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An intense search continues here

in the High Country.

The victim has been identified as missing Melbourne woman,

Jean Grierson, a 66 year old retiree

who disappeared while hiking

the Mount Buller to Stirling trail four months ago.

Her decomposing remains...

This comes on the heels of the death of.

Melbourne obstetrician, Dr. Patrick Haber...

Here you go, Sarge.

Long way from the trail.

Hmm, about 15 ks.

You think who ever killed her moved the body?

Why move it and not bury it?

Maybe they were counting on it being eaten.

Or, they wanted it to be found.

I'm joined by Assistant Commissioner

I'm joined by Assistant Commissioner.

Jo Kramer from Melbourne.

This is the second death in the area in recent days.

Are you surprised by this turn of events?

This incident occurred four months ago.

It's completely unrelated to

the events surrounding Dr. Haber.

Sure, but if we go back 12 months ago,

what about the missing man, Michael Novak?

You're concerned that perhaps he'd been met with foul play?

I'm not here to speculate on that.

Okay, thank you so much for your time.

I'm Aaron Young, reporting from

the small High Country town of Brokenridge,

where it turns out pitching a tent on a picturesque bluff

could be the last thing you ever...

Okay, thanks.

Coroner said the weapon was a 37 millimetre

hunting knife with a serrated top edge.

They found the broken tip lodged in the victim's collarbone.

Hmm, must have been a cheap knife.

Okay, well let's get your psychic in for questioning.

I reckon we need more before we let on he's a suspect.

- Heads up. - How are you Andie?

Morning Mayor. How are you, Jo?

Good, thanks. How's the family settling in?

Ah, yeah, good.

Good, because I want you to head this up.

What? Sergeant Whitford has no local knowledge.

What? Sergeant Whitford has no local knowledge.

Your local knowledge didn't help you find

the woman's body did it, Steve?

Give Andie anything she needs.

Another coffee'd be nice, Steven.

There's woods.

A forest, it's dark, you're...

You're trapped in them.

Is this another metaphor?

Are you telling me I'm still not out of the woods?

If it's about money, I'm taking steps to remedy that,

I hired a bookkeeper.

There's a...

There's a shadow over you, Rose.

Some kind of dark cloud,

like a...

A threat.

Has anyone made any threats against you?

Oh, there was a guy I,

I had to scare him off with my shotgun.

Jesus, Rose.

Jesus, Rose.

If it's him, I can deal with it.

I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you for now.

What should I do?

Keep that shotgun handy.

You seen the news?

Pretty incredible, don't you think,

where they found her?

I saw that drawing.

In the dark hollow of a tree,

on the Black Horse Trail, right near two rivers converging.

What?

No! No, that was about the missing doctor.

You put her there didn't you, Damien?

You killed her and dumped her body.

You killed her and dumped her body

just like you did with young Luke.

No, I didn't.

Then how did you know she was there?

So much for a change of pace.

I hear the Assistant Commissioner came up.

- Did she put you in charge? - Yeah.

Ah, I figured she would. You do know he did it, don't you?

Balls on that guy.

I need to pick your brains.

How long did you spend on the Grierson case.

How long did you spend on the Grierson case

before you closed it?

Oh, two months.

And you didn't find anything to suggest.

Damien might've been involved?

- Ahh, do you want one? - No thanks.

What about her family, friends, contacts,

anyone that sticks out as having a possible motive?

She's a single woman, recently retired, lived alone.

We checked her background, connections.

Zero rabbit holes.

Case was a dead end, classified misadventure.

But she was an experienced hiker.

Been coming up here for years...

You step off that trail, you get lost in five minutes,

doesn't matter who you are.

Except she didn't, get lost.

Why would Damien come forward now?

Particularly after what happened with Luke Samson?

Ego!

Wants to insert himself into the investigation.

That's how these fuckers get their kicks.

I confronted him with it, but he's so full of it...

What do you mean you confronted him with it?

- About that drawing. - When?

Just now, pretended he didn't know what I was talking about.

That's great, Sam.

My one advantage was he didn't know that his drawing

led us to the discovery of the body.

The only way to deal with his bullshit

is to confront him head on.

I know this fella, Andie.

I've been on his tail for five years.

That's not a crime board. That's an obsession.

You're supposed to be retired. For God's sake, go fishing.

Ahh, Jesus Christ.

Hey Reza.

Just had a call from Bryan Harris, Sarge.

Says his wife, Claire, went on a trail ride with her sister,

but her horse came home without her.

- Has he talked to the sister? - I don't know.

