All language subtitles for The Gloaming E02

♪ My screams got lost in a paper cup

♪ Do you think there's a heaven
where some screams have gone?

♪ Yeah, I can hear that

♪ I don't care

♪ 'Cause
sometimes I sit

♪ Sometimes I hear my voice

♪ And it's been

♪ Here

♪ Silent all these years. ♪

Let's go inside. It's freezing out here.

In a minute.

Is this the girl that came
into the station yesterday?

Yeah.

What did she want?

I don't know.

I didn't have time to speak to her.

You don't have to go in to work today...

..if you're not up to it.

If your old man was around, I reckon he'd say
it's about time you traded this old girl in.

I don't think Alex O'Connell
is the right person for this job.

And what makes you say that?

Because it might trigger
bad memories and distract him.

It could be just a coincidence.

The ID card.

How do you figure that?

I don't know, but I'm not
jumping to conclusions.

I still don't think he should be here.

Ah, the man who prefers
the icy outdoors to a warm bed.

Thanks.

Did you put a blanket on me?

You looked cold,
and I couldn't wake you.

The kids'll be disappointed
not to see you.

And her.

How long are they away for?

Just the week.

They're at the shack
with Mum and Dad.

Listen, while I remember...

..I found this on the deck.

Thought it might belong to Karena.

She doesn't have her ears pierced.

You OK, mate?

Yeah.

Pretty gruesome stuff.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Well, better get a move on.

Hope you catch that bastard.

We will.

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

I'll tell you when you've had enough, mate.

Keep goin'...

Aaaagh!

Oi! Oi!

That's enough, you wankers!

Get him down from there
and get back to work!

Get him down...

Next time, Freddie. Next time.

You gonna cry?

Lily?!

Hey.

Thanks for coming in.

Please, take a seat.

Not that desk.

Sorry?

That one's free.

Sorry to interrupt.

Mr and Mrs Bowen, this is Detective
Senior Constable Molly McGee.

Mr and Mrs Bowen
are Daisy's foster-parents.

Sorry for your loss.

Detective McGee is the one that found her.

Do you have any idea
why Daisy would want to take her own life?

Why did she do it at your place?

Well, Detective McGee
has known Daisy for some time now.

She's helped her
while she was living on the streets.

She was only with us
for a few months.

We did everything we could for her.

It was probably the drugs.

She came to see me yesterday.

What did she say to you?

Nothing.

Molly was out on a job.

I think we can all agree
that Daisy was a troubled youth.

She was a bit broken.

We're all a bit broken, Mr Bowen,

but we don't all hang ourselves
for no reason.

Molly...

We'll get a full report?

Of course. I'll see to it.

I'll be in touch.

I've met them before.

They foster regularly.

Well, that means that they're
good people, doesn't it?

Yeah, I guess.

This isn't about competition... or fitness.

It's about character, and who we could be.

Character, endurance,

suffering and shame.

Words with weight and significance.

We want to be of good character and...

..we want to have endurance.

And God knows, we need it out there,
on the water, after our last performance.

But this is a warning.

You can't have one without the other.

You cannot know what endurance means...

..without suffering.

And you'll never have a benchmark
for what good character really is

until you have been shamed.

You right there, Freddie?

You gotta look after yourself, mate.

Just don't say nothin' to Mum.

She gets worried.

I know it hasn't been easy for you both.

Your old man would have
taken good care of the both of you.

Bloody tragedy, what happened.

We're lucky you survived.

You were dead for seven minutes, wasn't it?

Sent your mother half out of her mind.

Morning, fellas.

Freddie...

G'day, mate. Senior Constable Wolfe.

Christ, what now?

I just need your advice.

I'm wondering if you can tell me
if that might be from a boat?

Chief thought it looked like
marine paint.

Thick, like.

Well, it's not from a boat.

Wouldn't last a month in the salt water.

It's too soft.

Looks imported. Try furniture makers.

OK. Nice.

