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- Dr. Haber, this is the police. - This is the police.

- Can you hear me? - Can you hear me?

Dr. Haber?

Dr. Haber!

My name is Sergeant Whitford.

I just want to make sure that you're okay.

If you can hear me, just holler.

Dr. Haber!

Oh fuck!

Do you need any help down there?

Nah, I'm good.

You're okay. Just grab that bush, almost there.

That's it. That's it.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Thanks. - You got to be careful up here.

It's pretty rugged country.

If the owner shows up, call the station.

Sure.

Oh fuck!

Yeah. It looks like it's been abandoned near the summit.

Haber. H-A-B-E-R.

Okay, thanks.

I called the city copper, Sarge.

They're sending a car around

to door knock that doctor's address.

Thanks Reza.

Let me know as soon as you hear back from them.

You secure the car?

I left a forestry officer with it.

We'll get Scooter to tow it down.

You look like you need a coffee.

Brett, you can do the paperwork on this one.

What are you laughing at, mate.

Brett's dirty he didn't get the job.

Huh, really?

Well, the pace of things here

are a bit different to what you used to.

How do you know what I'm used to?

Adrenaline for one thing.

Well maybe I'm looking forward

to the change of pace.

You're going to need to be a team player,

but you're also an outsider.

I mean, look at me. I've been here for nearly 50 years.

I'm still that Irish blow-in.

I'm still that Irish blow-in.

Okay, Dr. Haber and his wife didn't go to work.

Both sons aren't at school.

Yeah. Go in. I'll check the back.

Police! Is anyone home?

Okay, it's up on the Summit Road, right?

I hope the prices on that board match the pumps today, Scooter.

It's just for the tourists, Sam.

Two days to go, old man.

Counting them down, Maddie, counting them down.

I'm going to miss you heaps, Sam.

Ah Jesus, Bernice, I'm not dying.

Any more advice?

Don't try to do everything on your own,

and don't go out of your way

trying to please any of those ingrates.

Ah, learn to pick your battles.

- Hello! - G'day.

- Double espresso. No sugar. - Thank you.

- Circus is in town? - Four wheel drive club.

- Can't complain. - Ah.

Ooh, you're just in time for the footy tipping.

In case you hadn't noticed, Tam's chief barista

and unofficial mayor of this town.

It's good to have a breath of fresh air.

Not that we won't miss Sam.

Christ! Everyone's talking like I'm in the grave.

You're so going to love it here. This is God's country.

Even for godless bastards like me.

You find anything?

Dr. Patrick Haber is a suspect in the murder

of his wife and two sons.

He's now approximately eight hours missing.

Our suspect is a despondent,

Our suspect is a despondent,

so we will prioritise the downward slopes

to the northeast.

No you're wrong. I reckon he's heading west.

That's what his tracks suggests.

Owen Cooper, ex-forestry.

Nobody knows this country like he does.

Well, I think, er, I think we'll stay with the science.

All right, let's get to work.

Dr. Haber!

Base Station to Search Teams.

Tools down, people. We'll suspend until first light.

Air Wing will continue searching overnight using FLIR.

Hey there Archie. Beautiful boy, hey. We'll show 'em.

You a bit restless mate. You missing home? So's a few...

You talking to your horse again?

Yeah, I'm getting more love from Archie than from, you know who.

- How's he settling? - Ah, he's going to love it.

All the space up here.

- What's that? - Dunno, an owl?

They're still searching for him.

How could he do something so awful?

Yeah, assholes like that. They've always got excuses.

Stress at work. Kids that hate you.

Stress at work. Kids that hate you.

Oh, should I be worried?

Come on, dinner.

I'll be in in a sec. I'll just put his blanket on.

Hmm.

Your flyer looks great.

I was going to go into Mansfield tomorrow, hand some around.

Yeah, the shopping centre has got a community notice board.

Of course it does.

And how was your day, Kirra?

It started off with a dead sheep with its guts hanging out.

Went down hill from there. School sucked.

Dead sheep! What dead sheep?

One of Grant's, from next door.

And what'd you do with it?

Where do you think the chops came from?

Grant took it off. He was pretty cut up.

He thinks we've got a problem with wild dogs.

I'm turning vegetarian.

Hm-mm.

Her life revolves around her friends

and we've ripped that all away.

Yeah, well I'm just trying to keep her safe. Both of you.

He's in jail. He can't hurt us.

He's in jail. He can't hurt us.

It's not Leigh Schaefer, it's his bloody old man.

You did your job, and I'm proud of you.

And I know what you've given up to come here.

She'll come round, eventually.

What was that?

Stay here.

- Someone's shooting. - Yep.

Andie, what if it's Schaefer?

