All language subtitles for High Country 1-3-

There'll be a
hundred thousand hectares

of hazard production burns
across the state this...

Prices at rock bottom
for one day only,

just this weekend.

Rose?

Rose!

Sarge.
Blue backpack. 45 litre.

Picked it up at a
shop in Mansfield.

Identical to the one
Jean Grierson used.

Good. I want photos for the
circular. Anything from KALOF?

Ah, no sightings of Starc.
He's gone up in smoke.

I've got the extra
sat-phone, Sarge.

Great.

Wait, what's he doing up here?

Michael Novak. Public servant,
Brighton East.

Vanished here 12 months ago.
Never been found.

Yeah, he's the dill who ran
out of petrol up on Timbertop.

It's a rookie mistake leaving
your vehicle, it's nothing suss.

It could be part of a pattern.

It might not be linked,
but Rez is right,

It might not be linked,
but Rez is right,

got to look at every angle.

Hey, what's up?

What the hell
are you doing here?

I've had half the state
police force looking for you.

I've been here.

They found your
caravan burnt out.

Yeah, I was in it when those
bastards firebombed me.

I barely got out of it alive.

And you didn't think to let
anyone know that you were okay?

Well, who would care?

There's people in this town
who want to see me dead,

thanks to you involving
me in this case.

Ah, she's in here.

I'm going to want to
talk to you.

- Oh, you alright?
- Yes! Oh, thank you.

I'm Sergeant Whitford,
Ms. De Vigny.

I'm Sergeant Whitford,
Ms. De Vigny.

I told Helen I didn't need
the hospital or the police.

Ms. De Vigny,
I'm investigating a murder

and two missing locals.

What happened to you

could be linked to what's
happening around here.

Oh no, I'm sure they were
just trying to scare me.

Scare you? Why?

For harbouring the town pariah,
of course.

There's a lot of hysteria
in this town over Damien.

Is Damien Starc
a friend of yours?

Well he's helped me through
some tough times.

Yes, the man has a gift.

Did you recently fire a gun
at a man on this property?

My niece's ex, Joel.
I fired into the air.

Is it possible that
he did this to you?

No, he's a domestic abuser.

Worst kind of coward.

I'm going to need
a full statement.

Oh no, please.

Without one I cannot
investigate this properly.

Look, it'll just inflame
the situation.

I'd rather you put your efforts

into clearing poor
Damien's name.

We'll start with your
car details, registration?

Ahh...

Ahh...

She's playing it cool now,

but when I found her,
she was pretty freaked out.

Shit babe, so was I.

You did the right thing
in calling me.

God, it was safer in the city.

Come here.

See you tonight.

- How long have you been here?
- Since the fire.

I called Rose and she
kindly offered me sanctuary.

Did you see who
torched your van?

Any ideas who it might've been?

Take your pick.

Okay, I'll look into it.

Just pulled
an all-nighter?

Waste of fucking time.

If they haven't been found now,
they never will be.

Just so we're clear,

I find out you boys had
anything to do with that fire

at Starc's caravan,

I'll come down on you
like a ton of shit.

Wasn't us.

Showbag. No whistle, Showbag.
Bring the torch back. Alright.

You're not going to believe it.
Starc's at Rose's place.

What?

Rose's fine, but whoever
attacked her is still out there.

Alert all the searches out there
to be extra cautious.

Righto. Well,
perfect timing then,

because you guys can
make up a group of three.

You all geared up
for the night, just in case?

Yep.

Maintain visual contact
with your team,

because if there's some
maniac out there,

your radio is only good
in line of sight. Alright?

Yep.

Copy that.

Base station to all searchers,
heads up guys.

We've had an incident in
the local area

that may or may not be
related to the current search.

Yeah.

Made a fresh pot.

You tell Andie everything?

So you should.
Honesty, openness,

keys to a successful
partnership.

Do you believe in karma, Helen?

Ah...

