All language subtitles for Return.To.Paradise.2024.S01E01.WEB-DL.x264-N1U61N1

(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK WHINES)

MAN: (OVER P.A.)
Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Dolphin Cove.

My name is Stuart Granger,

president of
the Dolphin Cove Surf Club.

And it is my honour
to welcome you all

to Dolphin Cove Main Beach

to compete for this,
the Stirling Cup.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

I now declare
this year's Surf Carnival...

..open!
(CHEERING)

Good luck, everyone.

So I've got a 2:00
at Hillside Circuit.

You'll be back in time
to present the cup?

Angel, wouldn't miss it
for the world.

I love you.

Why wouldn't you.

And, Becky, clean up
the sand down there?

G'day, mate.
How you going? (LAUGHS)

She's a beauty, right?
Yeah. No, she's nice!

Wait till you see inside.
Yeah.

(WHISTLE BLOWS, CHEERING)

MAN: One, two, three!

Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull!

(OVER P.A.) ..under-16s surf ski,
commencing in five minutes.

Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull!

Body in the water!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIM)

Body in the water.

(SCREAMING)

MAN: (ON RADIO) It's a beautiful day
in sunny Dolphin Cove.

And this is your DCFM
public service announcement

to get your togs on, folks,

because Stirling Point
is a glorious...

First time in Dolphin Cove?
Sure.

..get down to the beach...

I feel like I've seen you
somewhere before.

No.

Yeah, well,
it's a beautiful time to visit.

Although, it's always
beautiful here.

Paradise, if you ask me.

I'm on the phone here.

Right.

Hello? It's DI Clarke.

I need you to put me through to...
Clarke?!

Mackenzie Clarke!

Oh!

I knew it was you!

Uh... What are you doing?

Oi! What are you doing?

Get out!

What?

Can you just hang on a tick?

I am a paying customer.

I can't believe you came back,
after what you did.

Get out!
I tried to warn them about you.

I told everybody on the day,
but they wouldn't listen to me.

Oh, yes.
You're very perceptive, Trevor.

Smarter than everyone.

You can't just leave me here.

It's 3 K into town.

Not my problem.

What about professional standards?

(STARTS ENGINE)

What about driver's ethics?

What about manners?!

You still there?

Ugh!

(EXHALES)

Hello?

Hello?

Cheers, Mum.

Murder. Because of...

The knife in his back?

Mmm.

First one?
Nah. Done loads.

At the Academy. Case histories.

But it's no different
to investigating a robbery, is it?

Oh, except somebody's dead.

That's a difference.

Hard to disagree, Felix.

Hard to disagree. Boss.

Hey. Oh, boy.
Mm.

Did you have a chat
with Susan Stirling?

She said Stuart
had a 2pm appointment

at 3 Hillside Circuit
with a buyer...

..Grant Edgar.

I'm meeting with him there.
OK.

I'm gonna get onto HQ.

Tell them to send down a detective.

We... We don't need
another detective.

Oh, Colin...

When Dolphin Cove royalty
washes up on the shore break,

I think we need a senior detective.

I'm sorry. And you know it.

Constable.

I want to talk to him about renting
it out as soon as humanly possible.

WOMAN: (TEARFULLY) He can't come
to the phone. I'm so sorry.

He had an appointment today...

(SIGHS) Look, honestly,
can you just pull yourself together

and tell me
where was his last appointment?

COLIN: So Stuart Granger was
showing you through the property?

Yeah, yeah, just looking for
something a bit bigger

for when I have the kids.

Stuart thought
it'd be a good fit, so...

It's your first time here?
Yeah.

What time did you leave?

I...think about three.
Uh, maybe just before.

Did Stuart leave with you?

Uh, no. I left him here.

He said he'd lock up.

Did you know him well?
Oh, you know, I'd seen him around.

I help out at the surf club.
He's the president, so...

So, you and Stuart were friends?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Hardly see him these days.

And where is he now?

Sorry, you can't be here.

Who are you?
Colin Cartwright.

