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(low humming)

(voicemail beeps)

- [Stephanie] Hey baby.

Just letting you know I'm on my way home now.

I'm sorry about this morning.

I was stressed about work and overtired I think.

I didn't mean what I said though, okay?

Anyways, we can talk about that when I get home.

My train leaves soon.

Can you pick me up in about 45 minutes from the station?

(dramatic music)

I look forward to seeing you.

I love you.

Bye.

(unsettling music)

- Hi, how you doing?

- [David] Yeah, good.

- That's good.

Busy weekend ahead?

- Yeah, renovating.

- Oh.

(scanner beeping)

Bathroom? Kitchen?

- Kitchen.

- Paying with cash or card?

- [David] Yeah, cash thanks.

- Sure no worries.

Thank you.

- Ta. - Have fun.

- [David] Great. Thank you.

- No worries.

(workers chattering)

(sombre music)

(terminal beeps)

- [Announcer] Now arriving at Boronia.

- [Troy] Hey, puss.

(bottles rattling)

- [Reporter] Previously he had staunchly denied accusations

for the last five years,

but today the 64 year old pleaded guilty

to the manslaughter of his wife, Mary.

His shock admission comes close to three years

since she vanished from their Glen Waverly home.

Six months later her badly decomposed body

was found by hikers at Mount Dandenong.

He will face court next week.

(ominous music)

(cartridge clicks)

- [Cameron] Hey Dad, we're home!

Dad?

(rifle clicks)

- Hey babe.

- Hey honey.

- Dad, can I please come?

- No mate, we talked about this.

- Please, I'll be good.

- Cameron, Dad said no.

- Fine.

- Next time, buddy. Promise.

- What time's Dave getting here?

- 7:30.

- You want dinner before you go?

- Yeah, be great.

Want a hand?

- No, no, you get ready.

- All right.

- Will Dave want something?

- No, we'll head straight off. Thanks hon.

(ominous music)

(zip tie zips)

(phone ringing)

(bag zips)

- Dave.

- Hey. - Hey.

- How you doing?

- I'm good, how you doing?

- Yeah, good.

- [Megan] You heading off somewhere?

- Ah, yeah. I'm going fishing for the weekend.

- [Megan] Fishing?

- Yeah.

- I didn't know you were into that.

- My mate is. I'm just tagging along.

I don't know.

Thought it'd be good to get out of the city,

just get some fresh air.

Chill out a bit.

- Yeah, nice.

I called you earlier.

- Yeah I'm sorry, I was about to call you back.

I've just, I've been flat out since I got back.

- Oh yeah, yeah, it's fine.

It's just I'm heading out tonight

and I just wondered if you wanted to come.

But you're busy, so.

- Yeah, but next time definitely.

- Yeah, sounds good.

- I'm running super late, but I'll call you when I get back?

- Yeah, great.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Have a good weekend.

- Yeah you too. - Okay.

- [Megan] Have fun.

(car starts)

(tense music)

(chatter on TV)

- Heading off soon?

- [Aaron] Yeah, he'll be here any minute.

(knocking on door)

- Hey, buddy. - Hey.

- What are you playing?

- Call Of Duty.

- [Aaron] You getting the bad guys?

- Yeah.

- I gotta go now, buddy.

Back Sunday. Be good for your Mum okay?

- I will.

- All right.

(car approaching)

(car departing)

Phone.

(engine shuts off)

(music playing on television)

(chatter on television)

(TV turns off)

(suspenseful music)

- Like clockwork.

(muffles chatter)

(lock clicking)

(switch clicks)

(lock clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(cat mewls)

(bag unzips)

- G'day Mike, how you doing?

- [Mike] Hey Troy.

I'm good. You?

- Yeah, good. Real good.

- Much planned this weekend?

- Fuck all, mate. Taking it easy.

Oh, bottle of Johnny, too, please.

(plastic rustling)

(tape stretching)

- [Mike] So how's that holiday coming along?

- Yeah, pretty good. I'm thinking Philippines.

- Nice.

- [Troy] You been?

- Nah. Only Indo.

Bali. Round that way.

Yeah, that was good.

- [Troy] Cool.

- So 62 all up, mate.

- Too easy.

- [Mike] Beautiful.

- All right. Catch you next time.

- You will.

- See you mate. - All right see ya mate.

(suspenseful music)

(Troy sighs)

(keys jangling)

(lock turns)

- Oh, shit.

(light switch clicking)

What the fuck?

Who the fuck are you?

- [Aaron] In there. Move.

- Hang on.

What the fuck is this shit?

- [Aaron] On your knees.

- What?

- [Aaron] On your knees.

Now.

Keys, wallet, phone, on the floor.

- Man, just take whatever the fuck you want-

- [Aaron] Shut up.

- I don't want any trouble.

- I said, shut up.

- [David] Hands behind your back.

- Please.

- [David] Do it!

(suspenseful music)

(zip tie zips)

(Troy groans)

What are you...

No, no, no, no! No!