Whose truck is that?

Freddie Hopkins. Why?

It's got bald tyres.

I'll see to it.

Oi! Watch it, Hopkins!

I've been thinking
about the crime scene.

Why would someone roll the body
in barbed wire?

An attempt to disguise a crime.

Well, it didn't hide the ligatures
around her neck.

To send a message, then.

To who? Us?

Or someone higher?

Who's higher than us?

God?

The barbed wire
could represent a crown of thorns.

In this case, a body of thorns.

Do you still believe in God?

No.

It's just a theory.

Why would Dorothy Moxley
choose to live out here?

Looks like a family hand-me-down
from convict days.

And no generation
offered to renovate.

No-one's come forward yet, either.

Odd.

Maybe that's her only family.

Imagine how frightened the convicts were,
coming out here.

This is the third stash
we've found around the house.

Holy Mother...

There's over 20,000 bucks just here.

I wonder where it comes from.

Some old folks don't trust banks.

Can you blame 'em?

We'll get it checked to see if its marked
or registered notes.

Looks like she was heading off
somewhere.

You think someone tried to stop her?

Successfully, it would seem.

What's all this?

Uh... Lots of money.

Alex, Georgia.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

♪ Than the next man

♪ I'm the damn groom, he's the best man

♪ Cut, tailor-made, ready-pressed man

♪ I can help you out,
make you see like a desk lamp

♪ It's suitable, freeze it, pause it

♪ Oh, that's beautiful,
I'm really important

♪ Don't let the public inside of the cordon

♪ Bodyguards,
do whatever you need to sort 'em

♪ Check me on a magazine cover... ♪

You guys seen Daisy?

- Do you know where she is?
- Haven't seen her. Sorry, man.

♪ Check out, leave

♪ At least that's the way
that they'd have you believe

♪ I'm-a give you whatever
dream you need... ♪

Dorothy Moxley worked for Millstock,

which is owned by Thomas Belfour,

but he died over 30 years ago.

Then who's signing
the cheques for Millstock?

According to bank records,
Dorothy Moxley has signing authority

But there may be a good reason
we're finding it so hard

to identify this Dorothy Finola Moxley.

I've run a nationwide check
on births, deaths and marriages

and there's only ever been
one person by that name.

Dorothy Finola Moxley died in 1922

and was three years old
at her time of death.

Then who's that laying in the morgue?

Also, there's no trace of
any bank accounts in that name.

Could be why there's
so much money at her house?

- But we have a driver's licence for her.
- Someone signed it for her.

Or maybe she bribed someone
in the transport office?

We know she has access
to a lot of cash.

Or maybe she's a foreign national.

I'll run an Interpol check, see what
comes up. Pseudonym's more likely.

Good work, Oscar. Get down to Millstock
and see what you can find.

This is it.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Millstock Enterprises.

That's odd.

Landlord said it'd be locked.

You first.

I wonder what her real name is.

What did you say this company did?

Uh, packaging supplies.

Dorothy Moxley worked here alone?

Looks likes it.

Probably just a sales agent.

Whoever she is.

So, what do you make of him?

Who?

The new detective.

Alex?

He seems alright.

Bit of a closed shop.

- But then...
- I know.

- You read the file, right?
- Yeah.

Alex was with Jenny McGinty
the day she was killed.

I wonder if Lewis knows.

Molly sure freaked when she saw him.

The computer's gone. Someone's been here.

I reckon they've got a past.

As in a past relationship?

It was like seeing an ex-lover
when you least expect it.

Like YOU'D know...

Just getting water.

You want anything?

Uh... Oh, can you get me a pie?

Health food of the nation.

Fill it up, thanks. Thanks, mate.

Alex...

..O'Connell?

Gareth...

Yeah, I'm... How are you?

I'm good!

Been a while
since I've seen you round these parts.

Yeah, I... I, um... I just got in.

Uh... Just, um, here for work.

Oh, right.

What - are you a cop?