- How long has she been gone? - Four days.

What?

- When Haber was on the loose? - Harris is pretty upset.

Okay, go get the statement and find out what's going on.

Can you send Brett, Harris doesn't like me much.

Just get the statement, Reza.

What's the diagnosis?

From what I can see, not good.

We lost a lot of income over the last few years.

I hope it's not that bad.

Well, I have a suggestion.

You have this source of extra income from the cottages.

You could charge a lot more for them. Double the rate even.

I couldn't do that.

Might help you claw back some of the losses.

I want it to be affordable so everyone can enjoy it.

That's nice, but it won't do you any good if you go broke.

Oh, don't look so worried, we've been here before.

Something always turns up.

And right now, that's lunch.

Now it's a bit of a walk,

but trust me it's worth it, promise.

- Can I take that? - Thanks, darling.

Oh!

- Wow! - I thought you'd like it.

- Hi guys. - Rose.

That's Robbie and Tim. They're from Melbourne.

That's Robbie and Tim. They're from Melbourne.

They rent the small cottage a couple of times a year.

I love being able to offer space to artists.

Oh God knows, the art community's done it tough.

That's why I keep the rates low, to support them.

I have a confession.

I was curious, so I Googled you.

That's why you know all about perspective.

That was a long time ago.

Well this is perfect. The big cottage is free.

I don't have any other bookings.

You could use it as a studio, free of charge.

There's even some canvases.

Thanks, but I don't paint anymore.

Hey Damien.

Hey Bernice, hey Daisy, how's school going?

Good.

How you going with your appeal?

Well, I'm waiting on a letter as we speak.

My lawyer told me to expect something this week.

Good luck. I hope they give you your job back.

Thanks, Bernice.

Thanks, Bernice.

- Bye, Daisy. - Bye.

What have you got?

Owen Cooper was doing some maintenance

up at Newman's Hut and found this gear,

including Claire Harris's jacket.

Any sign of Claire?

Well Brett's gone up there to have a look around for her.

Harris spoke to Claire's sister.

She didn't know anything about a trail ride.

Hasn't spoken to Claire in a few weeks.

When did you say Harris last saw his wife?

Well, Claire left home on Saturday,

the morning after Sam's retirement bash.

She bought all this on Friday, from Damien Starc.

She bought all this on Friday, from Damien Starc.

Oh, that'd be right. You never know what he's going AWOL.

- Is he closed a lot? - Yeah, shits me.

- What about Saturday? - No, the bugger was shut.

Useless prick.

- Hey Sarge. - You up at the Hut?

Yeah, we're about to head out for a general search.

- I want you to secure the site. - Why?

In case it turns into a crime scene.

- What? - Harris there?

- Yeah. - Don't say anything to him.

Who's that?

- Radzivil. - Who's he?

He's a Chieftain of the Goremangle.

- What does he do? - Well, he was once a wizard,

- What does he do? - Well, he was once a wizard,

but he pledged his soul to the Bedlam Gods

in exchange for increased magical power.

- How many points is he? - 50.

- How come? - He's a special knight.

He's ruthless and feared.

Not just because of his great skill in combat,

but also because of his magical weapon.

Where is it?

It's a secret weapon. He keeps it under his cloak.

Can I see it?

Well, I can't show you out there.

We don't want everyone to see it.

Kayden! What do you think you're doing?

You! Stay away from my kid.

You lay a finger on him, I will rip your fucking head off.

Move.

You boys know where Damien Starc lives.

- Yeah, he's over there. - Thanks.

- G'day, mate. - G'day.

I went to your shop, but it was shut.

Business was slow.

I decided to take the afternoon off.

Why didn't you tell me I was right?

My vision.

You said it was about Haber.

Well it's not like an exact science,

but it does prove that I'm psychic.

Or it ties you to another crime.

I've never been charged with anything.

Yeah? Tell me about Jean Grierson?

The woman whose body we found two days ago.

Did she go into your shop before she went missing?

Why are you asking me that?

- All those clues you gave me. - It's what I saw.

You gave me this map.

You gave me this map.

You sat in my office and you drew this,

and that's where I found her body.

Right where you said it would be.

I took a risk coming forward.

I thought that maybe you'd be different.

Not like some people in this town

who treat me like a criminal.

They put human faeces in my post box.

Why do you stay?

My lawyer said it wouldn't be a good look if I left town.

I'm about to get a decision

on my appeal to the Department of Education.

I've been fighting them for five years.

I just want my job back.

Okay.

I'm going to give you an opportunity to prove yourself.

