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Mackenzie, I can use you here at Dolphin Cove,

but only if you want to stay.

You either work here or you don't.

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

Yesterday you wanted a gun.

It's your anniversary?

Five years.

You walked out on me, Mac.

Remember?

I'm sorry.

I am sorry for what I did to you.

Nice. Whoo-hoo!

Give me your hand.

Let's go.

OK. Camera's rolling.

I'm Byron Jones, and this is unceded First Nations land,

which the government promised us

would be protected for koala conservation.

But tomorrow, Sunshine Timber are going to cut these trees down.

Turning this place into a tinder box.

Hey, oi! Camera on me.

Yeah, righto. Keep your pants on.

Oi, brothers, get on with it.

So people call Natural Force Collective terrorists.

But this is an act of self-defence again...

(RUSTLING)

It's probably just a wombat. Come on, keep going.

This is an act of self-defence against mass extinction.

To live another day, we must...

ALL: Defend and disobey.

So how do you feel about going to jail?

I say bring it on.

I would like to see them try to take me in.

Hey, temper.

Temper. Yeah?

Save it for when the loggers get here.

What? You're having second thoughts?

None.

What about you, Byron?

Me?

You worried about being locked up?

(SCOFFS)

Jail's nothing for me. I've done it before and I'll do it again.

Come on, speed it up.

Everyone secure?

Yep.

Yeah, all good.

Secure.

Now get some shut eye.

It's gonna be war in the morning.

How did everyone sleep?

Terrible. Never better.

Byron?

Byron?

Wake up. Oi. Byron!

Byron! Get up!

Byron?

What's happening? Byron?

Oi! Can you hear me?

He's not...

Byron! Byron!

Is he alright?

Oi! Byron! Byron! Get up!

Hey! Byron!

Help! Someone!

Good morning. Hey.

Still on the breakfast of champions, I see.

Oh, and you're still wearing that cheerleading outfit.

I play at centre half back.

Oh, cool.

I regret the error.

It's his 300th game on Friday,

so he's just doing his pre-game ritual of exercising

and stressing out.

What's your excuse for exercising?

On a day like this, how could you not? (LAUGHS)

I'll grab our juices.

Do you want me to, um, get you something with perhaps some

nutritional value or...?

No. No?

Thank you.

Actually, while I've got you,

I was hoping you could, um...

If I could, uh, get my engagement ring back.

Oh.

Oh. You're gonna...?

Yep.

Uh... It's time.

And it's my grandma's, which, you know, obviously.

Obviously.

So I'd like to...

Mm. Mm-hm.

Yeah, yeah, I'll get it to you.

Great.

Yep.

And the, uh, the full forward is the one who kicks the goals.

Oh, that is so fascinating.

You should come to the game, Mac. Mm.

Oh, I don't do the footy.

You're doing the footy.

I beg your pardon?

On patrol at the game in uniform.

I don't have a uniform.

Well, that can be arranged.

Can't someone else do it? I mean, I don't really like people.

You don't?! No! You're so popular.

Look, the rest of the team, they do their bit,

whether you like it or not.

So will you.

What if I'm still caught up with this case?

I have every faith in you.

Morning, boss. Hey.

Bit of a situation.

What have we got?

Victim found whilst staging a protest.

Looks like someone or something hit him over the head.

What's taking so long?

Just head around the back.

Get us off here, please!

Please, just get us off. OK?

Stay calm. We're working on it.

Felix, I need you to contain this scene after you cut them free.

And make sure you search them before you take them down to the station.

We're not thinking about arresting them, are we?

They're chained to a corpse, Constable.

This is a crime scene.

Please stay back!

Please stay back.

Stay back!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Please stay back.

(RETCHES AND COUGHS)

Byron Jones, 35 years old.

A pretty notorious member of Natural Force Collective.

What were they doing here, exactly?

Protecting the koalas.

And who can blame them?

I cuddled one at the wildlife sanctuary last year.

Most of those koalas have chlamydia.

Well, they didn't get it from me.

OK.

Wound to the back of the head.

Uh, could be from the log? Mm-hm.

Someone could have forced his head back.

Mm-hm.

Well, Forensics are on the way.

Odd. Only one sock.

Who would hike all the way up here in only one sock?

Maybe he couldn't find a matching pair.

Does my head in.

Who found the body?

Uh, operations manager for Sunshine Timber, Fiona Kolios.

OK, let's go speak to her.

OK. Brilliant.

I arrived at 0500 hours to let the boys in for work.

