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Hey.

Hey.

Uh... my engine's cooked.

Um, uh, do you want a ride or... ?

That alright?

Hello, you.

Uh, I think you know where to find me.

OK, yeah. Let's, uh, rendez-vous apr.

Yeah, OK. Ciao.

Having two defendants is one of the challenges

of this case, Patrick.

You'll be sitting next to the co-accused in court,

you know that?

I'll be next to Sasha?

Sasha, yeah, but... but to us, she's just the co-accused.

It's best to keep this depersonalised.

I'm accused of murdering her mum, mate.

It's... it's pretty fuckin' personal, isn't it?

Patrick, you're lucky to have Mr Colby here pro bono.

You're getting the best. He knows what he's doing.

That is a persistent rumour, Patrick.

In this case, it's absolutely true.

- Uh-huh. - Now, remember...

every little glance or gesture will be scrutinised by the jury.

They'll be interpreted in ways that we can't entirely predict,

so it's best you don't talk to Sasha at all during court.

Don't even look at her.

Yeah.

And, um...

- No-one on the jury can know you personally... - OK.

... but there will be a few that know of you

in a district this size. That is unavoidable,

so if someone gets up from the jury pool,

uh, someone that you've had an unpleasant contact with...

a shopkeeper, park ranger...

you just give me a little sign, yeah?

- OK. - And, uh, I'll challenge.

A sign? Uh, yeah.

Um, are they gonna keep me in here,

in this cell next to him, the whole trial?

Yeah, it's just a little more practical

than going back and forth from the prison.

OK.

You will be sitting next to Patrick

in court.

It's very exposed up there,

so you need to keep, uh, your body language neutral, yeah?

- Thanks. - Yeah, you're right.

Yeah.

I mean, you're... you're welcome.

Yeah, righto. Um...

Hey, you know what?

You shouldn't pick up strangers.

No, I don't, usually. I...

I... I just made an exception for you.

Appreciate it.

Thank you. Yeah.

Yeah, it's gonna be hard to be neutral.

I hate him.

It's just a matter of self-control.

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Bit late for that, wouldn't you say?

What?

- Modesty. - Oh, yeah.

I just need a bit of a barrier between my vagina and this seat.

You just never know who's stayed in these hotel rooms.

- I'm starving! Let's order. - Yep.

What was that Italian we went to last time?

Um... Oh, yeah.

So, it's a show pony's first circuit

and first co-accused case.

Yeah, so, he'll be desperate to win,

but he'll make mistakes.

Well, I admire your optimism,

but we can't rely on the prosecution fucking up.

Now, who do we want on the jury?

Well, for Patrick, I want hard-working young men

who'll sympathise with him.

Oh, shit!

We want younger women who will sympathise with both of them.

What?

You're gonna disagree,

but I think a couple of older men for Sasha.

Older men won't like Patrick.

Yeah, but old-fashioned guys find it hard to believe

that a woman could kill their mother.

I will give you one old-fashioned man

if we can find one who won't sympathise with the victim.

The prosecution are probably going to try and push

a couple of older women through

if we run out of challenges.

Well, let's hope they're not

a narrow-minded bureaucratic type.

It's the first day

of the much-anticipated trial of the former lovers.

The Supreme Court will be hearing the case in Tunkwell

in a trial that is expected to take four to six weeks.

On the morning of 19 July 2022,

mother, landowner

and thriving local farmer Bernice Price

was seen alive and well in this very town of Tunkwell,

was seen alive and well in this very town of Tunkwell,

going about her business.

By that evening, Bernice Price was dead...

..murdered by her own daughter, Sasha Price,

and her boyfriend, Patrick Harrows,

who, after an altercation with a gun,

brutally hit Bernice Price on the head.

And though she was still alive,

the State will show they dumped her in a well

in an attempt to cover up her injuries as accidental.

There, Mrs Price drowned in filthy, stagnant water.

Here, we have a case of two greedy lovers...

who killed a respected town matriarch

all so they could inherit the 12,000-hectare cattle property

known as Airly Downs.

Their motive was not only greed,

but a determination to pursue a romantic relationship

of which the victim, Bernice Price, disapproved.