Detective Senior Constable
Colin Cartwright.

Where's Stuart Granger?

Thank you, Grant, uh...Mr Edgar.

We'll be in touch
if we need to talk to you again.

Sure.

Sorry.

Um, Stuart Granger is...unavailable.

He's dead.

That's why his receptionist
was crying.

And you're a detective,
so it wasn't natural causes.

Murdered, then.

Sorry. Who are you? Because
this is official police business.

Mackenzie Clarke,
Detective Inspector,

Metropolitan Police.

Oh. London.

Um, welcome to Dolphin Cove,
DI Clarke...

You still can't be in here.

No techs, no crime-scene guys.

He wasn't found here.

Where, then?

I'm not at liberty...

Oh, I'll find out anyway.

On the beach.

But he was last seen here
with that guy, Grant Edgar.

So when did he...

Have you got the footage?

We're waiting on the security
company to send over the rest.

You can watch it,
professional courtesy.

Then you got to go.

Are they the victim's.
Left on the bench.

But he was found in the water?

Drowned?

Still unclear.

Front door. Back door.

Stuart and Grant Edgar.

Speed it up.

Grant Edgar leaving, 2:59.

What time was the body found?
Oh, uh...

Around four.

What? We're past four.
We should have seen him come out.

He didn't leave.

Any other exits?

All bolted from the inside.

Windows, doors - checked them all,
so he can't have used any of them.

He didn't use any of the exits.

So...he never left the house.

But if he never left the house,

how did he end up on the beach,
2 Ks away, dead.

I appreciate your input,
but we're done now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Stuart's.
We'll go through it.

Place like this, it's not cheap.

What's Grant, a mechanic?

Uh...

He didn't...
Grease under his fingernails.

Pay attention.

So, a mechanic comes to see a house
that he probably can't afford.

Walks out and leaves Stuart behind.

Dead?
Then how did he get into the water?

Alive, then?

Then how did he get into the water?

(INHALES) It doesn't make sense.

WOMAN: Mackenzie Clarke.

I was looking for Stuart Granger.

To rent Mum's house out.

And when you found out
this was a potential crime scene,

you...turned around and went home.

I did try and tell her that.
Yeah.

Obviously not.
Obviously not.

So, what about
we try doing that now?

And, Mackenzie...

Turn your brain off for this one.
We've got all the help we need.

Check his lungs.

(LINE RINGS)

ELECTRONIC VOICE: I'm sorry.
The person you...

Ugh.

(PHONE RINGS)

Strong.

Why not?

Oh, come on, Bryce.

You promised me last night
you'd find someone.

I HAVE tried everybody.

There's no-one else.

Ugh...

Yeah, they're a real menace
around the water.

Your mum gone?
A few days ago.

I thought I was coming back
to see her,

but turns out
she's on an artist's pilgrimage.

Unlikely to return.

An artist's pilgrimage?
Mm.

When I called her, she said she was
following the stars and her heart.

Now I have to rent the place out
for her.

Sounds about right.

So now, instead of a reunion,
I'm cleaning the house out.

How long are you staying?
Till this is done.

Want to hold that out?

Here we go... Yeah. Oh, and...

So...

Detective Inspector in London?

(LAUGHS)

I imagine you can't
take too much time off.

Not really. No.

Oh. Small talk. Kill me.

Look, this is the SITREP, Mackenzie.

OK? We've got Stuart Granger washing
up on the beach yesterday afternoon,

and the powers that be cannot spare

a senior detective
with homicide experience.

And I need one.
Me?

Well...

Would have thought that
you owed me a favour?

Sorry, but I told you,
I'm not staying.

Very heavy caseload back in London.

Oh, well.

Just have to find someone else
to figure out

how Stuart Granger got in the water.

Did he drown? No. No, not my case.

Stabbed, in the back.

Knife still in the blazer.

How much blood on his clothes?

Yeah, it's a real mystery.

Wait, wait, wait...

You need to figure out
how he got out of...

