All language subtitles for City Homicide s02e14 Jane Doe.eng

(BEEPING)

What the hell do you want?!

You get out of my car!
How was the sale? Huh?!

Lots of money to spend?

What do you want?

Drive the car.

Please...
Now!

Please, look, I can give you money.

(GUNSHOT)

(TRAIN PASSES B Y,
WHISTLE TOOTS)

(GROANS)
Morning.

Hey.
All hands to the pumps, is it?

Yeah. Ugly one. This guy
found her first thing this morning.

Looks like she's been dumped.
From a car, maybe.

We got tyre marks here.
Got drag marks up there.

What about the victim?
Anything useful?

No. Caucasian, around 30.
About 175-ish.

And that's where it starts to get difficult.

Did you warn them?
Glorious technicolour.

Whoa! No head, no hands.

Yeah, we're already looking for them.

Uniforms are onto it now.
Sarge has set a preliminary radius.

One k. Soon as we've got the numbers,
we'll start a full sweep.

Someone's tried to make her
unidentifiable.

I mean, the hands as well.

Suggests maybe she had
a criminal record.

Killer was worried about fingerprints.

Sex worker, junkie?
Anything's possible.

Got an approximate time of death?
Well, it's hard to say.

She's been here a couple of days.

Rigor's passed
but there's some infestation.

I'll have a better idea after autopsy.

So tyre marks are over there?

About 10 metres from here.

Have to be after dark,
with that train line there.

It's too risky otherwise.

So, Mack, Saturday night, you think?
Uh, late, probably.

MATT: Judging by the lack of blood,
she was already dead.

It's as if the head and hands
were an afterthought.

What? Spontaneous?
Grab a handy tool?

Like they suddenly had
a body on their hands.

Senior Constable, last of our search
team is here. I need you to coordinate.

Yes, Sarge.
What's the search brief?

Stormwater drains, building sites,
the creek, you name it.

Can you autopsy straightaway?
Do you wanna take a look at my list?

Alright. See what I can do.
Thanks.

We'll need anything you can give us
on this one. Jane Doe.

You know how quickly
these can get away on us.

Mack, got anything for us?

Uh, well, she took care of herself.

Yeah, we noticed the pedicure.

Anything else that might help us
identify her? A birthmark, tattoo?

No, nothing like that. There's
no unusual distinguishing marks.

She was well-toned.
Gym junkie?

A gym regular, I'd say. Possibly, yes.

Age?
Oh, I put her age around 30.

Good general health. No children.

Sounding less and less
like a druggie or a hooker.

The decapitation
was definitely post-mortem?

Yes, which suggests to me
that some kind of head injury

could be the cause of death.

I mean, there's no trauma
anywhere else.

So we've got nothing.

There's never nothing.

For instance,
her liver's in great shape

but it just doesn't sit right
with her stomach contents.

How do you mean?

Well, the past week or so,

she's been drinking heavily,
eating mainly takeaway foods

and she's loaded to the eyeballs
with antidepressants.

Plus...

...bruising.

Not a blow, I don't think,

but, uh, she landed heavily
on this shoulder and arm.

Plus...
Another plus?

Now, if you just assume
that this is her hand here, like so.

OK? Now, the axe cuts here, clean.

One blow. OK?

Now, I found another deep cut

at right angles to the severing blow
on the back of the right wrist.

The back?
Not a suicide attempt, then?

No, no, it's the tail end
of a deep gash

that goes down, probably,
the back of the hand, like so.

Can you tell when this happened?

Well, given the degree of healing,

I'd say probably at the same time
as the bruising.

So a cut as well?

A cut... which was treated.

What's that?
It's a suture.

She went to a hospital.
Yeah.

About a week before she died.

Yeah, I'll be back in an hour or so.
Come and see me then.

All I'm asking for
is more uniforms, ma'am.

"Ma'am"?
It's a formal request now, is it?

I've got a 1 k radius
sweep search running.

I've got a doorknock happening

and now we have to check
emergency departments at the hospitals

and talk to gyms.

I need more people, ma'am.

And I'm telling you
I can't get them.

What about a media appeal
for information?

Bit hard to circulate a description
when the body doesn't have a head.

I'll see what I can do.
See what you can do.