You will hear that the co-accused

are each other's only alibi,

but following charges being laid,

their guilt has strained their relationship

and torn apart their folie deux.

English, if you please, Mr Prosecutor.

Excuse me, Your Honour.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

what the State is describing is a joint course of action

where both accused are either guilty

or not guilty of murder.

You can only find them both guilty or not guilty,

or one guilty and acquit the other.

There is no lesser charge of aiding and abetting.

Understand?

You'll have a chance to say so if you don't later.

Good. Carry on.

Thank you, Your Honour.

At least they have tea facilities.

Hopefully it turns into cocktails on Friday nights.

Or we could introduce Margarita Mondays.

Yes.

- Apparently, these things can be quite gruelling. - Hmm.

A friend of mine ended up with PTSD after a trial.

'Cause of what happens with the crime?

No, from dealing with the other jury members.

Oh, I was hoping they wouldn't pick me.

You're not interested in the case?

That's my ex-husband there in the pink polo shirt.

- Very ex. - Oh. Awkward.

Fucking annoying, actually.

Thank you.

Yeah, very, very ex.

- Hey. - Sorry.

No, no, you're right. I was just, um, saying hey.

Um, you're Joey Kovac.

- Uh, yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- What? - Sorry. No, you were...

You were ahead of me at school. You don't remember. That's OK.

- Claudia. - Shit!

- Nah, I do remember. - Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You and, um...

You and Haz had a thing, right? Harry Parsons? You...

Yeah. Yeah. Well, for, like, a minute in Year 8.

- Oh, gotcha. - Yeah.

And he's... Well, he's good... good?

He's still kicking a ball around,

playing for the Reddies or... ?

I don't know. Last I heard, he left town, but...

- Did he? Oh. - You'd know better than me.

No, no, no, I've not talked to him in years.

Yeah. I kinda lost touch with all the boys after the...

You know, he's given up footy and that.

Oh, of course, yeah, yeah.

- I'll let you sit down anyways. - Yeah, thanks.

Mate, who's looking after the mill

while you're on your civic duty?

Oh, it pretty much runs itself these days.

I'm just there for decoration.

These jury rules are pretty gnarly, hey?

Nevertheless, we have to stick by them for the whole six weeks.

Shouldn't have to take the whole six weeks, right?

Hey? I mean, come on.

Pretty much an open-and-shut case, to my mind.

I mean, no question those two did it, right?

That's a very scientific approach, Ian? I don't want to diminish that,

but I just think everybody deserves a fair go.

Especially the poor victim.

Poor victim?

You are joking, aren't you?

Am I missing something?

Guessing you're not from around town.

- Oh, am I the only ring-in? - No, no, I'm from Gully.

Yeah, I'm out of town as well,

so I don't know any local gossip.

Well, I live right here

and I don't know any local gossip either.

- So... - Bernice Price was

the most notoriously disliked battleaxe in the district.

You can ask anyone.

People would have been lining up to knock the old bitch off.

Fuck, Ian.

Oh, tactful as usual.

Right.

Go on.

That's it. Good. Go on.

I told you we were unloading at 2:00.

Yeah, I got held up in town. I'm sorry.

You were meant to prep the gates.

- Well, I'll do it now, then. - No, I'll do it.

You get all that shit out of the barn. We're burning on Tuesday.

No, I'm gonna do the gates.

You're not even supposed to be on your feet

until the moon boot comes off!

You should sit down for a bit.

Look, if I sit down, I won't get up again.

Hey, Mum, you remember that bloke

that I helped a couple of weeks back?

He's a decent bloke. Reliable.

Listen, he's done a bit of jackarooing.

He's got his tractor hours up.

I was thinking maybe we could, uh,

take him on just for a little bit.

Just until you're properly back on your feet.

Came calling, did he?

Listen, I know you don't want to admit it,

but we could use the help right now.

I mean, just even... Just even for a couple weeks.

I told him there might be a bit of work around.

If he'll take $35 an hour, we'll take him on,

but he's gone as soon as I'm fit again

or even sooner if he turns out anything like

that last useless prick we had.