Stay put both of you, stay away from the windows.

Police! Get out of the vehicle.

How do you like that...

Not good for the waistline, or the blood pressure.

Mind you, neither is confronting spotlighters

in the middle of the bloody night.

You just ignore gunshots outside your house, do you?

Sounds like the Masons to me.

Two brothers, Nash and Liam.

Live down the Old Sawmill Road.

Live down the Old Sawmill Road.

Been a pain in my spleen for donkey's.

What are we talking? Two heads and a banjo?

Ringbarking deer's their little hobby.

They don't give two shits about the law.

Yeah maybe they're just used to getting away with it.

Hey boss. Got a sec?

Morning there Sarge.

We've got a fellow over here who claims

to have some information on our missing man.

And?

Oh, he wouldn't tell me.

He's demanded to speak to the new sergeant.

- He's all yours. - Thank you.

My name's Damien. Damien Starc.

You have some information on the man we're looking for?

You need to be looking near water.

A river. Actually, two rivers, where they converge.

- Or maybe creeks. - Have you seen him?

Can you point to where.

Oh no, I, I haven't seen him.

Not, not actually. It was more like a vision.

I have them sometimes.

What? Visions!

I know it's hard to believe.

It took me a very long time to believe it myself.

It was just after I saw the news on the television

It was just after I saw the news on the television

last night, about this man.

I saw it. Two rivers or creeks coming together.

Now I'm absolutely certain that's where he is.

Are you a friend of Senior Constable Sweet?

Sweet. Oh no. No way.

Okay. Okay. Just take a seat.

Sergeant!

I want you down in Brokenridge organising supplies.

I've got enough manpower.

I need someone with your skillset,

off mountain, running logistics.

Fuck!

Call off your dog.

I said call him off!

Trudy! Get out of it.

What's the blood from?

Hey!

I'm Sergeant Whitford.

Thought I'd stop in and introduce myself.

Nash, let's leave.

You boys been out hunting?

Hmm?

Well, where'd the deer come from?

That's a special breed.

That's a special breed.

Around here we call them sheep.

I didn't see sheep in your paddocks.

We don't run 'em. Livestock brings disease.

So did you get it like this from the butcher?

We got it off Bryan Harris.

He runs the farm between here and Mansfield.

We work for him.

And he pays you in mutton?

We get anything the feral dogs get at first.

Got a nice collection on your fence.

Like Christmas decorations.

Wild dogs are a scourge.

Do you know what else is a scourge?

And I just learned about this.

Ringbarking.

I thought that was something you did to trees.

But these heroes, they shoot a deer just to cut its head off

and leave the meat to rot.

They're after the antlers, I guess.

Flash rig. It looks pretty familiar.

Just missing an arse.

Put a flyer up, but none of the businesses I went into

were looking for bookkeepers.

Did you hear me?

Oh, it's not like there's any urgency.

Yeah, but I want to work. What else am I going to do here?

You're an intelligent lady,

I'm sure you'll find lots of things to do.

Well, who'd have thought I'd be this popular, hey?

It's a good turnout.

Sam, can I introduce you to my partner Helen

and our daughter Kirra.

Kirra, Helen. Can't tell you how great it is to meet you.

You must be very proud of this woman.

We are.

Hello.

I'll get us some drinks. Come on, Kee.

- Nice family. - Thank you.

Any luck with Haber?

I wouldn't be surprised if they never found the bugger.

I spent the afternoon looking over the missing person files.

12 months ago a bloke in a Volvo,

Michael Novak, breaks down on Timbertop, never seen again.

Four months ago a woman from Mentone, Jean Grierson,

hiking on the Buller to Stirling Trail,

just vanishes into thin air.

City-folk.

That's three people now,

missing within a 40k radius in the space of a year.

You know, in the city we call that a pattern.

Up here, that's a fact of life.

All right, keep quiet. Thank you.

Come on, a bit of shush.

- Come on everyone. - Oh shit!

Who's that?

Bryan bloody Harris.

Boyd, can, can you just shut up for a second?

Um, all right, um, I'm not, er,

- I'm not here to make a speech. - Oh yeah.

No, not here to give a speech, but no,

No, not here to give a speech, but no,

I would like to welcome everyone

to Sam Dyson's retirement bash.

Yes. Now look, as proud President

of the Alpine Cattleman's Association,

I, well it's been my duty to work hand in glove

with the local constabulary.

Now, Sam and I don't always see eye to eye.

Understatement of the century.

But look, I think it's fair to say

that we have the utmost respect for each other.

Ha!

Yes, as a measure of that respect, um,

bar's on me tonight.

No! Beer and wine.

Beer and wine only. Thank you.

Very generous.