Young woman, 30-ish, Caucasian.

Severe bruising on the arm, deep gash
on the back of the hand and wrist.

Uh, sutures.

Uh, tidy. Triple tied.

Yeah, they look like mine. Um...

There had to be more, though.
This isn't the whole cut.

The rest of the stitches

were probably on the hand
that was subsequently chopped off.

The right hand? Yeah, look,
I do remember. Friday.

Few millimetres to the left
and she would've needed a tendon graft.

Can you give us a description?

Mate, it's a zoo in here
at the weekends.

I can't tell you
how many people I see.

They all become the thing
they're in here for, you know?

Broken leg in 12. Head trauma in 14.

Sorry.
It's very important.

All I can remember was
she was a bit teary, a bit shaky.

Had a split lip too, I think.

Said she'd slipped and fallen
through a glass coffee table.

What? A domestic?
Possibly.

You 're supposed to report those.

Yeah, well, we were busy
and she denied it.

Look, she was well-groomed,
stylish, pretty, I think.

Long hair. Nice hands.

Hair colour?
Sorry.

Look, I could maybe
draw her bracelet for you.

Her bracelet?
Yeah. Lovely piece.

Antique, rose-cut diamonds
set in platinum with a jet feature inset.

Art Deco. My dad's a jeweller.
I grew up in his workshop.

If I hadn't ended up a surgeon,
I'd probably be cutting diamonds.

Maybe she left her name.
Yeah.

Marion Nottingham?
(LAUGHS) Oh, yeah, right!

And I'm Robin Hood.
(LAUGHS)

False name and she refused
any antibiotics or painkillers

so there's no pharmacological record.

Maybe she was on the run. Why?

An abusive husband, maybe?
What's this bracelet worth?

SIMON: Dr Stanwell reckons
you 'd be looking at at least six grand.

It's a one-off. Special.

Don't you check your internal emails?
If we get an alert we do.

I sent a work-up from the drawing.
A good four minutes ago.

SIMON: Thanks, Paul. Very nice.

That certainly looks expensive.
How about a mugging turned ugly?

No, it doesn't fit with the decapitation.

Whoever did this knew
who she was or what she was

and didn't want us to find out.

Fair enough.

Get this image emailed to jewellers,
auctioneers, antique dealers.

Then hit the phones
and follow them up. All of them.

Send them to the papers, Sarge?
CrimeWatch?

Wouldn't hurt.

No. No, it was platinum.

OK, sir. Uh, thank you.

Idiot.

So you 've had nothing like that
across the counter?

Alright, thanks for your help.
Yeah, well, if you do...

If you can give us a call,
we'd appreciate it. Thanks a lot.

Look who's here.

Hey.
Hi!

Food. I know you lot.

Coffees and pizzas that sit in the box.

And he comes home
and lies about having eaten.

Thanks.
Thai.

Healthy, sustaining. Eat.

You bloody beauty. One more
pizza supreme, I'm gonna vomit.

Thanks, Emma. What do we owe you?
Oh, no, get out.

Dinner, actually. When this one's done.

Deal. You can choose the restaurant.

OK, that'd be great.

The green bits are vegetables.
You should eat them.

Yes, Mum. Sweetie.

No, no, stay.
Stay, have some with us.

Yeah, there's plenty to go round.
Oh, no. I'm busy. That's cool.

Homicide. Detective Ryan.

That's right. Yep.

You did, sir? How certain are you?

Uh-huh.

No, I can't make any guarantees
about that, sir.

But you 've called us now
and we will follow up on this.

Yes, I can hold.

Got a hit. An old bloke
at an estate jewellers in Yarraville.

A guy sold him the bracelet

but was reluctant
to show his driver's licence.

He's getting the name for me...
Yeah, yes, sir, I'm still here.

That's Slade?

Damien Slade.

SIMON: Look closer, Damien.
Bloody hell.

I knew this would come back
and bite me on the bum.

I bought it under the counter.
My own money. I didn't tell my boss.

And I bet you didn't get an ID, did you?

Are you kidding?
She probably stole the thing anyway.

She?
She stunk of booze.

She was wired to the max, man.
She was a junkie.

So you thought you 'd take it
off her hands to help her out?