My client, Sasha Price, is hard-working...

stable, a sensible member of the community,

and a dutiful daughter.

There are no eyewitnesses, no fingerprints,

no compelling technical evidence to suggest

that she had any part to play in the death of her mother.

She lost her mum.

This is her lifelong companion.

And now she finds herself falsely accused

of an unthinkable crime that she did not commit.

What we have before us

is a terrible...

tragic...

accident.

The prosecution is painting a picture

of my client, Patrick Harrows,

as one of two evil conspiring villains,

but the truth is much simpler.

Everyone in rural Australia knows

that farm accidents happen every day.

More people die on farms than in mining accidents

and a helluva lot more die of everything other than murder.

Patrick Harrows had not worked on Mrs Price's farm

for three months at the time of her death.

The State will produce no eyewitness,

nor any evidence suggesting

that he was even on the property on that day.

So, when listening to the prosecution,

I want you to apply the good old-fashioned pub test

to their version of events.

If something sounds unlikely,

then it should fail the pub test

and be rejected.

You don't have to know exactly how Mrs Price died.

You only have to have reasonable doubt

whether my client conspired to murder her

to find him not guilty.

Thank you.

According to that, we should be holding the trial

in your pub, Columbus.

Yeah. I don't know how he thinks the pub test is gonna work.

In my pub, everybody reckons they're as guilty as hell.

Nah, I think he's just asking us

to use our bullshit detectors, right?

Exactly. Spot on.

So, we all agree? Winston for foreperson?

- Sure. Fine with me. - Yeah.

Yeah.

Just so as you know, I used my vote for you as jury foreman.

Hey, champ? The club's best and fairest three years running.

Cheers, Ian. I think Winston, he's the man for the job.

Yeah, nah, he's... I reckon...

I reckon I could've made a good fist of it too, you know?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yeah, good. - What's that?

Sorry? Oh, oh, nothing, mate.

Just, uh, you know, saying how lucky we are

to have Winston here to lead us to the Holy Grail of justice.

- Our fearless leader! - I wouldn't go that far.

Well, the whole town's eyes are on you now, mate.

Don't fuck it up.

Hey, darling. I'm gonna call you later.

Um, I hope Noah got to band practice for once.

Um, I'm gonna try you tomorrow if I miss you.

Love you.

Oh!

Did a little mercy dash on your behalf. Some lunch?

Aww, who said chivalry's dead?

Meredith, we have a request from Fleur, Sasha's cousin.

She wants to sit in the gallery.

Not if she brings the kid.

Ever the soft touch.

- What? - She's trouble.

What's happening?

She's been making demands.

Senior Constable Collins,

what do you remember about the evening of July 19?

I was at the station

and I received a call about an accident on Airly Downs.

It was logged at 9:26pm.

So, an hour after Sasha Price

first called an ambulance for her mother?

Yes. They, um...

The ambos, they couldn't revive her

as she was already dead

and it was difficult to retrieve her body,

so they called me.

Was there anything about the property that struck you as odd?

Fire.

As I was driving, I saw a fire in the burn pit.

What the fuck is going on here?

Mum's fallen in the well and they can't get her out!

Shit.

My client was very distressed

when you first saw her, wasn't she?

She appeared distraught.

Would you say that her behaviour was consistent with someone

who just suffered the loss of her mother

through a tragic accident?

It was, yes.

Did you interview Sasha Price at the scene?

No, not that night,

but, uh, she told me that the well light was broken

and that she believed that her mother had fallen in the dark.

So there was no light when you first arrived?

No, just torches.

Later, we brought in floodlights,

we brought in helmet lights

so all the firies could see what they were doing...

But it would be fair to say that it was dark

and impossible to clearly note any forensic evidence?

Yes.

Did you or any of the first responders

try to turn on the light?

- No. No. - Because it's a tiny space in there

with one light switch.

- No-one walked up to it... - I had no...

- and just gave it a quick flick up and down? - We had no reason not to believe Sasha

uh, the accused... about the light.

She lived there. She was familiar with the place.

Mm-hm.

And you, uh...

You also didn't make any effort to secure the area

for homicide detectives.

Is that correct?

