been found

but the police,
they thought they knew who it was.

Her boyfriend, Photis Huntis.

And he was another foreigner.

He'd come from Greece.

He wasn't one of us.

But he was with her
the night before.

The neighbours in fact confirmed
he was there the night before

and he went back to Greece.

He'd really cast suspicion
on himself by leaving the country,

and in those days, you left
the country, you were out of reach.

So the police let it be known
that they knew who'd done it.

They just didn't have the evidence
to catch him.

- Remember this one?
This was actually --

I do.

Oh yes.

- Could you read that headline

and tell me what you remember
about that one?

Nude Divorcee...

- Thirty-three...

- Slain in Flat.

Yeah. Pretty tragic.

We weren't used to that
sort of thing.

No. Things like that didn't
happen in Perth.

The way she was murdered
was terrible.

I think you think
what they've gone through that's ...

Yes.

The terrible fear
that they must have had.

Oh, absolutely.

- Pnina Berkman,
it was alarm-raising.

But it didn't change our ways,
because she wasn't one of us.

- And people who lived
in the Western Suburbs of Perth

didn't relate to her.

She was looked on as immoral.

- She was a divorcee,

doing what you weren't allowed to do
in those days.

She'd been discovered, goodness me,
having sex before marriage.

That to us was always
quite a dreadful thing to do.

- Big no-no.
- Absolutely. (LAUGHS)

- Things have changed.
- Yes.

And she lived in South Perth,
which was a long way in those days

from the very comfortable
Western Suburbs.

It was the other side of the river,
which was good.

Not Western Suburbs side.

- I've heard people
talk about Perth,

then there's the Western Suburbs.

What are the Western Suburbs?

- Cottesloe, Swanbourne,
Peppermint Grove,

Dalkeith, Nedlands, Claremont.

The golden triangle, if you like.

- What do they mean when people
distinguish the Western Suburbs?

Um, I think they often mean that...

..perhaps they're more
the upper-class suburbs.

I'm not really sure.

Although we regard people
from the south of Perth

as just living in the south of Perth
for no other reason.

- We've got the ocean, and the river
very close to where we live.

- The parents of the kids
were largely professionals.

Teachers, engineers, managers,
accountants, architects.

There was a different
class separation.

We were a bit insular,
here in the Western Suburbs.

And the river acted
as quite a large barrier

and we treated people who lived
on the other side of the river

as in a different country, almost.

So the rest of Perth suburbs

they seemed to think
that we were a bit...

we thought we were better than them.

- I mean, actually people said,
"Which side did she live?"

- Yeah.

- And if you were that side,
well, it wasn't so good.

Yes.

- It was a bit snobby.
- It was very snobby.

- Yes, yes.
- Perth was snobby. Yes.

- It was, yes. Very.

- Would you describe it
as a safer place?

- The Western Suburbs,
absolutely a safe place.

Safer than any part of Perth,
no question about it.

- Nine months later,

another young woman
murdered in her bed.

The victim in this case
was Jillian Brewer,

twenty-two-year-old heiress.

- Oh, my god.

Jillian Brewer?

This was a real shock.

That really hit home because
she lived in the Western Suburbs.

She was one of us.

I love it!

(QUIETLY) I love this. Oh, Yes.

- Poor Jillian Brewer had been hit
with the back of a tomahawk.

And she had also been stabbed
through the breast with scissors.

And she'd been hit over the head
and on the body

and between her legs with this axe.

(SCREAMS)

Her dog, a French poodle
called Christian Dior,

was cowering under the bed.

And she'd remained alive
for quite a long time,

probably for two or three hours
after she was attacked.

It was a most horrific murder.

In fact, the Coroner said
it was the worst murder

he had ever had to deal with.

I've seen the photographs
of the crime scene and really,

it's something I've never
been able to get out of my mind.

It's stark and horrible
and heart-breaking.

- The murder was so close to home.

You know, it was Cottesloe.

It was the talk, you know,
of the town.

- It was eerie. It was horrible.

And I vaguely knew her boyfriend.

