All language subtitles for Black.Snow.S01E02

(solemn music)

(foreboding music playing)

(camera clicks)

(camera clicks repeatedly)

(theme music)

Who else had access
to the time capsule?

Kalana Baker read
out the murder letter,

then Mick asked Lynn Walcott

to put everything back
in the time capsule.

Who's Mick?

Compton.
He's a local elder.

Ah, but he's a lawyer

and he thought the
letter might be important.

So I locked everything back up
in the evidence room.

So you were the only
person alone with it?

Yes, sir.

(elastic band snapping)

Thanks.

I'm sorry you
saw that.

My parents are going to... Ah!

Hazel, I'm going to
have to ask you

not to tell your
parents yet.

The fewer people that know
at this stage the better.

It's my sister's hair.

I believe you.

But we need proof. Everything
has to be forensically tested.

And how long will that take?

Unfortunately probably
a couple of weeks.

Look, I'm not asking
you to lie, okay?

I'm just asking you to wait
before you tell anyone.

That's bullshit.

That's just word play.

Could you lie to your
mother about this?

I don't know.

Now I know in some...

...some cultures,

hair has, um, power.

I was wondering
if cutting Isabel's hair,

could have had specific
cultural meaning maybe?

That's the first place you go?

Black magic killed my sister?

That is not what I'm saying.

You know what?

Keep your tea.

(solemn music)

Ah, fuck!

(insects chirp)

(elastic band snapping)

(crying)

(elastic band
continues snapping)

(footsteps)

Fuck!

I'm sending it off
to forensic in Brisbane,

and I thought you, um, might
want to check it out first.

(Quinn) It's wild.

Hey boss. What do you
reckon it all means?

I reckon you oughta
get me a coffee.

This was not
a crime of opportunity.

I mean how would the stranger
know about the time capsule?

That's personal.

I mean there's
no sexual assault.

The body was moved and then
dumped outside the cemetery

and the hair
was cut post-mortem.

And why put it in here to be
discovered 25 years later?

Come on.

You want me to
take a squiz at the video?

I probably know
everyone in it.

Um, actually I'm sending it
to Brisbane to get digitised.

It'll be back next week.

You can check it out then,
hey?

This is all pointing to
Isabel Baker

being murdered
by somebody she knew.

There's never been any
evidence to support that theory.

There is now.

(solemn music)

What time are you
leaving tomorrow?

I'm going to stay
a little longer.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Just until we sort out what's
going on with Aunty Izzy's case.

Right.

What's the new
detective like?

Not local,
so that's a good start.

Can I put a Black Lives Matter
slogan on the mural?

I don't think Nan would
be too happy changing it.

But Aunty Izzy
was an activist.

She was a teenager.
You've got time.

Growing up here with kin,
it's a gift.

She never would have wanted to
cast a shadow over you.

Sarge, I put those songs
on a playlist on your phone,

like you asked.

Thank you.

It's under
'Time Capsule Mixtape'.

(soft music plays from phone)

Good work.

(music playing)

(loud music playing)

(music continues)

She's such a slut.

Just ignore them.

Hector! Stop filming.

Oi, fuck off Tampon.

Got your favourite,
Yum Yum tart.

Aunty Rosa, thank you.

Who's this?

Ah, Hector Ford.
Pleased to meet you.

Hector's filming our documentary
for the time capsule project.

Hope you're including
our community.

(Hector) Definitely.

Could I come and interview you?

I got time now. Hop in.

We'll show you
the real Ashford.

Let's show him the
workers' camp at the mill.

Have fun.

Hey.

(background chatter)

Hey, Dad.
I picked up the mail.

Ta, love.
Tell Mum I might be late.

Yep.

(couple talking indistinctly)

Hector!

- Hey Steve.
- Izzy.

What are you doing?

Who is that?

Chloe's Dad.

He was coming on
to that girl.

I'm serious, I saw the girl...

Hector! We're not
a tourist attraction.

(solemn music)
(cane rustling)

(car tires on dirt road)

(car doors slamming)

It is totally gothic out here.

What does that mean?

Poor.

No, atmospheric.

You know what this means,
Butch?

You've gotta take it
easy for a few weeks.

- Can't.
- Why?

I need the harvest.

I gotta work.

Butch, you've gotta to
listen to your body.

You've gotta
get off the farm.

You're not a young
fella anymore.

Sis, it's all I know
how to do.

That's what I've been
telling Izzy.

You need to get
that education.

Make something
of your life.

Take them chances
that we didn't get.