Yes, absolutely.
It's the bookkeeper in me.

Oh, you don't think you
deserve what happened to you?

You're the victim here, Rose.

Damien's the real victim here.

You know what he's
been accused of?

You know what he's
been accused of?

Those monsters tried
to burn him alive.

And now a woman's been murdered.
More people are missing.

I think it's this town's karma
for the way they've treated him.

Thanks for the tea.

I've tried.

I'm not getting anything.

Try harder.

You predicted it.
You saw me in the woods.

Why can't you see
who attacked me?

All I'm getting is your fear.

I need to know who and why.

You know why.

You know, why.

If I knew why I wouldn't
bother asking you.

David!

Claire!

Showbag, there's a reflection
away to the east.

I reckon about 2 ks away.
I'm going to check it out.

Yeah, roger that.
Keep in contact.

Whitford.

Heard from Showbag that
you're not answering your radio.

I checked the coordinates
on your sat-phone.

You're way outside
your search grid, Sarge.

Are you lost?

No, Brett, I'm not lost.

I was following a sighting.

Okay, from where you are,

you're not going to be
back here before dark.

I've got my gear.

I'll manage!

The search for missing
couple, Claire Harris...

Can you get that!

...continues in
the Victorian High Country.

Sure, but what is it?

Ah, just answer it.

- Hello?
- Hi Ki.

Oh, hey Andie.

Yeah, Mum's just making dinner.

When are you home?

I'm out camping in the bush.

You hate camping.

She's what?

Okay, I'll put you onto Mum.
Bye, have fun.

What is going on?

I got caught up in the search

and now it's too
far back to base.

But don't worry,
I've got a tent.

Oh! Don't worry! Andie, your
the world's worst camper.

Please tell me you're not alone.

Relax, Hel, I got my gun.

- Have you at least got food?
- Yeah.

I'm making up lasagna.

Oh, really?

Oh well, maybe you can take
the leftovers up to Rose

and you can spoon-feed her.

Hey?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, of course.

Just missing ya.

I wish you were here,
safe with me.

Yeah, me too.

It's actually pretty
beautiful where I am.

The sky.

Wish you could see it.

Oh, I'm looking at it now.

Nah, it's different up here.

Nah, it's different up here.

Everything's different.

The sound, the air, the country.

It's so...

I don't...

- It's like...
- Hello?

No, you're dropping out.

Oh shit. I think I'm
going to lose the satellite.

Hey, I love you.

Hey! Hey, who's out there?

I'm a police officer!

Coming to the
vigil tonight?

Earth to Andie.

Oh, thanks Tammy

Yeah, everyone's talking about
Rose De Vigny.

Whole town's on edge.

And Damien's caravan?

Well some people are saying
he torched it himself

to cover his tracks.

We don't know that.

Well, he's hiding up
there with Rose.

Must be guilty of something.

If he is Tammy, then I'll
make sure he pays for it.

Pretty nice view, isn't it?

So you and the Sergeant, eh?

Mustn't be easy.

You probably thought you
were coming up here

for a quiet life.

Yeah...

I better get back.

Stress can poison a marriage.

My wife, she never believed
what they said about me. Never!

But when most of the
people in this town

turned against me,
she couldn't cope.

It was the way that they
looked at her,

like she knew what I'd done
and she accepted it.

It was just so insidious.

I don't blame her for taking
off. She lives in Sydney now.

She got remarried.
They've got two young kids.

My ex-partner has
a new family too.

Despite the cold,

people have turned out tonight
in the main street

to show their support and demand
answers from local police

as to why two of their own
went missing

and are yet to be found.

Tonight marks the
end of the fifth day

in the search for missing
High Country pair,

Claire Harris and David Miers.

Concerns have escalated

after the attempted
abduction two nights ago...

Andie!

So, Starc turns up
at Rose De Vigny's farm

same day she's
attacked on the road.

I told you he could escalate.

I told you he could escalate.