I heard yelling and I found his body like that, chained up.

Just awful.

Did you know the victim?

Not really.

Honestly.

But I am across various environmental groups.

It's part of the job.

Did anyone from Sunshine Timber access the coupe last night?

No. Anyone coming in needs security clearance from me.

But someone could have broken in after the protesters?

Well, we have cameras that cover the entire fence

around the perimeter.

We'll need that footage.

Of course.

Well, we want to help in any way we can.

Honestly, it's just horrible.

Mm.

OK, thanks. We'll, uh, we'll be in touch.

She's lying about something.

How can you tell?

She said the word 'honestly' twice.

Which means she's being anything but.

Please, can you state your name for the record?

Ken Sen-Jones.

Henry Jones.

Byron's my...

..WAS my brother.

No comment.

OK, well, for the record, Maggie Mitchell,

your licence is expired, by the way.

OK.

Can you describe what happened last night?

Yeah. Someone killed my husband!

So you guys should be out there trying to find whoever did it.

Which is what we're trying to do.

Maggie and I were out getting supplies.

We picked up Henry and Byron

at Natural Force headquarters around midnight.

Did you go inside?

No. We flashed our headlights and they came out.

Can you at least tell us what time you broke into the logging coupe?

No comment.

We entered publicly owned land around 2am.

Who locked you to the excavator?

(SINGS) # Fighting for the forest

# We shall not be moved

# Fighting for the forest

# We shall not be moved

# Just like a tree that's planted by the water... #

Byron locked us all on around 2:30am.

Is there any way you can get yourself free of the chains?

You know, in an emergency?

(LAUGHS) No.

It's the whole point.

Did you see or hear anyone else on the site after you'd locked on?

I didn't see anyone,

but I think in the middle of the night, I felt the chain shaking.

Definitely shaking.

It's a lot of effort to go to just to stop the logging for what,

one day?

Byron always said that every minute counts.

Every single minute.

Every last tree.

The government has no legal right to raze that forest.

It's public land that should be in public hands.

Not signed over to those vandals.

# Brothers together

# We shall not be moved

# Brother... # Stop it!

So, anything Byron said or did, you all just followed?

We all work together.

Everyone united.

Followed. I founded this collective when he was still in nappies.

I mean, no comment.

We reviewed the security footage.

No sign of anyone entering or exiting the premises.

So four activists break into a remote logging coupe

with a fence around the entire perimeter.

They chain themselves to an excavator.

They can't escape.

They can't see or reach each other.

No one else goes in or out.

At least not that we can see. Mm.

Yet, somehow, one of them wakes up dead.

Mm.

What?

"Wakes up dead"?

Our victim is Byron Jones.

Ooh, a legend.

Do you know, once he glued himself to the road on the Harbour Bridge

over climate change?

Now, that is how you stage a protest.

Isn't that a bit extreme?

Extreme and fearless.

A master of drawing attention to the cause.

I mean, Maggie Mitchell may have been the founder

of the Natural Force back in the '80s, but it was Byron

who almost went to jail for Bungil Creek.

What's Bungil Creek?

Oh, it's only the Woodstock of protests.

I remember that.

Weren't some miners hurt when activists supposedly tampered

with one of the bulldozers?

Byron was arrested?

On trumped up charges.

Dirty mine and dirty coppers in it together.

It was shockin'.

Hm.

Uh, you might want to rephrase that, Regina.

Decent folk.

Just...just trying to do their jobs. Mm.

Anyway, Byron was acquitted.

The mine got shut down, and he became a hero.

Yeah, with a few enemies, no doubt.

Felix, put together a list of the victims of Bungil Creek.

See if any of them were in Dolphin Cove in the last 24 hours.

OK.

OK, so the trespassers arrive at 2am,

and then, Fiona Kolios, she drives up at 5am.

Do we have the video yet from Henry's camera?

Uh, still waiting for an email from Forensics.

Phone records? Financials?

Victim's phone wasn't on his person.

His husband said he barely used it.

Didn't like the radiation.

Well, that checks out.

I mean, Byron was a bona fide radical, old school.

Who else could have pulled off such a gutsy protest?

In one sock.

So he was only wearing one sock.

He's his own man.

Odd socks? Yes.

No socks? Unhygienic.

But there's an equilibrium.

One sock!

Of all the combinations, it's just wrong.

Well, let's run a background check

on everyone chained to that excavator.

Y...

Cause of death appears to be a subdural haematoma.

Internal bleeding around the brain from a...

