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Yeah?

Alright.

OK.

Jay.
G'day, Robbo.

What's the story?

The truckie pulled up
to check his trailers,

heard a wild dog growling
from under the bridge,

smelt something rotten.

How did he know it was a wild dog?

Guess he just knows the difference,
I suppose.

You know, between a wild dog and
a wild kind of normal dog.

You let Macka talk to the truckie?

Guess he just let himself, mate.

Are these your footprints?

Yeah, I guess they are.

The other ones there
belong to the truck driver.

Why isn't this crime scene
locked off?

I didn't think we'd worry about it
out here, Jay.

It's the middle of nowhere.

You know her?

Yeah.

She's a local girl.

I'll send a car out, then.
No.

I better do it myself.

How's it going, Jim?

Nice to see you back,
Detective.

Laceration to the throat consistent
with a knife wound,

capable of causing death.

Time of death, 48, 72 hours ago.

Probably wasn't here.

Few post-trauma wounds
around the upper arm.

Probably K9 in origin.

Yeah.

Truckie said he saw a dog
growling in here.

Big bastard, was he?

The dog, I mean.

I don't know. He didn't see it.

But he said it was a wild one.

How did he know it was a wild dog,
Jay?

I was reading about wild dogs.

They were terrorising a town
in Russia

or some place.

People were too scared
to go out at night.

Get this, the dogs had learnt
to travel on the subway.

They'd take the late-night trains
into the city and scavenge for food

and take the early morning
train back out.

Can you believe that?
Dogs taking trains.

It's a crazy world,
getting crazier.

What have you got there, Jim?

A wild grass seed.

Oh, look at that.

Last moments of life.

It's a picture, ain't it?

That's basically
when I found the body.

Thanks for calling it in.
Cheers.

Jay.
Sarge.

Bit early for ice-cream.

Nice welcome home for you.

Hope they taught you something
down there in the big smoke.

Who is she?

Her name's Julie Mason.

I haven't seen her in a while.

Sarge, you know I've had
nothing like this.

I know, Jay.

But sooner or later
you're going to get it.

I guess today's your lucky day.

So what can you give me?

I've got every spare wheel in
the drug squad or the theft squad.

Frank's leaving tomorrow.
Don't forget his dinner's tonight.

You're just going to have to ride
bareback for a while.

There's too much other shit
going down.

Things have changed
since you've been away.

Sarge, we got a young girl
stuffed under the highway.

I know.

I know, Jay.

Just see what you can come up with.
OK?

This feeling,
which is very similar. But...

Hang on.

Jay. Jay. You got something for me?

Have you got something?
I got no comment.

Come on, mate.

Was she a local girl?
Come on, Macka.

Come on, Jay,
this is your first big case.

You'll be surprised
how much I can help you out.

We'll see what happens, if I need
your help I'll let you know.

Just off the record. Off the record.
Something.

Thanks, Macka.

Come on, mate. I need something.

What time did you find her?

No comment, Macka.

Ashley.
You there?

Yeah, what?

It's Julie.

She was found dead this morning.

True?
Yeah.

I'm sorry.

She was found under the highway,
out of town.

She's been there a few days.

You know if anyone
wanted to hurt Julie?

I don't know much about
what she was up to these days.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't remember what day
it was now.

Ashley.

Did Julie wear any jewellery?

She had a silver necklace

with her name on it.

Gave it to her when she was little.

Did Julie have a phone?

Like that one.

Like this one.
You sure?

I need a drink or something.

Rightio. 69.

6, 9, 20. Number 4.

45, 4, 5, 54.

5, 4, 79, 7, 9, 70.

7, 0, number 9.

24, 2, 4, 75, 7, 5, 37.

Hey, nephew.

Hey, old boy.

I still see you're dying your hair.

How's it going?

No good. Them kids, they busted me
out again.

How's the neighbourhood.

She's pretty wild these days,
nephew.