Yeah. Yeah.

Is it, um... Well, is it that obvious?

No, no, no. Just, um...

What about you?

Oh, property development.

Right... Right.

You working on a job?

I am. Well, uh, you know, we are.

Right, right, yeah, yeah.

It's not that murder, is it,
from the other night?

- That's terrible stuff.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Um... Well, how about you?

Are you still...?
Are you still rowing or...?

I get out a bit. You know? Yeah.

- You?
- No, not... not since I was 20.

Yeah? We should get out on the river
while you're here.

- Maybe.
- I'm sure you're busy, but...

Well, anyway, you guys got anybody
in the frame? I mean, you know...

Small town -
I'm sure someone knows something.

Yeah, you know, we've, um...
You know, we've got a few leads.

So, um...

Look, I'd better get going but, um...

- Yeah, sure.
- But it's good to see you.

You too. You too, mate, yeah. It's, um...

It's funny, isn't it? I mean, we all...

We all come home eventually, don't we?

I guess. Yeah.

- Let's catch up.
- Yeah.

- OK, soon.
- Yeah, no, I'd love that.

- Alright.
- OK.

- Good to see you.
- You too.

Thank you.

I put sauce on it.

Is that alright?

Yeah.

How do you know Gareth McAvaney?

Hillscrest Private.

He was an odd one.
He came to the school in Grade 8.

Not sure where from,
but he had no education.

What do you mean?

Well, he didn't know
his times tables, for a start.

- In Grade 8?
- Yeah.

Lucky he was a good rower.
Saved his arse.

That school could be pretty brutal
to outsiders.

You, um... You have... s...

I wouldn't have picked
you and him as friends.

Why the interest?

He used to go out
with one of my friends.

Used to?

So, what happened?
Did he... did he dump her or something?

She died.

She died?

How?

I'm thinking we should go see
Eileen McGinty.

That... that's not a good idea.

Her dead daughter's ID card
was found at a crime scene.

She has a right to know.

I know but... Lewis
needs to decide about that.

We're not even sure of the connection.
The crimes are over 20 years apart.

But there is a connection.

You don't want to do it?

Well, you're running the show.

Can you take this exit?

What for?

I have to do something quickly.

Before we go to Eileen McGinty's.

Isn't this where
we used to hold seances?

Now it's a Christian recruitment centre?

There'd be a lot more kids
on the street without Grace.

Grace?

Uh... Grace, this is Detective
Senior Constable Alex O'Connell.

Sorry to bother you,

Have you already heard?

Heard about what?

Daisy.

She, um...

..took her own life last night.

Oh.

Oh...

Sorry. I thought you...

..you must have known.

Poor wee lass.

What happened?

Do her foster-parents know?

Yeah.

They came to the station this morning.

The police station?

Yeah, Daisy was at my house.

At your house?

She came to see me yesterday.

Grace, have you got any
idea why she would...

..be so upset to do something like this?

She was a troubled young child.

Lonely.

So much better
than life allowed her to be.

O'Connell. Of Irish ancestry?

Sixth-generation Tasmanian.

Gaelic.

Descendant of Conaill.

'Con' means 'wolf'.

'Gal', I believe, means 'valour'.

Are you a fearless wolf, Mr O'Connell?

I wouldn't say that.

I shall pray for young Daisy's soul.

It's a time of great
suffering for all of us.

We should keep moving.

It was nice to meet you.

Freddie, don't sneak up on me like that.

- I'm looking for Daisy.
- Oh, Freddie...

Where is she? Is she inside?

No.

I tried to call you.

Let's go inside.

I don't want to go inside.
Just tell me where Daisy is.

Freddie...

Daisy killed herself last night.

You're lying.

No, I'm not.

What happened the other night?

She came home late. She was upset.

Freddie, what happened the other night?

She's not dead. You're lying!

- No, Freddie, please...
- What have you done with her?!

What's going on?!

I know who you people are...