Blow to the back of the head. Yep. Did you find anything in the wound?

A few splinters.

The bite marks on his tongue indicate a seizure.

A symptom of the head wound.

OK, so the victim's head was forced back against the log.

It's likely the bruise on his chest also supports that.

Could that be a hand mark?

The assailant held him down?

It's possible. Mm.

But how do you do that if you're chained up as well?

You don't think the killer's one of the other activists?

Well, no one else came in or out.

They couldn't even scratch their nose.

How could any of them kill Byron?

Yeah, well, figure that out, and we're getting somewhere.

Uh, by the way, I...

I am coming to your rugby game.

Oh, it's actually...

(SIGHS) Yeah. It's not by choice.

Your mother is making me patrol.

Oh, she's a monster.

Yeah, she is punishing me.

Or it's her way of making sure you finally see me play.

I've seen you play.

What? Twice?

Three times, even.

Actually, just a reminder about the, uh...

Oh, the... Yeah, the ring.

Yeah.

Don't worry.

I know exactly where it is.

(CLATTERING) (GROANS)

I have no idea where it is.

Oh, well...

(LAUGHS)

It's great to see that you've kept the house

in the same condition your mother did.

Oh, no. This, this, this is the...

It's the Collective's finances.

Actually, this is quite interesting.

They were struggling until a couple of months ago, and then they got

quite sizeable anonymous donations...

Mackenzie!

Focus.

I have turned this place upside down. It is not here.

I have no idea where it is.

Well, that's not good, is it?

That is not helping. OK, OK. Alright.

I've got you, honey. Right?

But on one condition.

You do exactly what I say with no objections.

Sure.

Close your eyes.

No objection!

Can you tell me why?

I thought if I hypnotised you... Absolutely not.

I am a fully qualified hypnotherapist.

Was it an online course, Reggie?

Over three weeks. Yep.

OK. Just trust me.

Hmm?

Just close those beautiful eyes of yours.

Both of them.

OK. Mm-hm.

(RINGS)

Ah! Close.

(RINGS)

Relax.

I want you to picture the ring.

What do you see?

It's shiny... I don't know.

OK. OK, OK.

What does the ring mean?

Wedding.

Mm-hm.

Marriage. Mm-hm.

Um... Obligation.

Too right.

God, apart from a cake and a dress

and someone to rub your feet twice in 32 years,

it's not worth the aggravation.

You know, I don't think I could have handled one more person

telling me what I threw away.

(GASPS) Threw away?

That's it. OK.

Ah! The day of the wedding, I took off the ring.

Yeah? And I threw it...right there.

I told you.

Hypnotherapy!

(GROANS) Ah!

Of course, hypnotherapy isn't foolproof.

(DING!)

(GASPS)

Oh!

(LAUGHS)

Oh, but what did I say?

Fully qualified!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah.

Looks OK...

..for six years in the dirt.

Yeah.

Do you remember Mum's reaction when we got engaged?

Oh, God. What did she say?

Something about marriage being a prison

that shackles women to domesticity.

I mean, she had a point. Yeah. She loves to make a point.

I could hear her yelling at you from across the bay.

"Mackenzie. You'll be shackled. Mackenzie!"

That's a kilometre away.

Mm.

Sound wouldn't travel that far.

So, Byron's phone records show that he was only messaging one number?

Mm. Unlisted.

Mm. Mm.

There she is.

Try that number.

(LINE RINGS)

How did you know?

Why did Fiona know to go to that exact spot yesterday morning?

She heard the activists yelling when she entered the coupe.

I heard yelling and found his body like that.

Uh-uh.

The entrance is a kilometre away from the excavator.

So she couldn't have heard them. Uh-huh.

She knew Byron would be there.

Come on, let's see where she goes.

Ooh, I wouldn't do that, Fiona.

This was not my idea. It was his.

Byron's?

Hm.

Oh.

He was providing information to Sunshine Timber, wasn't he?

Why would a radical environmentalist like Byron help Sunshine Timber?

Because he was being compensated for it.

That explains the large anonymous donations.

I'm guessing his name's not on the books.

A few months ago, he sent me a message

that he'd realised the only way to stop the logging was in court.

And Natural Force filed plenty of injunctions against us.

So he got the cash to keep his collective going

and you got advance warnings

about where the collective would be protesting.

So we could contain the protest before the press got wind.

Uh-huh.

Does anyone else know you were working with him?

(LAUGHS) Are you joking?

He insisted I use a separate phone, delete every message.

And the one time I saw him in person,

he pretended he didn't even know me.