Lots of drugs and shit going on.

A new drug lab started up
out of town.

There's more than enough people
walking around on the gear,

going schizo.

You know Julie Mason

who belongs to Ashley?

Yeah, I know her.

What do you know about her?

So what's going on?

I'm not too sure.

Julie's into a bit of shit.

Mostly drugs.

I know she owes
a lot of fellas money.

People say she's been
going out with truckies.

What do you mean?
Having sex with them for money.

Trucks pick them up
just out of town.

They usually take them up out there
and park near the big antenna.

What about her friends?
She got a few.

I seen her getting around
with that Tarni Williams.

She lives in your old street.

It's a green-roof house
across from the red-roof house.

Right next to the park.

Thanks, old boy.

Hey, you watch your back.

Time to get my money back, hey.

Hey, you kids.

Hey, cuz.

Your parents home?

What about Tarni?

Is she home?

Tarni, someone's here for you.

What?

I just want to ask you
a few questions.

About what?

About Julie Mason.

I got nothing to say.

Tarni.

- That bad?
- Is it something I said?

I'd just like to start by saying,
Frank,

you're a real one.

Thanks.

Scarce as rock on horse shit.

Seriously, it's been a long time.

I reckon the drug squad's going to
be lost without you. Johnno?

Speak for yourself, Sarge.

It's going to be hard
to replace you.

It's hard to replace anyone
out here.

As you know, this joint was robbed
five times last month

by the same teenage kid.

And just last week a junkie held
a knife to a woman's throat

just across the road from here.

And let us never forget poor young
constable Bobby Rogers

who died last year
in the line of duty.

God bless his soul and family.
Here, here.

Jesus, maybe we should all shoot
through while we still can.

But for some of us,
it's the only home we know.

And we gotta stop the rot,
and protect our way of life.

We hope you think of us when
you're sinking cold ones

on that tropical isle.

Raise your glasses.

Let's drink a toast to... what's
your name again?

- Frank and Joyce. To Frank and Joyce.
- Frank and Joyce.

Happy trails.

Good on you, Frank.

How's it going?

Not bad.

You here about that girl, are you?

Yeah. That's right.

I tell you now I don't know nothing
about it.

That might be true but I still need
to ask you a few questions.

Yeah, well,

I got a herd of cattle here
I gotta dredge.

Won't get done by itself.

I understand, mister...

Bailey. Sam Bailey.

Mr. Bailey, do you remember seeing
any cars stopping down the highway

on Friday or Saturday night?

There's always someone
stopping there.

Mostly truckies checking their load,
I guess.

What about last Friday or Saturday
night?

Might have been.

I don't recall any details.

Like I said, I don't know nothing
about it.

Normally in bed by 9:00,
I'm up at sparrow's.

Do you remember seeing anything
strange out here lately?

Well, few of these wild dogs
running around everywhere.

Killed two of my young calves
last week.

Only other thing strange is these
young hoodlums come out from town,

trying to steal everything I own.

I got signs, guard dogs,
bloody car alarms,

don't stop that little bloke's hands
getting on something.

Are you a real copper

or one of them black trackers
who turns on his own type?

No disrespect intended.

How much land you got here,
Mr. Bailey?

Far as you can see.

That's a lot of dirt.

Yeah, I guess.

Your children will have a pretty
good future then, won't they?

You're a lucky man.

You know your way back to town,
don't you?

Got a smile on him like a shot fox.

Johnno.
Jay boy.

I'm going to have to get back to
you, Jack.

I will, but later.

Oo-roo.

What?
What do you know

about young girls prostituting
to truckies on the highway?

Come on, Jay.

It's only rumours.

Nothing's ever been
officially reported.

Well, I want to put a sting
on the truck drivers.

We'll put a young girl
out on the highway

and get a pool of suspects.

Where am I going to get the men
for that?

What makes you think you're looking
for a truckie?

