[Dulcie] Sam O'Dwyer.
He was our first victim.
[Abby] The killer's using the sloop as his kill-room!
[explosion]
Abby, you really should have told us Sam O'Dwyer was a serial adulterer.
I wasn't in Deadloch when Dad left.
I was living around the corner from you and Cath, in Sydney.
Is everything all tense 'cause of the affair Dulcie had?
[imitates Eddie] I'm Eddie Redcliffe! I'm king effin' shit up in Darwin!
- They don't want me either! - Why not?
'Cause I... I fucking killed my partner!
[Dulcie] Jesus Christ, Jimmy.
I think our killer might be a good Christian lady.
Jimmy's place is very bare. There's just a lot of photos of boats.
And you were both home?
Yep.
[Cath] Skye went and spent $12,000 on something that she won't even say!
The women of the town hate the men. And she hates them the most.
She knew about the infidelities.
The night Sam died, Mike gave her a speeding ticket.
She was in Deadloch. She lied.
Skye friggin O'Dwyer.
Bum.
[Aleyna] After a 24-hour hiatus,
I am pleased to announce that all Feastival events
will be recommencing as scheduled.
Well, not exactly as scheduled.
We have had some minor changes,
which you will note in these revised programs,
which we printed at 4am on our home printer,
which, for some reason, lives in our bedroom.
You will see that the Immersive Water Sculpture
that was scheduled for tonight at Deadloch Lake
has, unfortunately, been cancelled
and in its place there will be... Gez?
- Ah, TBC. - A TBC. Gorgeous.
- Oh... - Oh?
[Dulcie] So, how do we get play this?
We go in hard with the speeding fine?
We ask her again about her whereabouts the night Sam O'Dwyer was murdered
and see if she lies to my face again about that,
like a lying liar who just lies.
Absolutely fucking not. That's our fucking trump card.
Jesus Christ, you are red-hot right now.
I'm fine. I'm... [stammers] I'm fine.
Yeah, look, you need to unknot your norks.
You are cutting off the blood supply to your brain.
It's like a fucking titty tourniquet right now.
We're just gonna go into that interview room
and have a casual chat, yeah?
Yeah.
Oh, Jesus Christ, did she bring brunch?
My God, she has absolutely no idea what's happening here.
So you have nothing?
No.
No, um, no, we don't have nothing. Um, I actually just...
Far from nothing, I would say.
We just got off the phone from a phone call,
and I am excited to announce
that we will now be hosting, tonight,
um, an inflatable outdoor cinema event at Deadloch Lake
that will be called Cinema Aquatica.
Or Floating Flicks. They're both winning titles, so...
Mayor Rahme, what do you have to say to Feastival pass-holders
who are afraid of coming to Deadloch because of the active serial killer?
[laughs]
Um, I think you'll find that the press suppression order
isn't lifted till 11am, Jeremy,
so maybe we'll just do some questions about the Feastival only.
[Jeremy] Yes, Mayor, but I think you'll find that
my question was about Feastival pass-holders.
Mmm.
Well, I would say to them, Jeremy,
that the killer is only targeting cis-het white men,
and our market research shows that
uh, that's a far cry from our Feastival patron demographic.
In fact, given that the victim demographic
is usually responsible for the perpetration of violence
Deadloch may well be the safest place to be right now
for many members of our Feastival community.
So, Joan, you went to the info booth yesterday.
Did you see anyone dropping off a bag when you were there?
[chuckles] No, not that kind of bag.
A green bag, Joan.
[Skye] Fuck.
No, I put all this down in the cellar the night of the Beast on the Cross.
What do you think happened? The killer broke in and stole it?
[low grunt]
Well, yeah. Well, that would explain how, um...
how it wound up as part of a crime scene, wouldn't it, Collins?
- Yeah, that would absolutely explain all of that. - [Eddie] That would explain that.
Uh, Skye, given the situation we, need to get your movements again
for the night that Jimmy Cook died.
- Ah, sure. - OK, of course. Great.
Also for all the other nights that all the other men died.
Yeah, well, I wasn't even here the night Dad died.
- I was in Sydney. - OK, super-duper, Skye.
Then you shouldn't have any issues supplying those alibis, then.
Sorry, Mayor, are you saying that everything is OK
because only straight, cis, white men are dying?
[laughs] No, Jeremy, that is not... That is not what I'm saying.
That would be a misinterpretation of what I said,
'cause I didn't say that and what I did say was a misspoke.
I misspoke. Um, so...
Uh, thank you, everyone, for coming,
and please enjoy tonight's Cinema Aquatica.
I hope it really floats your boat. Gez?
- Gez. - Yes.
- Gez, did that just happen? - Yes, sweetpea.
OK. Well, then, you need to take me to the hospital
because I just shot myself in the fucking face.
[murmurs]
Don't say another word to her.
- I'm fine. - [scoffs] No, no.
You've got Predator eyes. They've gone full black.
Hey, Dulce, who do I speak to about a police report for the Nessie?
I want to file an insurance claim.
Uh...
I can sort that from here.
Yeah, cool. Thanks, mate.
Some of my best memories are of me and Dad on that sloop.
[Cath] Hello!
Cath, what are you doing in here?
Here to check in on Skye. Extenuating circumstances.
Oh, my God!
- The killer was in your house? - Yeah, apparently.
[Cath] Nadiyah said he went through your stuff. We were both freaking out.
Even I thought, for a second,
you'd been pulled in for questioning over the murders.
I nearly dug out that bottle-green Cue suit
and suggested you hired me as your lawyer.
Why would she hire a vet as a lawyer? [laughs]
'Cause I used to be a lawyer.
Before I retrained as a vet.
It only takes me half the time as most people
just 'cause I'm good at everything.
Oh, my God, sexy!
Imagine if the press saw you escort Skye in here.
They'd be like, "Skye O'Dwyer is a serial killer!"
Skye, your business and your reputation will be ruined.