You got big
responsibilities.

Yes, Aunty.

Our great great grandfather,

he was a chief,
a leader of his people,

and then one morning
he went down to the beach,

and never came back.

He was taken.

All our strong young men
from Vanuatu... taken.

All their blood,
their strength.

Gone from us
into this dirt.

What do you mean
"taken"?

Kidnapped. Brought over here
to slave in these fields,

just so your great great
grandparents

- can have sugar in their tea.
- Yeah.

All this...

This is built on the backs
of our people.

(Indigenous music playing)

You don't have to
make me coffees.

I just wanted a sticky beak.

Time capsule inventory.

It's written the morning
before Isabel was killed.

You notice anything?

No.

The purple glitter pen.

It's the same as in
the one with her letter.

Well done. And at the start
of the letter she's -

in love with Ashford,
but by the end

it's full of "predators
disguised as friends".

And The Ankou.

Reaper of souls.
I looked it up.

Get a grip, Constable.

As hot and bothered as a
virgin on his wedding night.

Why don't you carry
a firearm?

Tends to make
people anxious.

Why Cold Case? Homicide
too stressful for you?

I guess I enjoy cleaning
up after people.

Smug bastard!

(whistling)

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Detective.

- Lynn Walcott.
- James.

Walcott, huh?

Any relation to the mill?

- We own it.
- Wow!

You're wondering why
I'm not lying on a beach

drinking mint juleps?

Yes, I am actually.

(laughs)

Would you like to
come through?

Ah, no, I won't take up
too much of your time.

What do you remember about
Isabel Baker?

She was lovely,
kind, thoughtful.

A little bit of
a drama queen?

No.
(laughs)

No, not at all,
the opposite.

What do you think she was
trying to say in her letter?

It was pretty extreme.

Honestly, I have no idea.

It didn't sound like her.

You're taking it
seriously though?

Well, she was murdered.

(sound of water bubbling)

Tell me about
the time capsule.

It was a project for
the detention kids.

Creative punishment,
it was... meant to be fun.

And when was it locked?

On the morning of the formal,

we all got together to do an
inventory of the contents.

It wasn't actually
locked though.

Well, how long was it
unlocked before it was interred?

Oh, about a week.

Okay.

I'm glad that you're...
looking into this.

- But I did want to say
- Troy Turner did his job.

Well, me being here is not a
reflection of his investigation.

No, you're here because
Mick Compton made a fuss.

He thinks more would have been
done if Izzy was white.

He might be right.

No, he's wrong.

Every soul in Ashford wanted
that monster caught.

Except for
whoever killed her.

(shells rustle in the wind)

Hey, we've got a visitor.

This is the new fella,
Detective Cormack.

- Hey.
- Hi. James.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Yeah, we've met.

I, um - I wanted
to introduce myself.

I will be conducting
interviews over the next while.

Now, I appreciate that it
may be difficult for you guys.

We're a strong family.

And God protects us.

You're a believer?

I have my beliefs.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Okay.

In Isabel's letter,
she talks about The Ankou.

That letter's bad business.

The truth is Jesus' way,
not the dark way.

Did Isabel have any interest
in that dark way?

I'm just trying to understand
the language that she used.

You don't think
we are too?

Kids go
through phases.

Not our Isabel.

She sounded
so scared, Joe.

When was our
girl ever scared?

God has a plan.

Sometimes it's not enough.

Sometimes it's no comfort.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Yeah, you need to
slow down.

That was way
too much today.

No one is going to talk to you
unless they trust you.

They'll trust me...

...if you trust me.

Yeah well, I've
known you for five minutes.

You've already got me lying
to my whole family.

Thank you for not telling
them about the hair.

Very nice to meet you.

What was that all about?

What do you mean?

Secrets.

You got too many, girl.

(phone rings)

Come on!

(woman on phone)
Mick Compton's office.

Hi. It's Detective
James Cormack.

I was wondering if I
could speak to Mick, please.

(woman on phone) He's at a
meeting, can I take a message?

Um... did my number come up
on your caller ID?

(woman on phone) Yep.

Okay, great.

Have him call me on that,
please, when he's free.

It's regarding the
Isabel Baker murder.

Ho, ho ho. Yes.

(video recording playing)

(Isabel on video) ...and the
primary industry is sugar.

(laughing)

(Hector on video) Tash just did
like the maddest kick flip,

you should get
that on film, Tampon.

Go on,
do another one.

(Tash on video) No, I don't
perform on command.

(Chloe voiceover) Dear 2019.
My name is Chloe Walcott,

and in 1994 my life is
pretty sweet.