I'm surprised you
didn't arrest him.

I need something
called evidence, first.

- Can I show you something?
- Hm-mm.

Get your expert opinion.

Where'd you take these?

About 5 ks east of Newman's Hut.

I spent last night there alone.

What were you doing
up there on your own?

This is the last photo taken,
obviously not by me.

3:23 this morning.
Asleep in my tent.

Ah, sounds like
Ghillie Jack to me.

Jack Stoll, ex-army fella.

He was kicked out of
the Corps years ago.

He's been living in the
bush up there ever since.

Why do you call him
Ghillie Jack?

He's a bit of an odd bod,
maybe even a pest.

He's been known to do some
strange things over the years.

Like getting around
in a Ghillie suit.

I've got a town full
of anxious people.

I can't believe you
haven't mentioned it.

Jack's eccentric.

Maybe even a nutter,
but he's no murderer.

I still need to
question this bloke.

Huh, he's an expert in
counter-surveillance, Andie.

And I'm like a dog on a bone.

- I'll bring him in.
- Hmm.

- I'll bring him in.
- Hmm.

How's Rose?

Okay.

I spoke to Damien today
about his ex-wife.

Pretty sad story.

Yeah, don't let him suck
you in. He did that to me,

he made me feel sorry for him.

You weren't alone with him?

No.

He said he was up at the farm

when Rose was attacked.

Do you know if that's true
or anyone seen him up there?

What? You think
he did that to Rose?

Maybe it's not a great idea
that you go back up there.

I'd just feel happier if
you kept clear of him.

It was your idea for me to
paint again in the first place.

I'm not saying you can't paint.

Oh, where?
In the kitchen?

I go up to the farm to work.

Okay.

But just promise me you won't
be alone with that guy, ever.

But just promise me you won't
be alone with that guy, ever.

I'm serious, Helen.

Okay. Yes ma'am!

Ah, we're wasting our time,
mate.

Come on.

What is it, Archie?

Stand, Archie.

Ahh...

Rose, can I
get you something to eat?

Rose?

Sophie! Jesus.

Have you seen Rose?

I think she went to the shed.

A bit odd though.
She took her gun.

Oh Rose, don't!

Are you spying on me?
Get out!

No, I was just, I was,
I was worried.

Sophie said you were up
here with your gun.

Get out!

Found them.

Big bush.
Small binoculars.

Recognise them?
They were at Newman's Hut.

Ever go there,
looking for stuff to steal?

I don't steal, I scavenge.

You're known to terrorise
hikers on the trail.

I'm not a terrorist.

You just like to
have some fun, hey?

Give them a bit of a scare.

Having fun's not a crime.

Possessing unregistered
firearms is!

And then there's this...

Trespass!

Using a telecommunication
device to menace.

Plus it's weird.

You use this to
scare people away?

You've got no idea what that is.

Enlighten me.

I recorded them sounds
in the bush.

I recorded them sounds
in the bush.

Sent 'em to me mate in the city,

who specialises in
cryptozoology.

He ran 'em through his machine.

Nothing known, human or animal,

is capable of
making those sounds.

If you're asking me who took
those missing people.

Yowies?

- Seriously?
- I've seen them.

I suppose Yowies did all this?

Hung up some decorations,
strung up the pig.

Went shopping for the
wire in town, did they?

I set that, trying to trap one.

Yeah, you're pretty good
at setting traps.

I like me privacy.

You don't like people
getting too close.

Did Claire Harris and
David Miers get close?

Did they get caught
in one of your traps?

You can't pin this shit on me.

You roam the High Country.

You're known to scare hikers.

Did you come across Jean
Grierson four months ago

on the Buller to Stirling trail?

Did you try to scare her? Did
you do more than scare her?

Come on, tell me where you
really got these binoculars from

and don't give me that,
"I found 'em" bullshit.

Where's Claire Harris
and David Miers?

What have you
done to them, Jack?

Where are they?