Byron.

Sorry. We don't...

It was all an act.

Everyone has a price, Detective.

Mm.

Can you confirm your whereabouts the night Byron was killed?

I was staying with my sister... in Port Bray.

I never went near him.

(STATIC)

Byron was on the take from Sunshine Timber.

No way.

No, that can't be.

OK. Thank you.

Sorry, Reggie.

OK.

Fiona's alibi confirmed by her sister and two of her neighbours.

Where are we with background checks?

Uh, Ken Sen-Jones -

a couple of charges for assaulting police officers.

Seems he's got a temper.

Uh, Maggie Mitchell wears a lot of perfume.

No. That's patchouli.

A woman like that is all natural.

Mm.

Yeah. She's been a hardcore environmentalist for over 30 years.

She basically lives off the grid. No socials, no mobile.

And a lot of "no comment".

What about the brother?

Uh, Henry Jones studied medicine,

but dropped out to become an environmentalist.

Uh, usually behind the scenes, filing injunctions.

Anything on those miners injured at Bungil Creek?

No records of any of them in Dolphin Cove.

Byron was staying in Dolphin Cove for how long?

A few months.

They're using an old hall in Jacaranda Court,

where there was a noise complaint just before midnight

the night Byron died.

Two blokes shouting.

You were on that night.

Why didn't you follow up?

Yeah.

A tourist hit a roo on the M1, I had to redirect traffic.

Well, according to Ken's statement,

they picked Byron and Henry up from headquarters at midnight.

Sounds like the brothers were having an argument.

Ha.

About what?

I didn't want to go through with the action at the logging coupe.

Why not?

My brother and I are very different people.

He believed that protesting would change things,

and I thought there was more to it.

He got in your way?

No.

I was just trying to protect him.

Byron spent six months on remand after Bungil Creek, and I just knew

he wasn't going to be able to survive that again.

What exactly happened at Bungil Creek?

He hardly ever spoke about it, but he kept some files on it.

Where are they?

The files.

Just give me a sec.

You haven't seen his phone?

Nah.

I haven't been able to face going through his stuff just yet.

Can we have a look around for it?

Yeah, I suppose so.

You're not going to find anything on it, though.

He hardly used the thing.

Except when he was giving information to Sunshine Timber

in exchange for money.

Byron would never do that.

So why do you think you started receiving all those big donations?

Our planet is burning...

..and our governments are doing nothing about it.

People believe in this cause, Detective Clarke,

and Byron had a way of firing them up.

Found the phone.

That's weird.

Ken and Byron normally keep all their cash in that box.

There should be more.

You knew about this spot?

Me and Ken. Yeah.

Byron's?

I guess so, yeah.

(UNDER BREATH) Sock.

Mackenzie.

Taped to the bottom of the desk.

We can get them to the lab, see what we're dealing with.

No need.

They'll be painkillers.

Opioids.

How do you know?

Byron copped a shoulder injury

from a fight he had when he was on remand.

Got addicted.

He swore he was clean, though.

Does his husband know about this?

If he did, he wouldn't be happy.

Do you know his whereabouts?

I actually haven't seen him since we left the police station.

Well, that was productive.

Wasn't it?

The file, the money, the phone...

Drugs.

It's strange.

Why?

I don't know yet.

Call Glenn. Get him to prioritise the tox report.

You know what this means, right?

That Byron was under the influence of opioids?

And it explains the one sock.

Does it?

He wasn't thinking straight. Oh.

Well, thank goodness we have an answer for that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm gonna get Felix to chase up Maggie Mitchell,

see why she wasn't staying here.

How do you know she wasn't staying here?

Oh, not a whiff of patchouli anywhere.

Maggie Mitchell?

Police.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

I know you're in there.

Off you trot.

(OINKS LIKE A PIG)

Yuck.

Uh, what is this?

That's for patrol at the football.

You're a constable again.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the team.

Is there anything in that file that Henry gave us?

Uh... Nothing unusual.

Well, apart from this.

Byron wrote something here.

1-7-S-K?

Mm... It's not a seven.

That's a three.

Or a Z.

Mmm... OK.

Whatever it is, what does it mean?

Maggie Mitchell has zero respect.

She wouldn't even come out of her van.

I'm pretty sure she was making oinking noises at me.

(LAUGHS) It's not funny.

Sorry.

I wonder if Maggie would talk to a kindred spirit

of the environmental movement.

I reckon I might know someone. Mm.

(PHONE RINGS)

Mm.