I just bought my first car

and in a few weeks I'll
be road tripping my head off.

(loud machinery noises)

This is
one big set-up.

Well the mill operates
around the clock

in crushing season.

We process 1.4 million
tonnes of cane

from farms across
the entire valley.

It's a lot of sugar.

The local dentist must be rich.

I know, um, you and Isabel
were best friends, so...

I'm sorry.

She's been dead
longer than she was alive.

This, is Millie.

We were going to drive
her to Sydney,

party for the summer and
then come back and, start uni.

I'm guessing Isabel never told
her parents about your plan.

She was terrified
of Pastor Joe.

He was very strict.

Really? You never witnessed
any abuse from Joe, did you?

No. God, no.
Joe loved Isabel.

He was just a
protective father.

What about her mood
the weeks leading up to it?

Is this really
because of the letter?

I don't believe she wrote it.
It's probably Hector's idea.

Was he really into the occult?

Wouldn't surprise me.

I'm not saying
that he was...

It's just he enjoyed
provoking people.

(bell rings)

You know it's not
just about the letter.

We've got some
new evidence now.

Are you sure you didn't notice
any mood changes?

No.

What about the
night she died?

Well, she finally dumped Anton.

Do you know why?

(laughs)

Because he's a prick.

He was screwing Tasha
behind Izzy's back.

What do you remember
about the blue car?

I - I only saw it
for a moment.

I didn't see the driver.

I'm sorry. I wish I'd
paid more attention.

Yeah.

The last time you saw her,
what time was that?

I walked her
to the intersection.

Ah it was -
it was around 12.30.

First day of the
rest of our lives.

She turned and blew me a kiss.

(loud machinery sounds)

(phone ringing)

(Turner on phone) Hey Chloe,
how's things?

What new evidence, Troy?

What the fuck is going on?

(man sighing)

Hm-Mmm.

Sneaking out?
You getting us coffees?

So what was last night then?

I don't know.

Relapse.

You prick.

We were drunk.
It shouldn't have happened.

Why not? You're not
married anymore...

It could be fun.

Tash, I'm just not - um...

It's a bad time.

Because of that letter?

You're not still pining
after Isabel, are you?

I've got work.

You fucking are.

She's been dead
25 years, you loser.

What's wrong
with you?

(video recording on TV)

This is my family's
mill, the heart of Ashford.

We drive the economy
of this great region.

The mill has given countless
jobs to people far and wide,

and our sugar is
exported all over the world.

Basically we put
Ashford on the map,

which is why it should really
be called "Walcottsville".

"Walcottsville"?

None of you would be
here if it wasn't for the mill.

Hector, you can
edit this out, right?

(Hector) Yeah I can,
but it's pretty funny.

"It's Wallcottsville".

(solemn music)

(Hector voiceover) Hello class
of 1994. This is Hector Ford.

This is what life was like
back in the '90s in Ashford.

Quit it.

Seriously, quit it.

(Hector) I can see up your nose.

Turn it off.

Hector Ford is a stalker.

(Hector) Whahh!

Do you
think in the future

they'll still
be using brooms?

(Hector) No. Robots for sure.

I can't wait
for that day.

(suspenseful music)

(keys jangling)

(suspenseful music)

(car engine starts)

(car driving then stopping)

God understands
our suffering.

The white bird on the water,
turned into a blackbird.

God has seen, and He has said,

"I carried you on eagle's wings
and brought you to myself".

(congregation shouting)
Hallelujah!

Joseph was sold as a
slave by his brothers,

sold into Egypt.

But God was with him.

And though men meant it for
evil, God meant it for good.

(congregation) Praise Jesus.

We are blessed to welcome
our new friends

to our congregation today.

(clapping)

Thank you Pastor Joe,

for welcoming us and helping us
find our feet here in Ashford.

(singing a traditional
Tanna Island hymn)

(indistinct chattering)

Hector, what are you doing here?

I wanted to see you,

and I thought I could
film the church

for the time capsule video,

because your Aunty said we
should include your community.

(laughs)

You're going to have to ask
Dad for permission

for any of that.

Oh, okay.

Is Hector your
new boyfriend?

No. He's just as
annoying as you are.

(indistinct chattering)

Why's Chloe here?

What are you doing?

Millie's fixed.
Come on.

I can't.

Oh, my God,
Hector's stalking you.

Come on. No one's gonna know
that you're even gone.

Okay.

No one's gonna
know it's your car,

and I'm going to
distract Hazel. Let's go.