You just enjoy your stay, Mackenzie.

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

(ENGINE SPUTTERS AND STARTS)

You just gonna stand there?

Come on. You remember
where everything is.

Constable Felix Wilkinson,

this is Detective Inspector
Mackenzie Clarke,

Metropolitan Police, London.

Mackenzie used to have your job.

Why'd you leave?

Uh, that's not pertinent, Constable.

OK. Statements done.
Forensics underway.

Let's crack on team. And hello.

Colin, you remember
Detective Inspector Clarke.

She'll be assisting us.
Temporarily.

OK. (CHUCKLES)

Can we have a quick chat?
No.

Where's the button?

His blazer. It's missing a button.
What happened to it?

Well, I've made a start.
I'll just...

No.
Well...

If you don't mind.
I just... It's...

Yep. Yeah. That's fine.

OK.

To recap...

At about 4pm yesterday,

Stuart Granger, iconic
Dolphin Cove real estate agent

washed ashore on Main Beach.

Where did he go into the water.

Uh, could have been anywhere.

Uh, dozens of tracks
through the scrub.

4 or 5 car parks.

About 50 Ks of coastline.

(KNOCKING)

WOMAN: I know you're in there.
I can see your cars.

Thank you.

I don't know why you don't
give me a pass.

There's an entrance right there.

I'm not coming in the front
with the rubes. Come on.

Bugger me!
If it isn't Mackenzie Clarke!

Miss Rocco. I'm... Oh!

(LAUGHS) So good to have you back.

Oh!
Temporarily.

Oh...
Uh, why... Why are you...

Oh, I'm retired now, honey. Yeah.

I gave the teaching away,

and bringing my wisdom
to the streets.

But you're not a...you're not a...
you're not a...

You're not a police officer?

Unofficially, I guess I am.

Officially, she is not.

She's a volunteer in policing.
(LAUGHS)

These guys are obsessed with titles.

It's the same thing, in the end.

It's not the same thing at all.

Oh, well, I'm not an instrument for
institutional oppression, like some.

Yesterday, you wanted a gun.

Anyway...

The victim's last known location
was 3 Hillside Circuit.

I've got his messages
from his mobile provider.

He sent this the other day -

"She knows about us
and she's fuming.

"We need to meet."

That wasn't in his phone.

He deleted it,
after he sent it to Becky Hayden.

Well, who's Becky Hayden?

She's a waitress at the Surf Club,

and she always takes your drink
before you're done.

Affair?
People have killed for less.

Felix, Reggie,
knock on doors on Hillside Circuit.

See if anyone saw or heard anything.

I'll talk to Susan Stirling again.

DI Clarke...

You come with me, I guess.

Can you tell me where you were
between 3 and 4pm?

Between 3 and 4? I was on a run.

Where?
In the bush, at Serene Pass.

Didn't they close that?

The council don't tell me
where I can and can't go.

So you didn't stay to
watch the carnival?

I was only gone a short while.

Did you go anywhere near
the Hillside Circuit house?

No. That was Stuart's listing.

Both your pictures are on the board.

Both our pictures are on
every board.

Still, I never went there.

Lots of Stirlings.

My ancestors, Mackenzie,

survivors of the shipwreck
who swam ashore

and were the first
to make their lives

in what we now know as Dolphin Cove.

Except for the people who were here
thousands of years before them.

You never worried about
anyone liking you,

did you, Mackenzie Clarke?

Did you know that Stuart was
having an affair with Becky Hayden?

Waitress?

Yes, I did.
Stuart told Becky you were 'fuming'.

I'm sure that's what he told Becky.

But, yes. We had a conversation
about it, and he ended it with her.

Just like that?

He agreed that the Stirling name,
our legacy,

was too important
for him to jeopardise our marriage.

Thank you, Mrs Stirling.

REGGIE: How could no-one on
the whole street have seen anything?

And that bloke, what a whinger.

So someone knocked over
your letterbox, mate?

How is that a police problem?

Well, it was intact yesterday
morning when he got the paper.