- Is that his wife? - Hmm.

Claire.

She doesn't look too happy about it.

Hmm.

Speech!

Oh Sammy, come on, you give us a speech, mate.

Yeah, speech!

All right. All right. All right. We'll keep it short and sweet.

All right. All right. All right. We'll keep it short and sweet.

Now that he's paying,

I don't want to cut into our drinking time.

40 years. It's a long time.

It's been mostly a privilege,

occasionally a penance.

There's things I'll miss and there's things I won't.

You'll be glad to know I've left you all in good hands.

I want you to make Sergeant Whitford feel right at home.

Believe me, you're lucky to have her.

As for me,

you'll find me in the Delatite, chasing the Big Bastard.

If anybody does interrupt me,

I want you to come armed with a six pack,

or a very expensive bottle of whiskey.

Or preferably both.

Cheers. Thank you.

And where are you going?

To find a signal. The wi-fi here sucks.

Stay where we can see you.

Hello, yeah...

Owen Cooper, you were up at the search.

Yeah, not anymore. Cripps gave me the arse too.

Do you still think they're looking in the wrong direction?

Ah, it doesn't matter what I think.

Ex-forestry, yeah? What do you do now?

I take cashed up tourists on remote treks

through the High Country, for spectacular selfies.

- It is spectacular. - Hmm.

And the sounds, wow! It's off-putting, almost.

Well, Country can do that to you.

When the time's right, you'll hear it.

Hey I think I just got my first job.

See, all that worry for nothing.

- Yeah. - Oh, congratulations.

Hey, you take the bus, right?

Yep. To that pathetic excuse of a school.

What's that?

- Oh, Vodka and passionfruit. - Bogan.

- You got two mums, don't you? - Yeah. So what?

One of them's black?

- Her dad was. - Oh...

Who's your missus, Ben?

She's not my missus.

What if I was? What is it to you?

You must be a noob. Ben Cooper's a gimp.

And you're obviously a dick.

She's the new cop's daughter, Finn.

Fuck off!

What if I am?

You really think she's going to give a shit

about some redneck stoner?

I want to go home, Mum.

I hate it here.

I just want to die. I do. I wish I was dead.

Air Wing to Base.

We've completed a sweep of the southern coordinates.

No sign of the suspect.

We're shifting our focus to the eastern slope.

Base, copy that.

You still here?

Why aren't you up at the search?

Oh, I got a pass from the boss.

Corro day. Heap of briefs to type up.

Ah, we've got Damien Starc out here,

Ah, we've got Damien Starc out here,

and he wants to speak to you,

and he seems pretty insistent.

Is he a mate of yours?

No, he's no mate of mine.

Sergeant, please,

I just need a few minutes of your time.

What is it, Mr. Starc?

Ah, okay, is this your...

I can't sleep.

I can't focus. This is literally consuming me.

Now a person's life is at stake,

and I feel like you have a civic duty

to at least listen to what I have to say.

Okay. All right. I'm listening.

Okay. All right, um...

Now, now, now, this image, right?

This, this, this place. I don't know where it is,

but I know that it's important, and it's not just the place.

I think he might be riding a black horse.

A black horse?

I don't know why, but I keep getting black horse,

black horse, black horse, black horse.

And, and I keep hearing bells or what sounds like bells

going off all around him.

Like he could be near a church.

No, that doesn't make any sense.

He couldn't be near a church,

but there are definitely bells

but there are definitely bells

and they're going off all around him and, and

I keep seeing...

I keep seeing a mouth. All right.

Like a gaping mouth.

I mean, it's not a mouth, but it looks like a mouth.

All right. A mouth in a face.

More like an open grave.

Or maybe, maybe a cave.

No, no, no, no. It's a face.

It's definitely...

Definitely a face.

Okay, well I'll um, I'll look into it.

The...

Everything.

Will you, will you really?

Sure.

Good.

All right. No, that's, that's great. All right.

I feel a lot better now.

You can keep that.

Thanks.

What the hell is this guy's story?

You're going to have to ask Sam that.

Door's open.

Damien Starc.

Tea?

Yes, thanks.

He was the primary school teacher here,

five years ago.

One of the kids from the school, a boy called Luke Samson,

went missing.

went missing.

Just up and vanished one day.

About a week into the search,

Damien Starc comes forward claiming to have had a vision.

He started talking about,

seeing a deep hole in the ground like a pit.

Hearing the rusty creak of an old windmill.

Said we'd find Luke with something around his face,

like a handkerchief.

I ignored him...

Until a month later...

When Luke's body was found

at the bottom of an old uncapped mineshaft.

Right beside a windmill,

creaking in the wind.

And his eyes were covered with a blindfold.