- Hey! - You're talking to me now?

- What? - I texted you, you ghosted me.

I had an issue with my phone.

Well, what are you doing now?

I'm going to hang with the river kids.

You can join if you want.

Okay.

- What's she doing here? - She's with me.

Nah, it's the cop's daughter, dickhead.

Kill the rep.

Go on, piss off, Scrub.

Pull your head in, Finsta.

Way cooler than you anyway.

Okay.

Well if you want to hang with us, you got to pass the test.

Test! What sort of test?

Rose, you there? I'm just heading off

You there, Rose?

You there, Rose?

The old days.

My husband, Jean-Pierre.

We leased this place in '72 with a few friends.

It was our dream to create a haven for artists

to live and work.

We saw ourselves as the new Heidi.

- Were you an artist? - Oh no, no!

My role was to inspire, and provoke.

Back then I was considered quite the muse.

It was all very idealistic.

Those were the happiest years of my life.

Now my life is growing fruit.

At least you got to live the dream for a while.

Hmm.

I'm off.

How you doing, Bryan? You okay?

Well I'll be feeling a lot better

once we get this show on the road.

- Yeah... - Thanks for coming.

It's okay, love. We'll find your mum.

Thanks everyone for coming.

If you could take a seat, we'll get started.

For those of you who don't know me,

I'm Detect... Sergeant Andie Whitford,

and the purpose of this meeting

is to upscale the search for Claire Harris.

Newman's Hut was Claire's last known position,

so we will be coordinating the search from up there.

We've calculated the probable search area

within this boundary.

It's a bloody big area and pretty rugged.

Yeah, and we've got a fair bit to cover tonight,

so we'll get on with it.

Can you just zoom in here.

We'll start with the south side.

We'll start with the south side.

You'll all be searching on foot in teams of three.

Senior Constable Sweet will be coordinating from base camp.

He will give each team a GPS tracker.

So if you're a team leader,

make sure you get one from him first thing.

And remember to bring supplies and camping gear

sufficient for a three day overnight trek.

That's it. Any questions?

Yeah, I've got a question.

Is it true that you have brought that psycho, Damien Starc,

in to help search for my wife?

What?

I'll use any resources I can get.

The bloke's a murderer.

We all know what he did to Luke Samson.

We are not here to discuss that.

This is about finding your wife.

Who's to say he didn't kill that hiker too?

Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about.

Leave Damien alone.

There is a murderer out there

and my wife has been missing for four days, Bernice!

Can everyone please calm down!

What kind of half-arsed rodeo are you running here, hey?

Everyone, just let her finish.

Everyone, just let her finish.

Hey Bernice, listen I...

I just want to remind you all

that we have a missing person out there

and the clock is ticking.

Sam, Bryan's right. Tell her to pull her head in, we'll get...

That's enough out of you, Scooter.

Don't want to have to escort you from the building, again.

Alright, meeting's over. Go home.

Get a good night's sleep

and meet at the hut at first light.

Go!

Bryan.

Tammy, wait, look, I'm so sorry about that,

but it's not what you think. Please let me explain.

No, no need.

I'm sure you'll do whatever you have to, Sergeant.

Do you have to have a dick around here

to shut this crowd up?

What the hell are you thinking?

That maybe you're right.

That maybe you're right.

Claire Harris was in Damien's shop

the day before she went missing.

You think he had something to do with her disappearance?

Yeah, it's possible he knew where she was going

and the day she left, his shop was shut.

And you want to invite him into the investigation.

Told it was a bad idea, guys a whack-job.

- Ah, so you leaked it to Harris? - It wasn't me.

Reza's the one here trying to root his daughter.

You said the Grierson case was a dead end,

but Claire's disappearance is fresh.

If I flush Damien out...

Have you listened to anything I've said?

Yeah, you said he craves attention.

I can use that to trip him up.

How?

Get him to reveal forensic details

only someone involved would know.

That's a terrible idea.

What time's your mum arriving tomorrow?

They couldn't give an exact time.

Good meeting?

Oh, I managed to turn practically the whole town

against me, including Tammy Samson,

against me, including Tammy Samson,

and that's saying something.

How was your day? Rose shoot anyone?

I did find out all about the history at the farm.

It's a pretty amazing story.

Fruit picking?

She used to run this sort of artist commune in the seventies.

There's not much left of it now except this,

this gorgeous cottage that she still lets out.

Oh, it's got this great studio.

It's flooded with natural light, and oh, the views.

There were a couple of guys up there today, painting.

You sound envious.