(Troy moaning)

- [Aaron] You hold still.

You move or make a sound,

I'll blow your head off right here.

(Tory sobs)

(Troy shouting)

(Troy grunting)

(zip ties zipping)

- [Aaron] We're good?

- Yeah, we're good.

(bag zipping)

(trunk closes)

(plastic rustling)

Done.

(car departs)

- How long till that shit wears off?

- About four hours.

Didn't want to give him too much.

That shit could kill him.

It's okay to turn this back on now, right?

- [Aaron] Yeah.

- It's Megan.

She asked me if I wanted to come out tonight.

I told her we were fishing.

- Since when do you fish?

- Yeah. That's exactly what she said.

"Wishing you were here, thinking of you."

- Yeah she's cute.

So you two finally a thing or what?

- I don't know.

She wants us to be.

I just...

She reminds a lot of Steph.

But she's not Steph.

She's never gonna be.

(melancholy music)

(pulsing music)

(alert beeping)

Hey, we've got to pull over and get petrol.

You fill it up, I'll pay.

Want anything?

- Yeah get me a strong capp.

- Hey, how are ya?

- [David] Good thanks, mate.

- Hi. - Hi.

- What can I get you?

- Two cappuccinos, thanks. Takeaway.

- [Barista] Yep, medium or large?

- Both large.

- [Barista] Large.

(truck rumbling)

(nozzle rattling)

(thumping in trunk)

(tense music)

(drumming on car)

- [Attendant] You paying for pump five?

- Yeah, mate.

- $72 mate.

(cash register beeping)

Receipt?

- [David] Ah, no thanks.

(thumping in trunk)

(tense music)

- Fuck.

(thumping in trunk)

- What is it?

- He's awake. Give me the keys.

- Shit. Anyone notice?

- Yeah, the guy that was standing behind you.

(banging in trunk)

- Jesus.

Just take it slow.

(engine revs)

- Hey, hey, hey!

(bangs car hood)

(knocks on window)

G'day mate. You forgot something.

- Oh, shit.

Oh I completely forgot. Thanks mate.

- No worries.

Look like you fellas need it.

You got a big drive ahead of youse?

- Oh, a few more hours, yeah. You?

- Oh, all-nighter for me, mate.

All right you drive safe all right, fellas?

Have a good one, eh?

- Yeah, you too. Thanks, mate.

(thumping in trunk)

It's okay.

We're clear.

We're clear.

Shit.

- How the fuck is he awake? You said four hours.

- I don't know. He should still be unconscious.

- Let's take care of this quick fucking smart.

- Yep.

There should be a place a bit further up.

We can pull over.

Yeah, here, here, here.

On the left. Here, pull over here.

Fuck!

We'll have to give him another shot.

(muffle groans)

(bag unzips)

(muffled screams)

(crickets chirping)

(bag zips)

Okay.

We've bought ourselves a couple more hours of quiet.

- You sure about that?

- What's this guy's hurry?

(siren blares)

Oh fuck!

Shit!

You speeding?

- Not even close.

Guy at the servo, he heard something.

I fucking knew it.

- Just relax.

Act normal. Could be anything.

(tense music)

- Good evening. - Evening.

- I'm Sergeant Leseberg from the Hume Highway Patrol.

Before we get started I just want to let you know

that I'm recording our conversation

both on audio and video.

- No worries.

- You know why I've pulled you over this evening?

- No, I'm sorry, I don't.

- Your left rear tail light is not working.

Any reason for that?

- Sorry I had no idea. Must have just blown recently.

It's his car.

- Can I see both your drivers' licences, please?

- Sure.

- [Leseberg] So where you boys heading?

- Just going camping for the weekend.

- Whereabouts?

- It's a family property.

- Okay.

I'm just gonna run some checks.

I'll ask you to stay in the vehicle.

- Sure.

- A tail light?

- It was fine.

Must have been all the fucking kicking.

- He's coming around your side.

(taps on window)

- You said this was your vehicle, sir?

- Yeah.

- Why don't you jump out, we'll take a look.

- Oh damn.

Oh, I don't know when that happened.

It was working fine when we left home.

- You really shouldn't be driving around with it like that.

- Look, we're less than an hour from where we're heading.

I can get it fixed first thing in the morning.

- Could just be loose wiring. Let's take a look.

- Aaron, pop the boot.

(tense music)

Aaron pop the boot, mate.

Actually would you mind just shining your light

in here for me please?

No, the whole thing's encased.

- Okay.

Look I'm gonna let you off with a warning tonight

but you make sure you get that thing fixed straight away.

- Yeah absolutely. Thank you.

- Okay.

Here's your licences. You're right to go.

Drive carefully.

- Yeah.

Cheers.

(tense music)

We're good.

Cop gave us a warning.

He didn't suspect a thing.

- Whose idea was that bag again?

- Ah, that was mine.

(both chuckling)

- You just saved our asses buddy.

(engine starts)

You're absolutely sure no one's gonna be here?