Felix, could you get that for me, please?

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Look at this.

Coloured dots.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

On Byron and Ken's calendar.

Some sort of, uh, Morse code?

Thank Goddess those days are over. Hey?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Sorry. What on earth are you on about?

That was Sunshine Timber.

A bit of a scene happening there.

You killed him!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Hey!

Somebody there killed my husband!

(SIREN BLARES)

(GLASS BOTTLE SHATTERS)

Open up!

Hey! Hey, Ken. Ken, it's alright.

It's OK. Get away from me.

It's OK, mate. Hey. Come here.

It's OK. Come here.

It's alright. It's alright.

You're alright, man. You're alright.

We just need to ask you some questions.

Stay calm. Breathe.

It'll be alright. (GROANS)

They wanted to silence him.

Why would they do that

when he was giving them all the information that they needed?

That's not true. Byron would never...

Yeah, look, I'd be angry, too.

He betrayed you. He betrayed the whole collective.

Do you really think that one of us would do that?

We're a family.

Oh.

Did you know he was using drugs again?

(SCOFFS)

You can't have been happy about this.

Especially as the two of you were planning on having a baby.

How did you know that?

Well, these dots, they're an ovulation cycle.

I assume you had a surrogate lined up.

We wanted a family more than anything.

So you must have been furious when you found out Byron had spent

the money you would need.

(SCOFFS) What?

Byron blew all your money for surrogacy.

He ruined your chances of having a baby,

and he started using drugs again.

Everything you'd ever wanted, gone.

He worked so hard to stay clean.

He promised me.

You really didn't see the signs?

The only time I thought something was off with him was that night.

He was unsteady on his feet.

I should have known.

This is the police. Open the door, please.

Alright, alright, settle down!

This is public land.

I have as much right to be here as anyone.

Look, we've had complaints about you washing your underwear at the tap,

playing loud music, public urination.

That's a load of polly-waffle.

Oi! Pig!

Hey, why don't you back off?

This is none of your concern, madam.

Steady on.

Oh, and listen to a bootlicker who blindly follows the rules?

What?

You heard me.

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah, well, at least I'm not a bored old stickybeak

who's trying to get in the way of someone with a real job.

Oh, stickybeak? Yeah, stickybeak.

Ah, right. With a real job? You've got a real job, have you?

Yeah, I've got a real job. Good for you.

Why don't you arrest us or push off?

Yeah.

I want this vehicle cleared out by the morning.

Ooh! Big man. Coppers!

Are you alright? Yeah, yeah, I've dealt with worse.

Alright.

Oh.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I'd love one. Ah.

(LAUGHS)

MACKENZIE: Did you figure out if the scribble was a seven?

Not yet. I'm working on it.

I think Ken really did love Byron.

Mm.

Doesn't mean he didn't kill him.

How'd you go with Maggie?

Well, Reggie's sure committed.

I reckon that's a T.

I reckon it's a K.

Maybe it is a T.

Mm.

So, what you doing on the weekend?

Look at you, making conversation.

It's my nan's birthday.

OK. Well...

Colin, what about...what about you?

Um, I'm off to the footy.

And by footy, I mean Aussie rules.

"Footy"!

I still can't get my head round it.

I'm holding the banner for Glenn's 300th game.

You can... You can help if you like.

Oh, I would rather eat my own hair.

But if you're going to be there, you could cover my patrol. Yeah?

Nice bit of overtime for you.

Hm?

Oh, no. The thing... Uh, holding the banner...

Oh, the phone. The banner...um...

Hello? Oh.

Yeah. What have you got?

Yep. I'm on my way.

Thanks for taking the shift, Colin.

Yeah, Mackenzie, I'm not sure,

because the banner needs quite a few people to...

She's gone. (DOOR CLOSES)

Byron's tox report was clean.

That can't be right. No.

No, we found drugs in his possessions,

and Ken said he looked drugged that night.

Well, he wasn't.

Then we still don't know why he was only wearing one sock.

Maybe it's a fashion statement?

Ah. You're joking?

Yes. (LAUGHS)

Well, it is hard to tell with your past questionable choices.

Excuse me?

Uh, I seem to remember a strange attachment to shark tooth jewellery.

Mm.

Speaking of...

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

The...

Yeah. Yeah.

Um...

You OK?

Well, yeah.

Just, um...

You don't have it.

No. I, uh...

Oh, it is so stupid.

Really.

Um... What?

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Hey. Hi, Sprout.

You ready for dinner?

Hi, Mum.