She probably murdered a woman
to get it, you dickhead.

Want us to drag you in
as an accessory?

What? Hey, look, I didn't know, man.

I mean, like, any way I can help, OK?
I didn't do anything illegal.

What was I gonna do? She was scary.

You 're gonna give us
everything you do know.

Day, time, what you paid, everything.

And then give us your
CCTV footage as well.

I don't know, man. My boss...

There's probably a murderer
on that footage.

What?

I don't think your boss will like it
if we come back here

with a search warrant and check out
everything in the store, is he?

MATT: He bought it for $1,200.
DUNCAN: It's worth $ 7,000.

Duncan and I believe that is was
owned by this woman, our Jane Doe.

Ava Stockton.
How'd you get to that?

DUNCAN: From a little old bloke
in Yarraville

who bought it from devious Damien.

Poor old guy realised
he could be in trouble for that.

Suddenly he was desperate
to be useful.

He did some work
on the bracelet's history for us.

It was bought from a deceased
estate auction three years ago.

Kenneth Stockton bought it
for his wife, Ava.

We pulled her photo
from DMV licence records.

It's very current.
Under a year old. She's 31.

MATT: Good work, guys.

So you got the junkie
that stole the bracelet and sold it?

Yeah, we've got her on CCTV, Sarge.
She is way out there. She's wired.

Wired enough to be our killer?
Take a look at her.

Freeze.

SIMON: I'll get a still of this. We need
to check her out with the Drug Squad.

Start looking at any assault robberies.

Especially ones by females.
I'll get onto it.

JENNIFER: Somehow, I don't think
you 're gonna get very far doing that.

Why not?

Because Ava Stockton
sold that bracelet.

She and the junkie
are the same woman.

Now, why would a woman, this woman,

go from this to this
in such a short space of time?

Could be drug addiction.

DUNCAN: Or maybe
she had a breakdown.

Something happened to her
that she couldn't handle.

Relationship break-up. Redundancy.

The loss of someone close.
Death of a child.

Something to put her
out of her comfort zone.

Maybe she started taking risks, meeting
up with the wrong kind of people.

All possibilities.

If we can answer that question, ma'am,
that's gonna take us to her killer.

How are you approaching it?
DUNCAN: We've got a name now.

Family and friends to talk to.

Once we tell next of kin, we'll get her
face in the papers. Both her faces.

I don't know if I'm comfortable with this.
It's a death knock.

Yeah, a death that he hasn't reported,

which puts him on the list
as a person of interest.

We need to see if he's gonna
spin us a line first, right?

Alright.

Uh, Canberra for a week.

I've been spending
quite a lot of time there lately.

Just landed
a major government contract.

Need to be on the ground
for quite a bit in the beginning.

What kind of work do you do,
Mr Stockton?

IT. I can't tell you about the
government gig. It's defence.

Cards being played pretty close
to the khaki vest.

So what is this about?
Are we being vetted?

How long was this trip, Mr Stockton?

A week. What is this?

And did you go to Canberra too,
Miss, uh?

Pritchard. Yes.

I'm joint owner of the business,
in case your brain's ticking over.

No, no, of course not.

Would it be possible
to speak to your wife, sir?

No. Look, I don't know.
I mean, she isn't here right now.

Any idea when she might be back?
I couldn't tell you.

Gemma and I got back
half an hour ago ourselves.

Do you know where she's gone?
No, I don't.

Is this about Ava? Is she alright?
What's happened?

When did you last see your wife, sir?

What? Before I left.

You have any idea
where she might be now?

No!
Ken.

No, Gemma.

Ken, you need to tell them.

No!
SIMON: Tell us what?

Oh, for God's sake, Gemma!

She left. I... I mean Ava.

She left before I went up to Canberra.
She walked out.

And when was that?
Last Saturday, a week ago.

I got back from the office
and she'd gone.

Look, we had an argument
on the Friday, agreed to call it quits.

Alright? She left.

SIMON: Do you recognise
this piece of jewellery?

Oh, my God. What's happened?

It's Ava's. What's going on? Tell us.

I'm afraid we may have some bad news.
We believe that your wife may be dead.

Oh, Jesus!

MATT: We need you to come with us,
Mr Stockton.