- It was a shock to read about this
and not have any of the answers.

- No one knew
who'd committed the murder.

It was a mystery.

There were no suspects in any
sort of domestic or family sense.

It was a real whodunnit.

I think I would have just thought,

"Well the police are looking
into that. That's good."

There was absolutely the expectation

that the police would get their man.

They were always right,
and you wouldn't fault them.

- We all believed everything
that the police stated.

We felt we were in very,
very good safe hands.

- But something very strange
was going on here.

Jillian Brewer and Pnina Berkman.

It seems these two events
must have been connected.

The pathologist who examined
both bodies and said, "There is...

"There are similarities here,
you know.

"I wonder if we're dealing
with the same perpetrator."

Both had been stabbed

and they were young women,
asleep in their beds,

in ground floor flats.

But the police did not think
they were connected,

because they thought

that Photis Huntis
had killed his girlfriend,

and that he'd left the country.

He'd fled.

So how could the two crimes
be connected?

The pathologist was asking
the public

to choose between his theory
and the police theory.

If the police said something to me,
you would simply obey it.

You wouldn't question it
for one minute,

because it would be fact.

That's it.

- In the 60s,

there'd be about 65 or 70
active detectives.

And you were doing
breaking and enters

and stealing and rapes.

But very, very often
you went on duty,

and every time you got a call,
many of them,

the job you got, that 'we heard
someone in the backyard.'

And it was very boring.

But Brewer, well it was
very difficult.

Now the lead detective in this case
was Detective Sergeant Owen Leitch,

who had a huge reputation.

He was a god among detectives.

People who read crime fiction
and watched movies,

Owen Leitch embodied
this mythical crime solver.

The police, they photographed
the scene.

They found the tomahawk
that had been used.

Took statements.

Their enquiries went nowhere.

They did not get a sniff of a clue.

The case was not progressing
at all well.

The wealth of Perth
resided in those suburbs.

They were people of influence
in Perth.

The sort of people
who didn't take no for an answer.

When the police said
they can't find anybody,

"Well you find someone.
That's your job.

"We pay you do to do your job."

The police felt there was a sexual
element to the Brewer murder

because of the attack
on the lower part of her body.

Owen Leitch began looking
at sex offenders.

And a young man who lived
within walking distance

of where Jillian Brewer lived
was picked up.

Daryl Raymond Beamish.

Daryl Beamish,
he was an unusual person.

Daryl used to lurk.

A kid who wasn't quite the same
as the rest of us.

My impression of Daryl Beamish
was that he was an outsider.

He was a little bit of an outcast,
if you like.

I understood that he amused himself

by peeping, probably,
into houses and so on.

- He'd looked but not touched.

But that was a serious offence.

Leitch immediately suspected
he may have been involved

in the Brewer murder.

- Owen Leitch,
he was the best detective in Perth.

He was the smartest one out,
I reckon.

He knew that this little bastard
killed Jillian Brewer.

Well Leitch got hold of Beamish and
the first question he asked him was,

"Have you ever been
to Brookwood Flats?"

And Daryl Beamish said, yes, he had.

He'd met a girl who lived there,
and he had dropped her home.

And of course,

Leitch's copper's instinct
flashed like lightning at this.

So he pointed to Jillian Brewer's
flat and said,

"Have you ever been here before?"
And he said, "Yes."

Daryl Beamish
admitted to the crimes.

Here we've got
Daryl Beamish's confession.

Questions and answers.

"Did you kill the lady?"

"Yes."

"How did you get into the flat?"

"I had wire and push key. Drop."

"Did you take your pants off
to fuck lady?"

"Yes."

"Did you get blood on yourself?"

"Yes, all around my cock."

"Why did you kill the lady?"

"My head mix up."

- And he said, "What about the axe?
What about the tomahawk?"

"I threw over fence."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, I want to tell truth."

- Daryl Beamish,

he was just a ...

a hateful little bastard,
that's all he was, you know.

Owen Leitch, he was
a very solid detective.

And Owen put Beamish inside.