Later. Yeah?

I'll just grab my stuff.

Oh.

What's got you looking like a stunned mullet?

Uh, Colin...Colin's covering my patrol at the football.

Oh, is he now?

He was going to be there anyway.

Yeah. Supporting the team.

Still, he can do both.

Well, looks like you orchestrated that beautifully.

Ready to go.

So, feel like crayfish?

Oh! And I'm going to pay for that?

No. I picked a couple out of the water this morning...

Yeah. That one.

Oh, yeah.

And this one. Yeah?

It's from Tassie Dams. Oh!

Middle of the night,

forestry came, raided us.

God, that must have been just... What?

Terrifying?

No, exhilarating.

I knew you'd get it.

Up. Hey.

So, um, did you get taken to lock-up?

That's where I met my husband.

Mm.

Ex. Ah.

The only good kind.

The only good thing that came out of mine was the kids.

That never happened for me.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Nah. Que sera, sera.

Yours must be proud of you.

30 years in the movement.

You'd think that.

Oh. Come on.

Their mum's the founder of the Natural Force Collective.

How many kids can say that?

All they remember is the time I wasn't there.

I gave my life to the collective.

I've got nothing to show for it.

I got no house, no savings,

no one to love me but this old girl.

Oh... Well, you've got the collective.

They're your family.

So I thought, until that leech took it all away.

Or tried to.

Who...? Who tried to...

(PLEASURE AND PAIN BY DIVINYLS PLAYS ON RADIO)

Ah! I love this one.

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

# Lover, lover, why do you push?

# Why do you push? Why do you push... #

Henry's headcam footage has come in.

Watch this.

So, here, Byron has a bandana on his wrist.

But when we found the body...

It's gone.

So where did it go? We searched the whole area.

Suspects? Nothing.

(SNIFFS)

(ALL SNIFFING)

Is that patchouli?

Ooh. (LAUGHS)

It's been a long time since I've spent a night in a van.

But I tell you what, it was worth it.

What an incredible woman.

What did Maggie tell you?

Oh, where do I start?

The stories she tells - that woman has lived!

She's put it on the line for her beliefs all her life,

no matter what it cost her.

Reggie? Yeah.

The case. Oh, right.

Well, you're not going to believe this.

Byron made a proposal to vote Maggie out last week, and it passed.

So Maggie is no longer part of the collective?

Nah.

Why did she go through with the protest?

Well, because Natural Force is all she has.

She doesn't see her kids.

She's got no fixed address.

That van and the movement is her entire life.

And Byron took it all from her.

No wonder she's furious.

Yeah. I did find something.

An envelope for the ferry to Tassie.

She's planning on leaving.

Well, I called them on the way here,

and she's booked a one-way ticket for tomorrow.

But...but...

She's on the run!

Come on, Colin.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I need a coffee.

Big coffee.

(TYRES SKID)

Uh-oh. What's she doing?

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Stop! Police!

Where are you going?

Literally nowhere to go.

Stop!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Huh?

Maggie Mitchell, step out of the vehicle.

And there she is.

Can you explain why you're leaving during a police investigation?

No comment.

Oh.

We know that Byron kicked you out of the collective.

How do you know that?

Oh, that little snitch.

So he took your entire life's work from you.

I wanted to kill him, sure, but I was chained up all night.

And I'm a pacifist.

I don't even eat meat.

So, why are you leaving?

Because those vandals down in Tassie

want to start up old growth logging again.

Not on my watch.

Oh, so you are in charge of the collective again?

It's a collective, sweetheart. No one's in charge.

That's what Byron never understood. It always had to be about him.

Just...

Just stay in Dolphin Cove.

You can't keep a good woman chained to the tide.

Well, actually, with your expired licence,

I could keep you here for good.

So, Maggie Mitchell confirmed everything Reggie told us.

Well, that's if she's telling the truth,

the shifty old bird.

Well, considering she was kicked out of the collective,

she's got motive.

We've got plenty of motives.

Are any of them strong enough to drive someone to murder?

Well, Byron ruined Ken's dreams of creating a happy family.

And betrayed Henry and the rest of the collective

by being on the take from Sunshine Timber.

But the only person that conceivably could have killed him,

Fiona Kolios, has no motive.

And then there's the one sock.

(GROANING) Oh, God.

And now Byron's bandana has disappeared, too.

Well, we're looking for a laundry thief.

(LAUGHS)

There's something we're not seeing.

Oh, hello.

Uh, has anyone got a magnifying glass?

Yeah.