You're coming home with me.
- Mmm... Mm-mm... - The ute's out the back near the bins.
Just hop in and hide under the dog mat.
- Look, I'm just going... - Go.
Go.
Oh! Crisis averted!
[laughs] Oh, my God!
Imagine if you'd arrested Skye!
Oh, I would divorce you on the spot.
You're her third-best friend!
Bye, Eddie. See ya!
Bye, Cath.
[Eddie] Alright, time to get Operation Convict The Cook rolling.
Where's Big Eyes? She needs to get this DNA sample off.
♪ ♪
Babe, do you get the pressure I'm under right now?
I'm dealing with a serial killer, yeah? I'm organising a wedding.
I cannot be expected to deal with my bride-to-be
randomly disappearing in the middle of the night.
I didn't disappear.
I was in hospital because I inhaled a toxic gas.
I was testing the wood from Jimmy's crucifix.
I think it's coated in a substance that contains arsine.
It's a chemical that's used in a treatment called CCA...
Yeah, I know what arsine is, babe.
Yeah, it's a treatment that's used on boats.
And when you burn it, James, when you burn, it smells like garlic.
- Really? - Yeah!
- And that's why I thought I was smelling garlic. - Wow.
But then I thought, Sam O'Dwyer's boat, the Loch Nessie, was burnt,
and so was the wood on the crucifix.
And then I was like, what if that wood is the same wood?
Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe,
can you hear yourself right now, hmm?
Hey, hey, come here.
Babe, you sound insane.
But can't we just check the Loch Nessie mast?
Where is it?
Hey, it's probably back at the lab. Look, I'm taking you home, OK?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm taking you home.
You can catch up on some much-needed beauty sleep
and then find us a celebrant.
Surely there's an out-of-work actor who's desperate for the money.
- No, but, James... - Babe...
You've been poisoned by gas that's used in chemical warfare, yeah?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
And... you're out of your little mind, yeah?
- Yeah. - Yeah, OK.
- OK. - Let's go wait in the car, OK?
Go wait in the car. I'm gonna make a quick call.
- OK. - OK.
Hey, man, how's it going?
Yeah, so, Xave, quick question about the boat.
[Vanessa] Sorry, Sharelle! I've never had a job before.
I can tell. Give it here.
Be aggressive. Soy milk can smell your fear.
Alright, I'm starting without Big Eyes.
I'm like a grog-bog on a Sunday morning. I cannot be stopped.
So...
We are going to need hard evidence to tie Skye to these murders
particularly if old mate's lawyer wife Erin Fuckletits is getting involved.
So we're gonna need witnesses, DNA evidence, surveillance footage,
one of them lights that spots cat piss.
We need to be sure about this before we make an arrest, OK?
Otherwise the charges won't stick.
And Dulcie will be blowing up her entire life for nothing.
Yeah. We want it to mean something when it all comes crashing down
and Collins is you know, cold, shivering, sleeping in her car.
OK, Collins, let's timeline this shit.
See how Skye's done it, yeah?
Uh... OK.
Well, I guess I will do the board, then?
- What? No, no. - No?
No, absolutely not, no. Don't you touch that board.
My life may be teetering on the precipice
but at least my writing doesn't look like the pen's got narcolepsy.
OK, so on the night that Jimmy was murdered,
Nadiyah said she and Skye went to bed at 10pm.
But I know that Nadiyah and Skye are sleeping in separate rooms,
and I know this because my wife told me this
because I am blended into this situation like an onion in a soup.
- So Nadiyah's alibi for Skye is... - Shaky.
Poos.
However, there was an independently verified sighting of Skye
at 7 o'clock the next morning.
She visited Donna at The ButchSmith Butchery
to pick up 17 kilograms of Spanish blood sausage.
Oh, morcilla! It's pricey and disgusting.
Yeah, it's disgusting. It's made from the blood of Spaniards.
OK, moving on to Jimmy.
He was last seen at 11pm.
His last phone call was to Vanessa Latham at 12:23am.
Now, according to Jimmy's autopsy, he was strangled around 4am.
And liver mortis shows that he was mounted on the cross
for two hours before he was discovered by Aleyna at 7:30am.
Is anybody taking notes?
- I thought that's what you were doing. - No, this is just numbers!
- I'm just doing numbers. Where is Abby? - [indistinct]
I got a very, very strange voice-to-text from her.
Something about poussin.
- Poussin? - Pussy?
Ooh, maybe she wants a recipe from
When Life Gives You Preserved Lemons.
I'm thinking of trying the abalone tonight.
That is so wonderful for you, Sven.
- How great. - Thanks.
OK, given that the bluff is only accessible by water,
it is very likely the killer murdered Jimmy on a boat,
just like the other victims.
Now, it is my suspicion that
they are mooring the new kill-room boat in the same spot as the Loch Nessie,
because serial killers just, well, they just love routine.
Like babies.
So, if Skye did this...
[exhales loudly]
...somewhere around 5:30am...
...she mounted Jimmy on the cross.
She sailed the new kill-room back to its parking spot
and then she travelled, in a vehicle, back to Deadloch,
all in time to pick up her Spanish blood sausage at 7am.
So, there we have it.
- Cannibal sausage? - Donna's in it?
- Sausage? - Like, Donna's part of it?
- [Dulcie] No. No. - Two words. Give me a clue.
Skye had a 90-minute window in which to make that trip,
which gives us a search radius
for where she's storing the new kill-room boat.
Ma'am, sorry I'm late. I got poisoned.
What?
Oh, bum! Did you start without me?
[beeping]
- [glass breaks] - [screams]
[breathes shakily]
[Dulcie] OK, Sven, what am I looking at here?
[Sven] These are all the mooring points, from Fisheries and Wildlife.
"Pox Bay, Squatter Beach, Grim Creek, Devastation Point."
Fuck, these place names are fucking dark.
[Dulcie] OK, we really need to narrow down these locations.
