♪ I've been waiting for the longest time ♪ ♪ Thoughts been weighing here beyond my mind ♪ ♪ Can't nobody save me this time ♪ ♪ Memories don't take me alive ♪ ♪ A-ooh yeah, a-ooh yeah ♪ ♪ My time is coming, coming ♪ ♪ A-ooh yeah, a-ooh yeah ♪ ♪ My time is coming, coming ♪ ♪ My time is coming, coming soon ♪ (intense rousing music) (rousing music continues) (door slamming) (rousing music continues) - Constable Davis?

- [Fran] Yeah?

He's got no head.

We get big tides up here.

It was a full moon.

King tide last night.

That body could've been dumped anywhere out there, tides washed it in here.

- Who found the body?

- Wayan.

He's a local.

He works around here catching crabs.

Any spots?

- So he's not a suspect then?

- Wayan?

No.

No, he's harmless.

Go see for yourself.

That's his camp up there.

Franny will take you.

- Why'd it take you so long to get here?

- I've got an understaffed station to run, town to look after.

- Yeah, well, it's just gonna have to wait.

- Excuse me?

- I've got a crime to solve.

I've driven all day to get here, Sergeant.

I need you to focus.

(suspenseful tribal music) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (pan clattering) Did you see or hear anything around about the time you found that body?

- Crocodiles barking, fish jumping, mosquito buzzing.

- All right.

If you think of anything or remember anything, you let me know, okay?

- You want crab to take home?

- Yes please.

(crate thudding) (suspenseful music continues) - [Jay] You're new to this, hey, Constable?

- Yeah.

You can call me Fran.

(suspenseful music continues) You want some of them crabs?

What, you don't like crabs?

(laughing) Can't be.

You must be the first Black fella I met who don't eat crabs.

- [Jay] Any missing tourists reported in town?

- There's no missing middle aged white fellas.

It's mostly Black teenagers that go missing around here.

- What about tensions in town?

Conflicts, fights?

- There's pension day, card game conflicts.

Nothing too exciting.

(rousing music) Head up this way and then take a left, we'll go around.

- [Man] People coming, people coming.

- Oh, there is someone coming.

Different car.

- [Man] Yeah.

- Fine flash car there.

- Wanna come meet Oscar?

(doors slamming) - Hey, look out now.

Big boss lady coming this way with her boss man.

Can't be.

- Can be.

- What now, daughter girl?

You bring feed for uncle?

- You gotta share it.

- Always.

What do you think I am?

- Have you been fishing out at Debbie's Point lately?

- Nothing.

No motorcar.

Fishing off the jetty.

- You know anyone who's been out there lately?

Any families fishing, charters?

- And who's this one, (indistinct)?

This your husband?

- Hey, you wanna pull up there now, uncle?

This is Detective Jay Swan.

- And where you from, Detective Jay?

- [Fran] Hello.

- I'm not from here.

- We gotta go.

Boss wants to talk.

- You hear about anything out there, you let us know, hey, Oscar.

- Aye.

- Come on now.

- So how do you reckon he chopped his own head off?

- Pissed, fell overboard, decapitated by the motor.

(Owen laughing) - You really think that's what happened?

- No.

But even with a murder, sometimes it's not murder.

This looks like a message for revenge, love, drugs.

Any theories, Owen?

- Not at this stage.

- And what stage do you think you'll have something?

- Look, detective, this isn't Sydney or Melbourne.

This is a small town, a few drunks, a bit of grog running, a bit of ganja, you know?

Type of town where after work, a bloke might have a few too many and belt his wife.

- And that's okay why you?

- I'm sorry to disappoint you, detective.

We don't have drug cartels here.

- Are you sure about that, Owen?

Because with a little bit of help, drug cartels become part of a community, they become part of the economy.

- You know what?

I reckon you can figure this out by yourself.

Whatever, bud.

Have to wait till the morning.

Pathologist doesn't work this late.

- This is a homicide investigation.

Get him on the phone.

- You serious?

(Owen sighing) (door slamming) - About a year ago, there was a lot of ice moving through town.