So?

Someone knocked it over
between then and now.

Around the same time
he heard a motorbike.

A yellow one, by the look
of the paint on the letterbox.

See, that's the thing about
Dolphin Cove these days.

There was a time,
if your letterbox got knocked over,

Shane from next-door, he'd come
round with a bit of timber

and you might have some concrete
in your shed.

And hour yakka, job done.
You'd have a few drinks.

And we'd all end up in the hot tub.

These places now,
they're all weekenders.

They don't even know
their neighbours to say hello to,

let alone...have a thing
with their wife.

Sorry. Whose wife?

You just mind your business,
stickybeak.

So, Becky, did you
leave the surf club at all?

Just to go to the shops.

How long were you and Stuart Granger
having an affair?

What?

It wasn't an affair.

I'm not with anyone anymore, so...

And Stuart being married
to Susan doesn't count?

Hardly. I mean, we...

..we were in love.

So, you must have been heartbroken
when he dumped you.

Angry even.
He didn't dump me.

He couldn't wait to get away
from Susan and move in with me.

Uh-uh-uh.

So why didn't he?

(EXHALES) She made him
sign some sort of prenup

that if they get a divorce,

he doesn't get
any of the Stirling money.

If that's really the case,

then why would he
risk it all for you?

Because she's pregnant.

There's a hair tie on the button.
It's cheaper than maternity pants.

So, one of them is a woman scorned.

If it's Becky,
she's pregnant and abandoned.

If it's Susan, she's a loyal wife,
left for a younger woman.

Both are potential motives.

Yeah, but according to the CCTV,

neither of them
went anywhere near the house.

If he was even killed in the house.

By the way, how was he found dead,
in the water, 2 Ks away.

It doesn't make sense.
It will?

Well, it doesn't feel like it.

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Has to. It happened.

What's this for?

(LINE RINGS)

Mooney.
Don't hang up.

I'm actually at work.

Yes, obviously.

What's the situation?
Is there going to be an inquiry?

Uh, no. I'm pretty happy
with my mobile plan at the moment.

What?
More data than I could ever need.

Thank you.
Can't talk. Got it.

I need to know.
Uh...

Don't think I'll be making
a decision in the near future.

When then?
Um...

I'd say it'll be a matter of months.

Months? How many?

No need to call me back.

Tell you what, I'll ring you
when my contract is up.

Should have a better idea by then.
Got it.

Do you have any idea
which way it's going to go?

It's hard to say.
Listen, I'm pretty busy here.

No, no, no, don't hang up.

Please don't call me again.

Take me off your call list.

No! Don't go!

Ugh!

Telemarketers.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

It's open.

So, we finally got
the rest of the footage.

Oh, my giddy aunt.
I know.

Got to get it all to the op-shop.

This is your house?

It's my mum's.

You can see it from the surf.
Mm-hm.

Did you know there's a lady who
bathes out the back naked sometimes?

Also my mum.

So, you grew up here
and you chose to move to London?

In a manner of speaking.
I don't understand that.

From the moment I stepped foot here,
I never wanted to leave.

Everyone knows everyone
in Dolphin Cove.

Do you know what I mean?
Mm, yes.

Have we heard from
the forensic accounting team

about the victim's finances?

Oh. That's me.
I'm the forensic accounting team.

I'll get on to that tomorrow.
Autopsy report, then?

Uh, tomorrow. Probably.

Oh, yeah. No rush.

We don't have everything
at our fingertips, like in London.

We're a small, coastal
police station,

and we do the best we can
for our community -

a community that I've loved
from the minute I moved here.

Anyway, we did get the previous
week's Hillside Circuit footage.

So we're not completely useless.

Thanks.

I'll look at it now.

There's, like, 200 hours of footage.

168.
Eh?

Hours in the week.

I'm only going to skim it.

Leave you to it. Good night, then.

I'll chase up
those financial statements

first thing in the morning.

Other door.

Beautiful out there.

Never made it for a surf.
Regretting it already.