And his eyes were covered with a blindfold.

The detail. Damien did it.

What other explanation is there?

Unless you believe all this psychic horseshit.

Why didn't you arrest him?

DPP refused. No physical evidence. No DNA.

The coroner determined that he was stabbed, but,

we never found the knife.

Was the boy sexually assaulted?

No, thank Christ.

The theory was it was more of a,

thrill kill.

I didn't see this Luke Samson file.

It's not in the pended cases.

Has homicide shut the door on it?

Five years ago I made a pledge to Luke's mother.

That I'd catch the monster who did this.

Past few years I've been, well, I've been stretched pretty thin,

and so, now that I'm retired,

I'm going to commit 100 percent of my time

to fulfil on that promise.

Hello?

You must be Helen?

- Rose. - You found us, okay?

Yeah. Bit off the beaten track.

Come on into the house.

Seeing your flyer in Mansfield was a godsend.

I've got no head for figures,

so I'm afraid my books were in a bit of a state.

You might take one look at them and flee for the hills.

Yes. That is me.

Quite a bit younger, a bit more toned.

What do you think of it?

Oh, sorry. No, it's lovely.

What do you really think of it?

Ah, it's just, I'm not sure.

The composition's a bit naive, for me.

I agree.

- You an artist? - No, no.

- I read a few books. - Hmm.

Stay there.

I'll just get rid of these and get you my accounts book.

- Get in the car! - No!

Your coming with me back to the city, all right?

Don't make me angry.

Get in the fucking car...

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Let her go!

Let her go!

- Get in the car. - Let her go! Now!

What are you going to do you crazy old bitch.

Next, it's your balls!

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Okay, can you look after her?

Who was that?

Oh, my niece's ex. I doubt he'll be back anytime soon.

So, you want the job?

Oh darn it!

Go away, I'm busy.

Whatever you're trying to pull with Sergeant Whitford,

it won't work.

it won't work.

Your number of days as a free citizen is dwindling, Damien.

And just because I've retired

does not mean that you're off the hook.

I know what you are and I'm not going to rest

until you pay for what you did to Luke Samson.

You sick fuck!

I'm going to get ya.

He was dragging her to his car.

I mean this poor girl, she's terrified.

And then Rose comes charging out of the house

with the biggest shotgun you've ever seen.

Well, I've ever seen.

And then this guy,

he makes the near fatal mistake of goading her.

So she fires the gun into the air, nearly shat myself,

So she fires the gun into the air, nearly shat myself,

and then she points it at his balls.

Should've seen his face.

Well, this feels familiar.

Sorry.

It's just...

What?

Oh, nothing.

Come on.

Talk to me.

I feel like a rookie, having to prove myself all over again.

Cripps is a real prick.

And there's this whole Haber thing.

You know, whatever personal crap he was dealing with,

he made his family the victims of.

And so have I.

Well, at least you haven't buried us in the backyard.

Yet.

Saw you pull up, almost ready.

Sam told me about your son.

Could I just say I am so sorry, Tammy.

Double espresso, no sugar.

Hey Reza.

Whereabouts?

Yep. All right. On my way.

I'll be one sec.

Good boy, Archie.

They reckon the camp was attacked last night

by some kind of wild animal. Took off with their food.

What sort of wild animal?

The girl thinks it was a Grizzly.

Yeah. Could have been a Yowie. You know, like the Bigfoot.

Not that I ever believed in Yowie's personally.

I don't think they're real.

This is west of Haber's last known position.

The direction Owen Cooper thinks he was going.

Let's check it out.

Whoa.

Are they Habers?

I'll continue west. You take the path to the south.

Don't be a hero. If you see anything, buzz the radio. Okay?

Don't be a hero. If you see anything, buzz the radio. Okay?

Come on, Archie.

Whoa!

Reza? Are you there?

Reza?

Reza!

Reza?

Reza!

Reza?

What happened?

Someone, whacked me with a branch.

He grabbed my gun, and it went off.

He grabbed my gun, and it went off.

Shit. Stay here.

Dr. Haber?

Dr. Haber, I need you to put the gun down and turn around.

Just slowly put the gun on the ground

and then I can get you some help.

But first I need you to put the gun down.

Dr. Haber!

I killed them.

My wife.

My beautiful boys.

I killed them all.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Why did you do that?

I was so ashamed.

Please, put the gun down.

You don't understand.

You don't know what's happening here.

Put the gun down and we can talk about it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Put the gun down now or I will shoot you.

It's not over.

- Fuck!

I'm going to take Reza back. He's got to do his reports.

- Keep an eye on him. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I can give you a ride back too.

Come on, Archie.

Whoa.

Whoa.