Yeah, yeah, well, because we weren't viewing it

as a crime scene at the time.

I see.

Thank you. No further questions. Thank you.

If you didn't believe it was a crime scene,

why did you take photos?

In case of a WA Safe investigation.

Standard procedure.

Right.

May we review exhibit 3, Your Honour?

When you took these photographs,

you were of the opinion it was an accident, weren't you?

Uh, yeah. I'd known the family for years.

It didn't cross my mind it was anything other than an accident.

When did you decide it wasn't an accident?

Did you, for instance, go home, have a nice cup of tea

and then decide a few hours later it was murder instead?

I only sought advice from Homicide

after the autopsy results had come back.

How much later?

- Three days. - Three days.

So, even though you were there on the spot,

you saw everything with your own eyes,

three days later, it still hadn't crossed your mind

that it was anything other than accident.

No.

Hm.

No further questions.

But it came as a shock to hear

that her injuries weren't consistent with a fall.

- Neal... - No, no, no, no. We can't be speaking.

They're making horrible comments about her online.

- Surely that's not legal. - Excuse me.

Hey.

You know they're being housed in cells side by side, right?

Yeah.

You won't be able to stop 'em talking.

- I want them talking. - What?

If either of them crack,

I've told the guard to let the prosecution know.

Just...

The shape and angle of the injury to the back of the head

was more consistent with a blow by an instrument than a fall.

What effect did the blow to the head have on Mrs Price?

The blow rendered her unconscious.

- She died of drowning. - Drowning where?

Uh, the E. coli in the water in her lungs

matched the E. coli in the well water.

What kind of implement would make an impression like this

in a human skull?

As there were contusions on her skin,

but no deep lacerations...

- Thanks. - ... it was likely to be a heavy implement

with rounded edges.

Can you look at these photographs

of farm implements found at the scene?

Exhibit 8.

Could any of these tools have caused such an injury?

Your Honour, prosecution has produced no evidence

of a murder weapon.

Your Honour, the State seeks to show the correlation

between the shapes of these implements

in contrast to any objects in the well.

I consider that reasonable, Mr Colby. I'll allow the question.

Dr Liu,

do you see any implement that would cause such an indentation

in Mrs Price's skull?

The metal end of the bottom tool would be the closest.

The bottom tool Dr Liu has identified

is, I believe, known as an auger.

Yes, Your Honour,

or more commonly as a post hole digger.

Hey! What are you doing here?

I dunno.

You've got a visitor.

Oh, he's a little bandit, this one.

- A fence down, hey? - Yeah.

Should I get the ute and we'll take him back?

Uh, yeah.

Or, uh, I could... I could carry him.

You what?

You been smoking weed again?

No, watch and learn.

- You ready? You watching? - Yeah.

No way.

It's my party trick.

I'm famous for it.

That is... that is the fuckin' sexiest thing

I've ever seen in my whole life.

Come here.

What are you talking about?

What did you ascertain as time of death?

Based on the air temperatures on the day,

uh, and the rigor mortis,

the victim died between 3:30pm and 4:30pm

on July 19.

So, when the paramedics were first called

by Sasha Price at 8:32pm,

how long had Mrs Price been deceased?

At least four hours.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honour.

Where did you earn your degree, Dr Liu?

At Tsinghua University in Beijing.

I see. And did you grow up on a farm?

I grew up in Beijing. It's a city.

Yes, I'm aware of that. I've been there.

Remarkable Peking duck,

but lamentably few farm wells.

Dr Liu, did you personally inspect the well

in which Mrs Price died?

- No. - So, how did you establish

that there was nothing in the well

that caused her head injuries?

I was provided with forensic photographs

and measurements of the well internals.

But since you didn't inspect the well,

you cannot be 100% certain that all aspects of the well

were taken into account, can you?

I can be quite certain.

Can you be 100% certain?

Think carefully before you answer that.

Not... 100%.

So, you must agree that there is a chance,

no matter how small,

that there was something in that well...

that caused those injuries to Mrs Price's skull.

Well, yes.

Yes.

No further questions.

So, they make you take off the knife every day?

Yeah, I told them it was a religious symbol and not a knife,

but also made me hand it in.