Water looks magic.

Anyway, um, tech guys went over
the Hillside Circuit house.

No blood, no hair,
no evidence of anything.

Uh, killer could have cleaned up.

No sign of that, either.

Looks like Stuart wasn't killed
in the house, at this stage.

Uh, long black?

I guessed.

I don't drink it.

How do you function this early
without it?

Wait. Have you...

Have you been watching that
all night?

Yeah.

Sometimes I get started on a case,
and then my brain, it just...

Look at this.

It's from a week ago.

He's coming out of the house.

3 or 4 times.

What's he doing?
No idea.

He does it out the back as well.

All the time,
he's glued to his phone.

Well, for something more concrete,

Glenn's got early pathology for us.

Glenn Strong?
As in the boss's son. Yeah.

Well, I'm sure you can manage.

I've got to get a load of
Mum's stuff to the op-shop.

Really?

I thought you'd want to be
across everything.

Frankie. Frankie. Hello, Frankie!

Hello!
Where's Glenn? Where's Glenn?

Sorry, mate.
Got into a bit of a roll.

Didn't see you out there
this morning.

Not really... Not really good
enough for the bigger waves.

It's not about being good.
It's about being in the water.

I know. I know.

And you are good. You've come
a long way in a short time.

You should be proud.

Righto. Should we get stuck in?
Here, Frankie. Come on.

Good girl.

He was stabbed. No surprises there.

Knife looks like it
went into the right lung.

I'll know more
when I get him opened up.

Just waiting for him to
get back from the CT scanner,

then I'll start the autopsy.

Any estimate of time?

Water makes it tricky.

Our window is between 3 and 4pm.

Nothing here suggests otherwise.

Dead end. Generic kitchen knife.

Find it anywhere. No prints.

Missing a button.
I know.

We've got a DI from London
supposedly helping me,

and she's mentioned that button.

Mackenzie Clarke?

You know her?

Yeah.
Oh.

So you know what she's like, then?
Not winning many friends?

Not really trying.

Sounds about right.

If it helps,

she's brilliant,
and a good person, deep down.

How deep?

Most people don't get there.

Know anyone who has?

I do, actually.

Mmm, there's something about him,
in the depths of my memory.

Maybe you taught him.
No.

I remember everyone I've taught.

Over 40 years? Sure.

The Worst Day Of My Life
by Felix Wilkinson.

When I was 11 years old,

I lost
my Generation 1 Optimus Prime.

OK, OK!
And...

I believe you.
You remember everyone.

Progress?

Uh, the neighbour heard a motorbike,

scrape of yellow paint
on the letterbox.

So I'm checking regos for yellow
motorbikes in Dolphin Cove.

And?

Nothing so far.

You got anything?
Stabbed. Obviously.

Nothing on the knife.

Time of death, most probably
still between 3 and 4.

Tracks with what Grant told us.

OK. Where's McKenzie?

Hey, um...

Is there anything going on between
DI Clarke and Glenn Strong?

No.

Because they both got weird
about each other this morning.

Oh! I mean, unless you count

her leaving him at the altar
six years ago,

flying to London,
and never speaking to him again.

Got it. Yellow motorbike.

Hang on.

She was engaged to Glenn?
Mm.

HER?
Yeah.

With HIM?
Mm-hm.

The boss was going to be
HER mother-in-law?

I CAN hear you.

We're not finished with this.

Yellow motorbike. Go.

Registered to a Zayne Wyatt.

What do we know about him?

He has an impressive record
of violent assaults.

And he has the same address
as Becky Hayden.

(KICKS DOOR)

Hello?
WOMAN: Hello?

Are you open?

Not yet.

It's 11:30.

McKenzie Clarke!

Bike's the same yellow
as the paint on the letterbox.

Mm.

Zayne Wyatt?

Can we have a chat?

Library card.

Zayne!

Go, lads! Get him!

Stop!

Zayne, stop!

Got some stuff to drop off,
to donate.