- Yeah, I'm positive.

No one comes up here anymore.

Not even Ted.

Yeah, this is the one.

(keys jangling)

Yeah that's it. That's the spot.

(bag unzips)

He'll be out for a few more hours.

- It's almost 2:00. You should get some sleep.

- Doubt I can.

- Try.

You're gonna need it.

(birds warbling)

(bag rustling)

(muffle grunting)

- [Troy] What the fuck! Oh God!

Help! Help!

What the fuck is going... (muffled speech)

(muffle screaming)

What the fuck... (muffled speech)

(muffled screaming)

- Troy Chapman.

You raped and murdered Stephanie Baker

on the 21st of June 2004.

You were sentenced to 32 years.

They let you out in 10.

- [Try] No, no, no, no.

That wasn't me.

It's a mistake.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

- You pleaded guilty to it.

I was there. I heard you.

We know exactly who you are and what you did.

- [Troy] Who the fuck are you?

Who are you?

- I'm her husband.

- I'm her brother.

- [Troy] No!

- We're gonna hurt you, and then we're gonna kill you,

and there's nothing you can do to stop that.

(muffled screaming)

- No one knows you're here.

No one even knows you're missing.

You scream, no one's gonna hear.

And after you're dead, no one's gonna give a fuck.

(Troy panting)

(Troy sobbing)

You took Steph at 9:53 p.m.

By 2:00 in the morning, she was dead.

You beat her.

Raped her.

Strangled her to death.

Dumped her.

Four hours of fear and pain.

That's what's in store for you, Troy.

- We're gonna remove that tape.

But there's one rule.

You beg, you get this.

(pole whacks) (Troy screams)

(Troy gasps)

- Help!

Help me, somebody, please!

Somebody help me!

Please!

Help!

- Physical pain is one thing.

But the pain of being powerless.

You know what that feels like Troy?

Because I've lived with that feeling for years.

Wondering if maybe there was just something

that I could have done to save her.

Waking up every morning,

just to be reminded that she's never coming back.

Watching as they let you out early.

That's pain.

(pole whacking) (Troy screaming)

(Troy sobbing)

- Please!

(pole whacking) (Troy screaming)

- What was the rule?

Don't beg.

- Fuck you!

(pole whacking) (Troy screaming)

- Wanna say that again?

(Troy sobbing)

- I'll tell you whatever you want, okay?

Just please don't hit-

(pole whacks) (Troy screams)

(Troy crying)

- Well, now you understand the rules, we can get started.

- Okay.

Let's talk.

And we want honest answers,

not that shit you spun the judge and that fuckin lawyer.

You lie to us, we'll make this even more painful for you.

(sentimental music)

Why her?

Why'd you choose her?

- I don't know, man.

It was a long time ago. I don't remember.

- Bullshit.

- Okay.

She was pretty.

Okay, I just liked the look of her.

She was just a pretty girl.

- And what were your intentions when you kidnapped her?

Answer the question.

- You're just gonna beat me again.

- I'll beat you again if you don't tell us.

- Please.

Please.

(pole whacks) (Troy screams)

- What were your intentions?

- I didn't mean to kill her.

Okay? It just happened.

I was an asshole, okay? I know what I did was wrong.

I'm so fucking sorry okay? You've gotta believe me.

- Why the fuck would we believe you?

- Look, I wish I could take it all back.

It fucked up my life too, you know, man.

I'm sorry, okay? It's the truth.

- Oh we're glad to hear you're sorry, Troy.

Only you never said that in court.

You just sat there the whole time

with that smug, stupid grin on your face.

- My lawyer said I wasn't allowed to say anything.

- [David] Bullshit.

- It's true.

I swear.

I am sorry.

- No.

No, you're not sorry.

You fucking piece of shit.

Fuckin' never been sorry.

(pole whacks) (Troy screams)

(pole whacking) (Troy screaming)

Yeah. Now you're sorry.

Out here, crying in your own piss.

But the truth is you have never been sorry,

not a single day since!

Fuck, he's all yours.

- I am sorry.

- Even if you are sorry, doesn't change anything.

Doesn't bring Steph back.

Doesn't bring my parents back.

(Troy sobbing)

My Mum died five years ago. Cancer.

My Dad a year later. Heart attack.

What you did broke them.

They'd still be alive today if it wasn't for you.

You took away my whole family, Troy.

All because you

liked the look of my sister.

- Christ.

I fucked up. Okay?

'Cause I am a fuck up.

Look, I understand why you hate me.

I hate me.

- You said you didn't intend to kill Steph.

So why did you?

Why'd you kill her, Troy?

- It was an accident.

- How the fuck do you accidentally choke someone to death?

- Stop fucking lying to us!

(pole whacking) (David and Troy screaming)

Why did you kill her!

I swear to God, you'd better give me an answer soon.

You're gonna fuckin' be begging me to kill you.

(Troy sobbing)

(David panting)

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I just need a minute.

(David's breath shaking)

Oh, fuck!