So, um, what's it a symbol of, then?

Um...

Well, it reminds us to stand up against injustice.

- Uh-huh. - Which is, like, apt for the occasion.

You know, I actually have Indian heritage, apparently.

It was somewhere along the line.

- Really? - Yes!

Sorry I didn't make it back in time, hon.

Yeah, I'll see you in a fortnight.

Oh, wait! Did you speak to the neighbour

about not using our bins?

Well, I disagree,

but we will have that argument when you get home.

Alright, miss you already. 'Bye.

Oh, Mum, I've been meaning to ask you,

there's a very nice Indian girl on the jury.

Her name's Parvinder

and we've been talking about my Indian heritage through Dad.

I'm wondering does it come through Grandma

or is it Granddad?

Mum?

W-what?

My Indian heritage.

Shh.

Shh!

All the washing. All the washing!

Mum, Mum, Mum! Hey, it OK.

There's no washing. Ray did it.

Oh.

Mrs Price's daughter and her boyfriend

were charged with the woman's murder last August and...

How do they expect small businesses to survive

while staff are doing jury duty?

I can still do nights and Saturdays.

She's a hard worker. She'll help.

Oh, yeah.

Her mind's already not on the job

because she forgot to pick up our cake for dessert.

- Ma, it was a big day! - Mm.

Hey, I'm not supposed to be watching this.

- Can we mute it or something? - ... expert witnesses.

- Was she murdered? - We don't know yet

and we're not supposed to talk about it either.

You know, that man, that, um...

- Ma! - What's his...

- What's his... ? - Patrick.

Patrick! Whatever his name is.

He's a gold-digger, my opinion.

So, he works in the mines?

No, 'gold-digger' is when someone, like a guy,

pretends to be in love with a lady,

but, really, he's only after her money.

- She doesn't need to hear that. - Yeah, well...

- She's nine years old. - OK, but Mum brought it up.

And she needs to know how the world works.

Don't listen to her.

Yeah, no, I'm on fuckin' jury duty.

Yeah. Pretty hectic.

Um, so, yeah, you don't have any spare drivers

who can squeeze in a cheeky south-west run this week?

Yeah, nah, that's fair enough. Pretty last-minute.

Oh, I already tried both of them, but no luck.

It's all good. It's my problem.

Yeah. I'll sort it.

OK. Yeah, cheers. Thanks, mate. 'Bye.

Fuck.

Fuckin' hell.

You're not gonna find anyone.

Dad's not gonna let you drive a truck, mate.

He just forked out 200K for it.

Did you even ask him?

Yeah, I asked him, Pete.

He wants someone with more experience, mate.

- Oh, fuck off. Really? - Yes.

I got my MR licence.

I can handle this thing, mate. I...

Just talk him into it.

Sure.

Hey, Pete. Joey round?

Yeah, just here.

Hey, babe.

I was expecting you to come home and tell me about the trial.

Yeah, I just had to make a few phone calls, babe.

That's all. Sorry. I lost track of time.

Well, you can tell me about it after netball, then.

Over dinner.

OK. Yeah. Sounds good.

I'll finish up here and see you after netball.

- See ya. - Have fun.

Give 'em hell.

Don't fuckin' look at me like that, mate.

Fuckin' hell!

Wait, where the fuck... ? Where the fuck... ?

What did you lose?

Just looking for your fuckin' balls, mate.

Oh, good one. Good one.

Listen, Pete, hey,

I'm sorry about the driving gig, mate.

Yeah, if you were sorry, you would sort it, but...

whatever.

Now I know why they call it 'the circus'.

Mm, it's a play on 'the circuit'.

Of course, of course, but it is like being on a circus train.

- Mm. - You know, riding into small towns,

roll up for the show.

I asked for Reggiano.

This isn't Reggiano.

Mm.

Those two are obviously comparing briefs.

Well, if you're such a stickler for the rules,

you really should be sitting at another table.

What happens on circuit stays on circuit.

Detective Gardner,

can you tell the court your role in the investigation

of Bernice Price's murder?

I'm a senior detective based in Boorloo/Perth

and I was called onto the case by Senior Constable Collins

once it became a homicide investigation.