I'm afraid we can't accept it.

Why not?
Because of its provenance.

It's provenance?

George and I Are very close to Glenn
and to all the Strongs,

so I'm sorry.

It wouldn't be right.
It's for charity.

And I should point out,
I spent a small fortune on a hat

for the wedding.

Suspect. Run!

Hey! Hey!

You can't just leave them here!

Mackenzie Clarke!

Namaste.

WOMAN: Huh... Yeah.

What were you doing
at Hillside Circuit

on the day of
Stuart Granger's murder?

No comment.

Should we just arrest you
for criminal damage, then?

A letterbox?

Give us a break.

Oh, so you were there, then?
You know I was there.

For how long?

I left right after Stuart
took the other bloke into the house.

STUART: G'day, mate.

And went where?
For a ride.

You live with Becky?

Not anymore, I don't.

So why were you
at her house just now?

I was picking something up.

What?
My ring.

Engagement ring.

That's why Becky said
she wasn't with anyone anymore.

So, your fiance dumps you
for a rich real estate agent?

You find Stuart
at the Hillside Circuit house,

teach him a lesson.

What? Did things
get a bit out of hand?

I never went near him.

You were waiting there for him.

I wasn't waiting for Stuart.

I was waiting for Becky.

So Becky had a key.

She had access to the house
all along.

But she's not on the CCTV.

And as far as we know,
Stuart wasn't killed there anyway.

We don't know where he was killed.

We don't know how he got
out of the house without being seen,

and we don't know
where he went into the water.

Somewhere in there.

And we don't know whether he was
dead or alive when he did.

Not getting anywhere.

Yes we are.
We just don't know where yet.

Ooh!

You took the keys, you goose.

I had to walk all the way back,
and my feet are killing me.

It's, like, 600m.

Yeah, well, I'm going to
make a claim for worker's comp,

because that is borderline abuse.

Ah. That hurts. Oh.

That's better.
Oh! No, that's a cramp.

That's a cramp.

Oh... What?

Oh!

Frankie.

Francesca Camilla Kelpington III.

(LAUGHS) Hi!

Hello, beauty.

Oh! Oh, my goodness. Look at you.

Hi.

Hi.

There WAS water in his lungs.

I knew it.

It was weird when I got him open.

A knife through
the right lung, upper lobe,

you'd expect about 2 litres
of blood in the chest

if that's what killed him.

But there was only 500mL.

So, he drowned.
He drowned and he was stabbed.

The knife wound was killing him,

but he drowned
before it could finish the job.

Froth in the airwaves confirms that.

How long between the knife going in
and him going into the water?

500mL of blood in the chest -
couldn't be long.

Five minutes,
at the absolute outside.

OK. Closest water to here?

Straight down the hill
to the clifftop here.

Right.

You know the plan.

One of us drives, one of us runs,

and we time how long it takes
to get to the water.

If it is more than five minutes,
we know, for certain,

that the killer couldn't have
stabbed Stuart in the house

and got to the water in time.

(STARTS ENGINE)
So why am I running, again?

Because you were lucky enough

to have your running gear
in your car.

Frankie!

11 minutes, 20.

Too long.

Why is your shirt off?

It's hot.
It's not that hot.

You know, the killer
might have been faster

because, well,
you're not really the quickest bloke.

Either way, it's impossible.

I ran, no stops,
and I wasn't carrying a body,

all the way from the house to here.

So he definitely couldn't
have been stabbed in the house.

No, he would have stopped breathing
long before he made it to the water.

And there would have been
way more blood in his chest.

So where was he killed?

Anywhere within five minutes
of the water.

How did he get there
without leaving the house?

So...

Back in Dolphin Cove
for the first time in six years.

We should get back.

Sure.

Thanks for the tip.

No worries.

Come on, Frankie.

So if he definitely couldn't
have been killed in the house,

where was he killed?

Any one of about 100 places
within five minutes of the water.

OK. Maybe let's focus on
the things we know.

I spent most of last night

unravelling the mess
that is Grant Edgar's finances.