And guilty.

- A detective told
the Perth Police Court today

that youth Daryl Beamish
allegedly made a verbal

and a written confession to the
murder of Jillian Brewer.

(MUSIC)

- Everyone was quite happy.

You know, people were relieved.

Just glad it was over and done with.

- Relieved.

"Oh, they've got him. Thank god."

Police had done a good job.

Somebody had been accountable.

- It was a good thing
someone had confessed to it,

but at the same time, there was
something not right about it.

I do remember Dad and I
talking about it

and it just seemed odd.

Daryl wouldn't hurt a fly.

You know, I used to go
roller-skating,

speed skating with him.

And if you knocked over a woman,

he'd say, "Hey, take it easy.
Slow down," you know?

When they told me
he'd done Jillian Brewer,

I just couldn't see it.

Detective Sergeant Leitch
said that Beamish confessed,

and Detective Sergeant Leitch was
a very important person and he knew.

If he said that happened,
it happened.

And the fact that he admitted to it,

I thought, well,
he's admitted to it.

- Owen, he was promoted a number of
times on the strength

of the great work he'd done
in locking up Daryl Beamish.

Well Mum was extremely proud

when Owen Leitch became
Commissioner of Police,

because they went to school together
in Collie, for a time.

Mum thought Owen Leitch
was the best cop in the world,

and she would speak highly of him
very often.

Generally speaking, I think
the community feeling was that

a crime had been solved.

- The people were assured
that the first one was in Greece

and the second one,

the killer of poor Jillian Brewer,
Daryl Beamish,

he was safely tucked away
in Fremantle Prison.

So we were assured
there was no danger.

And we felt very happy

and they kind of got
forgotten about.

My name is John Button.

I was born in England, UK,

and came out to Australia in 1958,

when I was 14.

Back in 1963, I was 18, going on 19.

This spate of crime,
it suddenly happened

but I wasn't concerned.

I was just too much in love
to worry about it,

with my girlfriend,
Rosemary Anderson.

But in 1963, Rosemary,
what she had to go through,

yeah, I never got over-

I suppose I still haven't
got over it properly.

So um ...

I got married in '68
to my wife, Helen.

It's been very hard for my wife.

She realises that Rosemary's
still part of my life.

She's had to be stuck in a marriage
where there's three of us.

- You know, there's times
he'll talk of her and...

..yeah, and it's hard to swallow...

..at times.

So you just have to go on.
Keep going forward.

- She's had to look after me
and be my carer

all these years.

My girlfriend's husband
would go down and check to see

if he wasn't hanging
in their garage,

'cause I quite often thought

that when the kids were at school,
John would go and hang himself.

This event has stayed with me

for the last 50, 60 years.

Back in the 50s and 60s,

I loved ballroom dancing,

and I was able to get
an apprenticeship

being a bricklayer.

And then I got my car
and driver's licence.

It was all
that I could ask for, really.

I had a future to look forward to.

And this one night,
I met Frank Kellett.

I was in the Swanbourne Theatre.

I rode me motorbike up the stairs
and around the foyer

and down the stairs
to pick up this bird.

I met John.

John had a Simca.

It was a nice little motor car.

Anyway, we got talking.

We clicked.

You couldn't help but like him,
and we just became mates.

Things we got up to was terrific.

Football.

Surf clubs.

We used to go kangaroo shooting.

John could shoot the eye
out of a crow at a thousand yards,

he was that accurate with a rifle.

(LAUGHS)

- One day, Frank, he wanted to line
a date up for me, a blind date.

So I parked outside
his girlfriend's house

and she came out with...

..Rosemary.

- He liked Rosemary a lot,

a bloody lot.

Oh dear.

- She was a beautiful looking girl.

I, I just couldn't think
of anything to say.

opened the door for her,

trying to be a bit of a gentleman.

And still, I couldn't think
of anything to say.

- I said to John,

"Everything alright, John?"

He said, "Yeah! Yeah!"
you know, sort of thing.