GEMMA: Are you arresting him?
SIMON: No, no.

I'm sorry, but we may need some help
to identify her body.

Oh, you bastards!

You stand around here asking
questions about her

and all the time
you suspect she's dead?!

You bastards!

He... he can't show me her face?

I'm sorry.
This woman has been dismembered.

Her head and her hands are missing.

It's better to tell you this
at the beginning.

Now, remember, this might not
be your wife, you understand?

OK.

Mr Stockton, does your wife
have any distinguishing marks

that you might recognise?

Uh, a mole. Yeah, a little one,
just inside her right... elbow here.

Something else?

A scar in the middle of her left foot,
just above her toes.

It's her.
That's... that's her favourite colour.

(CRIES)

Bernice.
Oh, Stanley.

Um, jungle drums.

The Minister has told the Commissioner

that the Parliamentary
Secretary of Defence is worried.

About what?

Are we looking
at any defence contractors

in connection
with the Ava Stockton murder inquiry?

Mmm, I believe we are, yeah.

Potential suspects.
I see.

Look, there are things
in the wind for me, Stanley.

I don't need any sudden complications.

You were supportive of my team's
decision to look at the husband

as a primary line of inquiry.

And now I'm adjusting that support on
the basis of new information received.

This needs to be played by the book.
Clean and simple. No complications.

A good clearance rate would not be
a complication, would it, though?

No, but a Secretary of Defence
with egg on her face could be.

This sounds to me as though it's more
about you than the case, Bernice.

Is there something
that you want to share?

Just keep me informed,
will you, Stanley?

This fight with your wife,
what was it about?

It was about our marriage being over,
about everything turning to crap.

Why? What happened?
Nothing!

I've been working too hard.
She was discontent. Unhappy.

We just had a fight, OK?

MATT: Did it get violent?
No.

Are these the defence contractors?
Yeah.

SIMON: Your wife ended up in hospital
with cuts and bruising.

She fell.

They were arguing, she came at him,
he pushed her away and she fell.

On the coffee table. It smashed.
She cut herself.

Did you take her to the hospital?
No, she drove herself.

She said she didn't want me near her.

And Miss Pritchard,
your business partner,

did you tell her what happened?

Yes.
Why?

He tells me everything. They both do.

We're all very close. Look,
if you think he killed her, you 're wrong.

Their marriage didn't sound too happy.

Was it?
We've had our moments.

Every marriage does, doesn't it?

Like what?

(SIGHS) Oh, an affair.

A couple of years ago.
It was... it was a mistake.

A one-off. A one-night stand, really.

And was it him or her?
Ava. She told me about it.

I told her to 'fess up and she did.

And how did her husband react?
They got over it.

Ken's a sweetheart.
He wouldn't hurt her.

He did in this latest argument.
Was it his turn to be unfaithful?

Were they fighting about you?
No, of course not. That's ridiculous.

Did you leave Canberra at all
while you were there working?

No.
DUNCAN: And how would you know?

What, were you together
the whole time?

JEN: Are you and Kenneth Stockton
in a relationship, Miss Pritchard?

Yes. A business relationship.

You stayed on in Canberra
for the weekend?

Weren't you worried about your wife?
We were busy!

We were working.
This is a massive contract.

There's a huge amount at stake.

Hmm. Tell me about it.

...float the company after this, go public.

Even made the front of
the business pages a few weeks back.

Did he tell you that Ava had left him?
Yes. After a few days, he did.

DUNCAN: And you still both
just stayed up there and worked?

I thought Ava would be back
when I got home.

I... I was gonna talk to her,
try and sort things out.

What things?
Our marriage. The fight.

God, I loved her. I didn't kill her.

Mr Stockton, something made your wife

fill herself up on booze
and antidepressants.

Something turned her
from this into this.

MATT: There's something
he's not telling us.

If he was gonna sneak away
and kill his wife

why would he tell Gemma
that they'd had a fight?

Cover his tracks
in case it came up later.

Or maybe they're colluding,
putting up a smokescreen.

Hmm. Their company,
this possible public float, it sounds big.

If you 're floating shares,

you don't want an angry ex-wife
in the mix claiming half the company.

Wouldn't do the share price
much good.

So maybe they both decided
to sideline her permanently.