Can you tell us what you know about the deceased's movement

on the day she died?

Mrs Price was seen at approximately 11:35am,

driving in town,

by her solicitor, Stanley Churchill.

How do?

She was then seen around about 15 minutes later

entering the Sunrise Motel room where Mr Harrows was staying.

She was carrying a bag

and then she emerged 10 minutes later without the bag

and drove away.

- Was she seen after that? - No.

At 3:26pm that afternoon,

a neighbour heard a gunshot on the Airly Downs property

and came to investigate,

but there was no sign of Mrs Price

and her vehicle was parked at the well.

You mentioned a gunshot.

Did you undertake an investigation into that?

Yes, we did.

There was Packard ammunition residue

on Mrs Price's vest

and that is consistent with a gun

being fired at close range to her body.

We believe that the gun went off

during an altercation with the accused.

Did you find any firearms on Airly Downs?

There was an old shotgun registered to Mrs Price,

but ballistics determined that there was no Packard ammunition

or residue in the barrel.

Oh, fuck.

Your shottie's seen better days.

It's practically an antique.

Fuckin' is.

You know, my foster dad,

the one that taught me about shooting and stuff...

he'd have a stroke if he saw this gun.

You guys need a new one.

Your hair looks nice.

Yeah?

Well, did you search anywhere else?

Yes.

In Patrick Harrows's motel room,

there was an unregistered .22-calibre rifle

hidden under the bed

and there was also Packard ammunition found with it.

Your Honour, relevance.

The victim had no gunshot wound.

Mr Prosecutor, how is this relevant?

It's most relevant

as the discovery of the gun,

along with the witness statement about the gunshot,

led to the accused being charged.

Very well, I'll allow it.

- Detective. - Yes.

What else can you tell us about that day?

In the morning, Sasha Price, at the request of her mother,

had withdrawn $100,000 cash from the local bank branch

and then delivered it to her mother at Airly Downs.

That was at about 10:30am.

Her mother then drove into town

where she visited Patrick Harrows

and gave him the cash.

Your Honour, there is no proof

that my client received $100,000.

Detective Gardner, can you specify how much cash

was given to Mr Harrows?

Well, we know he was given $50,000,

but the other $50,000 is not accounted for.

Did the accused furnish police with alibis

for the time of death?

We were at the waterfall all afternoon.

Describe 'all afternoon' for me.

We were there from about 3:20

through to about 5:00.

Did anyone see them at the waterfall, Detective?

Their alibi is uncorroborated.

They were then seen around 7pm

having dinner at a local restaurant.

CCTV footage obtained from the restaurant's car park

at 7:39pm

showed that the co-accused were arguing.

Let's review the CCTV footage.

Was he pressuring you to stay quiet about what you'd done?

No. We haven't done anything.

Then what were you arguing about?

- What were you arguing about? - Um... um... um...

That... that... that was just...

Well, it was a personal matter.

You can get me a lawyer right now, hey?

I'm not fuckin' talking anymore.

Sasha Price then drove home to Airly Downs

at around about 8:10pm.

She claimed that, upon not seeing her mother in the house,

she set fire to the burn pit

and then called the deceased's phone

before discovering her mother's ute at the well

and then investigating.

She called emergency services at around 8:32pm.

On her own evidence,

Sasha Price set fire to the burn pit

before calling the ambulance.

Yes.

What was she burning?

We found remnants of pallets, feed bags, household rubbish,

but also the metal remains of an auger.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honour.

Detective Gardner, you took statements from several people

who told you that Mrs Price held grudges

- against others in the community, didn't you? - Yes.

For example, a neighbour who was on the property

at the time of Mrs Price's death,

she told you that she had a dispute, didn't she?

- Yes. - Several contractors gave evidence

that they were owed substantial amounts of money

from Mrs Price, didn't they?

- Yes. - And a group of pig shooters

who were in the vicinity on July 19,

they told you that they had a long-standing dispute

with Mrs Price for an incident

in which she fired a shotgun at them, didn't she?