Maybe you're drawn to the place because you want to paint again.

Wasn't talking about me.

All I mean is you're an artist, not a bookkeeper.

And you're a detective, not a country copper.

You have a choice, I don't.

It's been 15 years but it's eating you up.

I know it is.

You just got to give yourself permission.

You just got to give yourself permission.

It's not a betrayal.

Are you getting anything?

Any vibes?

Righto, take your time.

How well did you know Claire Harris?

She comes into my shop sometimes.

One of the few locals who does?

- What does she buy? - Camping supplies.

Like what?

Gas canisters, batteries, that sort of thing.

Does she tell you where she's going?

No, but I know that she goes camping

to get away from her husband.

- Did she tell you that? - She didn't have to.

She sometimes asks me for a reading.

I know that she wasn't happy in her marriage.

These visions you have, does it help if you know the person?

I didn't know that hiker.

Has the same thing happened to Claire?

I don't know, alright. I can't concentrate.

You keep asking me questions.

She was in your shop on Friday, wasn't she?

Did she tell you she was coming here?

- Look, I already told you, no. - You were shut the next day.

Not all day. I was doing stock take.

Has something happened to Claire?

You're not giving me a chance.

Sorry, boss.

Sarge, there's something out here you might want to see.

- This better be bloody good. - Hm-mm.

Oh fuck!

See this down here, will be Claire's,

and this, I reckon, is a roundabout size 12.

Has anyone else been in here,

yesterday, since you taped it off?

No, made sure, and I've taken photos.

Great, then run them through the database

for the make and size.

Uh-uh.

I need you to take Damien back to town.

- Da... - Yeah.

I appreciate your time.

If any visions do come to you...

Ah, just watch your step there.

Give me a call.

Fuck!

Brokenridge 250 to Brokenridge 900.

Brokenridge 900.

Hey Rez, do we still have Haber's boots?

Yeah.

Have a look and tell me what size they are.

Alright, hang on.

- You there, Sarge? - Go ahead.

They're True Blues, size 12.

Thanks Rez.

Thanks Rez.

Sergeant Whitford.

I was searching for Mrs. Harris when I came across him.

He belongs to a rival outfit. He bolted through the bush.

Something scared the shit out of him.

Poor bugger, he was distressed.

G'day mate, hey.

Owner says a bloke from Myrtleford

hired this horse last Saturday.

You can get his details from them.

People keep telling me how easy it is to disappear up here.

What do you think?

People don't know this country.

They think they do, but they underestimate it.

- How dangerous it is? - How vast.

- How dangerous it is? - How vast.

There are places out there even my people haven't set foot on.

There's something else I want to ask you about.

Claire Harris left home at 7 on horseback.

So she probably got to the hut around about midday.

We think that Haber raided a campsite here,

that night around midnight.

Could he have done something to Claire at the hut first

and then got to this campsite by that evening?

That's a long shot. Why?

Something just doesn't sit right.

Oh, this is Aunty Gladys.

Aunty, this is Sergeant Whitford.

She's the new copper in town.

She's investigating those missing people.

The Wirrk-Wirrk took them.

Who's your mob?

Um, I don't know.

How come?

My mum's white.

Dad had some indigenous heritage but he died when I was little

and we lost connection with his family.

and we lost connection with his family.

Mum didn't talk about it

and it was something I never, er, looked into.

Um, Who, who, who's the Wirrk-Wirrk?

Mayiwa wirrk-wirrk biyadharrabayi bunbunarrik...

There was this old woman, she stole the children.

Ngandinuk ba bayigonung wirrk-wirrk ngalambayi...

She was hideous and wicked,

and she lived in the bush, not far from here.

She used to find and keep the little boys and girls

that had wandered away from the camp.

So the Kulin, they were very sad.

So they asked their spirit father,

Bundjil, the Eagle-creator, to bring the children back.

I saw the eagle flying over these hills.

You need to connect with your mob Bub, to Country,

because if you don't know who your mob are,

you don't know who you are.

The horse was hired by a bloke called David Miers,

a retired judge from Myrtleford.

I've just spoken to his wife, and guess what?

He was wearing a pair of size 12 Blundstones

that match the tread of the prints from the outhouse.

- Not Haber's True Blues? - No.

This Miers guy, what's his story?

The wife says he goes on the fishing trips alone,

The wife says he goes on the fishing trips alone,

but she must know that's not true,

because she gave me the code to his phone

and I charged it up.

Check it out.

He's fucking useless. You want me to get in there?

Yeah, go for it.

You found my wife?

