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Thousands of years of history

obliterated in seconds.

Channel 7 cannot confirm

or deny as to whether it is
not authentic ISIS video.

However, it does show the
radicals destroying Nimrod,

a priceless archeological
site inside Iraq.

You're bleeding.

- Well between shedding some blood

and fighting those pricks for
the last 10 gallons of fuel,

I'll bleed.

It's 45 degrees out there.

For now they can just-

- My hero.

Here.

Concentrate on the road.

Look.

Pull over.

- Sophie.

Not while we're late, please.

The plane leaves in-

- I just need a photo.

- No way.

- Come on.

Two minutes, pull over.

Come on, come on.
- Two minutes later.

Please.

They see a parked SUV around here

and a drone might just
decide to light us up.

- MQ9s out of Turkey don't fly today.

- Now you're the expert?

- General Sherman invite
you to the barbecue?

Two minutes.

Hey, Sophie.

Glad you made it back in one piece.

We're very jazzed about that.

The New York Met wanted to come over

and meet you.

Got a call from Brussels
in the London Museum

about the statue too.

Anyhow, see you soon.

Hi darling.

It's mom.

I'm very proud of you.

Give me a call, please.

Hey, it's me.

I'm probably asleep.

Walk towards the lounge.

- Hey.

Hey.

Hi.

- I'm so sorry.

I forgot to order the geraniums.

On the upside, I fed the
cat and I even swept.

And there's fresh milk in the fridge.

What time is it?

- Time for a drink.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Happy birthday.

- Can I open it?

- Hmm.

- It's beautiful.

- Oh, shut up.

- A year's membership to Forever Together.

Together Forever?

- Gimme a break.

I hear they're good.

- "Our site is dedicated to finding you

your perfect partner.

Your soulmate might be
closer than you think.

The universe has a perfect
mate waiting just for you."

Poetry.

Well, my copy of "Moby
Dick"'s going in the bin.

- Well, speaking of dick,
I could always hook you up

with a number of well hung bachelors.

Just say the word.

- A new dick, no Dick, not now.

- How long has it been?

Two years?

- 15 months.

- Oh geez.

Just has remarried and
getting on with his life,

and you're still stuck.

You know, if you don't get out

and use that thing, it's gonna ice over.

- I date.

- No, you butt dialed a guy.

That is not a date.

- I totally called him.

- You accidentally butt dialed him

when you were in Dolce & Gabbana.

When he turned up, you sent him home.

Mm.

- Remember?

- I think I slept on it wrong again.

- Oh, remind me.

You had it stapled?

- Stapled?

I'm not Frankenstein.

I have a figure eight wire in it.

It's called a kirschner.

Dr. Harris totally had
to rewind my forearm.

- You're like Robocop.

- Oh God.

Look at yourself.

You had your ankle done.

- Robocop.

- I'll show you Robocop.

Hmm?

- Like I said, Robobabe.

- Fuck you.

- Oh, amazing.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- If Indiana Jones ever needs
a new partner, you're it.

- I did what I could.

- We have a standing invitation next month

at the London Museum

to congratulate the
Australian woman who risked

life and limbs saving
the priceless relics.

We were sorry to hear about Assad.

He was what?

84 and retired?

- It was barbaric.

- Islamic State brought
him to the main square.

They beheaded him in
front of a small crowd.

Then they strung him from the column

and they placed his head on
the ground between his feet.

His glasses were still on his nose.

All because he was the
museum's director of idolatry.

- You both helped salvage
hundreds of artifacts

before those bastards
rode over everything.

No mean feat, Sophie.

- I, I tried to convince him to leave.

He wouldn't.

He said he'd lived in
Palmera, he'd die in Palmera.

- How's Baz?

Best driver I ever had.

Worst conversationalist.

Kept harping on about his lotto tickets.

I'd say, "Surely Ella
doesn't condone gambling."

He'd say, "Only if I win."

- He got you back safely.

- That he did.

- You know, when your father
disappeared on his watch,

Baz swore he'd never let
anything happen to you.

- My father was a pragmatist.

Hello?

Sophie.

It's Baz.

Look, I'm here, but, but
I don't see that statue.

- Say again.

I'm here but there's no statue.