This is gonna take way too long.
Hey, what's this, um, red stuff on the Nessie hull?
I noticed that too, ma'am.
Was it parked in mud?
Moored, maybe?
OK, we need to get the soil tested.
That might help us narrow down these locations.
Do you want me to do it, ma'am? I can.
- I don't. I absolutely don't, Abby. - I feel much better.
You are basically levitating.
Sven, get onto forensics about the soil.
No, no, no, mate, come on. We need to get onto this search.
We can't fucking piss-fart around.
- I can drive a car.
- No. No. No. - Collins!
- I can walk away. - [Cath] Dulcie!
- Poo, poo, poo. - Dulcie!
Told you this would happen!
- [reporters] Detective? Detective? - This is an absolute disaster.
- Is Skye O'Dwyer a suspect? - No comment!
- [Megan] Detectives... - Everybody, clear the area.
OK? Clear it!
You fucking started that rumour, rat cunt!
- Jesus, Christ, get your head in the fucking game. - Do something about this!
Mr McGangus, do you believe Skye O'Dwyer killed your best friend?
- Do something. - [Skye] Vanessa!
- You homophobic cunt! - [Vanessa screams]
[indistinct shouting]
- [screams] - [McGangus] Get your hands off her, you lesbian dyke butch!
Why the fuck are you saying all that bullshit?!
Oi, calm your fucking farm, mate.
- Jesus Christ. - Nessie's done nothing wrong.
- Oh, you stay out of this. - Megan gave me four wines!
[McGangus] I know she did, but you spoke your truth, OK?
You did nothing wrong. You spoke your truth.
[Jeremy] Councilman McGangus, how do you feel about
what's happening in your town right now?
[McGangus] Well, I'll let you know how I feel, Jeremy. Um...
- I don't know this town anymore, Jeremy. - [Eddie] Oh, fuck off.
[McGangus] Me best mates are dead,
and what does Mayorette Rahme have to say about that?
Oh, fuck up, cunt.
- Go inside. Come on. "Oh, it's OK - because they're all white men."
- It's a disgrace, OK? - Come on, Collins.
- Sven, can you get those Carnage Boys onto that boat search?
I can tell you right now that the born and breds of Deadloch,
we have had enough of Mayorette Rahme and her girl gang.
- [applause] - Thank you.
So we are taking matters into our own hands, aren't we, Ness?
- Um, yes. - [McGangus] Yes.
How, Vanessa?
Um, I don't know.
This is such small-town bullshit!
[Cath] You're all coming back to our place.
- I'm not going to hear another word about it. - [Nadiyah] Cath, it's actually fine.
We probably just need some time, like, to be home for...
- [Cath] Nadiyah! - ...after a big, um...
Nadiyah, a brick could have come through and cracked your skull open
and broken it like an egg, and your brains could be all over the tiles.
Dulcie, you've got to do something about this.
[Abby] Hey, ma'am, I'm using voice-to-text
because my brain is moving too fast for my fingers.
Anyway, I'm at the lake
because the Loch Nessie used to be moored here
and I thought that maybe the stains on the hull
would match the lake mud,
but they don't.
Sweetpea. Sweetpea. Sweetpea. Hey, just slow it down.
Good.
[Abby] The stains on the hull
are definitely much redder than the lake mud.
Wait...
Ma'am, I think I know what it is. I'll call you back.
- [bang] - [Aleyna] Agh!
- Stay calm, everyone. - [hissing]
Just a flamingo.
[hissing]
[Skye] Vanessa outed me when I was 17 and nearly ruined my life,
and now she's trying to ruin it again!
- [ding] - And, Mum,
why the fuck is Vanessa wearing a bakery uniform?
[Vic] I gave her a job. I felt sorry for her.
[Skye] You read that fucking article, Mum.
Thanks to her, everyone will think I'm a fucking psychopath! Right?
No, but you are a chef, so it's easy to confuse the two.
Yeah, they will. Your name is mud.
Dulce. Mate. You need to call time on this bullshit.
Clear my name. Make a statement.
You'll do that, absolutely. Won't you, sexy?
Ah, well, yeah. Um... Well, it's, um...
Um... Unfortunately, what Collins wants to say is that
we can't, in the position that we're in,
comment at this juncture of this point of the...
So, toorah, let's go.
- What the fuck! - Dulcie!
Fucking hell! That was an emotional bloodbath.
Let's go out on that boat search.
It'll snap you out of this.
You're too tall to have a breakdown. You'll look like a sad air dancer.
What are these texts from Abby?
[Sven] A green bag.
No, not a sage. More vibrant than that.
Oi!
Whities!
What's fucking going on here?
Why aren't you out searching for a fucking kill-room?
Uh, I can answer that.
The search is off 'cause apparently no-one coming from the north
could have used the Settler Highway the morning that Jimmy died.
[Dulcie] Why not?
Well, Mona from the servo said that a lolly truck went over on a hairpin.
Blocked the whole road with 20 tonnes of Chupa Chups and Sour Worms
for the whole morning.
Spearmint leaf?
[Eddie] Are you fucking shitting me?
Really? A spearmint fucking leaf? Pass me that box.
[Dulcie] OK, alright, so the north is out.
Any coast south of Deadloch within our 90-minute radius
is just vertical cliff-face.
There's nowhere to park a boat.
Moor. Moor the boat.
- OK, we are missing something. - Yeah.
She must be getting back there some other way.
Yeah, or she's Bermuda Triangleing us
'cause there is no place to hide a fucking kill-room boat
unless you involve another dimension.
Sven, how did forensics go
with the soil matching the red stain on the Loch Nessie?
Well, I delegated that to Abby.
- What? Sven, she's been poisoned! - She's fucked, mate!
She said she wanted to do it!
She sent me a voice-to-text about it,
like, thinking she was sending it to you.
Look! There you go.
The bite sitting in our car. It's sitting in our car. Our car.