Come on, Sarge. This shit
has to be cleaned up anyway.

One war at a time, Jay.

It's all we can afford.

I'll tell you what.

I'll put in a request for a reward
for information.

A reward.

Jesus, Sarge.

That's the best I can do.

Jay, got Jim on line one for you.

Approximate time of death occurred
sometime last Friday night.

Cause of death is definitely from
the laceration across the trachea,

probably from a, say, 20cm-knife
with a serrated edge.

Like a hunting knife.

Yeah. But not a cheap one.

High quality. Very sharp.

And the bite marks
are definitely from a dog.

A bloody big one.

You got any fibres?

Hang on a sec. Yeah.

Yeah. Light brown fibre

was found in one of the girl's
fingernails.

It's been sent away for analysis.

What's it look like?

I really couldn't say, mate.

What about the blood tests?

Nothing really.

Pretty much came up with a blank,
except for minute alcohol traces.

Alright. Thanks, Jim.

No worries, mate.

G'day, Jay.

Long time no see.

Hey, Mick, how you going?
Can't complain.

How's your old man's Winchester
holding up?

Still shooting straight.

Don't make them like that anymore.

What can I do you for?

What have you got
in the way of hunting knives?

Let's see.

This is the range I got here

but I could get something in special
on order if you want.

Give us a look at that big
Black Hawk you got there.

She's a beauty.

You sold many of these lately?

Yeah, quite a few.

Pig hunters and roo shooters
just love them.

You remember
who you might have sold them to?

Gee whiz.

Memory's not what it used to be

and only take cash for those
so I've got no records.

Thanks, Mick.

This wouldn't have anything to do
with that girl

they found on the highway.

I really can't say, Mick.

Thought as much.

I'll take a box of your best .308s.
Hollow points.

Yeah, no problems, Jay.

How are you going,
my little brothers?

Good. You copper, bro?

Yeah.

We hate coppers, bro.

We kill coppers, bro.

Who you looking for?

Ashley. You seen her?

They gone.

Gone where?

Different town.

Yeah? How'd they go?

Train.

OK. Thanks, little brother.

I found a phone like that.

Yeah? Where did you find it?

Just there.

Just there on the road.

Yeah.

Is that a real gun?

What do you think?

Can I look at it?

Tell me what you did
with that phone first.

Then I'll give you a look at my gun.

Show me your gun first.

Let me hold it.

You're not allowed to look at it.

Thanks, little brother.

Heard you was back.

How you been, Mary?

Not bad.

What you up to?

Oh, not much.

Just working.

Still working hard.

Heard you're a big detective now.

Yeah.

Guess so.

You must be on good money?

You look good.

Yeah.

Except for...

You know what I'm like.

Not going to back away from a fight,
am I?

Is Crystal home?

You here about Julie?

You know about her?

So what, you're just here for work?

Not here to see your daughter.

Crystal.

Your father wants you.

What you been doing?

Nothing. Just Facebook and
I'm watching TV.

What happened to you?

Just fighting.

How you going with your mother?

Still drinking.

All the time.

You know Julie Mason's dead.

You good friends with Tarni?

Sort of.

What did Julie call you about?

Nothing much.

Was she in trouble?

She never said anything about it.

Did you know she was going with
truckies out on the highway?

Crystal, maybe you should come
and live with me for a while.

What for?

Get out of here for a few months.
It'll do you good.

What about I get a job for you?

Like what?

I don't know, like in a dress shop
or something.

What am I going to do
in a dress shop?

Jay boy.

Hey, Johnno.

What you doing out here
in the middle of the night?

Oh, you know. Working late.

You work too hard, Jay boy.
Too hard.

You should learn to relax a bit.

Maybe you should ask Sarge
for a bit of downtime.

Yeah. I wish.

Yeah, don't we all? Don't we all?

What about you guys?
What are you doing?

You know, just doing a bit
of intelligence. Intelligence work.