(David sobbing)

- Just breathe mate.

(David hyperventilating)

- I can't.

- Breathe.

- I don't know if I can keep going.

This is bringing everything up, man.

That piece of shit.

- You listen to me.

Listen.

You use that.

Use it.

Remember what he did to her, how they found her.

You keep that in front of your mind and only that,

and we'll get through this.

- All right.

Yeah, I will.

- This is justice, mate.

And we're the only ones who can give it to her.

- Yeah.

Yeah I know.

I know. I just...

I just need a few minutes.

- You take your time.

(sombre music)

(voicemail beeps)

- Hey, baby.

Just letting you know I'm on my way home now.

I'm sorry about this morning.

I was stressed about work and overtired, I think.

I didn't mean what I said though, okay?

Anyways, we can talk about that when I get home.

My train leaves soon.

Can pick me up in about 45 minutes from the station?

I look forward to seeing you.

I love you. Bye.

(phone beeps)

(truck rumbling)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled screaming)

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

(Troy grunts)

(muffled groaning)

(tape rips)

Help!

Help me!

Help! Help!

(Stephanie grunting)

- Fuck.

- Help!

Help!

(Troy grunts)

(tense music)

(disturbing music)

(birds chirping)

(rope straining)

(Troy whimpering)

- All right.

You've had some time to think about it.

Now I want the truth.

- [David] Why'd you kill her, Troy?

- I was really fucked up back then.

Okay, I was on some bad shit,

and I just wasn't thinking straight.

Okay, okay!

It was because of what she said to me.

She said she couldn't feel anything.

Said it was too small.

- Let me get this straight.

You abducted her.

Beat her.

Raped her.

But you got upset

when she had the guts to mock the size of your dick?

You are a piece of shit.

Say it.

- I'm a piece of shit.

- [Aaron] Again.

- I'm a piece of shit.

- Again.

- I'm a piece of shit.

- Again.

- I'm a fucking piece of shit! Okay, you fucking happy?

- My sister had more courage in her last moments

than you've had in your entire fucking life!

(punch slams)

(punches slamming)

(blood spurts)

(tense music)

(zip ties zipping)

(bag unzipping)

(Troy breathing heavily)

- What are you doing?

What the fuck is this?

- You all right?

You just hold him still.

You know

one of the world's biggest problems, Troy,

is men sticking their dicks where they don't belong.

Right, Dave?

- Right.

- What are you gonna do?

Oh fuck, what are you gonna do?

- Well

you won't have to worry about women

mocking the size of your dick again.

- Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, no!

No, please! Please don't do this!

Please, fellas, no!

You do not want to do this, please!

- She beg you to stop?

- What?

- Did Stephanie beg you to stop?

- I don't remember.

She did.

She begged me to stop.

- And did you?

- [Troy] No.

- Then why should we?

Hold him.

- No, no, no! Please, don't!

Stop, please! Fuck no, please!

Please!

I was raped too, okay? I was raped!

In prison.

I was raped all the fucking time!

And the guards did nothing!

They did fucking nothing to stop it!

Listen to me, if this is about getting even,

then it's already happened okay?

I paid my penance.

I paid my penance for 10 fucking years!

Please! (sobbing)

- Think he's bullshitting?

- Nah, I don't think so.

Maybe we leave it.

Don't really want that image stuck in my head, anyway.

- It's your call.

- Well let's fucking leave it.

(Troy panting)

- You're off the hook on this one.

We're not through with you yet.

(Troy exhales)

I'm gonna finish off the pit. Keep an eye on him.

You okay with that?

- Yeah of course.

- Dave.

It's almost over, mate.

Any trouble, you fire off a shot.

- [David] I got it.

(digging)

(sombre music)

(Aaron vomiting)

- Hey.

Hey, man.

- What?

- I'm freezing. Can I have my jacket?

Please?

- [David] Shut up!

- You won't get away with this.

- What'd you say?

- [Troy] I said you won't get away with this.

- Yeah.

We will.

Because I have spent years planning every detail of this.

And even if the cops suspect us, which they might,

there will be no evidence, nothing.

Nobody will ever know what happened here.

- I'm sorry!

Okay? What the fuck else do you want me to say?

- You brought this on yourself.

You remember that.

- You do this, and it will fuck you up.

It'll rip something out of you.

You will never be the same.

- I haven't been the same! Ever since you killed her!

- Look, man.

You're a good guy. I know it, you know it.

You don't want to end up like me.

(tense music)

- I am nothing like you!

- You do this, you're just the same.

(David screams)

(pole whacking) (Troy screaming)

(tense music)

- Listen to me.

You're a good person, okay?

You don't have to do this, I swear.

It's not too late.

You can still let me go.

- What the fuck makes you think we'd ever let you go?

- I wouldn't tell anyone.

I swear to fucking Christ man, I wouldn't say a word.

Because I deserve it, okay?

I know I do. I deserve it.

I don't want to die out here.

- No.

But neither did Steph.

And I don't give a fuck what you want.