- What? - Our car.
Our car. What is that?
It doesn't understand our accents.
That beach is fucking red, isn't it?
- Where is that? - [Sven] Oh, that's Carruthers Island.
- Ochre. - Huh?
Ochre. The boat is sitting in ochre.
[Margaret] And why the name "Pademelons"?
Well, pademelons feed their babies to predators to save themselves.
I did not know that.
Yeah, they're cute but they're cut-throat.
Just like our footy team's going to be.
And that's why I want to give you the opportunity
to get on the ground floor with us
by becoming our first ever major sponsor, Margie.
Initial amount TBC, but I'm thinking 100K?
- Oh, is that all? - Yeah.
Now, Margie, you know how you're bankrolling a Palawa woman,
- my cousin here... - It's...
It's not just a cash injection, darling.
I mean, my girls are my family.
Yeah, awesome, because the Captain of this team,
she's Palawa, too, on her mum's side,
and Paakantji-Wiradjuri on her dad's side.
You know, she's a superstar!
She's hot, she's got good hair, she can sing well.
- Talking about herself. - Yeah, I figured that, darling.
What do you say, Mrs Carruthers?
We'll name a hyperbaric chamber after you.
Oh, Tammy...
I just... I love your passion.
But I'm not in a position to take on more charitable projects.
But why don't you apply for next year's academic scholarship, hmm?
How are your grades?
They're not as good as my kick, Miss.
Well, unfortunately that scholarship
is designed to set up pathways for exceptional young ladies
like our Miranda here.
Tammy is exceptional.
Yes, but if I help Tammy, then another girl like you,
maybe even another Palawa girl,
who's really trying, who really deserves it,
she wouldn't receive my help, you understand?
- [phone rings] - No, I don't understand.
Yeah, aren't you rich? Can't you just sell another haunted painting
and help out more than one nerd?
I'm sorry. I know it wasn't what you were hoping for.
But sometimes, trust me,
the best thing for one person to say to another person is no.
- But, Margaret... - [shushes]
It's fine, darling.
Maybe next time warn me before you bring the family over.
My house is beginning to feel like a drop-in centre. [chuckles]
Take some spiced lard. I have tonnes.
Dulcie, darling! Of course!
No, I'll escort you there myself.
What the fuck is spiced lard?
♪ ♪
You don't like boats too much, do you, Collins?
[Dulcie] They don't really like me.
I once...
put a ferry out of commission for a month.
I love boats. I've got a ripper little speedboat up in Darwin.
Oh, yeah? That's so great.
Can you please never invite me on that, ever?
I won't be going out on that for a while.
Why not?
Bushy died on it.
Ah, right, OK. Well, that'd...
Yeah, that would colour things, wouldn't it?
Um, do you want to talk to me about that, with you?
We just did. That's enough.
Thanks for escorting us out, Madame Carruthers.
[Margaret] My pleasure, darling.
Can you just make sure that everyone stays on the path, OK?
The terrain around here, it's very dangerous.
How do we get to the cemetery up there?
Oh, that's off-limits, I'm afraid.
- Why? - Tiger snakes.
[laughs]
You know, they've been left to their own devices for far too long.
They're huge, aggressive, completely unfazed by the weather.
They've really made having sex with their cousins work for them.
[gags]
OK, well, we'll... we'll make sure we stick to the shore.
[retches]
- Excuse me. - Good-o.
I'll stay put here and try not to antagonise Kevin, if he shows up.
The seal?
Yes! He thinks this island belongs to him.
He's one of many. [laughs]
- Are you OK? - [Dulcie] Can you just...
I don't want you to ask me that because you ask me that
and it just makes everything so much worse for me, so...
Abby, where's the ochre beach?
Fay said it was on the northwest coast.
She drew a map for me, actually.
Those are tissues.
- Those are tissues. - OK, yeah.
Abby, how long till the poison's out of your system?
Only a few more hours,
but the ER doctor said that I'll be pissing arsenic for weeks.
- [man shouts] Killer dike! - [car passes]
Not you, your mum!
[ding]
[Hunter] Yeah, that's good C-Dog. Pump it!
Stop calling me C-Dog!
[boy] One more, bro.
Hey, guys, how's it going?
The fuck are you doing here?
I saw in the group chat you guys were here, so I came to pump it.
You didn't kick him out of the group chat?
- I'm not the admin. - Well, who's the fucking admin, then?
- It's Ronny. - Where the fuck is he?
He's at the orthodontist. He's getting his braces tightened.
Oi. Oi!
His Mum is a fucking man-killer!
Fuck, Hunter. Chill out!
His Mum killed fucking Trent!
- And Gavin. - [Tom] I know.
- And fucking Sam and Jimmy and some other fucking bloke. - I know she did.
- Hunter! - She's a man-hating bitch killer.
Yeah, every chick in this town's a man-hating bitch, bro.
My mum's a bitch, Ronny's mum's a bitch.
Callum's mum's a fucking bitch.
She just doesn't like sleepovers on school nights, man.
Our nans are bitches, our teachers.
The canteen lady that banned hotdogs, she's a bitch.
- [all murmur agreement] - And Tammy!
Tammy's the biggest fucking bitch of all, isn't she?
[sighs]
Yeah. She is.
Yeah, she fucking took Luke Caddy from us.
Shut up about fucking Luke Caddy.
Luke Caddy was Trent's mate. He's our recruiter.
That fucking dyke bitch needs to be stopped.
[boy] Yeah.
Two-Mums, I've got a job for ya.
So, hang on, Abby, you... you thought that Jimmy's crucifix
was made from the Loch Nessie mast?
- I know it's crazy, ma'am... - No, Abby, that is not at all crazy.
Serial killers want to show how clever they are
to literally everyone.
Thank you for saying that. That's actually incredibly validating.
James said I was out of my mind.
Well, you are not, Abby. You are entirely in your mind.
But the mast is in the lock-up, yes?