And after we'd been there
five minutes,

Frank called over from the backseat,

"You gonna sit there
like a stale bottle of beer,

or are you gonna, you know,
get to know her, or whatever?"

Yeah.

Yes, everything you could wish for.

They started a relationship.

So I'd be down there every night,
straight after work.

I'd take her out on weekends.

Her father used to refer to me
as his future son-in-law.

She was going on 17,

we decided that we'd wait 'til
her 18th birthday to get engaged.

Everything that I wanted
was falling into place.

This was around Christmas time.

And then everything went so wrong.

- Australia Day is when we celebrate

everything Australian.

We celebrate the fact we live here.

It's summer,
it's typically very hot.

It was, go to the beach,

barbecues.

- Generally it's a time of
relaxation

and joining up with friends
and having a quiet party somewhere.

- A swim through, isn't it?

They just drink from morning
'til dusk.

- On the 26th of January 1963,

the Australia Day long weekend,

I'd gone out with Rosemary
and her parents to a social.

I was in a

patrol car,

in charge of afternoon shift.

We just patrolled
up through Kings Park.

Nobody came and nobody went,

so I finished my shift
and went home.

- It was a very hot night.

And in Cottesloe,

there was a courting couple.

- Would you like a drink?
- What have you got?

- Oh, it's a beer.

- Beer?
- Yeah.

- Oh, I could go some beer.

You look like
you're struggling a bit there.

- Do you need a hand?
- It's alright. I'll get it off.

- Don't worry.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah, it's all good.

- It's actually not ...
- How about you just let me ...

In the car was Nick August.

He was a well-known businessman,
and Rowena Reeves,

a barmaid that worked
down at the OBH.

The Ocean Beach Hotel
is a famous Cottesloe hotel.

Come on.

She saw something.

He- He's got a gun!

He's got a gun!

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)

- And the bullet just missed
the man's head

and caught the hand
of the young woman.

Past the local tennis courts

and across the road,

there was a young surf lifesaver
asleep in his bed.

- Brian Weir was an accountant,
due to be married a few months later

and a surf lifesaver.

He had two alarm clocks on

so that he'd make sure he'd wake up
early for training.

Next morning,
when he wasn't at practise,

his mate, Lyn Bath, found him.

Amazingly, although he was shot
in the head, he didn't die,

and he was still gurgling
and bleeding.

They did get him rushed to hospital,
but he died a few years later.

The shooter then went to Nedlands.

John Sturkey, he was a top student

at the University
of Western Australia.

He and another guy had tossed a coin

to see who would sleep
on the back verandah,

because sleeping outside
was great in summer.

(GUNSHOT)

And he'd been shot in the head.

Then the next street,

George Walmsley.

He played the organ
at the Methodist Church in Nedlands.

(BELL)

He'd answered the doorbell
at about 4am.

(GUNSHOT)

- Just shot him through the head.

- He was rushed to hospital
and died an hour later,

after arrival at hospital.

- We heard it on the two-way
as something going on,

because it was a shooting.

Well the next day,
we were called into the muster room.

Oh, it was shocking.

From then on in,

all everybody,

every policeman in Western Australia

had a job to do
on the serial killer.

- Perth's great crime wave of
1963 has begun.

Five people have been shot
by a mystery sniper

in Nedlands and Cottesloe.

Now a gunman was loose.

Perth has been transformed
into a city of fear.

It's just hard to imagine.

I can remember it so clearly,
as if it was yesterday.

I was at home with my parents.
I was a schoolkid.

People spoke of nothing else,

and the terror that gripped
the city, you can't imagine it.

- Gunman still at large.

- Kills two.

- Injures three.

- Shock horror.
- Shock horror.

Yeah. So many murders
in such a short time.

They were just amazed

how it could happen in
the Western Suburbs.

Five people in one night.

Most disturbing.

It was all so close to home.

And it struck fear into everybody.

- And it was random.

There was nothing about it that tied
any of these people together.

- Perth changed that day
and so did we.

- People got weapons.

They slept with firearms
under their bed.