Intelligence work?

Yeah. Intelligence work.

We've been working out here a long
time now. A long time.

We've gone a long, long way
to get where we are.

Is that right?
Yeah.

And we'd really hate for someone
to come along

and fuck up all our hard work.

Can I...

Can I ask you something,
Jay boy?

From one cop to another.

You ever kill anyone?

Come on, Johnno.

No, I mean by accident.

Sounds like you're the one
who needs a break.

No, seriously, Jay boy.

Would you tell anyone?

You know, if you did.

I mean, if you could
get away with it,

would you tell anyone?

Is there something you want to tell
me, Johnno?

No, I'm just fucking with you,
Jay boy. Just fucking with you.

Yeah, well, I better get home
to sleep.

Yeah, good idea, Jay.
Good idea.

Maybe we could go out for a feed
sometime,

have a bit of a yarn.

Bit of a yarn.

Yeah, maybe.

No worries.

Goodnight, Jay boy.

Jay.

Hey, Sarge.
How are the grandkids?

Spoilt.

Nice horse.

It's a year old.

Worth a penny.

Or two.

You know your horses.

I'd expect that from a bloke whose
father was head stockman

round these parts.

My first memories
are on the back of his horse

out at Slaughter Hill Station.

That's before everyone left
the mission and moved into town.

The simple life, Jay?

Whatever happened to it?

Warming up.

Yeah, she's going to be a hot one,
alright.

I could do with a bit of amber.

Cheers, Jay.

So, how's it going?

Still looking for a truckie?

I don't know what I'm looking for.

It's hard to keep track
of these young girls.

They don't like talking much.

I can imagine.

What do you know about Johnno
before he joined the cops?

What do you mean?

I saw him out on the highway
last night with Robbo.

He was acting a bit strange.

He probably thought
the same thing about you.

He's from up north.

He got in a bit of trouble

and the police up there
had to cop a transfer.

What kind of trouble?

I don't know the details
to be honest.

What do you reckon he was doing
out there?

Not too sure.

Now, come on, Jay.

Don't get all paranoid on me.

Sometimes Johnno's got to go
for a while without a wash.

That red dust can be hard
to get off.

What if that red dust don't come off
no matter how hard you try?

Come on, Jay.

Your hands are going to get a bit
grubby from time to time.

You'll get used to it.

Johnno's doing a good job.

He's got some big busts coming up.

Just make sure you don't get caught
in the middle.

It's OK.

Been there all my life.

What, caught in the middle?

Yeah, I guess you have,
you poor bugger.

Don't get in anyone's way.

I'll get you some help
as soon as I can.

I just remembered
there's something I got to do.

I'll see you later, Jay.

Yeah. No worries. Thanks, Sarge.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

With what?

With Crystal.

What about her?

What's she hanging round
those crazy girls for?

She's been hanging round them girls
for years.

She got a boyfriend?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask her yourself?

Because she won't talk tome.
Course she won't.

She told me you asked her
to go live with you.

She spent the whole night in her
room crying after that.

Nothing I could say to her.

You're too late, Jay.

10 years too fucking late.

What happened to you?

What?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Living over there by yourself
in that big empty house.

Who do you think you are?

What did you want me to do?

Stay around and watch you
drink your life away.

I did that with my old man.

You weren't doing too badly
yourself, remember?

Least I'm trying to make
a difference.

Yeah.

How's it working for you?

You see, I know I got problems.

I made mistakes.

But at least I know who I am.

Do you, really?

G'day, Mr. Murray.

Mr. Murray.

Mr. Murray.

Who's there?

Mr. Murray?

Who wants to know?

I'm Detective Jay Swan.

Policeman?

You don't have to worry about me
driving without a license anymore.

Old girl finally packed it in.

I got everything I need right here.

Until my old wheels pack it in.

That's the roadkill.
I eat the roadkill.

Kangaroos and rabbits,

occasional pig.