Yeah, James says it's at the lab.
[Eddie] Hello, kill-room.
Abby, call forensics.
Yes, ma'am.
- Fuck her. - Tamara, language!
Nah, I don't need that racist lady, not with a left foot like this.
That football damages Aunty Joy's beanie stand
and I'll be cancelling that Fortnite subscription.
It's called a battle pass, and we use Tom's.
Well, I'll be getting Tom to change the password, then.
Good luck trying to get hold of him, 'cause he has ghosted us.
You been holding that for an hour. You wanna put it down?
It's just...
Why does Margaret Carruthers get to decide who deserves what?
She doesn't know better than us about what we need.
She just knows how to jar beef fat.
I know her money could help me, but the way she talked about Tammy...
The thought of going to that school of hers just makes me feel... sick.
And it's not just because the uniform looks like diarrhoea.
Bub, that sick feeling?
You listen to it.
That's our ancestors.
That's thousands of years of wisdom
telling you it ain't worth your integrity as an Aboriginal woman.
No money and fancy school with a wellness centre's worth it.
You don't need a leg-up from her. You got two legs.
Put one foot in front of the other,
and you'll make a life for yourself you can be proud of, bub.
O... K.
[exhales]
Hey, Mum, how fast do you reckon Aunty Joy could knit?
The recruiter's coming in a couple of days,
and I need, like, 18 footy jumpers.
Hi.
Hello, ghost dog.
Your new mates dumped you, did they?
You wanna stay for a feed?
Sorry, James, the reception's really bad out here.
I'm just getting to higher ground.
We need forensics out here.
- Babe, the celebrant? - No, I haven't found one.
Abby, Abby, you need to pick up the slack on your end, yeah?
We're getting married in a week.
Actually, James, I think we need to cancel the wedding.
Oh, my God, I am so relieved you said that.
Really?
Yeah, there is way too much going on right now, babe.
We absolutely need to postpone the wedding.
Postpone? No, James...
I'll be honest, Abs, I need a break, yeah?
I mean, his investigation has been entirely about what you need
and I don't think you actually realise,
but it's taken a huge toll on me. I mean...
[slightly indistinctly] ...if you don't prioritise me,
and I don't prioritise me,
then who prioritises me, Abby? "No-one" is the answer.
- I don't want to postpone the wedding, James! - And I deserve better.
I'm breaking up with you!
- What are you doing here, sweetheart? - Um...
I said this was off-limits, darling.
- I'm sorry Mrs Carruthers. - It's like Medusa's head up here.
Yeah.
- You'd better get back down before you get bitten. - OK.
- Off you go. Come on. - Yes. Yes, ma'am. Sorry.
No, no, it's fine. It's fine.
Be careful on the steps down. They can be awfully slippery.
OK.
[Eddie] This is a good-looking boat.
What happens to this when it's not a crime scene anymore?
Perhaps une certain member of the force
gets a "fucking good job" boat bonus, yeah?
- Detective. - What is it?
- Gimme a boost. - What? No.
- Come on, I'll put it right back. - Don't... You can't... Ugh.
[Eddie] Just come on. Come on. One, two, three, go.
[both grunt]
Ah, yep. Ah, hang on. I've got it.
- Put me down. Fuck! My cooch! - OK.
- Jesus Christ, drop me! - Alright!
Fucking hell!
[exhales]
That's Jimmy's jacket.
Yeah.
Need to run that against your mate's DNA. See if it's a matchy-match.
What's that look?
Why do you look like a dead dog right now?
This doesn't feel right. This isn't right.
No! Don't fucking choke on me now.
Why would Skye carelessly leave Jimmy's jacket on board?
That is inconsistent with how fastidiously
she planned and executed the other murders.
It's also inconsistent with her chronic perfectionism.
So she dropped the ball.
So what? She's got a fucking punishing murder schedule.
No, Skye is relentlessly inflexible, uptight, anally retentive.
I know this, because it's what drew me to her as a friend.
Listen, mate, I know you don't want to
fucking shit on your nice life here in Deadloch
but your fucking paddock-to-pussy chef mate
should have thought about that
before she started cutting blokes' tongues out, OK?
She's the one who's fucked this up, not you.
Collins, she is mooring the boat here
and then she is swimming back to Deadloch
like a fucking... like a murder eel, OK?
We saw it in that cookbook -
she did it when she was a kid and she's doing it again now.
Ma'ams? I think Jimmy had an ad for this boat in his meat locker.
That's the Windbreaker.
That's Rachel Haddick's boat. She was selling it.
That's the fucking Windbreaker.
That's the effing Windbreaker.
Ma'ams, I think it's the Windbreaker.
- Yes, Abby, that's just what we said.
- That's what we just said. - Where did you get that from?
- Sorry, I couldn't hear. - OK.
[Rachel] Yeah, used to be Geoff's boat.
It's been on the market for months, though. No-one wanted it.
Probably because of Geoff and him setting fire to the farmhouse.
- Trying to kill me. - Mmm.
So you didn't sell the Windbreaker?
Oh, no, we did. Three days ago.
That's how we got the camper.
We're going off around Australia,
doing waterfall to waterfall before climate change dries everything up.
You and Cath putting in the offer on the hobby farm was such good timing, Dulce.
You know they've upgraded
the glow worm trail at Mount Mountain Park?
Sorry, Cath put in an offer?
Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, lesbians, fucking glow worms, blah, blah, blah.
Who'd you sell the boat to?
I think he said his name was James.
No, it was Jimmy.
You know, the one who masturbates outside choir.
- Wait, wait, Jimmy... Jimmy Cook? - Yeah.
Who was murdered yesterday morning?
He was murdered? Oh, my God!
We had no idea. We have been so absorbed in the camper trailer.
It has soft-closing drawers. Do you want to have a look?
How the fuck could Jimmy afford a $12,000 boat?
He was on the bones of his arse.