..and I know what you're doing.

And if I don't find her, I'm gonna
come back here and I'm gonna kill you all.

Were they Daisy's parents
in the office this morning?

Her foster-parents.

What happened?

She hung herself.

Jesus.

Where was she found?

In my shed.

That's awful.

- Especially...
- What, because of my dad?

Mm. It's fine.

I'm good with that.

Um, can I help you?

Is Mrs McGinty home?

I am, indeed.

Can I help?

- Alex...
- Hello, Mrs McGinty.

I'm Detective Senior Constable
Molly McGee.

This is Detective Senior
Constable Alex O'Connell.

May we come in, please?

Excuse the mess.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, no. Thank you.

We don't want to take up
too much of your time, Mrs McGinty.

Mm.

When did you come home?

Just recently.

To... to help out on a case.

A woman was murdered two nights ago.

You might have heard about it
on the news?

I heard something.

Her name was Dorothy Moxley.

Does that name mean anything to
you, Mrs McGinty?

Dorothy Moxley? Um...

No. Why? Should it?

It might have been an alias.

I'll, um... I'll see you... Mum.

Oh, yeah. OK, love.

Hey, be careful.

Alex?

We found this at the crime scene.

It's Jenny's school ID card.

We thought you might
be able to help us,

if you knew why this woman
might have Jenny's card.

We can come back another time.

I assume it was in her backpack.

Her backpack?

She had it with her on the day.

Yeah, she did.

Was the backpack recovered?

I've never seen it since.

How did this woman
have my daughter's things?

That's what we're trying to ascertain.

Right.

Then you might be able to finally catch
the person who killed her as well.

There's no proof yet of a connection.
We just wanted you to know.

Are you sure the school ID
was in the backpack?

It would have been in Jenny's wallet.

Would you mind looking at
one more photo for us?

If you think it'll help.

Alex?

That was the last photo taken of her.

Alex, the photo.

No.

Sorry, I don't recognise her.

Perhaps if we left this here...

Uh, sorry, look, I've got a headache.
I'm gonna need to lie down, so...

Of course. It must be a shock.

Thank you for your time.

I need to do something.

I'll be back in an hour.

Molly? This is what we
have on Dorothy Moxley.

Not much.

Oscar's still trying to find out
her true identity.

Any signs of a break-and-enter
at her office?

The door was unlocked.

And a computer was gone.

- Listen, do me a favour, will you?
- Of course.

Find out who funds
Jacinta Clunes' campaigns.

Just anything of her background.

The councillor?
The one who's running for Deputy Mayor?

There's a property just sold
down in Minor Ferry,

a huge tract of swampland.

Find out everything you can about it,
what's going on down there,

and if she's got anything to do with it.

It's just for me, OK?

How did you go?

Hi. I'm Detective Senior Constable
Alex O'Connell.

I wonder if I can see the evidence box
for a cold case going back to 1999.

Jenny McGinty.

You did what?

We didn't think it would hurt to ask her
if she knew this Dorothy Moxley.

Can you imagine
how that made her feel?

The police turning up on her doorstep,
unannounced,

talking about her daughter's murder,
just out of the blue like that?

You should have asked me first.

We were being pro-active.

You were being pre-emptive.

She seemed nervous.

Fearful, even.

Just leave it until we know more.

Don't visit her again.

Wait. Wait.

I'm sorry.

You've been having a rough day.

You know... You shouldn't be here.

I need to work.

Just through these trees.

Alex?

Jenny...

You were there.

You were part of the team
investigating Jenny McGinty's murder.

Yes. I was.

It was my first job, in fact.

Cleanskin,
straight out of the Academy.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't think it was important.

About the discovery
of Jenny's ID card.

You brought me down here
under false pretences.

Hang on. I was about to tell you
when I was interrupted

by the discovery at the tunnel.

- It wasn't in the brief you sent me.
- No.

I was getting it photocopied.
My mistake.

So, why AM I here?