- Yes, but they all have alibis. - In fact, Detective, not one prosecution witness

will give evidence that Sasha Price

had a violent relationship with her mother

and your narrative about my client murdering her mother

is based entirely on circumstantial evidence,

isn't it?

Isn't it?

Yes.

Thank you. No further questions, Your Honour.

Dad, I've literally tried, like, everybody.

No-one but Pete's available.

He's got his Medium Rigid licence, yeah.

Yeah, I told you that.

OK.

Yeah, OK.

Yeah, no, I'll give him a run tonight

after... after court.

Beauty. Alright. Cheers, Dad. Yeah.

Thanks so much, Vicki. We'll be fine.

You can't talk to Sasha's friend about the case. She's a witness.

I know that, but Vicki's babysitting

so I can be in court.

Well, just don't give her any information.

What is an auger used for?

Digging holes, taking soil samples.

Is it a common farm implement?

I can't answer that.

Well, my inquiries found that 243 augers were sold

in the local hardware shop over the last 12 months.

Would you agree that makes it a pretty common implement?

Probably, yes.

Yes. Now, is this auger the one

you believe to be the murder weapon?

- No. - No, but this auger was found by police

on Airly Downs,

having been purchased by Mrs Price

a month before her death for 69.99...

something of a bargain.

Is that correct, Detective?

Yes.

So, if this auger that was found on the property

was not the murder weapon,

did someone bring another auger to hit Mrs Price with?

We believe the auger that was used was found in the burn pit.

In the burn pit.

Exhibit 4, please.

So, you believe that this implement

was used to strike Mrs Price on the head?

Yes.

Why were you convinced

that this was burnt to cover evidence?

Because Mrs Price's farm working book

showed that the burn pit wasn't scheduled to be lit that day.

The farm working books, yes.

Please hand the witness exhibit 10,

the last three years of Mrs Price's farm working books.

Open to July, if you would.

Now, you'll find that although the burn pit was lit

every fourth Tuesday of the month,

this varied every July

following a large annual delivery of fertiliser

after which they would burn the pallets.

So, July 2019.

The burn took place on the third Tuesday of the month.

July 2020, the third Tuesday.

July 2021, the same pattern.

Do you agree?

Apparently. Yes.

The burn, in fact, was due on that day...

the day of Mrs Price's death.

So, is it possible that,

by lighting the burn pit on that evening,

her daughter was not burning evidence,

but simply performing a farm chore?

It's possible.

It's possible. Thank you.

How'd I get so lucky?

What...

finding a job with benefits attached?

Yeah.

Why aren't you married?

I don't know.

Um, well, I went to an all-girls boarding school.

And then Mum went through a phase

of trying to marry me off to sons of farmers.

Right.

I don't know. It just never really...

It just never really worked out.

Women in my family live to, like, 100,

so the prospect of spending that amount of time with my mother

- probably wasn't an asset. - Ah!

Now, that I can really understand.

We don't fuck the hired help.

Unless it's you.

Don't be ridiculous.

Lines get blurred.

He'll take advantage and talk about our business in town.

- You're gonna make a fool of yourself. - You're just jealous, Mum.

So, did you find any forensic evidence

on the auger in the photo

that would connect it to Mrs Price's death?

- No. - No. Any hair?

- No. - Or skin, for instance?

No, we did not.

No, no.

Well, that doesn't augur well for your case,

does it, Detective?

Hello? I've got cake.

Great.

- How's she feel? - Yeah, it's good.

She's easy to drive, huh?

Yeah. It's like riding a bike, mate.

Fuck, I've never seen you ride a bike before.

I'll take a photo of you, send it to the old man.

Like this?

Don't fuckin' do that, you dickhead.

- That'll just piss him off. - Bro, let's do it. It'll be funny.

- Fucking hell. - You right there, bro?

Yeah, yeah, just dropped me fuckin' phone.

Yeah, it's down here. Down... here.

- Wait, watch the fuckin' road, man! - Shit!

Keep going over!

- Oh, shit. - You good?

What the fuck was that?

It's the fuckin' Tunkwell sign.

Pop it in reverse. Put it in reverse. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, just back her up.

Just gently. Gently. Fuck!

Fuck!

OK, yeah, just drive.

Argh, fuck!

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