(Troy whimpering)

Shut up.

- [Aaron] Any trouble?

- Nah.

So what's next?

- Time to finish this, don't you think?

Getting the sense you don't want to drag it out.

- I think we've made our point.

(Aaron sighs)

- What was it you said that convinced me to do this?

You said it over and over.

- "This has to be done."

- Right. "This has to be done."

So let's finish this like we planned. All right?

- He wouldn't shut up about the cold.

(blade clicks)

(binds snapping)

- Get dressed.

Walk.

- What's happening?

- Just walk.

Eyes front.

- Please.

Where are we going?

- Faster.

(pole whacks) (Troy screams)

Get up.

(rifle clicks)

Now get up and walk.

(sombre music)

(Troy crying)

- Oh, fuck!

No, no, no, please don't!

(rifle butt cracks)

(zip ties zipping)

You don't have to do this.

- Fuck sakes, can you help me?

- Please. Please.

Please don't.

Please!

Please.

What are you gonna do?

No!

I'm so sorry.

Okay? I'm sorry!

(grim music)

Please don't do this.

- Troy Chapman,

for the rape and murder of Stephanie Baker

we sentence you to death by strangulation,

just like you did to her.

Any last words?

- [Troy] David!

She wouldn't want you to do this.

- [Aaron] Dave, you ready?

- [Troy] She'd want you to be better than this, David!

- One.

Two.

Three!

(rope straining) (Troy choking)

(David sobbing)

(David exhales)

Fuck!

(Troy gasping)

- I'm not doing this.

- [Aaron] What?

- I'm not fucking doing this!

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- I can't, man.

What the fuck are we even doing, Aaron?

- What we planned!

What we've been planning for the last three fuckin' years!

- I shouldn't have.

It was a mistake.

- Dave.

What the fuck is wrong with you? David!

David!

(Troy sobbing)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- I told you, Aaron, I can't do it.

- Well that's too bad, 'cause we don't have a choice.

- Yes we do.

- Like what?

What the fuck is going on in your head?

- Fuck, man, I didn't know it'd be like this.

- What'd you think it was gonna be like?

Did you think it was gonna be easy?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, Aaron, I fuckin' did.

Fuck, I thought I'd enjoy every minute

of hurting this prick.

That's all I fuckin' thought about, but he's fucking me up.

- You've got to be kidding me.

- [David] He's right, you know.

- About what?

- Steph would hate this.

- [Aaron] I don't believe that.

- 'Course she would.

- No, fuck you, David. This was your plan!

We made a pact, and I followed you every step of the way!

You knew from the moment we got here

there was no going back!

- I can't do it. Aaron.

- So what do you wanna do?

You want to drop him back home?

"Sorry about the whole abduction and torture thing, Troy.

Let's keep it between us, yeah?"

We'd be up for attempted murder.

That's serious jail time, David.

Now, I don't know about you,

but I don't plan on rotting in a cell

while he walks around free.

Is that what you want?

- Fuck it. Aaron, you want to kill him, go for it.

- No fuckin' way!

We're doing this together whether you like it or not.

You're not leaving this to me.

- Mate, do you hear that?

Shit.

(vehicle approaching)

- Help!

Help me!

(punch slams) (Troy gasping)

Just hold him.

(zip ties zipping)

- [Aaron] Who the fuck is that?

You locked the gate, right?

- Yeah, I locked it.

Cops?

- [Aaron] No I don't think so.

- No one should fuckin' be here.

This is private property.

- Shit!

- Shit, did he see us?

(tense music)

(engine starts)

- He's coming this way.

- Shit, okay.

Okay.

Okay, I got this. Just follow me.

G'day.

- G'day.

- [David] How you going?

- I'm all right.

I'm here doing some work on the property.

Saw your car.

Who are you blokes? You got permission to be here?

- Yeah, I'm David. This is Aaron.

This is my uncle's place.

He said we could use it for the weekend.

- Your uncle, eh?

You know his name?

- Ted Gleeson.

- Good old Teddy.

Good. G'day, I'm Brian.

- G'day.

- Nice to meet you. - G'day.

- Yeah, I live up the road.

Teddy asked me to replace some roofing up at the cabin.

He didn't mention anything

about you fellas being here, though.

Usually lets me know.

- Really?

- [Brian] Yeah.

- I mean, we spoke about it a couple of months ago.

Must have slipped his mind.

Hey, it's typical Ted, right?

- Yeah. Silly old bastard.

Yeah, hey, I'm sorry about the third degree fellas.

I'm a bit jumpy.

I had a few run-ins with some yahoos a while back

and messed up the place with their dirt bikes,

smashed a window in the cabin,

didn't put their fires out properly, just stupid shit.

You know young fellas.

- Yeah, right.

- Dickheads.

- Dickheads, yeah.

I saw your car, I thought, "Oh, fuck, here we go again."

- Nah, nah. All good.

Yeah.

- So what are you doin' here? What's the go?

- Ah, we're camping, actually. Yeah, bit of fishing.