Okay.

(van starting
and driving off)

So, jack and tire
is underneath.

Yeah.

Do you know
how to change it?

Yeah. Yep.

Yeah. Righto.

When are you telling your Dad
you're going to Sydney anyway?

When I get my exam results,
if they're good enough.

It's for your valuables.

Don't leave anything
in the glove box.

It will get ripped
off, okay?

Do you think Dad'll
ever forgive me?

- Probably not.
- So I shouldn't go?

Nuh, gammin, gammin.

But Pastor Joe
is a proud man.

You're his pride,
so just don't disrespect him.

Hey.

Anton said he wants
to meet you later.

What should I tell him?

Tell him to piss off.

Tell him I'll be
where we arranged.

Okay.
See ya, Tampon.

(giggling)

You should start soon.

Izz, Izz, I need to show
you that video of Chloe's Dad.

You will believe me
when you see it.

Not now. I don't have long till
Mum and Dad get home.

I need to meet Anton.

I could come with you.

I'll see you
at school tomorrow.

Anton?

(suspenseful music)

(heavy breathing)

Jisas plis helpem mi!

(loud motorbike sounds)

(motorbike roars)

(loud crashing noise)

(suspenseful music)

(foreboding music)

(intense music)

(dreamlike music)

They found something
else in the time capsule.

It was wrapped in an
Ashford high T-shirt.

It was Izzy's hair.

But...

...it was also plaited.

He plaited it?

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

I do.

It's someone from here.

It's someone we trust,
took her from us.

Dad can't carry
this alone.

You have to step up.

I know, but how?

Am I supposed to help this
white bully man now?

Yes. If that's
what it takes.

Izzy's speaking to us
from beyond.

Hazel, you've got to let
her back in.

(cane cutter)

(birds chirping)

(Anton voiceover) Dear 2019.
My name is Anton Bianci.

In 2019, I predict I'll be

hopefully running
the Mars colony,

but probably just
running the farm.

Either way
I expect Izzy and I

will have about
three kids by then.

- Coffee, Kath?
- Yes, thanks love.

Okay.

What was your relationship
like with Isabel?

You've read the file.
She was my first love.

Most people get to
remember that fondly.

Yeah. In your statement you said
you were with Natasha Hopkins

on the night of the murder.

Had you been seeing
her for long?

No, Tash was just sex.

What would you say the
difference between sex,

and say an affair is?

Well, if it's serious,
you know, you cook, you eat...

Before you fuck 'em.

(Kath laughs)

Tasha didn't mean anything?

Is that how Isabel felt?

She was pretty angry
the night of the formal.

Hormones.
They were teenagers.

Hormones make teenagers crazy.

I'm not proud about what
happened with Tasha,

but it didn't
mean anything.

It wasn't real.

I loved Izzy,
and she knew that.

Hector just - got her wound
up that night, that's all.

Yeah, in what way?

I don't know,
you're the Detective.

Maybe he wasn't a
pillow biter back then.

So Isabel wasn't
angry with you?

We argued about
a road trip.

That's in my statement.

So she broke up with you so
she could go on a road trip?

No, no, no,
we had our own plans.

Okay.

And she changed her mind?

No, she didn't
change her - look,

she was never going away
on that trip with Chloe.

Her Dad would
have stopped her.

I'm not the one who
fucked up our future.

The man who killed her did.

Police should have found
that blue car.

Exactly.

And what sort of crazy person
takes the hair off a dead girl?

A crazy man, that's who.

What do you make of her letter?

It's bullshit, it's not her.

And The Ankou?
What is that?

Just some
Islander mumbo jumbo.

Actually it's Celtic.
It means Death's Shepherd.

All right, guys, I'm
sorry for interrupting.

Maybe we should do
this another day.

We own the
farm supply store in town.

I'll be doing the
books there later tonight.

Perfect.

(waves rippling)

It's beautiful.
Calming.

Usually.

I told my parents
about Izzy's hair.

It's okay.

They won't saying anything,

but they gotta know it was
someone from here.

Do you ever think it could
have been someone local?

No, we had no reason to.

Hear any gossip at the time?

A bikie enforcer.

Because there was a bunch of
bikies that rode through town

the day of her funeral.

And satanic ritual
gone wrong.

And that last one
really hurt Dad.

Are you a believer?

I have my moments.

But life's pretty
confusing either way.

You know, I always envied
people who had faith.

It felt like they were plugged
into this big battery,

just never run out of energy.

So where do you get
your energy from?

Anger.