Detectives,
we've found the head and hands.

Now, these were still on her fingers

so whoever did this
wasn't interested in the valuables.

You said you expected a head injury
to be the cause of death,

but she looks relatively intact.

She is. No massive trauma or anything.

Just this one small hole here
you 'd hardly notice.

Contact burns.
The weapon was a.22 handgun.

Not powerful, but enough to kill her.

Under the jaw.
What does that suggest? Suicide?

Or murder made to seem like one.
Execution face to face. Pih-choo!

Hmm.
Anyway, you got your cause of death.

No exit wound.
Bullet lodged in her brain.

We can swing a search warrant
of the house off this, can't we?

Look for the gun,
put some pressure on her husband?

We get a warrant tonight,
we can go in the morning.

I wanna see if Gemma Pritchard
just happens to be staying over.

I'll organise it. Jennifer,
how are you going on the background?

Uh, yeah, pulling it together.

Ava and Gemma do look like
they were close. Same hairdresser.

Lots of credit card match-ups.
Did a lot of shopping together.

Doesn't mean Gemma wasn't
bonking her best mate's husband.

MATT: What about bank details,
phone records for Kenneth too?

No, they haven't come through yet.
Wanna run Ava's medical background.

The antidepressants she was on.
I'd like to know a bit more about that.

Well, we can ask her husband
when we wake him up in the morning.

(SIREN WAILS, TYRES SCREECH)

KENNETH: What are you looking for?
We don't have to tell you that, sir.

Your car's in the garage
and we need the keys.

Oh, they're on the side table.

Your car's the one out front?
Yes.

And your warrant doesn't cover it.
Stayed over, did you?

Yes. In the spare room.
I wanted to keep Kenneth company.

He's just lost his wife
and I lost my best friend!

What are you looking for?!

She didn't die here. Someone
has killed her somewhere else.

How do you know that?
There's no sign of anything wrong.

She left. I told you.

She packed her things and walked out
after she got back from the hospital.

And you just took off for Canberra
the next day.

Yeah, please, come on,
be careful with that.

Sir.
Your wife was on antidepressants.

I already told you, no.
Yes, she was.

18 months ago.
I knew. She didn't tell Kenneth.

Did she tell you
why she was depressed?

Yes, and I already told you.
The affair. The office party thing.

She was ashamed and upset
and she felt terrible for ages.

Yeah, terrible enough.

Detectives?

Can you open the safe, please?

No, there's confidential papers
in there. Business things.

Yeah, or a gun, maybe. Open the safe.

(S AFE BEEPS)

Leave it. Step away. Thank you.

She left this behind.

KENNETH: And her credit cards.
Bank cards. She took a bit of cash.

That's all.

Like she's leaving me a message.
"Keep it. Don't need you anymore."

What's this?

Our wedding DVD.
In the safe?

Look...
There's a player in the lounge.

No.
Let's take a look.

I think we've seen enough.

Why is the guy wearing a mask?
Kinky.

Or he doesn't want anyone
seeing his face.

Obviously her husband's
seen the footage.

He lied to you about the disc.
There's your motive.

Sex tape with another bloke.

Husband finds it. She's up
to her old tricks, he loses it.

OK, get an analysis done on the DVD,
background and action,

and talk to Kenneth Stockton again.

So I did a complete analysis.

Type of camera used,
probable time of day.

Great. Thanks. Anything useful?
Not in there, no, but watch this.

Now, I watched this a thousand times
and didn't see it at first.

What did you find?
Here we go.

See? She's saying something.

Yeah.
Same thing a few times.

So I looped it, enlarged it... and look.

"This isn't me. No. This isn't me."

This lady's not enjoying herself.
She's out of it.

This isn't me.

Paul sent the loop
to the consulting doctor.

He took one look at it -
disorientation, false euphoria, tremors.

The dilated pupils.
Drugged.

Rape, no question.

Anything else?

He's still working on the background
but, yeah, he found this.

Refocus.

Somebody else was there.
Behind the camera. Getting it all down.

She was being blackmailed,
wasn't she?

Was she?

She told me and I didn't believe her.

I looked at the disc and I thought...

She cheated on me before, you see.

I didn't believe her.

Did your wife ever use drugs,
Mr Stockton?