We all started closing
and locking our windows

and locking our doors.

- My husband put this lock here.

Nobody could get in.

- We had bars put on our windows.

On a hot night,
we used to sleep out on the lawn.

We stopped doing that straight away.

- The police had the lights
turned on at night,

all the street lights.

And so at night time,
with the lights now on,

the trees moving in the wind,

you'd lie in bed
looking at the shadows,

terrified that one of those shadows
would become a person.

- People put dunnies inside. We did.

Very scary to go out there
of a night time.

- The kids used to sleep
on the back verandah.

"Those kids aren't safe there.

"Bring them inside
and lock em in with you.'

They used to sleep on the floor,
next to me bed.

Me husband, he'd say,
"Lock the doors.

"You know my knock."

He had a certain knock, and whistle.

"When you hear them,
you open the door, not before."

I'd open the door

and pull him in and say,

"I hate this killer on the loose.

"When are they gonna catch him?"

- At the time,

we thought the police were
on top of the matter,

that they were going to find out
who the killer was.

And they'd already
picked up Beamish.

The police knew what
they were doing.

- This was a very traumatic time,

so he virtually held the city
at ransom.

We had no idea at all

whether it was one particular person
or another.

It was very disturbing
for everybody.

- It was very, very difficult
to get some information.

You'd knock on the door
and it wouldn't get opened.

We had a knock on the door
at 8pm one night

and we were all ushered
to the bedrooms

while Mum called out
from a long distance from the door,

"Who is it?"

- The people were really worried
about the situation.

The only clue they had found
from the Australia Day shootings

was one cartridge found
on the driveway

behind where the university student
was shot.

And that gave them their only clue.

Forensic evidence
was in its infancy.

They took footprints.

There was fingerprinting.

And they could check tyre marks.

Fairly basic forensics.

And of course firearms.

You had bullet casings and bullets.

That was quite well advanced,

the science of identifying
matching bullets

to rifles and handguns.

- We had crews
who were making checks on firearms

throughout the country areas
of the state,

.22 calibre, similar to the ones
used in the shooting.

That involved the checking
of some 60-odd thousand firearms,

not only in Western Australia,

but they were checking firearms
in the eastern states as well.

- But they came up
with absolutely zero.

Nothing.

It was a true murder mystery.

You were doing the job
and getting nowhere.

Very hard.

- What's that say?

- "Deadlock In Killer Hunt." Yep.

- Do you remember that?
- Yeah.

- What'd they-

Oh, I don't remember reading it
in the-

- No, but do you remember
what it was like?

That's what it was like, yeah.

Oh yeah.

People, they were very upset

that we weren't doing any good.

- That you couldn't catch him?
- No.

- Public opinion of the police
wasn't too good.

"Why can't they get him?"

They needed someone.

The police were trying to find out
what connection they had.

There seemed to be something
about the Ocean Beach Hotel.

Rowena.

He's got a gun!

(GUNSHOT)

She was a barmaid there,
if I remember rightly.

They tried to work out

how the killer got from one
murder location to the next.

A journalist got on a bicycle
and cycled to see

if perhaps they'd cycled between.

He just does not conform.

He's one who does not conform to any
of the accepted murderer patterns.

- The victims, girls, boys, men,
older people,

didn't seem to matter much.

They were speculating
that this person was crazed,

but one of the frightening things
about it was that he was methodical.

Accurate.

He'd left no clues.

He was an intelligent predator,

and that made him
even more dangerous.

The police were under
intense pressure

from the Western Suburbs community.

A little desperate.

Yes.

The community weren't very happy
with the police.

If you don't feel safe,
then you're not happy.

Yeah, yeah, it was terrifying.

And people said,
"Who's next? It could be me."

Anyone of us could be asleep
in our beds

and someone could come and shoot us.

I certainly thought I could be next.

We had an outdoor toilet,

but behind that was just pure black,

and I could just imagine
this killer,

sitting up in the tree,

waiting for me to walk
to the toilet.