Big freeze people reckon.

Families busted up, fighting, stealing.

- And what happened?

- Well, it all stopped after a big bust of a meth lab out bush.

Wasn't 'cause of Owen's deadly police work.

Anonymous tip.

After that, no more drugs.

It's like someone flicked a switch.

- [Owen] Are you all right?

- Chances of survival after you've had your head removed aren't good.

Deep, clean cut.

Boning knife, I reckon.

He didn't go down easy.

He put up a fight and then he was thrown to the fishes.

- Any idea who he is?

- No.

But there's a tattoo of a bull on his inner left arm.

- Could be a prison tat.

- There's old burns on his hands, the kind chefs get.

- Or meth cooks.

- Found these in his throat.

- [Jay] Did he swallow them?

- No.

Somebody shoved them down there.

- What type of pills are they?

- Don't know.

- I haven't seen them before.

- We'll send them down south with his prints.

If Sleepy Hollow here is a meth cook, like you say, he should have a record.

Shouldn't take long.

(door slamming) (soft uplifting music) (uplifting music continues) (uplifting music continues) - What are we looking for?

(announcement drowned out by background noise) (uplifting music continues) (uplifting music continues) (uplifting music continues) Who's that?

(suspenseful music) - I'm going to bed.

(rousing music) (rousing music continues) (rousing music continues) (rousing music continues) (rousing music continues) (rousing music continues) (rousing music continues) (door slamming) (door slamming) (belongings thudding) (gun thudding) (rousing music) - [Fran] The prints on the body came back positive for a Clarrie Stewart.

Did time for drug possession and supply.

- [Jay] A local?

- [Fran] Yep.

- [Jay] Any family?

(rousing music continues) (rousing music continues) (door creaking) - We're making inquiries about Clarrie Stewart.

This is his last known address.

- Yeah?

- And you are?

- Kayla Daniels.

- You're Clarrie's partner?

Have you got any family or friends that you could call?

- Why?

No.

I can't let you do this.

I'm not going to let you do it.

I'm sorry, Kayla.

- No, you can't.

I'm not gonna let you... (Kayla whimpering) Oh my god.

(Kayla crying) (Kayla crying) And I told him.

I told him, "Whatever he was into, he just needed... He just needed to get out of it," but he wouldn't listen.

That's why I kicked him out.

I knew they were bad people.

They just reeked of it.

- Who are these people?

- Are you mad?

If I did that to him, what do you think they gonna do to me, or my kids?

- You tell me what I need to know and I promise you I'll protect you and the kids.

- You can't promise me that, okay?

They're bigger than you, they're bigger than everyone.

(distant children shouting) Can I see him?

- You don't want your last memories of him to be in the morgue.

Clarrie was in the water a long time.

(Kayla whimpering) - He was a good dad.

- Who was Clarrie working for, Kayla?

- This is the day they're supposed to spend with him, you know?

They've been bugging me about it all day, "Where's Daddy?"

What am I supposed to tell them?

- You worry about your kids.

I know that feeling.

Tell me who Clarrie was working for.

- You just don't know them.

- Yes, I do.

Hey, I've come up against this mob before.

I know what they're capable of.

When someone gets in their way, they deal with them.

You don't wanna get in their way, Kayla.

- I haven't gone against 'em.

I haven't done anything wrong.

- If you can't help me, then I can't help you and your kids.

(distant children shouting) - If I could pull the trigger, I would.

Clarrie was caught up in... Was from the Westside Trucking yard.

Some bloke called Dylan was giving him a hard time and Clarrie thought that he could sort it out, but I mean, they're dogs.

Just, I want justice, okay?

I want justice for my kids, detective.

(truck rumbling) - [Worker] Hurry up now, hurry up.

(truck rumbling) - [Jay] Emilio Gordon?

- I know you?

- I don't think you do.

- Where you from?

- Just making inquiries about an employee of yours, Clarrie Stewart.

Does he work here?

- Not anymore.

- Why's that?

- Don't know.

You'd have to ask him.