What? No, I don't think so.

You don't think so?

We... we might have done
some marijuana in our student days.

This is my private life
you 're talking about!

Mr Stockton, your wife is dead!

Now, if we're offending your
sense of propriety, that is too bad.

But I assure you,
these questions are relevant.

Now, your wife may have been
drugged and raped.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, what have I done?

I didn't just... push her.

I hit her.

I found the disc she'd hidden.

I found it and...
(GLASS SMASHES)

...I hit her.

Did she say who was blackmailing her?
No.

She said she'd had
a few drinks at a bar.

Um, she was drugged.
She couldn't remember what happened.

Then...
(KNOCK AT DOOR)

...they sent the disc.

So what was the deal?
Um, money. 50,000.

SIMON: And she paid it?
She said she had. I don't know.

You have a trust account
attached to the company.

Rainy day stuff, yeah.
In case of glitches. We never touch it.

Well, you have now.

There was a cash withdrawal made from
that account six weeks ago. $50,000.

Blackmail's making more and more
sense, isn't it, Mr Stockton.

Why would they kill her if she paid?

They found a match on that bullet.

It came from the same weapon that was
used in an armed robbery two years ago.

Really?
Two blokes.

One got three years,
never gave up his mate.

Guess who Armed Robbery
thought the mate was.

Give it up, son.

That's it.

Now, that... that was just stupid.

One look at us
and you bolt for it?

Tell us about the gun.
What gun?

Do you think we're stupid, do you?!

You helped your mate Robbie Lyons

knock over Northcote TAB
two years ago.

You discharged a weapon
during the robbery.

That's not the smartest thing
you 've ever done.

They didn't catch you
but they recovered a bullet.

You dummy!
You kept that gun, didn't you?

You kept it all this time
and now you 've used it again.

You were blackmailing this woman,
weren't you?

What? No!

She came here and tried to persuade
you to tell her husband the truth,

but instead you killed her,
didn't you?

You killed her
and you stole that bracelet.

No, I didn't! Look, look, OK.
I didn't pay her 1,200 for it.

I asked how much she wanted,
she said enough to buy a gun.

I said maybe I could help her with that.
Oh, I swear I didn't kill her.

But you supplied her with a gun.
Yeah.

She came back the next day for it.
Backroom job.

She gave me the bracelet,
I gave her the gun.

She got me to show her how to use it.
I think that bitch was crazy.

BERNICE: You 've charged him?

SIMON: Yes, ma'am, possession
and sale of an unregistered firearm

and resist, hinder, obstruct police.

That's good. So Kenneth Stockton
and his partner are in the clear?

It is starting to look that way,
yes, ma'am.

The powder burns
on Ava Stockton's jaw,

the fact that she bought the gun,
that does point to suicide again.

MATT: But that makes no sense
of the decapitation

or the concealing of the body's identity.

We do have one possibility
we're following up on, ma'am.

What's that?

Damien Slade said
that as soon as she bought the gun,

she made a phone call from
a phone booth at the front of the shop.

She had what he called
"a pissed-off conversation".

STANLE Y: Having purchased the gun,

she makes a phone call,
grows frustrated and angry.

Did a real number on the phone box.

SIMON: Apparently
she became quite animated

when it appeared the person
on the other end hung up on her.

We're thinking that's gotta be significant.

Jen's chasing up
the phone records now, ma'am.

Good. Let's get it wrapped up.

SONG: * Please don't wake me
I really need to rest

♪ And I'm all messed up

♪ I'm all messed up

♪ I hope to get away
but I guess I will confess

♪ That I'm all messed up

♪ I'm all messed up. ♪

Sorry to disturb you. I'm Detective Ryan.
This is Detective Joyner.

We're making some inquiries about
a phone call from an Ava Stockton.

I'm sorry?

This woman.

I'm sorry.
I've never seen her before in my life.

MATT: Thing is, you see,

we traced a call to her mobile
four days before she died.

WOMAN: Look, I don't understand.

Like I said,
I don't know the poor woman.

The mobile belongs to a Tracy Dobell.
Well, there you go.

You 've got the wrong address, then.

The account address
was a post office box.

You 're moving.

Sorry?
Packing boxes.