Hang on, did you say $12,000 dollars?
Gosh, Lainey, now you've got me worried.
Well, check the net banking.
Did the bank transfer go through?
Rachel, who paid for the boat?
Nah, that can't be right.
Who is it?
Skye.
"Skye Anne O'Dwyer."
[Lainey] Anne? I didn't know her middle name was Anne.
[Rachel] It's a terrible middle name.
[Aleyna] Thank you so much to
all the patrons who made it out here this evening.
Unfortunately some of our ticket holders couldn't make it.
Perhaps they're all at the hospital
recovering from a car accident they manifested
'cause they just needed a little break from... all the shit.
Anyway, the Deadloch Winter Feastival
is very proud to premiere a new filmic artwork.
It's by local filmmaker, Joan Lamont.
It is called Poseidon's Uterus.
It's an ode to water and the divine feminine.
And it goes for four hours.
Fuck my arse, Joan. Really?
So, Nance, just wondering if you saw anyone at the info booth
dropping off chains and hooks?
- Yeah, in a green bag. - [phone rings]
Yes, I know it was unmanned. I was stuck in the toilet.
No, my pelvic floor is fine, thanks, Nance.
I get rave reviews, trust me.
Hello, Detective Collins' phone.
- Hello, Mrs Carruthers. - [Sven] You know what I'm talking about.
- Ooh! - OK. I'll come in the morning.
[Sven continues indistinctly]
Sure. Now is good too.
Aleyna wanted to borrow this for the outdoor cinema.
I said absolutely not.
I'm not having some mainland straights
fart all over my $400 self-inflating mattress,
thank you very much.
[Cath continues indistinctly]
Skye.
I'm making us $200 Iberico ham toasties.
It's not like the restaurant's gonna want it.
Skye...
How much do you reckon we'll get for the wine in the cellar?
I mean, maybe I should just fucking drink it all at once.
- Take my liver for a spin... - Skye!
[whispers] The night of Jimmy Cook's murder...
...I told the police that you were in bed all night.
But at 12:30, when I got up to wee, you weren't there.
So I checked the whole place, and you weren't anywhere.
So?
So you lied. You don't have an alibi for Jimmy Cook's murder.
[laughs]
Nadiyah, fucking get off it!
You lied to the police, Skye.
You have never talked about your Dad. Tom has never met his Grandad.
And you don't talk to me about anything
except how much you hate this town and all of the men in it,
particularly the Lathams.
And ever since Trent was murdered
you and your Mum
have been creeping around like you're the fucking Hamburglar twins.
What am I supposed to think?
Do you have anything to say to me?
- Also, I'm pregnant. And, um... - What?
I cannot be committed to this relationship
if you are a serial killer.
- I'm fine with just a doona, love. - [Cath] No, no, no, Vic.
I refuse to believe we've got 10 bottom sheets
and zero bloody top sheets.
Oh, sexy! You said you'd be working late tonight.
Skye.
We need to talk to you.
Ah, Dulce, now is not a good time, mate.
This isn't a request.
Interview of Skye O'Dwyer, commencing at 7:12pm.
You can't interview her like this. She's been drinking.
Yes, we can, Cath. It's not illegal.
And no judge will accept her testimony, Dulcie.
That's a problem for another day, Cath.
Alright, what can you tell us about this?
Well, Detective, that's what you call a boat.
Great start! Great start.
Nothin' else?
- Nuh. - [Dulcie] Really?
Because you deposited $12,000 into Rachel Haddick's account
to pay for this boat.
We also know you spent $12,000 on something
and wouldn't tell Nadiyah what that something was.
- Dulcie, I told you that in confidence. - Cath!
We found this boat at Carruthers Island.
And on board was a jacket belonging to Jimmy Cook.
He was wearing it the night he was murdered
and we just got told it's absolutely covered in your DNA.
Skye, did you buy this boat and murder Jimmy on board?
What?
[Eddie] Did you buy this boat and use it as a kill-room
because you set fire to the Nessie when you found out that we were onto it?
No! Dulce, that is not my boat.
Then whose boat is it, Skye?
It's Jimmy's boat. I bought it for him.
Why the hell would you buy Jimmy Cook a boat?
Because he was blackmailing me.
So that's why the DNA is all over his jacket,
because I roughed him up when I paid him off.
Why was he blackmailing you? Hey?
Did he find out about you and those dead blokes?
Skye, did you know about your Dad's affairs?
Is that why you killed him?
Dulcie!
Thank you for coming so late, Abby.
That's OK.
Here it is.
I know this is Miranda's earring,
which means she's been trespassing on my land.
Oh, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
But I can talk to her if you want me to.
Would you?
I think a visit from the police might give her the little start
she needs to behave,
before she goes the way of her aunt, and that cousin of hers.
Um, I'll have a chat to her, then.
Oh, you are a dear. Thank you.
- Um, is it OK if I hold onto this earring, just for evidence?
Oh, of course. You'll need that.
Yeah.
- Off you go. - Oh, OK.
- Thank you, Mrs Carruthers. - Thank you.
- Take some spiced lard! - Oh. Yeah.
- It's lovely. - Um...
Take two. I have heaps.
- Oh! Thank you. - [laughs] Mmm.
[door closes]
Let's talk about your old mates, Trent and Gavin Latham.
Must have been pretty rough for you at the footy club,
being the only girl on the team amongst all those homophobes.
Seen the graffiti around town about ya.
- It's pretty anti-lesbian. - [softly] Fuck!
You uncovered my big secret.
I was a closeted gay kid in a homophobic country town
and it didn't go well for me, and that made me do murders!
You two are good!
Skye, why did you stay away from Deadloch all those years?
Because when Vanessa outed me,
Trent and his fucking footy boys bullied the shit out of me,
and then the adults,
including Rod Dixon and my own Dad got involved.
So, yeah, you bet I stayed the fuck away.
And then a year ago you came back.
Yeah.