He's the one who quit.

- When was that?

- [Emilio] While back.

- Why'd he quit?

- Don't know, mate.

As I said, you'd have to ask him.

- Well, I wanna speak to one of your other employees, Dylan Lindwell.

- Dylan hey?

(motorcycle rumbling) (rousing music) (rousing music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (rousing music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (rousing music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (rousing music continues) (tires screeching) (rousing music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (birds chirping) (tool scraping) (workers chattering) (workers continue chattering) - I don't know what kind.

Too hot to go digging around.

- Mad white fella?

- Yeah.

- Come to our country and what, and sit out in the sun all day?

We have more shade there.

You another kind, but good way.

(rocks clattering) (tool clattering) (workers chattering) (workers continue chattering) (workers continue chattering) (door slamming) - This is my baby.

150 horsepower, 120 liter fuel tank.

Glad bow and smooth ass.

Take her anywhere.

Creeks, oceans.

Present to myself for the big ice bust.

I'm counting the days, detective.

Few months time and I'll be fishing every day, just me and her.

- What's the story with Westside Trucking?

- What you looking for?

- [Jay] Emilio.

- Emilio Gordon?

Oh, yeah.

Done well for himself.

Built that trucking company up.

- How?

- Hard work.

- And what about Dylan?

- Dylan?

Yeah, be careful.

Hasn't been here long.

Doesn't like people looking at him.

Tends to knock 'em out.

You're welcome.

Hey.

Fran says you told a witness you knew who the killer was.

Said you were tracking 'em.

Anytime you wanna share information, detective?

(engine rumbling) (suspenseful music) - [Amos] I am the dig.

I'm the boss man here.

- [Leoni] She was digging out past the fence line.

She's playing you, Amos, but you're too stupid to see it.

- [Amos] You shut up.

(siren wailing) - [Leoni] Big man, but your nothing.

- Ah, you rubbish.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Go on, get.

Go on.

Biggest trouble maker, Leoni, rubbish one.

You should piss off.

- Who made you sheriff, old man?

You nothing but a Jackie Jackie.

And that professor there, she your mission manager.

- What's going on?

- I'll tell you what's going on.

This old man's a sellout.

Sold his hole and his people.

- Hey, look here.

Nobody the boss of me.

I'm the boss here.

You, you got no man, nobody want you.

You got no kids, nothing.

- Leoni!

- Lock her her.

(Leoni drowned out by background noise) And how you gonna do it, muk-muk?

- What's your name?

- Amos.

- Put that rake down, Amos.

- Get your hands off me.

- Stop, stop.

- [Jay] Now!

- [Leoni] He's the one now.

- I'm Sandra.

- [Leoni] I'm allowed to be here.

- Professor Sandra Elmquist, BAGSS University.

- Detective Jay Swan.

- Are you a real police officer?

- Depends.

- Depends?

- Depends on what you think a real police officer is.

- And that rhinestone cowboy, he a captain?

- I've done the right thing.

Consulted with the traditional owners, received permission from the land council, but you can't please everyone.

- That piece of paper might talk for your jacky-jacky here, but it don't talk for me and don't talk for my country.

- And we're back.

There you go.

That's what I gotta put off with.

This dig is of world historical significance.

We believe there are artifacts buried here that date back at least 70,000 years.

But the big spring tide's around the corner, and if we're not done by then, this will be lost forever, and Leoni is not helping.

- I'm on to you.

Bring your little Michael Jackson gloved hands over here and we'll smash.

- Hey, listen, if you attempt to cross this line again, I'll arrest you.

- That might not be such a bad thing.

(onlookers laughing) All right.

Don't stress.

I'm going.

All good.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, (indistinct) is getting their way, as usual.

Look at her.

Look at her over there.

(suspenseful music) Yeah, you'll keep, Amos.

(suspenseful music continue) - [Jay] What was that all about?

- [Fran] It's a sit down vigil protesting against the dig.

Flares up sometimes.

(truck whooshing) - [Jay] I wanna check something out.

I'll drop you off at the station.

(suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (truck rumbling) (suspenseful music continues) (distant dog barking) (suspenseful music continues) - [Mary] Somebody, and you put like a bullet hole?

- Did she tell you that?

- She told me that.

Is it true?

- [Simon] I was such a bastard.

- [Mary] Oh my God.

(laughing) - I know, it was such an uncommon thing to do.

I thought it was fun.

Hey, how you going?

Can I help you?

- Yeah, I was looking for Emilio.

- Oh, he's long gone, mate.

He's nine to five.

Simon.

- Jay.

- I'm like a caretaker.

I live at the back here.

Do a bit of driving if he needs me.

You two know each other?

- You could say that.

Jay's my ex husband.

- Small world.

- Yeah, it's a small world.

- So what's Emilio done wrong?

Who said anything about Emilio doing something wrong?

- Well, in my experience, unless it's a death knock, why else does a copper come knocking?

- So when did you get out of the force?

- Long time ago.

- Why'd you leave?

- I needed a less complicated life.

Why are you still in?

- Long story.

- There's plenty here if you wanna join us, mate.

- Yeah, nah, he's too busy.

- Yeah, no, I'll pass.

- Maybe another time.

(soft uplifting music) You all right?

(crickets chirping) (soft classical music) (tool scraping) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (rousing rock music) (rock music continues) (rock music continues) (door slamming) (music stops) (rock music continues) (rock music continues) (rock music continues) (music stops) (body thumping) (man groaning) - Can you see me?

- Yeah, I can see you.

- I know you, and I know you can see me.

And I know you did it.

You know you did it, don't you?

- Which way did he go?

(footsteps departing) (tool scraping) (soft classical music) (tool thudding) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (Sandra sighing) - Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

(classical music continues) (classical music continues) (cork popping) (champagne fizzing) (flames crackling) (Sandra sighing) (board creaking) (no audio) - It's my cousin, Zoe.

Missing, so she disappeared.

- You don't think so?

- No.

- I was away at boarding school when it happened.

- Listen, don't tell your boss what I say to a witness in private.

Do you understand?

- Sorry.

- Someone here to see you, detective-- - Yeah, we've met.

- Kayla asked me to come and ID the body.

- Kayla?

(footsteps thudding) (latch clicking) (door thudding) Yeah, it's him.

Bull tattoo.

Got it in Kuda.

Glad she never saw you like this, mate.

- He was your source?

- Yeah.

We looked after each other for a while.

I left the force.

Didn't see him till couple years ago.

Bumped into him at the pub.

He looked good.

New family.

Kayla and the kids just sorted him out.

No more drugs.

Did a bit of fishing.

Poor bastard.

- Who'd he hang out with?

- No one really.

Kayla told me that she kicked him out, but he wouldn't tell me what it was about.

- You have any idea who may have done this to him?

- You're standing on (indistinct) land.

- You destroy all my work.

Do you know how much-- - Hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

Crazy woman.

Hey, get off her.

- This is my mother's part of the land.

- Leonie!

Leonie, stop!

- Let go.

- Stop!

(gunshot booming) - Too good there, (indistinct).

- You wanna tell me what's going on?

- Protecting my land, my people.

- Lock her up.

- Stay here.

You all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

I'm okay.

- What started all this?

- All this?

That one there now.

She started this.

Something wrong with her head.

- Digging up family.

They're breaking the law.

You should arrest them.

- We are trying to rewrite history, your history, and you're destroying it all.

- I know my history.

I don't need you or anyone else trying to dig it up, write about it, or put it in a museum.

It's your country too.

Which law you stand for?

- You're under arrest.

Put your hands behind your back.

- You gonna do this?

- Put your hands behind your back!

(residents murmuring) - Good job.

Good job.

Get now.

- What's going on here?

What's happening with this girl?

Leoni?

(residents murmuring) - Step back.

(residents continue murmuring) (tranquil music) (tranquil music continues) (tranquil music continues) (door slamming) There's a chair there.

Sit.

(chair creaking) - I suggest you sit back down in the seat now.