Can't combat the foxes.

You just got to be quicker
than those mongrels.

See them on the way in, did you?

See who, Mr. Murray?

Fuckers are everywhere now.

What's everywhere?

Those mongrel wild dogs.

Fuckers came in,
they tore him to bits.

Bless his little soul.

I'm sorry about your dog, Mr. Murray.

Dog?

He was more than a dog.

Was everything.

Mr. Murray...

do you remember you called
the police

a few months ago?

You said you saw
one of those wild dogs

out on the highway.

You said it was carrying something
in its mouth.

You said it was a human bone.

A human bone.
Yeah.

That's right, Mr. Murray.

You said you saw one of those dogs
out on the highway

and it was carrying a human bone
in its mouth.

And you said something terrible
had happened.

Do you remember, Mr. Murray?

Could have been.

My memory stopped where it was and
never be the same again.

You also said the police should
check the town for missing people.

Do you remember, Mr. Murray?

You don't know what something is...

until it ain't there anymore.

When time has its way with you...

not even your dreams
can bring it back.

Hey, nephew.

Hey, old boy. How you going?

Why didn't you tell me
Julie was murdered?

I couldn't say too much.

You know? Secret police business.
Yeah, right.

You know the family
used to live here?

Yeah, but I don't want any trouble
or anything. Know what I'm saying?

You know what I'm getting at here?

Yeah, don't worry.

I get you.

I won't say anything.

That mob moved out some time ago.
Do you know why?

A lot of trouble in there.
Lots of trouble.

Kids are out and on drugs, booze,
carrying on fighting.

I remember the old man in there

held the baby over the oven,

threatened he was going to cook
the baby in the oven.

Serious, he was, too.

Was there a teenage girl living
here? Nellie Dargon.

Yeah, she was living there
for a while

but she moved out.

Did she have any friends?

Yeah. Next door there.

She belonged to Mavis Macdonald.
Jasmine's her name.

Jasmine, yeah.
She a good girl, too.

OK. Thanks, uncle. I'll catch up
with you later on.

Right. And don't forget...

Keep it dark.

OK. Don't worry.
I'll keep it dark.

Yep.

Mrs. Macdonald.

I was wondering if I could have
a word with Jasmine. Is she home?

What's this about?

I want to ask her a few
questions about her friend

that used to live next door,
Nellie Dargon.

That crazy house.

Jasmine.

Policeman wants you.

Yeah, she was on drugs and grog.

What kind of drugs?

Anything. She didn't care.

What about you? You take drugs?

No way. My nan'd kill me and
send me to hell.

Did she have a boyfriend?

No. No-one could handle her.

She used to see this one fella.

What fella?

I don't know.

She said he'd give her drugs and
grog if she meet him at the motel.

What motel?

Dust Till Dawn.

Did she ever say if this fella
was black or white?

Whitefella.

Do you know my girl, Crystal?

Yeah, I know her.

Does she ever do this kind of thing,

like Nellie did?

I don't know her that well.

OK.

Thanks, Jasmine.

How you going?

Pretty good now.

Do you have any regular customers?

Yeah. One or two.

Some truck drivers, contractors.

Did any of them stay here
around October 10?

Let me just check for you.

Got one.

It's a William Smith.

Do you have a vehicle
registration number?

No. He always left that part blank,
actually.

Can you remember what this
William Smith looked like?

I get so many people through here.
I can't remember.

He was an average looking cowboy,
I guess.

Hey, you must have worked with that
poor young police officer.

Which police officer?

That young Bobby Rogers.
He was killed out on the highway.

He came in here, too, last year.

You know, asking me
if I had any regulars.

Is that a fact?
Yeah.

That was a terrible thing,
for that poor man's wife and child.

Just terrible.

Do you remember
what type of vehicle

this William Smith was driving
at the time?

Let me think.

It may have been white utility.

That's right.

Covered in spotlights and bull bars.