And?
(KNOCKING)

And Stuart Granger was keeping
Grant Edgar's garage afloat

to the tune of 30 grand.
Mm-hm.

I told you I knew his face.

But you didn't believe me.
You doubted me.

Yeah, because I'm retired,
which is pure ageism, sexism,

and I would not discount homophobia.

Just tell us.

OK. Grant Edgar, right?

I didn't teach him,
but here he is in the tennis team.

Now, he couldn't play tennis
to save himself,

but he did it because
he was obsessed

with the captain of the girls team.

Susan Stirling.
The princess of Dolphin Cove.

That's a long time
to hold a candle for someone.

In debt to Stuart,
in love with his wife,

last to see him alive.

Yeah, but how did he do it?

Yeah, he's got a motive.
They've all got motives.

It's all we've got, is motives.

It's like this whole time
we've been missing something

that is right in front of us.

Like we're investigating
the wrong crime.

Shame we can't shape the crime
to fit the evidence we have.

That's what they did in the '80s.

Funny story about that, actually,
when I was done for possession.

Hey, hey... Shh.

What if we are investigating
the wrong crime?

What's she...
Shh, shh.

If we could
fit the crime to the evidence,

what crime would that be,

and who benefits from it?

Miss Rocco!
Yeah?

You're a genius.
I've been saying that all along.

Come on.

Seriously, what are we doing?

Reggie was right.
It's the wrong crime.

It's the wrong victim.
Wrong location.

It doesn't make sense.

How could Stuart Grainger
never leave the house,

yet show up murdered on the beach?

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude,

but I have a journalist
and a photographer here,

now that we can finally
present that trophy.

No sense, at all,

until you look at it
from the other direction.

Stuart was murdered,

but he wasn't meant to be.

Let's look at his behaviour
on the day of his death.

A publicly announced appointment.

So I've got a 2:00
at Hillside Circuit.

At a house with
prominent security cameras

that he knew better than anyone,

because he'd done his research.

He knew what those cameras could see
and what they couldn't.

Stuart wasn't
showing a buyer around.

His buyer had
no interest in the house.

I mean, he couldn't afford it,
even if he did.

No.

Stuart was creating an alibi.

Why?

So he could kill his wife.

And he had the perfect patsy -

Grant, who had a divorce to pay for,

needed Stuart's money to stay afloat.

All he had to do
was wait in the house

as Stuart escaped
through the sliding doors...

Thanks, mate.

..out of sight from the cameras,

run down to the cliff top,

where he planned to intercept Susan
on her regular run...

..and push her off the cliff.

A tragic fall
from a notoriously uneven track.

He'd then returned to the house,

come back in through the door,
and leave, with Grant,

in full view of the cameras.

Wife dead, alibi intact.

Free to marry Becky,

raise their baby

and inherit all that Stirling money.

But Stuart never came back
through that door

because someone got to him first.

You REALLY hated him, didn't you?

Being under his thumb
and doing his bidding...

I didn't kill him.

No.

But you helped.

You locked him out,

ruining his alibi,
confusing the investigation,

but, most importantly,
you told Susan

what Stuart was planning,

because you've loved her
since year 11.

And you, you did what you had to do.

With a generic kitchen knife.

When we figured out, oh,
you were the more logical victim,

we looked at the track to the water,

and it turns out that bush track,
it winds around to the cliff top,

which you know well
from your regular run.

So I ran along the cliff?

You don't have a shred of proof
that Stuart was anywhere near there.

Or do I?

Susan...
A-bubububub.

The one hole in Stuart's plan...

Why did he trust you?

Why did he assume that
you wouldn't tell Susan?

Because he never understood

that the world
didn't revolve around him.

The Stirlings built this town.

We were here long before you
and your family, Mackenzie Clarke.

And our name will endure

when everyone in this room
has been forgotten,

in the history books,
on the street signs, on that trophy.

This is our legacy.

Stuart put all of this at risk.

How's that legacy looking now?