We were just looking for a good place to set up, actually.

- Yeah, fishing?

Oh, well you're in luck,

'cause the creek runs dry all year-round here.

(David chuckles)

- Ah, shit.

I wasn't sure. I haven't been up here in years.

(Brian chuckles)

- Nah, I'm just fucking with ya, mate.

Actually down the road at the reservoir,

they're pulling out some good fish up there.

Nice reddies. Big yellow belly.

I can show you if you like?

- Maybe you could show us tomorrow.

Weren't really planning on doing any fishing today.

- Yeah.

That's all right. No worries.

All right, well, you guys enjoy yourself,

and I'll get to it, eh?

Be good.

- Brian. - Yeah?

- We'll set up camp up at the cabin.

Give you a hand if you want?

- Yeah? Suits me.

All right I'll see you up there.

- Why the fuck are we offering to help him?

- The sooner he finishes, the sooner he leaves.

- Give us a hand with the ladder, mate.

- Yep.

- She's a heavy one. Careful.

So, yeah, I first met Teddy a few years ago.

He was my supervisor when I was working

for the rail yards out there at Sunshine.

Yeah. Yep.

It was pretty rough.

Yep, beautiful. All right.

And, you know.

At that time I was drinking booze

right out of the flask, even at work.

Didn't hear the train coming,

and I look over and see Teddy flying at me,

and he pushed me off the tracks just in the nick of time.

- [Aaron] Really?

- So he asks me to do stuff up here, I do it for him.

Yeah, no, he said, "There's a parcel of land up here.

You should buy it and get out of the city, mate.

It's killing you."

(hammer banging)

And I had it, had it good there for a while, few years.

If you can grab that other one, that'd be good, mate.

And um, yeah, so, sold everything there.

Bought the land up here.

Bought a few horses and Teddy's your uncle really, isn't he?

(insects chirring)

(muffled groaning)

(Troy panting)

(Troy grunting)

Mate, give me a moment.

- So is he done now or what?

- Another hour, he reckons.

- Fuck's sake, it's gonna be dark in an hour.

- You gave him a full dose, right?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Well did you or didn't you?

- No, I did.

- So he should be out for, what, another two, three hours?

- Right.

- Oi!

What's going on? You see something?

- Yeah, just a couple of roos.

- Don't worry about them, they're everywhere.

Always going through me bloody fences.

You want me to go home and get the .22?

We can drop a couple.

(David chuckles)

- Nah, nah.

Just leave 'em be. It's all good.

- Righto.

(Troy grunting)

(knife cutting)

(Troy breathing heavily)

(bind snaps)

(campfire crackling)

- So much for no one knowing we were here.

- Won't link us to anything.

Ted won't give a shit we were here.

- We should have stuck to the plan, Dave.

- Righto fellas, time for a coldie.

- No, we're good.

- No, come on. It's the least I can do.

Here you go mate.

- Ta. - Righto.

- Beautiful. Yeah.

- Up your clacker.

(bottle clink)

(Brian chuckles)

- Cheers.

- Thanks for your help today, fellas.

Yeah, so what do you do for work anyway?

- I'm a software engineer.

- Ah, computers and shit.

- Yeah, Computers and shit.

- Me, mate, I am fucking useless with computers.

Can't even work my phone.

Beeping all the time, I have no idea why.

What about you?

- I'm a plumber.

- Oh yeah?

Toilets and shit. (laughs)

- Exactly.

- Yeah you guys know how to charge,

don't you, like wounded bulls.

- Yes, we do.

- Yeah, well, good on ya I reckon.

Good on ya.

Good fire, fellas. Well done.

(Troy grunting)

So let me ask you guys an honest question.

Are you guys really serious campers?

Or are you just up here getting away

from the missus and the kids?

Huh?

- For me it's a getaway.

- Ha! Thought so.

Yeah.

Yeah I didn't take you for serious campers,

driving up here in that thing. Jesus.

I used to be married.

Five years.

This Pommy chick.

Yeah, she just couldn't handle it.

Took off.

- You married?

- Not anymore.

- Took off too, eh?

- She died, actually.

- No shit!

Jesus, she must have been young.

What was it? Cancer, or what?

- She was murdered.

- Yeah, oh, that's right.

Uncle Teddy told me about a nephew that had happened to.

Jesus.

Sorry, mate.

God, I couldn't even imagine.

They caught the bloke though, right?

- Yeah, they caught him.

- Well I hope they threw away the bloody key.

Well, I'd better be getting home, fellas,

and make myself some tea.

- Yeah.

We should start thinking about doing the same.

And if you want to check out that fishing hole tomorrow

just come up my place about a K that way.

Big long driveway, lots of horses. Can't miss it.

- Will do. Thanks Brian. - All right.

Thanks for the beers.

- No worries.

Have a good night, fellas.

- See ya mate.

- That ketamine would have worn off by now.

- I know.

(engine starts)

(intense music)

- Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

- Fuck me.

He could be fucking anywhere.