Like a hunter's truck.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, you know what?
The strange thing.

He always asked for the same room.

How's it going?

You that Abo copper?

The old man's not here.
He's out droving.

That's OK. Actually,
I wanted to talk to you.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I was wondering if you saw any
vehicles pull up on the highway

last Friday night.

Can't say that I did.

What were you doing
last Friday night?

I was working.

Where do you work?

Roo shooter.

I run the meat freezer in town.

You got any witnesses
to prove your whereabouts?

How many do you want?

So, you're a roo shooter?

That's right.

You'd be a pretty crack shot then,
wouldn't you?

What do you fucking think?

What are you packing?

Rem 700.

Pull a head shot
from a thousand yards.

Ooh.

That's a fair way.

Nice rig.

Mind if I take a look at her?

Why would you want to do that?

I was thinking about buying
a hunting truck.

Go hunting with.

And what are you hunting for?

I don't know.
I'll find something.

Maybe wild dogs.

They seem to be running amok around
here these days.

Yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind.

If you had a warrant.

I was just curious.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Listen...

we usually shoot fellas
who turn up here without an invite.

Especially ones of the dark breed.

Is that a fact?

Man's got a right
to protect his property.

Thanks for your time.

Pete.

Pete.

No worries.

You have a good day, fellas.

Yeah.

G'day, Jay.

Hey, Jim. How's it going?
Not bad, mate.

We just got the results
from the lab.

I'm typing up a report now.
OK. Great.

Thought you might want to know,
the light brown fibres

found in the girl's fingernails
are of a synthetic material.

They've got the micro-structure
consistent

with the material found
in the production of car seats.

Which kind of car?
Well, that is the question.

It'll take a few weeks
to get a match.

Fibres were so deep
under her nails

they drew blood, Jay.

This girl went through
a lot of pain.

Thought you should know that.

One other thing, mate.

We also found something
a little bit strange.

The dog left its saliva on the girl

and the lab identified a special
gene in its DNA.

They're having trouble matching it
with other dog DNA.

Like it was some kind of super dog.

Anyway, that's just a bit
of trivia.

I'll send this report over ASAP.

Right. No worries, Jim. Thanks.

It was a Friday night. Bobby
was at home watching the footy.

I remember it was his team playing
when he got a phone call.

Said he had to go out and
meet someone.

Did he say where?
Nuh.

Just that he'd be gone an hour.

Two hours later I was getting
worried so I called the station.

They said they didn't know anything.

Then the phone rang at 3:00
in the morning.

I just had this bad feeling.

Took me a few minutes
to pick up the phone.

Highway patrol found his car
on the side of the highway.

And his body lying in a pool
of blood.

Did your husband ever talk to you
about his work?

Never.

Said he didn't want to bring it home
to the family.

I couldn't find Bobby's case file
at the station. Any idea why?

A special team came up from the city

but nothing really came of it.

I guess it all got
turned over to them.

Did they ever tell you
who called Bobby that night?

They wouldn't tell me anything.

But I know it was another policeman.

How do you know that?

I didn't hear any names,

but Bobby always spoke a certain way
when he was talking to another cop.

Which way was that?

Like he trusted them.

Thanks, Peggy.

1-7-5 to 2-1. You copy?

Copy, 1-7-5.

Can I get a name
for a registration number -

golf, uniform, whisky, 3-0-2?

Copy - golf, uniform, whisky, 3-0-2.

Copy that.

Should be a silver Excel
registered to a Wayne Silverman.

You got a record summary?

How long you got?

Just give us the last few years.

Several counts of possession,
supplying and selling narcotics,

five counts of receiving
stolen goods,

one count of break and enter,
two counts of assault,

two failed to appear for one count
of car theft.

Two counts of driving unlicensed and
the list goes on.

OK. Thanks for that.

You heard about Julie Mason.

What do you know about her?

She ever get drugs from you?

Wayne.