It's quite useful in examining certain buds before you harvest.

That's to help with my arthritis.

Oh.

The writing in the Bungil Creek file...

1-7-S-K.

"Byron Jones was charged with causing serious injury recklessly."

Which is Section 17 of the Victorian Crimes Act.

OK, so that explains the 1-7.

What about the last two letters? S-K. What's that, a victim?

I already cross-checked SK with the victim list at Bungil Creek.

No match.

There is an SR, though.

And I've just found this. Uh, second person on the left.

That's Fiona Kolios.

What's she doing at the trial of Bungil Creek?

SR is Sarah Roberts.

And her maiden name is Kolios.

So, Fiona's sister, Sarah Kolios,

was one of the miners seriously injured at Bungil Creek.

Ha!

How could you work with a man who hurt your sister like that?

Byron gave us critical information.

We kept it professional.

His last text was all business about the protest.

Byron walked away scot-free.

A hero.

How did your sister come out of it?

How do you think?

It's everything.

The job, the pain, the...the depression.

She's a different person because of Bungil Creek,

because of Byron.

You must have wanted him to suffer.

Of course I did!

(EXHALES)

I was going to expose him.

The hero of the environmental movement on the take

from a logging company?

It would have ruined Byron.

That's far better than killing him.

It still doesn't add up.

Fiona's alibi checks out. Ah!

Even if she did do it,

how would she have got past the security cameras?

Which leaves us with...

How do you murder someone

when you're chained up and you can't move?

Right. Is everyone secure?

Yep. Alright.

I want you to pull on the chains as hard as you can.

See if you can shove Colin's head against the log,

which would explain the head wound and the splinters.

Ready? One. Two. Three.

(ALL GRUNT)

Nah? Nah.

Yeah.

OK, so that rules out the three protesters working together.

I want to see if the two people either side of him

could have done it,

which is Ken and Henry.

OK.

I want to see if you can kind of... kind of reach Colin.

I can almost touch his wrist.

That's not going to kill me.

No.

OK.

So...

Uh, Mackenzie?

It was definitely impossible for any of them to attack Byron,

but no one else came in or out... Mac?!

..of the coupe.

Mac? Can you let us off now?

Oh.

Mm. Yep.

I do actually have work to do.

(GRUNTS)

Ow!

I think I've got a splinter now.

I'll need tweezers.

Ah, that's it.

Hey, you didn't...

..with the thing.

Well, not right now. I'm kind of busy.

You didn't want to do it?

Why wouldn't I want to do it?

Well, unfinished business.

Oh. That's ridiculous.

Yeah, well, running away from something doesn't mean it's over.

That...that ship has sailed to calmer...

..kinder waters. Mmm.

Well, you didn't spend hours digging for it to not give it back.

Digging? Hmm?

Wound to the back of the head.

A few splinters. A symptom of the head wound.

Glenn? Glenn?

Yeah?

The splinters that you found in Byron's head wound.

I need those test results.

OK, I'll get them.

I know who did it.

But to prove it, I need that bandana.

We don't know where it is.

I do.

It was impossible.

Three people chained together with no way of killing Byron,

and a fourth, who never went near him.

How could the killer have murdered Byron

while attached to the excavator?

Well, it's a simple answer.

They didn't.

We know that Byron and Henry argued earlier that evening.

What we didn't know is that it got violent.

Byron. Byron.

Say it. Get off! Don't!

You shoved him, bruising his chest.

Get off me!

Ow! Ow!

He fell, and he hit his head.

Here.

Which we know because the splinters in his wound...

Varnished red gum.

Same as these floorboards.

But Byron didn't die here.

He got up, stopped the bleeding with his bandanna,

not realising his head injury was a ticking time bomb

that had already started killing him.

(CAR HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)

Because nothing was going to stop him from his protest,

from being a hero.

So he fell.

It doesn't mean I killed him.

But you knew Byron was behaving oddly.

First there was the sock.

He only wore one.

Then he stumbled at the excavator.

Ken thought he was under the influence, but his tox was clean.

You saw him stumble too, Henry.

You knew he was deteriorating.

And because of your training at medical school,

you suspected he had a near fatal head wound.

He studied medicine, but dropped out to become an environmentalist.

You wanted him dead.

All you had to do was wait.

And true enough,

after locking on, Byron had a seizure.

It's a common symptom of bleeding to the brain

that can occur hours after a blow.

That's why you felt the chains shaking at the excavator, Ken.

(CHAINS RATTLE)

And you heard it, too, Henry,

your brother dying.