Yeah. Soon. My husband's work.

What does he do?
He's a consultant. Security.

Thing is, we went back
through the Dobell phone records.

There were a bunch of calls
to the same gym Mrs Stockton went to.

(SIGHS) It's not my phone.

So we went to the gym

and Tracy Dobell had given this address
for her membership.

Well, she must have lied, then.
I really can't help you.

Oi. Who the hell are you?
What are you doing?

Uh, Detective Joyner.
Your wife let us in.

She invite you to search the place?
Huh? You got a warrant?

Get out of here.

Justin. These are...

Police, yeah. I know.

So, what's all this about, then?

We're making inquiries into a murder.

Mm-hm.
That Ava Stockton thing.

We saw it on the news, remember?

Yeah. I remember.
Mmm.

So, why do you want to talk to us?

Uh, we've got a lead
via some phone records.

Mmm.

But I told them it's not my phone.
Right. So?

I think your wife has set us straight.

Yes, it looks like a dead end that
we don't need to waste our time on.

JUSTIN: Fine.

So if you 're done, we're busy.

What did you see?
There was a bed in the spare bedroom.

The headboard looked very familiar.
These are our guys.

Let's just drive around the corner
and pull over.

Sarge, we need a search warrant. Fast.

The bedhead's frosted glass
and stainless steel.

Yeah, it fits.

I'll let Wolfie know.
It'll help with the warrant.

So might this. Checked their address
against the rates.

Kaplans own the place.

So, started a background check
and... presto.

Right build for the video too.

Great. I'll see if he's got a record.
Already done.

You do know you 're not a detective,
don't you?

Yes, but this guy was.
Whoa. That's a police personnel file.

He was in the job.

His interrogation techniques

involved overenthusiastic use
of the Yellow Pages.

He was shown the door.
No charges, no payout.

Quiet dismissal six years ago.
Sounds like a real charmer.

Did get something out of the job,
though - his wife.

Used to run an illegal brothel,
got two charges of assault.

Happy ever after. They're a team.

How long? Well, put your foot down.
They're spooked.

They could take off at any minute.

Well, just get here
as fast as you can.

You off on holiday, Mr Kaplan?
What's it to you?

We're obtaining a warrant
to search your house.

Obtaining? Got one yet?

Not as yet. We'll just wait here
until it gets here, shall we?

I don't have to wait for anything, mate.
I know how it works.

Yes, you used to be in the job,
didn't you?

Chuck these in the boot, mate.
Where are you going, sir?

Now, that's one thing I don't miss
about the job, you know?

Having to ask dumbarse questions
that people aren't required to answer.

Get in the cab, love.

You know, there's not much point.

You 've got a flat tyre.

What?

For the love...

(MOBILE BEEPS)

(HORN BEEPS)

Mr Kaplan, we have a warrant
to search your premises.

Search away. Be my guest.

The warrant also applies
to articles in your possession, sir.

Not in my possession. It's in a cab.

Not if I take them out, they aren't.
Leave them alone!

Right, you 're under arrest.
She didn't touch it.

You 're under arrest. Assault Police.

Justin!
Say nothing. Say bloody nothing!

DUNCAN: Come on.

Your husband didn't seem too worried
about us searching the house.

So we're focusing on your suitcases.

JENNIFER: We'll do the house too,
especially that bedroom.

You met Ava Stockton
several months ago, right?

JENNIFER: At the gym.

Where you were known as Tracy Dobell.

No.

Gym staff picked out your photo.

Part of the set-up, was it?

Because you 're thorough, aren't you?

And you 're pissing in the wind, mate.

SIMON: So tell me, how does it work?

I mean, if it's a male target,
you set them up.

DUNCAN: For a female target,
your wife befriends them

and eventually has a drink with them.

JENNIFER: Then you slip something
into the drink.

Is that what happened, Michaela?

No.
SIMON: Yes, it is.

We know you blackmailed Ava Stockton.

JUSTIN: Prove it. You can't.

What's that supposed to do. Scare me?
Is that your tough guy look?

Clown.

You 've got no connection between us
and this Stockton woman.

You wanna hope your wife's
saying exactly the same thing.

But she's not as tough as you, is she?

SIMON: We've got the phone account.
The gym.