I just thought, fuck it.
I've just as much right to be here as those dickturds.
Mm-hm. Made your triumphant return after 22 years.
Yeah.
- Hadn't stepped foot back before then? - Nope.
What's that?
I can't see what it says. I forgot my glasses.
It's a speeding fine given out by Mike Nugent
to Skye Anne O'Dwyer on June 10th, 2017.
Oh, OK.
So Skye was back for a day. Jesus, Dulce!
June 10th 2017 was the night Sam O'Dwyer was murdered.
Mate...
You told me you were in Sydney, Skye.
You have repeatedly lied to me...
None of this is what you think it is, mate!
Then what is it, mate? Just tell me, mate!
Skye, as your lawyer, I suggest you don't say anything.
Cath, no, I've had a gutful. [stammers]
- You want to know? - Mm-hm.
Vanessa was right. I did hate all those men.
My Dad was a cunt. So was Rod Dixon, Trent, Gavin.
They made this little lesbian's life hell.
And you know what? I'm fucking stoked they're dead.
I am!
But I didn't kill them. I didn't.
Because it turns out it is possible to hate someone
and want them dead with every inch of your fucking being
and not fucking murder them!
Then why did you come back to Deadloch the night your Dad died?
No comment.
I mean, you can be really angry and not kill. That's true, isn't it?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Heaps of people don't kill.
Yeah, exactly. I agree with that. So, you know, maybe she didn't do it.
- OK - OK, OK.
But she came back to Deadloch that night,
something happened, and she's not telling us the truth.
Yep. And whatever she did, Jimmy knew about it.
Yeah, yeah. And now he's dead, isn't he, so...
Ooh, yeah, yeah. Nah, he's dead. He is very dead.
Yeah.
[sighs]
I'm going to go home and check on Nadiyah, Vic and Tom.
They'll be out of their minds 'cause Skye's behind bars in a lock-up
with only one roll of toilet paper.
- Cath, I... - Can I just have a private word with Dulcie please, Eddie?
I know you're partners at work, but we're still partners in life.
Yep, no worries. I'll just...
- Chookas. - Yeah.
[exhales] OK.
[rustling]
Oh! [coughs]
Fucking spearmint leaves.
Hey, Eddie.
Um, have you seen Cath? I've been trying to call her.
Ah, yeah, she's, uh... back at the station.
But I'd give her a wide berth. She's... raring for a fight.
She's like one of them frill-neck lizards doing one of these...
- [hisses] - Agh!
- You know? - OK.
Um...
Probably don't need to see her anyway. It's a bit beyond that now. Um...
Lou's dead.
Oh, fuck!
Not another one.
Ugh! Who's Lou?
One of them fucking salty sea-dog fishermen
with the gold teeth down on the water...
Lou's my donkey.
- Oh, that's not... That's shit. - Yeah, it is.
She was my best friend.
Oh, no.
- Um... - Are you OK?
[sighs]
Um, see...
the thing is, Ray Pies, um...
I don't have a best friend,
because, um,
my best friend died, too.
Did he? Oh, no.
[both sniffle]
Yeah, my best friend died, and your donkey died,
and... and all the good ones die, Ray Pies.
- I know! - So... Yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
[both cry]
Can I, um, can I come home with you, Ray Pies?
I think... I think I need a gruck.
- I'd really like that, yeah. - Yeah. OK.
- What's a gruck? - It's a grief-fuck, mate.
- OK. - Yeah. Right.
- Hop in. - OK.
Yeah. [sniffles]
[engine starts]
Thank you to my family, my team mates...
...Luke Caddy, for always believing in me...
- ...the Brownlows... - [Tom chuckles]
- My beautiful wife, Kehlani. - [chuckles]
I would not like to thank...
...Margaret Carruthers, because she is a racist dog.
And, of course... [laughs]
...I would like to thank you, beautiful sports drink bong,
for giving me the opportunity to smoke weed one last time
before I go pro.
[bubbling]
You know, I knew there'd be water in this,
but, if I'm honest, I wasn't expecting to see so much of Joan's breasts.
I'm not watching it, Gez. Checking emails.
Amanda Palmer's just officially pulled the pin, that absolute skank.
What, is that it?
- A very jarring ending. - What the hell?
- No. - [Vanessa on loudspeaker] We demand that Mayor Rahme cancel the Feastival.
- Five men are dead. - [crowd murmurs]
Enough is enough. Cease the Feast.
- That's right. Louder. - Cease the Feast.
- Louder, louder! Cease the Feast! - [shouts] Cease the Feast!
[all chant] Cease the Feast! Cease the Feast!
"Cease the Feast." Take me back to shore.
- Get me back there, Gez. - I don't have an oar.
Why don't you have any oars?
- [roars] - [indistinct clamouring]
All the men in my life are dead!
- Shuffle. - Shuffle.
- [shouts indistinctly]
[shouts]
[Cath] Over the past five years, I've worked so hard
at trying to stop the narrative in my head
that tells me that you don't love me.
Cath, I...
Your behaviour lately is making it really hard
for me to believe that you actually care about our relationship, Dulcie,
about our dogs, about our life in Deadloch, about our friends.
I mean, you've completely ruined our friendship with Skye.
Bringing up all of that stuff about her dad and the affairs...
OK, I didn't... I didn't bring it up.
- What did you say? - You ruined our friendship with Skye.
No, not that, not that. The bit before that.
I mean, did you know that Sam was cheating?
Did you know that Skye knew about the cheating?
- Well, yeah, I suppose. - Cath!
We're dealing with a serial killer here,
one whose... whose killing spree started with Sam's murder.
You didn't think that that might be,
I don't know, just... just useful information to tell me?
Well, it's not my story to tell.
I... [sighs]
I don't know why you're upset at me. These are my friends!
This is my life you're messing up.
Yeah, it is. That is right, it is your life.
All of this, this is your life.