Because you were
the best detective on hand.

I wasn't on hand. I was in the middle
of an investigation.

What are you suggesting, Alex?

That I brought you down here
because of some ulterior motive?

Well, did you?

Well, if I'm honest, when I saw your name,
I thought it couldn't hurt.

Hurt who?

You? Or me?

The investigation.

I figured if these two crimes
were connected in any way,

that you might have some insight.

I was wrong, clearly.

And I apologise for my presumption.

And Molly was right,
as much as I hate to admit it.

Molly?

Yeah, Molly said
you should be taken off the case.

That you'd be a distraction.

That your emotions
would distort your judgement.

I'll organise your transfer
first thing in the morning.

And please accept my apology
for my lapse in judgement.

OK. Thank you.

- All good?
- All good. I should thank you, I guess.

What for?

Lewis is sending me back -
on your instruction, it seems.

- What?
- No, it's OK.

- I'll be glad to be out of here.
- Hey, I didn't...

Hi.

I didn't want to leave her
at your place by herself,

- so I thought you could drive her.
- Like I'm six?

Hi. You're new here?

I'm Lily. Nice to meet you.

Uh, yeah, uh, Alex, this is Toby.

And this is my daughter, Lily.

Um... nice to meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

Are you on
the murdered woman's case?

Uh, Lily? Uh-uh.

Can I have a word?

See ya.

Something's come up.

No, no, no.
Molly, you can't keep doing this.

OK? It's your weekend. Right?
And we're going away.

- It's important.
- It's always bloody important!

What did you bring me here for?

Can't I take my daughter out for dinner
to her favourite restaurant?

There's usually a reason.

You're right.

Um...

I can't take you this weekend.

I'm really sorry.

No, you're not.

Look...

Something really bad happened, alright?

Not... not to me, but at the house.

You don't want me there.

Why don't you just say it.
You've always got some excuse!

That's not fair.

You have more time
for street-kids than me.

Even when you came
to dancing the other night.

Well, that's partly the reason
why you can't come to the house.

What happened, anyway?

One of the girls from the Door of Salvation
took her own life last night.

Which one?

- You know I can't tell you that.
- Tell me.

It was Daisy Hart.

Daisy?

- Mm.
- She killed herself?

Mm-hm.

Yeah. In the shed.

At... your house?

Yeah.

Why did she do that?

I don't know.

No, I mean, in your shed.
Why did she do it in your shed?

I don't know.

You must know.

Anyway, look, we're investigating this,
right? You can't go telling anyone, OK?

I'm serious.

If Freddie Hopkins knows,
he'll tell the world.

- Freddie Hopkins?
- Yeah.

They hang around together.

Two weirdos in a pod.

- Did you know her?
- Yeah.

Mainly through Freddie.

You stay away from him, alright?

I'm serious.

Chill out, will you?

Sorry.

He calls her his girlfriend but...

..I don't think they're having sex.

Lily!

Sorry. Just trying to help.

Anyway...

How's your sweet-and-sour?

This isn't my favourite restaurant,
by the way.

Oh...

Hey...

I promise to make this up to you.

Police have renewed
requests for information

on the murder of 62-year-old Hobart woman
Dorothy Moxley.

They've released this photo of Ms Moxley

in the hope it may jog someone's memory

about seeing her in the
hours before she died.

You told me that she was gonna be OK!

You promised me!

Freddie?

Are you OK, Freddie?

I heard about Daisy.

I'm sorry.

Do you know why she did it?

Who told you about it, anyway, huh?

My mum. She did it in her house.

What?

In the shed.

That's pretty gross, right?

Molly McGee.

Detective Senior Alex O'Connell.

Alright, I'm on my way.

What time's your flight?

I don't know. Some time tomorrow, I guess.

Running away again.

Sorry to call you so late,
but I thought it was important.

OK.

I think I've found a connection
between Daisy Hart's suicide

and Dorothy Moxley's murder.