Not yet, why aren't you out looking?

All my other farmhands are up there. I've got a ranch to run.

Do you know a Judge David Miers, from Myrtleford?

- Should I? - He's missing too.

His phone and other evidence

puts him together with your wife at Newman's Hut.

Hang on. What are you suggesting?

Did you know your wife was having an affair?

Crap!

Is that what you were arguing about the night of Sam's party?

No, it was about her going on a trail ride

when that crazy Haber was on the loose.

But I'll tell you what, you spread that bullshit around town

and I'll have your job.

I can't guarantee it won't get out,

there have been a few leaks from my station.

there have been a few leaks from my station.

Well there's no way in hell that my wife's cheating on me.

Wait!

These are text messages between Claire and David Miers.

It's his phone.

I'm sorry.

Get off my property. Find my wife.

Go ahead, Reza.

Damien?

Damien!

Damien!

What the hell happened?

Damien! Who did this?

I did.

You want to tell me what's going on?

You know, I used to be respected.

People trusted me with their children.

I loved those kids. I loved teaching.

That's all I ever wanted to do.

And now look at me.

And now look at me.

I'm nobody.

You're helping me find Claire Harris.

You're not nobody.

Hey Mum.

Hey, you must be Andrea. I'm Hannah, we spoke on the phone.

How are you, Mum?

- The waitresses are useless. - Waitresses?

They haven't given me anything to drink.

Did you order Scotch or a wine?

Ha!

They wouldn't serve decent wine in a place like this.

Who called the police?

It's Andie, Mum.

It can be really hard when they don't recognise you.

Yeah, I haven't seen her for a few weeks,

but she seems to have really deteriorated.

Oh, that can happen following a relocation,

but she'll settle in.

She doesn't know me, but she remembers she likes a drink.

Once an alky, always an alky.

Uh, I'll do that tomorrow morning. Kirra's going to help.

- Where is Kirra? - She's studying with a friend.

I told you she'd make friends in no time.

They're bringing her home.

Are you grieving about your Mum?

It's not just about losing her.

It's also my connection to my dad and my childhood.

I met this indigenous woman today,

and she asked me who my mob was.

And she said if you don't know who your mob are,

you don't know who you are.

I know who you are.

And keep an eye out on those clouds though,

with chances of scattered showers

towards the end of the week.

But nothing too heavy to spoil your outdoor plan.

And for our snow enthusiasts...

Jesus Christ!

Somewhere in there, you know who I am.

Andie?

See ya.

Hey, you were supposed to help me.

Sorry, slept in.

- I'll give you a lift. - All good, bye.

Are you okay?

Ah, I didn't sleep too well.

Had the weirdest dream.

I thought there was a dingo in it,

but that was real. It was in the backyard.

Maybe that's what killed Grant's sheep.

Should we be worried?

Yep.

What?

Okay, on my way.

I got to go. Thanks for unpacking.

Finally!

Why didn't you call me when it happened?

Oh, CFA put it out last night. There's no need to bother you.

Where's Damien?

No sign of him by the time I arrived.

Molotov cocktail.

Bag it all up.

Could jag a print off this glass if we're lucky.

You reckon Bryan Harris was behind this, via the Mason boys?

Oh, that'd be jumping to conclusions.

Hmm.

Question everyone around here, maybe they saw something.

Who cares about the psycho? I'm needed on the search for Claire.

You've done enough, for Harris.

One more leak out of you and I'll have you up on charges.

Get over it, Brett. I'm not the enemy here.

The way I see it,

we either work together or you can look for another job.

Heading into town?

Benalla, to pick up some seedlings. How are you going?

Pretty much done.

All your financial data is now on a spreadsheet.

I can walk you through the program,

and you'll be self-sufficient.

If you leave your invoice, I'll pay it tomorrow.

Ah Rose, I was thinking about your offer to use the cottage,

but not for free.

How about instead of that invoice?

I hope you're not doing it out of some misguided sense of charity.

Likewise.

Oh, well it's a deal.

Great.

Hmm.

It's all right for some.

- Where's the six-pack? - I'm here on business.

Pity.

You find Claire Harris?

You heard about Damien's caravan?

So now he's disappeared

and my whole strategy's up shit creek.

He's not at his shop. I've already put out a KALOF.

Any idea where he might go?

Well, if he's done something to Claire

and that other bloke, the judge, then he's escalating.

Yeah, I don't know what to think.

I was feeling a bit sorry for him.

I was feeling a bit sorry for him.

Better hope to find him before he hurts someone else.