Hey, look...
Shit!

- Put him on his side.
- Jack! Jack?

Ambulance.
Brokenridge Police Station.

Oh, it was some kind of seizure,

but we'll run some tests
and let you know.

Thanks.

Brokenridge 370
to Brokenridge 250.

Brokenridge 250.

Yeah, I'm on my way back
from the search area, Sarge.

I've located
Rose De Vigny's car.

Whereabouts?

2 ks east of Nelson's Flat.

I've notified
Mansfield Crime Scene.

Okay, good work.

Hey Rez, can you follow
these fellas to Mansfield

and then organise a watch
with the local coppers, 24/7.

Thanks.

- Also, Sarge.
- Ah, go ahead Brett.

You see that email
from forensics?

Um, what email?

Analysis on
the steel tip

found in Jean Grierson's
collarbone.

Murder weapon's been identified.

- A Dang Hua hunting knife?
- That's the one.

Hello, what's your name?

Kayden Shanks.

And do you know
who I am, Kayden?

- The new copper.
- Hmm.

The other day when I was here,

you were playing with
one of these.

Can you tell me
where you got it?

Kayden?

He got it off that
arsehole, Damien Starc.

Go get yourself a snag buddy.

I caught Kayden
in Starc's caravan

and not for the first time.

I warned Starc to stay
the hell away from my kid.

He wouldn't listen.

- You were pissed off?
- Well, wouldn't you be?

Oh, I didn't do that.

No, no, no, no, no.
No way!

Now you need to be talking to

one of these
little shits over here.

Yeah, you. I'm looking
at you, Finn McKenzie.

I saw what you did, mate.

I didn't do nothing.
Bullshit!

I saw one of them light
that bottle up and throw it.

- It wasn't me.
- Well, it was one of ya.

Okay, so who was it?

Either you kids tell me
who torched the van

or I'll arrest the lot of you.

It was me.

I did it.

It was an accident.

You accidentally threw a flaming
bottle of petrol at a caravan?

I was aiming at one of the
rubbish bins, I just missed.

Why were you throwing it at all?

It was a dare.

Those kids dared her to do it,

if she wanted to be
part of their gang.

Their what?

You lied to me, both of you.

You told me it would
be okay here. It's not.

It fucking sucks!

You also told me
to make friends.

Make friends!
Not join a gang.

Oh God, they're not like that.

Seriously Mum,
you just don't get it.

Tough day at the office?

This town is starting to
give me the shits, Sam.

Well, unlike you,
I've had a bit of luck.

I caught these little buggers
in the Delatite,

and that's not easy.

It's an east-west orientation,
so it's exposed to the sun.

So, how did you two meet?

Um...

AA.

Andie was there for her mum.
I was there for me.

Ah, sounds a... romantic.

Guess it must have worked.

12 years later, still sober.

Here's to love,
sobriety and family.

You don't believe in love
then Kirra, huh?

Oh, she's had a big day.

Yeah, so I heard.

It's all over town.

Russell Shanks told Scooter

and well, Scooter's got a
mouth on him like a Murray Cod.

Oh great,

well let's just hope
they gossip for a day

and then they forget about it.

I wouldn't bet on it.

It won't be forgotten.

At least not until
she's charged.

- Oh, you can't.
- What?

- You're charging me.
- You can't charge her.

She firebombed someone's home.

Well you heard her,
it was an accident.

I've got no choice. I have to
treat you like anyone else.

But she's not anyone else.
She's our daughter.

Do we have to
talk about this now?

What do you know
about farming, Kirra?

You see, when I was in charge,
I set up a community program

to put young offenders
to work on local farms.

Young offenders!

Andie's right, I'm afraid.

She is going to
have to charge Kirra.

It's a pretty serious
offence too.

I mean, it'd be hard
to argue lack of intent,

given it was a Molotov cocktail.

I've teed it up with
Grant next door.

Six days a week,
5:30 to 7:30.