- No, there's no way he could have untied himself.

Here. He can't have got far.

(intense music)

Oh, thank fuck.

Aaron!

Aaron, he's here!

Aaron, he's here!

Don't fuckin' move.

Oh, fuck.

He's here. He's here.

- Shit.

Get him up.

(all grunting)

- Shit.

Oh, thank God.

(Troy wheezing)

- Water.

- He wants water.

- I don't give a fuck what he wants.

Ketamine's gone.

- [David] What?

- Where is it?

Where is it?

- Go fuck yourself.

(punch slams)

- All right, this is what's gonna happen.

As soon as he wakes up, we walk him to the pit.

I'll finish this myself.

- No you're not.

- [Aaron] What?

- I can't let you do that, Aaron.

- Dave, listen to me.

You let him get inside your head.

All this bullshit crying and begging, sorry's.

You've got to block it all out.

He's manipulating you.

- Wake up, Aaron, we can't go through with this, not now.

(slams into tree)

- You wake up, David!

If we don't go through with this, we're fucked!

Do you understand?

- We've done enough, Aaron. We've gotta let him go.

- We let him go and our lives are over,

do you get that?

Fucking over!

And that piece of shit will have gotten away with it.

For fuck's sakes David, he raped and killed my sister,

your wife!

- And if we kill him, we will be no better.

(tense music)

- What about Kelly and Cam?

You want their lives ruined over this?

Cam growing up without his Dad?

I won't let what's left of my family be ripped apart,

not by you or him.

I'll finish this myself, and that's it, it's over.

And when it's done, you'll keep your mouth shut.

'Cause my family comes first. Do you understand?

- I thought I was family.

- You were.

- The last time Steph and I saw each other, we had a fight.

It was that morning.

I spent the whole day feeling bad about it.

I had this whole apology planned out

for when she got home from work.

I had flowers, the whole thing.

Steph died thinking that I was angry with her.

And I can never change that.

I can never tell her that I'm sorry or that I loved her.

And I tried to accept what had happened.

I tried to just go on like everyone told me to,

but how the fuck could I?

But you know what?

The one thing that kept me going, the one hope that I had,

was if I killed that fucker,

then maybe, just maybe that pain would stop.

If I could make him suffer and watch him die,

then maybe the world would be right again.

But it won't, Aaron.

What we have done will haunt us for the rest of our lives,

and if we go through with this,

I won't be able to live with it.

- You have to live with it, Dave.

Otherwise he wins.

He took Steph.

And he'll have destroyed you.

You have to be stronger than that.

We have gone so far past the point of no return.

(sombre music)

(phone keys tapping)

- [Stephanie] Hey baby.

Just letting you know I'm on my way home now.

I'm sorry about this morning.

I was stressed about work and just overtired, I think.

(bangs steering wheel) - Fuck.

- [Stephanie] I didn't mean what I said, though, okay?

Anyways, we can talk about that when I get home.

(banging steering wheel)

(tense music)

(David sobbing)

(birds warbling)

(Troy breathing heavily)

(knife clicks)

(binds snapping)

- Listen, man.

If you let me go, I won't tell the cops or anything.

I swear to God. You can trust me.

Look, I'll leave the country,

I'll disappear, whatever you want.

I've got a kid, man. Did you know that?

Haven't seen him for like 15 years.

His Mum won't let me.

He wasn't allowed to visit me in prison.

I just want to see him again.

You got kids?

- I got a son.

On your feet.

Now walk.

- Look, what I did was wrong.

Okay, I know that.

But I've changed.

I am never gonna hurt anyone again, ever.

Why else they let me out?

Even if you have changed,

what difference does it make now?

It's too late, Troy. 12 years too late.

- You don't think I have suffered for what I did?

I lost everything.

I got nobody. My own Mother won't even fucking talk to me.

I have to live with what I did.

But so will you.

- Yeah.

Maybe.

But this has to be done.

Now get moving.

- David!

Are you gonna let him do this?

David!

David, please!

You're a good man, David!

You don't want to let him do this, please!

You're a good man, David! Don't let him do this!

David! Don't let him do this!

Please!

(sombre music)

David!

(Troy sobbing)

(rifle cocks)

(Troy breathing heavily)

- Turn around.

Turn around.

- No.

- Turn the fuck around!

(trigger clicks)

(rifle fires)

(Troy shouts)

(rifle cocks)

(rifle fires)

(rifle cocks)

(rifle fires)

(rifle cocks)

(rifle fires)

Fuck.

David!

(suspenseful music)

David!

(rifle fires)

(rifle fires)

- Aaron!

(rifle fires in the distance)

(rifle fires)

(tape cutting)

Aaron!

- Here!

- What's going on?

- Son-of-a-bitch got away.

- How the fuck did that happen?

- Split up.

(tape cutting)

(twig snaps)

(Troy panting)

(suspenseful music)

(David grunts)

(punches slamming)

(head slamming)

(kick slams) (David grunts)

(Troy panting)

(suspenseful music)

(rock thuds)

(David whimpering)

- Aaron!