So what?

You 're gonna have to do
better than that, boys.

We've got the tyre marks
at the dump site.

Now, we're betting
they'll match your car.

JUSTIN: I wonder where that is.

Found it yet?
We will.

And there'll be evidence in that too.

You made friends with Ava.

You spiked her drink,

then you ran the camera
while your husband had sex with her.

No.

DUNCAN: It was blackmail.

Blackmailers,
they like to keep their material.

Insurance.

SIMON: But then her husband found
the DVD and kicked her out anyway.

So she called your wife's phone.
The one under the false name.

DUNCAN: Tell us what she said.

What made you kill her?
We didn't kill her.

She was...

She was what?
She said she wanted to meet.

I said no and hung up.

We didn't kill her.

So how come she ended up dead?

Well, she found me.

She waited at a place
where she knew I shopped.

And there was a sale.

She found me.

What do you want?
Drive the car.

Now!
Please. Look, I can give you money.

(GUNSHOT, GLASS SMASHES)

Money?

I'm not interested in your money.

I want my life back.

MICHAELA: That's what she said.

I was amazed
she had the guts to jump me.

We pick our targets so carefully.

JENNIFER: So if Ava was the one
with the gun, how did she wind up dead?

Is what I'm hearing correct?

This is down to an ex-police officer
and his wife?

Got himself a new day job, ma'am.

MICHAELA: Targets.

That's what Justin called them.

We had to make sure
they were suitable.

Suitable?
Yeah. They didn't need to be rich.

Just have something to lose
and a way to get to them.

JENNIFER: What about Ava Stockton?

I hooked up with her at the gym.
That was the perfect in for us.

So why did you give them your
real address under Tracy's name?

They send out information on specials.

So I took it slow.
Chats and shopping.

Then I invited her out for margaritas.

It has to be margaritas
because the drug tastes salty.

The night she found you,
what happened?

She made me take her home.

Drive the car, you... bitch.

Or I'll shoot you.

Justin was watching telly.

She was crazy.

Go on. Move!

Whatever you want, just take it easy.

You 're gonna get the video camera
and you 're gonna record yourselves.

Alright?

You 'll tell my husband what you did.
Everything!

No problem.

Don't!

I'll kill you. I mean it.
Camera's in the bedroom.

You can come with me if you want.

You too. Go on.

(GUNSHOT)

MICHAELA: And it went off.

(SCREAMS)

We panicked.

Oh, wonderful.

They stripped her naked and they
hacked off her head and her hands

and they dumped her
next to a railway line.

That's not panic.
That's cold. That's calculated.

We had ourselves to consider.

Our life.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(PHONE RINGS)

Uh, Miss Pritchard.

I brought these for Mr Stockton.
It's his wife's rings and the bracelet.

Well, come in if you like.

You can give them to him yourself.

We're just going through arrangements
for the funeral.

No, thank you.
Um, I've got a dinner to get to.

What's gonna happen to those people?

They will be charged with extortion,
rape and unlawful disposal of a body.

How long?

How long have you
been sleeping with him?

Four years.

Ava never knew.
We both loved her too much.

He should have trusted her,
like she trusted him.

SONG: * And all you have
is your dreams and they're

♪ Rising like a fire in the dawn

♪ When the whole world
breathes together

♪ And every second
feels like coming home... ♪

Bernice.

You see? You didn't need
those extra uniforms.

No.

No, it was a good result, Stanley,

and frankly I didn't need it
to go pear-shaped, not right now.

Something in the wind.

I applied for a study fellowship.

Overseas sabbatical.

Some research I've been wanting
to get my teeth into for a long time.

It's a big opportunity.

And as it turns out, I've got it.

Oh.

Congratulations, Bernice.
That's great.

You 'll be in a prime position
for advancement when you get back.

I can understand why you wouldn't
want anything to take a shine off it.

I'd never put my own agenda
before a case.

No, of course not.

When do you leave?
Soon.

But, please, Stanley, keep it confidential.

♪ Well, there's no sound

♪ Yeah, there's no sound

♪ But, baby, there's still a song

♪ Oh, the daylight coming on

♪ Oh, the daylight
coming on

♪ And on and on and on

♪ On and on

♪ On and on. ♪

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