- Well, you got my GPS coordinates?

- Hey, where else would I be?

I'm right where we stopped the
car, but there's no statue.

Can you see the ruins?

I've been pacing
up and down like an idiot

for the past 20 minutes.

- Did they destroy it?

- Maybe.

But I don't see any rubble.

Honestly, I think some Blackwater
cowboy decided it would

make a great skateboard
for their backyard, Sophie.

It's gone.

Sophie, I can't hear you.

- Okay, Baz. Thank you.

Mmm.

Ah, ah.

Ah!

- Hi, it's Jade.

Leave a message.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

- Jade, it's Soph, something's wrong.

Just come over. Okay?

It's, it's got something
to do with that statue.

Just come bye.

- Ah, Dante, that's a good one.

So that one's $17.

- This okay?

- I'll take the 15.

Don't worry about it.

See ya.

- Um, are you open on weekends?

Sorry, darling.

We're not.

- Okay.

- Jade Gottman's...

Gottman's...

Jade Gottman's daughter.

Okay.

Sophie Allen,

the acquisitions director at the museum.

How long you known her?

- Since 2009.

We completed a business course together.

And?

- Yes?

- You were with her for
48 hours before she died.

Did she seem worried?

- No.

She was just tired from a long trip.

Didn't
mention names, anything?

- No.

- I only ask, Jade, because the
nature of the crime suggests

she may have had some enemies in Syria.

- She was murdered?

By who?

She works for the museum.

She's the head of the history faculty

and on the board of UTS.

- You tell me.

Did she have any enemies?

Someone at work?

Someone pissed her off?

I mean, an ex lover?

- No, Sophie didn't
talk about her friends.

- Never?

- Never.

They didn't tell me how she died.

- Well, she had had
superficial cuts to her body.

Somehow she impaled her left
hand on a kitchen knife.

Excuse me.

And we're still doing tests to determine

how she actually died.

Yeah?

Sorry.

- So here comes the part where you ask me

where I was on the night.

- We already know.

Your electricity board has you at home

using the power and the
home telephone twice.

- Great.

Big Brother's got me covered.

I feel so much safer.

Sophie was never lucky.

- Luck's got nothing to do with it.

- You don't believe in luck?

- Luck is fiction.

Shit happens.

Life on the other hand,
life is like poetry

and everyone hates fucking poetry.

- Like when they say how to
make God laugh his ass off.

Make plans.

- Oh yeah.

It's a mathematical probability.

50-50.

Half the time you're
automatically gonna do good

and the other half, all bets are off.

- And God?

- Never met him.

You want to hear a story about
God's great cosmic plans?

There's a guy by the
name of Taylor Kinslover.

He's traveling by the lakeside

in his SUV with the window half down

and a .38 shell hits him in
the neck, kills him dead.

Ballistic deduced it was a
bullet that came off the lake,

an accidental discharge.

The bullet fired accidentally.

It happens.

But then it ricochets off the lake,

travels two kilometers,

flies straight through an SUV window,

straight into Kinslover's neck.

God?

Quantum physics.

Cruel hand of fate, right?

So where do they begin this investigation?

Over 40,000 people live on the lakeside

and about 1000 live on their boats.

It's a cop's nightmare.

It's the needle in the
proverbial haystack.

But the first door Homicide knock on

is a proud owner of a 10
dinghy with a .38 caliber rifle

who admitted he had fired it accidentally

three days earlier.

- That sounds like luck to me.

- Okay, Jade, it's getting late.

We can pick this up later.

I'm gonna need you around.

Is that a problem?

- No.

You
have one new message

from Sophie.

Shall I play it?

Jade, it's Soph.

Something's wrong, just come over, okay?

It's, it's got something
to do with that statue.

Just come.

- Hello, beautiful.

We never did meet, did we?

"What type of man?"

One with, okay, skip.

"Hobbies."

Uh, does drinking wine count?

"Describe yourself."

Okay.

Uh, blonde,

green-eyed,

green-scaled,

veins, tendency to breathe
fire when provoked.

Attracted to shiny objects

of the expensive type.

Wonder if anyone will
actually respond to that.

Alright.

Better late than never.

Oh.

Oh God.