(CHAINS RATTLE)

And nothing anybody could do about it.

But you were safe.

No one would ever know

you were responsible for the blow that killed him.

Ah! Apart from that bandana.

It had his blood on it.

And Byron couldn't have got that blood on it at the excavator.

I mean, he couldn't scratch his nose.

The bloody bandana proved that he'd been injured earlier by you.

So you took it.

You were the only one who could reach the bandanna on his right wrist.

After you were cut free,

you pretended to throw up in the bushes,

creating a diversion and burying the bandana.

(RETCHING AND COUGHING)

But you knew we would come looking for answers.

So, as soon as you could, you left us a trail of lies.

First the pills hidden in plain sight.

Then you took Ken and Byron's money,

making it look like he was back on painkillers.

And then the phone to make us think he was working with Sunshine Timber.

He was.

I've got messages to prove it.

Yeah, but you never met with him in person, did you?

And everyone knew Byron rarely used his phone.

What a perfect opportunity to pretend to be Byron

and get the money from Sunshine Timber.

I mean, it's how you kept the collective afloat.

Then you deleted the messages,

so Byron never saw them.

You gave us the file on Bungil Creek

so we'd make the connection to Fiona's sister

and think that Fiona killed Byron in revenge.

Oh, you had it all under control.

Bribes coming in.

The collective's secure.

And then... Oh.

Byron bumped into Fiona.

Sorry.

He acted like he didn't know her because, well, he didn't.

And it made him realise what you had done.

You made just one mistake.

We found the bandanna with your DNA all over it.

Byron called me a traitor.

Me!

I was the one who kept this collective going,

and he just took credit for it.

So, yes, I did want to kill him.

I did.

But just for that one moment.

And then we...we locked on...

And it was too late.

Yeah. (CRIES)

I didn't mean to kill...

I didn't mean to.

Henry Jones,

you are under arrest for the murder of Byron Jones.

You do not have to say anything.

But anything you do say may be taken down and used against you.

Hey, I forgot to mention how realistic you were

during the undercover op.

Even for a bootlicker?

Yeah, but what would I know?

I'm just an old stickybeak.

Rightio.

You want to come grab a beer at the footy tonight?

I wouldn't miss it.

Col, you gonna join us at the bar?

Oh, I can't, I'm afraid. I'm on duty.

Oh. That's very good of you, Colin.

You know, showing up for the team.

Did you hear that, Mackenzie?

You know, doing your bit? (HUMS)

Thanks, boss.

Still, Glenn's 300th was going to help hold the banner up, eh?

Anyway... (LAUGHS)

Aww. (BOTH SIGH)

Fine.

I'll do the shift.

Um... Really?

Mm-hm.

But I'm not going to cheer.

And I'm not going to wear the team scarf.

And I'm not going to enjoy myself.

Brilliant.

Um... Go, Dolphins!

Go, the Dolphins! Go, Dolphins!

Absolutely not. No. Oh, OK. Alright. Yeah.

(BOTH MIMIC DOLPHIN SQUEAKING)

Was that a dolphin? Yeah.

Get out of the way.

Oh!

Whoo! Another round on me!

(CHEERING)

MAN: Ah! Nice, Col.

MAN: Absolutely...

(CHORTLES)

Constable Clarke!

Mm-hm. Someone's been celebrating.

Oh. (LAUGHS)

Yeah. They're Felix's.

Demoted! Hey!

Just for the day.

How good was the game? Mm-hm.

Yeah? Yeah.

(LAUGHS) I didn't hate it.

Surprisingly.

Are you still on duty?

I'm just finishing. Yeah.

I just wanted to return this.

Oh.

You found it.

Yeah, I did.

Oh, it's so sparkly.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

I enjoyed wearing it when I...

(LAUGHS AWKWARDLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Let's see if it still fits.

Uh...

COL: Altogether now.

ALL: (SING) # It's a grand old flag

# It's a high-flying flag

# It's the emblem for me and for you

# It's the emblem of the team made up... #

(GROWS INDISTINCT)

COMMENTATOR: It's a thriller on Green 3, folks,

as an old rivalry comes right down to the final bowl.

You should know the boss is here as a witness.

Pow pow! (WOMAN SCREAMS)

I was standing right here when the shot was fired.

Then how did the killer use this gun

if it never left the wall?

It's a note.

What does it say?

A piece of information that can just destroy a family.

Enough! That's enough.

You had the ring out.

Why didn't you...?

Hey. What are you doing here?

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