Aaron! He's over here!

(horn honks)

- Fuck!

(intense music)

Oh, fuck!

(David and Aaron breathing heavily)

(engine starts)

- Fuck! He can't have got too far.

I reckon he'll head straight for the road.

(gate rattling)

(Troy panting)

(vehicle approaching)

(chain rattling)

(car zooms by)

Shit.

Shit. No, there's no way he could have got this far.

- [Aaron] Fuck, turn around.

(suspenseful music)

(Troy panting)

- Where the fuck is he?

- Just keep going.

Go. Go.

- Wait. Where the fuck's Brian's house?

(engine starts)

(Troy panting)

Where the fuck is he?

Fuck!

- There!

- [David] Shit.

- Son of a bitch.

Go, go, go!

- Oh fuck!

(gate rattling)

- Help me!

(intense music)

Oh, fuck!

- Fuck, there he goes.

- [Aaron] Faster, Dave.

(shovelling hay)

- Help!

Somebody, please, help me!

Please help me! Please

Help me!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- [Troy] You gotta help me.

- What the fuck's going on?

- You gotta help me, okay?

Two men are trying to kill me.

- What?

- There's no time. We gotta go.

- I'm telling you, okay, we've gotta go now!

- [David] Oh no. Fuck

- Oh, shit! Shit!

(rifle cocks)

- What the hell's going on?

- Brian, Brian, it's fine. Just get out of the way.

- They're trying to kill me, okay?

That was what I was telling you!

- Shut up! - Please.

You have to help me please.

- Put the fucking gun down, Aaron.

All right, no one's killing anyone.

Aaron! What the fuck is going on?

- He's the guy that killed Stephanie.

- What?

- He killed my wife.

- [Aaron] She was my sister.

Now we're making it right.

You'd do the same Brian.

- Hang on, fellas.

This doesn't make it right.

All right, put the gun down,

and let's just talk about it, all right?

- [Aaron] There's nothing to talk about.

- He's right, Aaron. Just put the gun down.

- [Aaron] Shut up, David.

Get in the car, Troy.

- Come on, Troy, just get in the car!

- I could have killed you back there but I didn't.

Did he tell you that?

- [Aaron] Is that true?

- Yeah.

- I told you I don't want to hurt anyone anymore.

- [Aaron] Just stay where you are.

- What are you gonna do?

You gonna shoot me in front of him?

And then what, shoot him too?

- [David] He's right, Aaron. Think about it.

- Just put it down, mate. Come on.

- It's over.

Okay, it's all over.

We could all walk away from this.

I swear.

If you let me go, I'll-

(rifle fires)

(Troy's body thuds)

(Brian gasps)

- Jesus.

(intense music)

So, that's the bloke who killed your sister, right?

- Yeah, after he raped her.

He did 10 years.

This is what he deserved. Life for a life.

Right, Brian?

- Yep, I get-

- But what?

- He got what he deserved. I agree, all right?

- Look, I'm sorry you got involved.

We'll take care of it.

But this has to stay between us, okay?

Right?

Brian!

- Hey, take it easy, Aaron.

- I don't want any part of this, all right?

- You listen to me. You are not any part of this.

You didn't see anything. You didn't hear anything.

All you have to do is say nothing.

Can we trust you?

- You're not guilty of anything.

And we trust you. Right, Aaron?

- 100%.

- Yep.

All right, I won't say anything.

All right? I swear.

- Shake on it?

- Yep.

Just get him off my fucking property. Now.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah we'll take care of everything.

Just give us a minute to get him out of here.

We'll explain everything.

Don't worry, we'll sort this out.

Don't you worry.

- Get the bag.

If we've got any drop sheets, get those too.

Find some rags. Get that blood off the wall.

Brian!

Brian?

Brian, stop! (rifle cocks)

- Hey! You crazy?

What the fuck are you doing?

(suspenseful music)

- Brian!

(Brian panting)

- Brian!

- [Aaron] Brian!

Brian, stop!

- Brian!

(fence rattling)

- [David] Brian!

(Brian grunting)

(Brian shouts)

(head slams)

- [Aaron] Brian!

- Brian? Brian!

Fuck are you okay?

- Don't touch.

- Don't fuckin' touch me!

Brian!

Fuck, man.

Oh, fuck! Brian!

Fuck, we've got to help him.

Aaron, we've got to help him.

Brian?

Brian!

Oh fuck!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, fuck!

We've gotta help him, Aaron!

Oh fuck.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck. Brian.

(sombre music)

Fuck.

Aaron.

Aaron, we've got to help him.

Aaron, we've gotta fuckin' do something.

Fuck.

(sombre music)

(bag rustling)

(Aaron and David grunting)

(gasoline pouring)

(strikes match)

(flame whooshes)

(sombre music)

(lock clicks)

(sombre music)

(vehicle departs)

(sombre music)

(David exhales)

(delicate music)

(delicate music)