You?

Guilt.

Maybe knowing what
happened will help.

They say that darkness
gives birth to monsters.

Turn on the light,
they're gone.

Are they though?

I hope so. Otherwise my job's
pretty fucking pointless.

You know your tattoo...

...it's the same day
Izzy died.

What's the go with that?

It's also the day my brother
Ritchie went missing.

It's a long story.

Maybe one day I'll...

...I'll be
able to tell it.

Just a coincidence.

I'm Kalana Baker, niece
of Isabel Baker,

who was murdered here in Ashford
by someone she knew.

Like her, I'm a proud
Australian South Sea Islander.

I love my country. But every day
I have to walk past this.

The founder of my home town.
A brave pioneer.

And the man who kidnapped and
enslaved my ancestors

to work in
his cane fields.

Australia needs to admit its
built on black bodies.

Come on, arrest me.

(brushing sounds)

Aunty Izzy would never
have apologised.

She never would have
done any of this.

She was too busy chasing boys.

Now, scrub it properly.

You heard the rumour?

What rumour?

About Izzy's hair.
Is it true?

Keeping secrets for the
bully man now?

I don't have to
explain myself to you, Mick.

You're not the
only one who lost her.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because the new fella asked me
not to for the investigation.

So he matters more than me?

Hey, you show some
respect to your mother.

And what's this
on your Insta?

Vandalising a
public statue?

I was correcting
a public lie.

Is Kalana Baker so weak,
that when trouble comes,

you're going to give in
to your bad angel.

That statue's
the bad angel.

You need to stay out of trouble

and stop throwing
away your opportunities

before you've even earnt them.

Oh, my God, listen to yourself.

You sound like a white
social worker.

Aunty Izzy would be
ashamed of you.

(slapping sound)

I've gotta
go lay down.

(car driving,
then stopping)

(solemn music)

Hello.

Anton?

(bumping sound)

Ah, Jesus.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

What happened mate?

Don't know.

Come on. I'll help you up.

(Anton groans)

Oooh!

That's a nasty one.

Yeah.

Maybe we should
get you to a doctor.

Nuh, nuh, nuh, I'm fine.

Fair enough.

Come on.

Who did it?

I don't know,
he came from behind.

- He just came from behind?
- Yep.

What about when you
were on the ground, hey,

and he's kicking ya?

Maybe you recognised
his shoes.

Nuh, cause I had
my eyes closed.

Must be a concussion
then, huh?

Messing with your memory.

Yeah, must be.

Well, you can't drive home.

What, why not?

Concussion.

You got someone to call?

Okay.

I'll get you a towel.
We'll get you cleaned up.

(phone chiming)

Hello.

No, you can't
say anything.

I'm not going back yet.
I'm staying in Ashford.

I can meet you wherever
you want. Please.

(Car driving
and then stopping)

A bit melodramatic,
isn't it, mate?

You seriously
can't drive?

I'm fine.

It's his idea.

Big hero from Brisbane?

I got it from here,
mate, thanks.

Maybe you shouldn't
be driving either.

Mate, I'm fine,
I've only had one.

I'll blow in a breathalyser
for you if you want.

(sighs)

Just take it easy.

Let's get you home, boy.

We're not done talking
about who did this to you.

What about you? Do you know
who might have done it?

Someone's boyfriend?
Someone's husband?

He loves it.

(car starting and taking off)

(laughing on video recording)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

Hey boss.
You're up late.

The world doesn't stop just
'cause you're not here, James.

So we tracked down
the rego on that car.

It hadn't been
renewed since 94.

Your victim's from
Vanuatu, is that right?

Mm-hm.

Well so is
the car's owner.

He's a Pastor of a church
in regional NSW.

Two Pastors from
Vanuatu walked into a bar.

Have you heard this one?

Are you having
a stroke?

The victim's father was
also a Pastor.

Maybe there's some
kind of connection there.

How about I interview the
car owner in person then?

Yeah. Yeah, please,
that'd be great.

I'll send you some details
that I need from the interview.

- Great.
- Okay, thanks boss.

(suspenseful music)

(Isabel voiceover) In 2019, I
predict that Ashford will be...

...still full of predators
disguised as friends.

I've seen The Ankou here,
sharpening its scythe,

waiting to
reap our souls.

There are people here
I trusted.

But now I know they
feed on suffering.

(suspenseful music)

One day, when I'm
safe from their clutches,

I'll expose them,
and their cruelty.

You promised.

We agreed we'd take it
to our graves.

That's if they
don't kill me first.