Ah.

- Where's the bathroom?

Just through there, darling.

What are you up to?

- Stuff.

- Stuff, huh?

Interesting stuff?

- It's a Sombrero Galaxy.

- Sombrero?

Like the hat?

- Correct you are.

Can't argue with that.

- Look yourself.

- So what am I looking at?

See all the
stars, the little white dots?

- Sure.

- When you think about it,
since the galaxy's made up

of millions of stars
and they look like dust,

logically, we must be looking

through all the stars to see it.

- So the stars are foreground.

- Correct?

The galaxy's 13 million light years away.

So we're looking past all
the white dots in the shot.

- Hey Einstein, your fucking homework's

not gonna do itself.

Yes?

My dad.

Gotta go now.

Being an exemplary student.

- Good riddance.

I'm Jade.

- Brodie.

Nice to meet you.

- You too.

- Hey, Vance.

- Hey.

- Can we get this down to the coroner?

- I'm gonna need that report from you.

- Yeah, look, I've got this
parent teacher thing tomorrow.

- What is it?

Coroner
said that they pulled

that out of the dead woman's stomach.

- Allenby's.

- That key is 700 years old.

Steel, copper, Middle Eastern design.

How it got in the woman's stomach,

anyone's guess.

- "Hello Jade.

I like the look of you.

Let's meet."

Okay, creepy no-name.

Too eager.

Delete.

"Hi Jade."

Hmm.

Surname misspelled again.

"My name is Todd.

I like hiking, sports,

rugby, bicycling on the,

on the weekends, going to the beach."

Okay there.

A little bit too sporty, Todd.

And you are evidently from outer space.

Whoa.

- Hey stranger.

Do you wanna come in for a cup of tea?

Do you want to talk about it?

Yeah?

No.

The other day I couldn't turn you off.

You were like the radio.

Is it your dad?

That was given
to me by my best friend.

She would like me to go
out more and meet men.

Do you want to hear a story?

- Sure.

- When I was a little
girl, my dad would take me

to the doctors and they would given forms.

And on the forms it would
ask for my blood type,

and my dad would write "red."

Some sense of
humor your father's got.

- I just think he wasn't
that smart to know

that it was looking for
an actual blood type.

- Well if you really wanted to know,

I'm sure I could find out for you.

There's certainly enough here.

Turn up.

- No, I think I'm okay.

- Explain to me again.

You woke up and it was outside the skin.

- Yes.

- Does it hurt if it press here?

- No.

- Here?

- No.

- And you're not in any pain?

- Not really.

It just feels very weird.

- I don't how you could
have done that to yourself.

We put that thing in pretty well.

It seems to have forced itself
outside the skin and grown.

And the only way that I
can see that happening

is if somebody operated on you,

unawares in the middle of the night,

and peeled back your elbow cartilage

and used a sterilized pair of pliers.

- I just want it off me.

Please, now.

- Of course.

Well, I'll call Dr. Spirit in Radiology,

get some X-rays done,

and I'll prescribe a course
of an antibiotic for now.

- Okay.

- I'm just gonna make that call.

I'll be back in a moment.

- Yep.

It's me.

I'm at the center now.

- Do you see it?
- Yeah, yeah.

Gotta go.

Yep.

- Okay, I need Allenby's number.

- Remind me.

- The headless lady.

Geez.

- All right.

I'm not your fucking secretary, okay?

- Are you following her or what?

- What, a guy can't chew bubblegum

and watch a chick's ass at the same time?

I see her, okay?

Send it through.

- Yeah.

- Shit.

Oh, oh.

- Jesus.

What happened to you?

- I don't know.

Listen, can you get Alex to cover that,

that B&E bullshitfor me, please?

- You'll have to brief him.

- Where's the dog?

- She's at home.

- Okay.

Internet, mate.

Internet.

- You found something?

- Gottman's daughter took Allenby's phone.

- I knew it.

I knew it.

And what kind of woman walks around

like it's Jackie O from 1963.

I mean, she's got a
white glove on one hand

and then nothing on the other.

I mean, what kind of chick does that?

She is guilty.

Trust me.

- The demon Chamunda is an ancient God

who apparently possesses anything

which steals its likeness or image.