So here I was, about to become
a mature adult, a grown up,

no way was I going to go outside
and walk along

with this big black abyss
of a backyard behind it

that he could shoot me from.

So I had a potty
all that hot summer.

And then two weeks later,

we woke up to hear that there was
another major, major crime.

A girl was run down,

not far from where we lived,
in Shenton Park.

She'd been hit by a car
at about 30 kilometres an hour,

about 20 miles an hour.

She'd been projected up
onto the front of the car,

carried by the car
for a very long distance.

- February 9 being my 19th birthday,

I was up early, showered, dressed

and went down to Rosemary's house
to spend the day with her.

We bought fish and chips
and we sat down

and we played cards together
for the next hour.

- You win?
- Yeah, I win.

(LAUGHS)

- It was a fortnight
after the shootings.

We should have been
more aware of it but...

..Rosemary and I, we were too much
in love to worry about it.

So?

It was something shocking
that it happened,

but we weren't going to let it
interfere with our life.

So we carried on as usual.

- You win.
- Did I win?

Yeah, you win.

But we had an argument.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to do it.

Rosemary proceeded to walk home.

So I followed her in my car.

I parked my car
just a little bit down from here.

She crossed over
the intersection here,

under the subway
and turned left up Stubbs Terrace.

And I watched my girlfriend
walk out of sight.

I lit up a cigarette

and sat there for two or three
minutes, smoking it,

waiting to give Rosemary

a little bit of extra time
to cool off.

I was concerned on the fact
that it's a very dark road

and she'd be walking up there
in the dark.

So I drove up Stubbs Terrace,
towards the top of the hill.

I got up to a point, about here,

and saw her lying in the sand
on the edge of the road.

I didn't know what to think.

I was hoping, hope upon hope,

that she was just
throwing herself down on the sand,

crying her eyes out.

So as quickly as I could,

I slid across the seat,
opened up the passenger door

and ran over to where she was laying
in the sand.

She was laying about here,

unconscious, with a large gash
above her right eye.

And there was a pool of blood
under her head,

and she was bleeding into the sand.

And I slipped my arms underneath her
and lifted her up

and carried her back to the car.

I was trying not to panic.

I never thought of anything other

than getting her
to a doctor's surgery.

And I drove off as fast as I could,
down to the family doctor.

She was seriously injured.

He called for an ambulance
and he also called the police.

These police officers asked me
what had happened.

- John?

- And I started off

about telling them
that we'd had an argument.

So they took a statement.

They sent their vehicle examiner
down to look at my car.

Trevor Condren.

- I was just asked to examine
the vehicle

for its mechanical condition.

And that is what I did.

I then checked the brakes
and the lights

and everything like that.

I could see nothing really
outstandingly wrong with it.

But then...

I then could see damage.

It looked like a collision.

- The headlight was broken,

and there was quite severe damage
to the grille of the car.

And there was blood on the car.

Suddenly their attitude just got
colder and colder.

- Here they had
a shockingly injured young woman.

They had
her nervously stuttering boyfriend,

standing beside his car,
which had damage to the front of it.

Police wouldn't buy it.

- They turned around and said,
"We know it's you."

"Just tell us why."

- Remand for youth.

A 19-year-old labourer ...

Was yesterday remanded ...

- In custody on a charge of having
knocked down and injured ...

a 17-year-old girl at Shenton Park
on or about Saturday.

- I thought,
"How can anybody do that?"

How could somebody do that?

- John Button,

I heard he had a temper.

That's a lot of bullshit.

He did not touch Rosemary.

- On first reading, you'd say,

"Maybe we've got our murderer.

"Maybe we've got
the breakthrough we need."

I was beside myself.

(MUSIC)

He said, "There's been a killing."

- Another shooting?
Perth erupts again.

- Pen in her hand,
and a bullet hole in the head.

- The nature of the murders
were so brazen.

- We were dealing with a maniac.

- He's still out there looking
for unlocked doors.

I heard he had a temper.

Hope they catch the bugger
that did it.

It was obvious
that I was the culprit.

It was a downright bloody lie.