You decide where we live, what we eat,
when we put a deposit down on a hobby farm.
I know about that, by the way.
You decide what... what pets we have.
I didn't want a new dog!
And you know what else? I don't want to run a damn dog motel.
Let's not say insane things we can't take back.
No. No, I think it's a silly idea
and it's a useless contribution to the world.
And here's another one - this is a... a really big one.
I love being a detective.
And the only reason that I quit is because you guilted me into it.
In fact, you know what, Cath, our entire life here
is built around you guilting me into giving you what you want,
into living this life - your life -
that is making me really unhappy.
- You're unhappy? - Yes!
How am I supposed to know that?
How am I meant to know if you're unhappy
if you just... just put everything into your vault of repression?
You don't tell me that you're unhappy.
You could ask.
What do you want to do, then?
I mean, move back to Sydney where we were stressed,
and fighting and everything was uphill?
No. No.
What do you want, then, Dulcie, if it's not this?
Like, if it's not this life
that I created thinking it was what we both wanted,
what the fuck do you want?
- What are you doing? - When was this photo taken?
June 10th, 2017.
The night Sam died.
[whispers] Cath...
[sighs]
Did you know that Skye came back to Deadloch
the night of her Dad's disappearance?
Cath.
Look...
Are you kidding me?
Maybe you'd have remembered the date earlier, Dulcie,
if you were at home babysitting Tom with me that weekend
instead of fucking some other woman in a work shower!
- [ding] - [Ken] Senior Sergeant!
Not now, Ken!
I just wanted to see if you're finished with that bag?
The green one I dropped at the info booth.
I need it for tomorrow's shop.
Don't you dare go out there.
[tearfully] It's just a job, Dulcie.
Mm-hm.
Yeah, but if I don't do my job, more people will die, so...
Right now, my job's more important than us, Cath.
It's more important than you.
[sobs softly]
Those bags cost 90 cents, Dulcie, and I'd like it back.
Ken, did you find the hooks and chains?
Yeah, on the beach, with my metal detector.
After they cleaned up Jimmy's crime scene.
Sorry! Sorry, did you say "after" it was cleaned up?
That's right, they were just there on the rocks.
Someone planted it.
- I didn't see any plants there. - [phone buzzes]
- [sighs] - I suppose seaweed's a type of plant.
- Aleyna. - Vanessa Latham has lost it.
I need you to get down here, Dulcie,
because my Cinema Aquatica is under attack.
[Eddie] Is this your joint?
Did friendly fucking forest creatures build it for you or something?
[Ray] It's just what rentals look like here.
Hey, um, hang on a sec.
Before we go inside your perfect little...
...gingerbread man house...
[inhales]
...I need to say some stuff.
OK.
I'm... I'm...
I'm no good, Ray Pies.
I know you've got the horn for me, and that is understandable,
because of this hair and these titties,
but your dickie needs to know what he's getting himself into.
OK.
If your dickie wants to go on fucking tandem bike rides,
and leave love letters in lunchboxes,
and, you know, eat bird-shit muesli...
- Do you mean bircher muesli? - Yeah, whatever.
If that's something that your dickie is into, then...
then tell him to go somewhere else.
I'm not good with nice things, Ray Pies.
'Cause when I get 'em, I just...
...I break 'em.
Eddie, why are you saying this?
'Cause I fucked up.
And now Bushy's gone and everyone in fucking Darwin fucking hates me
and I... I've got nowhere.
I've got nothing, Ray Pies.
So, you know, I understand if... if...
if you want me to go now as well, I'll just... I'll go sleep in a bush
or I'll fight a wombat for its burrow, or whatever.
Eddie, look... Hey! Look... [stammers]
Nobody's perfect.
We've all done things we're not proud of.
I've made some mistakes with women
and I've had some pretty weird interests.
When I first moved to Sydney,
I played in a ska-funk-Latin band called Dog Kingdom
and... we were all white.
With dreadlocks?
Some.
- Off! - I know.
But the point is...
everybody deserves a chance to reinvent themselves, right?
So maybe it's time to forgive yourself
let go of the past,
start over and do it better this time.
Are we gonna kiss now? Is that...
The fuck's going on over there?
Holy shit!
Is this...
alien UFO...?
No, it's the aurora australis.
- What? - Southern Lights.
Who?
Well, there's...
I think there's, like, magnets on the sun, I think...
No, or it's, um... wind on the sun
that hits magnets on the earth
and then maybe... something in and around that.
It's so fucking beautiful here.
You're so fucking beautiful here.
Sorry.
- Sorry. - [faintly] It's OK.
Oh.
Agh... OK. Mmm!
[kissing, grunting]
[Ray] Check it out. Landscape mode.
[Eddie breathes heavily] Fucking pound it, Ray Pies.
[indistinct shouting]
Bravo, Phil!
Let it go, boys!
Don't even get paid for this. It's a volunteer position!
Move it!
Get this shark off my face!
- Give me back my lobster! - You don't deserve lobster!
[Dulcie] Alright, break it up!
- [shouts indistinctly] - Vanessa, let go.
- Let go! Aleyna, drop it! - [screams]
Drop it! Drop it!
- I can't swim! - Vanessa!
Help! Help, help!
Take my hand!
- Stop! - [screams]
Just stop hitting me! I'm trying to help you!
- [bubbling] - [continues shouting]
[screams]
Oh, my God!
They're dead bodies!
[screams]
[♪ choir sings "Hurdy Gurdy Man"]
♪ Thrown like a star in my vast sleep ♪
♪ I opened my eyes to take a peek ♪
♪ To find that I was by the sea ♪
♪ Gazing with tranquility ♪
♪ 'Tis then when the hurdy gurdy man ♪
♪ Comes singing songs of love ♪
♪ Then when the hurdy gurdy man ♪
♪ Comes singing songs ♪ ♪ Singing songs ♪
♪ Of love ♪ ♪
♪ ♪ ove ♪ ♪