Susan Stirling, you're under arrest
for the murder of Stuart Granger.

I have to inform you

you don't have to
say or do anything,

but anything you do or say
may be used in evidence.

Understand?

Doesn't have to look so boring,
you know?

It's a murder board.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
it can't pop a bit.

So, uh, that's it?

Yep. Looks like it.

Well...

(SIGHS) Fun while it lasted.

Mm.

Like walking on a rainbow.

Look, I...

Ohhhh!
Oh!

OK.
Good luck, honey.

OK. Oh.
Mmm.

Felix.
Mack.

Colin.

Yesterday, you bought me a coffee
and I threw it in the bin.

That was rude.

No big deal. It's fine.

I'm not really a people person.

(CHUCKLES) You don't say?

Good luck back in London.

And thanks for
showing me your house.

Actually, it's going to
need a tenant.

Me?

Wh... I could never afford it.

Oh, just... Pay what you want.

I...don't care.

Oh! Thank you so, so much.

I take it back
about you being weird.

You never said I was weird.

Um. Figure of speech.

OK.
Oh. Best of luck.

And thank you again,
forever, for the house.

Hi, gorgeous! Hello.

Hi, gorgeous.

Yeah.

She really didn't get that big,
in the end.

Thought I'd drop these off
at the Brotherhood in Red Bluff,

since op-shop Madge shafted you.

Yeah, was she always that mean?
Pretty much.

Who did it?

Susan Stirling.

Mm. Never liked her.
(LAUGHS)

Yeah. No-one did.

So, does that mean...
Yep.

Back to London.

They'll be missing me.

Better get moving, then.

Good to...see you.

OK.

Why didn't you call me Mack?

It's been six years.

You weren't even going to
come and see me.

I know.

You just left,
without even giving me a thought.

No, I gave you a thought.

I gave you lots of thoughts.

It was never about you.

What was it about, then?

What, six years -
you still haven't figured it out?

I wanted more.

Than me?
Than Dolphin Cove!

I don't fit here.

We both know that.

I mean, it's been six years,
and still no-one here likes me.

That is not true.

Goodbye, Glenn.

Yeah.

Bye.

Frankie. (WHISTLES)

(PHONE BUZZES)

Ah. Thought we'd do this here.
Away from the station.

I dropped DI Mooney a line
at New Scotland Yard,

just to say how useful you'd been,
extend my thanks.

Apparently you're under suspension.
I'm not.

Well, you would have been
if you hadn't

jumped on the first plane home
with your warrant card.

Oh, Di Mooney asked me to
relieve you of that.

I can explain.

Tampering with evidence?

I didn't.

I was stitched up.

The evidence went missing.
Yeah.

So you ran away?

I would never do that.

Hah. Oh, well, you have.

I would never tamper with evidence.

I know. I know. Still...

What are you going to do?

Jack's sorting it.

There's going to be
an inquiry, Mackenzie.

It's going to take months.

They won't let you work
while that's happening.

I mean, you'd be lucky to
work there ever again.

I'll find a job somewhere.

Oh, where?

What are they going to hear

when they ring up DI Mooney
for a reference?

The only station in the whole
of Australia that will employ you,

there's one,

even temporarily.

I don't have to be a detective.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, you would die, Mackenzie Clarke.

I moved halfway around the world
to get away from Dolphin Cove.

Why would I ever work here again?

Look at this! Why would you
ever work anywhere else?

Mm.
See you in the morning.

Oh, could you bring in some milk?

Hey, Jadies!

COLIN: Jade is an influencer with
a wellness empire worth $40 million.

Collapsed
just after the finish line.

Looks like a heart attack.

Somebody help!

Or it's poison.

Hundreds of runners,
hundreds of cups.

It's impossible.

Apparently not.

I was managing fine
without a partner.

I mean, it's been six years,
and still no-one here likes me.

That is not true.

(LINE RINGS)
MAN: Mackenzie? I need your help.

(SHOUTING)

Or more people are gonna die.

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