It's like a virus.

The demon infects objects
like a kind of radiation.

It's Latin name is Diabolis Metalum.

Literally metal poltergeist.

The third element is silver,

which means this rare demon infects metals

or metallic objects only,
and makes its presence known

once its soul has been
captured by its host,

maybe in the form of a, of a drawing

or a sculpture or a photograph.

Once the demon is entrenched
in it's host's home,

it was said that everything
infected by Chamundo

was cursed to die.

Legend had it that in 744 BC,

a Persian king ruined by war and penniless

called upon the demon

to invade his home and turn
his wife into solid gold.

But he forgot about the rules.

And when he drew the likeness of the demon

to invoke its curse, Chamundo
turned him into a lump of iron

and his vengeful wife melted him down

and made 10 keys out of it.

And the rest she threw away.

- Manzerak.

- I found something on my floor,

something that would lead
to a male in his late 40s.

I've got the thing in my freezer box.

I don't suppose you know
what I'm talking about.

- Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Fuck.

Yeah, okay.

You made me.

- Breaking in without
a warrant is illegal.

I'm pretty sure I saw that
on "Law & Order" somewhere.

So do you want your finger
more than your career?

What happened?

- I don't know.

- I have your finger in my freezer box.

Talk to me.

- Listen, you might want
to stay in a hotel tonight.

Okay?

You're not safe, that much I do know.

- Okay.

Is that an order?

- Yes.

- Tell me something.

I saw a photo of your son at the station.

That was your son?

- Yeah.

Are you married?

Jade, did you
just hear what I said?

- I heard you.

Are you divorced?

I'm hanging up.

- No, don't.

But you, you want won't talk
about personal stuff now?

Right now?

- So why did you split?

- I didn't, she did.

- Go on.

- That photo was taken
by my son two years ago.

Our favorite restaurant, Smokey Pete's.

A few minutes later, a car
hit him on Cleveland Street.

It wasn't the driver's fault,

he just wasn't looking where he was going.

Walked straight inward.

And what was he doing that distracted him?

Sending me the photo.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, that can end the marriage.

Listen, um, I'm sorry about your kid too.

I mean, accident death can
be a real bitch to live with.

- I mean, I deal with it with pet therapy.

How do you deal with it?

- I wouldn't call it a cure.

I stay in a lot, work.

And Sophie was going away overseas,

and basically take over her place.

I tell her I keep her clean for her,

but it was an escape.

I went to a baby store one time.

- Listen, Jade, do what I tell you.

Pack some shit and get out of there.

Something in your place just ain't right.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Good, bye.

- Huh?

Brodie!

Brodie!

Brodie!

Brodie!

Brodie!

- What are you looking at?

I mean, either way I look at
it, there's some vile shit

in that place,

and I've gotta be the hero, right?

I mean, what's your take?

Yeah, I thought so.

Fuck!

Damn it.

This is harassment.

What do you want to, asshole?

You want a date?

Huh?

Do you want me dead?

Huh?

Will that make you happy?

So do it.

Fuck this!

Floor six.

- Come on.

Jade.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit, shit.

Give me a second.

Come on, come on.

Come on, okay.

- Oh shit.

- We're there.

Okay.

- You saved my life.

Illegally, but you saved my life.

It took all the world

to put the apartment
the way that I liked it.

- You're safe.

- And there were cushions and the tables.

- We're good.

- I'm gonna get you to the
proper, to the station.

- Wait!

What?

- We need to get Brodie.

Who?

- My neighbor.

- What?

No.

- Please.

Please.

She might be in danger.

- She might be, she might be in danger?

- Please, please.

- Is she in her apartment?

- Yes.

- Then she's safe.

- Not fucking safe, not fucking safe.

Not fucking some one up, not fucking safe,

not fucking safe.

Not fucking safe.

- Okay.

- Please, please.

- You really-

Do you really wanna go back up there?

- I want you to go back up there.

She's opposite me.

Please.

Please.

Whatever's up in my apartment,

it killed Sophie, didn't it?

Maybe, maybe.

Stay here.

Opposite your apartment, right?

Don't move.

- Brodie!

Brodie!

Brodie!

Jade!

Jade!

Jade!

Jade!