- What now, detective?

- Causing trouble.

- Allegedly.

- [Owen] Allegedly Come on in.

- What are you doing?

- That was Professor Elmquist on the phone.

She doesn't wanna press charges.

- Yeah, but we can.

- You can't arrest your sister, Franny.

And let's not mention you discharging your firearm.

- Told, detective.

Allegedly.

- See you at home, (indistinct).

Love your guts.

(door slamming) (engine rumbling) (sprinklers sputtering) (handbrake creaking) (soft tranquil music) (soft tranquil music continues) (Mary sighing) (soft tranquil music continues) - How are you, Jay?

- Good.

You?

- I'm really good.

How long you hanging around?

- Depends.

- On what?

- My work.

- Yeah, I shoulda guessed.

- Why didn't you tell me about Crystal?

- What about Crystal?

- I got a message from her.

You could have told me she was going away.

- You got some cheek, fella.

So now you come back here to start being a dad again, have you?

What about a month ago, what about six months ago?

What about when you brought Crystal back from Patterson a year ago and then you disappeared, like you've been doing for 20 years, Jay?

Shame job.

Yeah, shame job.

- You still could've told me.

- Did you ring her?

You gotta earn the right to be a father, Jay.

You can't just demand it when it suits you.

- Who's your friend?

- Oh, really?

You wanna go there?

You a little bit jealous, Jay?

Well, his mother's a patient.

That's how we met.

He's very funny, makes me laugh.

- It's none of my business.

- You're right, it's none of your business.

I'm settled, Jay.

I'm happy.

You've got no idea how hard it was to get out of that place, but I did it.

I came here for a fresh start, no baggage.

And for the first time in a really long, long time, I can see where I'm going, and I like it, and I wanna hold onto that feeling.

I like that feeling.

(tranquil music continues) (sprinklers sputtering) (Mary sighing) (tranquil music continues) (door slamming) (tranquil music continues) (Mary sighing) (tranquil music continues) (box thudding) (door slamming) (engine turning over) (tranquil somber music) (tranquil somber music continues) (distant motorcycles rumbling) (tranquil somber music continues) (motorcycles rumbling) (riders exclaiming) (spectators cheering) (motorcycles rumbling) (spectators cheering) (suspenseful music) (riders murmuring) (suspenseful music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (suspenseful music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (ominous music) (suspenseful music continues) (motorcycle rumbling) (engine roaring) (motorcycle rumbling) (tires screeching) (no audio) (car rumbling) (handbrake creaking) (distant metal music) (metal music continues) - Yeah!

(metal music continues) (gun cocking) - So why'd you run?

Only guilty people run.

- Innocent till proven guilty.

- We can do this all day if you like, unless you wanna tell me what happened to Clarrie Stewart.

- Not my problem, detective.

- I thought he was your mate.

- I only knew him.

- I herd you threatened him.

- I helped him out, I got him a job.

- Now, why would you do that?

- 'Cause he was a mate.

- I thought you said he wasn't your mate.

(Emilio sighing) (no audio) I've got you for evading police, and now I got you for possession.

Now, Clarrie was found with drugs jammed down his throat.

So why do you think someone would do that?

- You're the detective.

- It's a warning.

They wanted Clarrie to be found.

- Say what you like.

I didn't cut his head off.

- Who said anything about Clarrie having his head dropped off?

- You did.

- Face the wall.

Kick your shoes off.

Turn around.

(buckle clinking) (gate creaking) Back up.

(cuffs clattering) (footsteps thudding) (keys clattering) (no audio) (picture thudding) (soft tranquil music) (children shouting) - [Leoni] I want you to just run amok.

(children shouting) (engine rumbling) (handbrake creaking) (door slamming) (footsteps thudding) (fist thudding) (body thudding) (soft classical music) (classical music continues) (classical music continues) (tool scraping) (tool thudding) (classical music continues) (suspenseful music) (bag thudding) (suspenseful music continues) (zipper zipping) (Sandra heaving) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (slow suspenseful music) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (no audio)