Sometimes she come to me
for a stick.

And?

She always had no money, but.

So?

I owed a few favours
to some fellas

so I sent her out to give them
a good time.

What about the missing girl,
Nellie Dargon?

You know her?

Missing?

She probably just fucking OD'd
somewhere.

Fucking mad on money and
having a good time.

They used anyone
to get what they want.

They deserved everything
they get.

Why'd you run, Wayne?

Thought you were someone else.

Someone after you.

In some trouble.

I might be able to help you.

I don't think so.

You got a pretty big record here.

And you got two warrants right here.

What would I find
if I searched your house?

I stole a car and stripped it.

Found a case
full of brown sugar in it.

When we stopped at Chook-A-Chook
for a feed,

some prick stole it from my car.

What kind of car?

A Merc.

An old one.

Where'd you dump it?

Out near
the old mission garbage tip.

Who owned the gear?

Crystal's your girl.

What?

You own Crystal?

You own her?

Yeah.

Thought so.

How do you know her?

Small town.

How do you know her?

They all come looking for it
sooner or later.

Do anything to get it.

How do you fucking know my daughter,
Wayne?

How do you sleep at night

locking up your own people
all the time?

Pardon me, Jay boy.

Can I see you for a sec?

What?

You realise what you're doing
in there?

Yeah.

I'm doing my job.

Well, brother, I have to tell you,

you're fucking with my
number one informer.

Hey? How about that?

Should watch where you step,
Jay boy.

Those big boots of yours
will get you in trouble.

Might get you in trouble.

Don't worry, I'll make sure
he gets home.

I pulled a few strings
with the district commander.

There's a detective team coming down
from the homicide branch.

I think you better get out of town
for a few days.

We both know what's going to happen.

No-one'll talk to them.

They'll do their paperwork.
They'll keep their mouths shut.

And they'll go back
to where they come from.

But maybe that's what you want.
Keep everything in its place.

Be more than a few black girls
to worry about

if this town turns into
a fucking war zone.

For some people
it already is a war zone.

What happened?

I just come home from bingo.

Front door was busted in.

You know what they were looking for?

Where's Crystal?

I don't know where she is.

Probably off looking for something.

Where does she go?

Mary.

Where does she go?

I don't know.

What if they come back, Jay?

Call the police.

Got nothing to say to you, Jay.

I never saw anything.

Come on, Ted.

You see everything in this street.

I just want to know one thing.

Was there a Holden Statesman?

Just say yes or no.

How about that feed?

Thanks, Ange.

You're not hungry.

Look, Johnno, I don't have
a lot of time right now.

I know how you feel, Jay boy.

Not enough seconds in the day.

Yep. No time for friends,
family.

See, we got the same problem.
This fucking job.

I don't know about you
but I'm a real sad case.

Live on my lonesome,

no woman, no kids.

Just the ugliest bull-mastiff
mongrels you've ever seen.

What do you carry?

'68 Winchester .308.

That's a classic right there.
Right there.

Not easy to come by.

Belonged to my old man
before he passed away.

Do you think you can really
use that thing

to take a man's life?

Do you think you can really make
a difference to this place?

Kittens in washing machines,
babies in ovens.

All that fun stuff.

Just a matter of time
before it got out of control.

Out of control like those fucking
grass fires they always light.

So, what do you know
about the Bobby Rogers murder?

Fuck.

What were you doing out there today?

Just sightseeing.

You see anything interesting?

Maybe.

Look, what do you want, Johnno?

I just need to find out
what's missing

and I need to do it pronto.

That's all.

That...

that daughter of yours...

she's a beautiful girl.

You're a lucky man, Jay boy.
You're a lucky man.

But you should learn
to look after her.

Yeah.

Jay boy.
I've got it.

What have you got?

What's missing.

Good boy, Jay, good boy.

Good boy.

There's a place
called Slaughter Hill.

It's off Mystery Road.