In the afternoon?

No, in the mornings.

That's when most of
Grant's work gets done.

You might even learn
a thing or two.

No way.

Who said you have a choice?

Sorry about that.

It's the crusty old cop in me.

Thanks for the fish.

Shovel the manure into this,
then wheel it outside

and dump it in the shit pit.

When you're finished here,

you can do the bigger
yards down back.

Helen, you're not going are you?

Please, I am so sorry
about yesterday.

I'm still a bit jumpy
after what happened,

but pointing a gun at you
is unforgivable.

The box,
it's my rainy day stash.

Money from farmer's
markets over the years.

Income I haven't declared.

Well, you know how tight
things are at the moment.

Cash off the books.

You sure you want to be telling
your bookkeeper that.

Ex-bookkeeper.

You won't say anything,
will you? Especially to Andie.

It's none of my business.

I won't say anything
to Andie or anyone.

Thank you.

I don't want you
to think badly of me.

What is it? Kirra?

Kirra's at school. I'm here
to talk to Ms. De Vigny.

Oh Sergeant,
please call me Rose.

Did Senior Constable Sweet
contact you yesterday?

About my car? Yes.

Yes, it's in town now.

I'll arrange to have it
brought back up to you today.

But Crime Scene found
fingerprints inside it

that were a match for a, um,
he's a bushy. He's ex-army.

- The Ghillie man?
- You know him?

- The Ghillie man?
- You know him?

Well no, but he's
a local legend.

He told Mansfield police
that he found your car

and siphoned the tank.

I still want to talk to him,

but I reckon he either
dropped that tree

or he acted opportunistically.

So he didn't target me?

You were just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Oh!

Excuse me.

Mr. Starc,
can I have a word?

I found out who
torched your van.

It was a group of local kids.
They did it as a dare.

Let me guess,
Finn McKenzie and his mates?

Actually it was
my daughter, Kirra,

who threw the Molotov cocktail.

She didn't mean to hit your van,
but that's no excuse.

She's going to be charged
and we will personally pay

for a new caravan and
anything else that you need.

That's okay.

It's insured.

Look, I really want you to
keep working with me

as a consultant on this case.

I promise we'll keep it
just between the two of us.

I think you could have
a lot to offer.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Sergeant Whitford.

I don't want a tablet.

Okay. Okay. It's going
to make you feel better.

No, no, no, no.

For God's sake, just
take the damn pill, Mum.

Good job.

Good work.
I am so sorry.

I just got on shift and no
one knows how she got out.

Everyone is mortified.
Thank you.

Where were you going?

Home.

This is home now.
You can't go back to Melbourne.

This is home now.
You can't go back to Melbourne.

You never liked
that other place.

All you ever did
was complain about it.

Why am I here?

I told you,

to be close to me.

- Andrea?
- Yes, Mum.

Why are you wearing that?

I'm a police officer.

I know that, but you
don't wear that outfit.

Not for years.

Gone back to uniform.

You been demoted, love?

- Ah!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Get out of way.
- Hey, someone stop him.

Jack! Jack!
Stop where you are right now!

Stop right there.

He got away, Sarge.

This better be good.

He unscrewed the
railing on his bed

and jimmied opened the window.

I stepped out for half a minute.

He's our chief suspect.

Fuck suck, Reza!

Fuck suck, Reza!

Whoa.

I need your help.

With what?

Tracking.

Because I'm a black fella?

Fair call.

Who you trying to track?

Ghillie Jack. He's escaped.

We've been out to his old
camp, but he's cleared out.

Just need you to
pick up his trail

and point me in
the right direction.

Oh right, and you'll take
it from there, will you?

- Can you roll that swag up?
- Sure.

Look, I'll just head
out there myself.

You'll just get in the way.

Pffft...

I just need to know
where his new camp is.

You get eyes on,
report back to me.

You cannot engage him.

Engage him?
That guy's a nut job.