O Lord, you form the light and you create darkness.
You bring prosperity
and you create disaster.
You bind the earth by the word of thy commandment
and you seal it with thy terror.
In your name all men fear
and tremble before thy power.
And in your female line do we follow you now
and leave the dead to bury the dead.
♪ My screams got lost in a paper cup
♪ Do you think there's a heaven where some screams have gone?
♪ Yeah, I can hear that
♪ I don't care
♪ 'Cause sometimes I sit
♪ Sometimes I hear my voice
♪ And it's been
♪ Here
♪ Silent all these years. ♪
Oh, God.
Come on. It hurts. Let me down.
This is an acute stress position even before you're lifted off the ground.
Just let me down!
- No, don't do that. - It hurts. Let me down.
Are you OK?
Did you miss your plane?
This is testing the theory I mentioned last night
about the similarities between the murder of Dorothy Moxley and Daisy Hart.
If you were held in that position, potentially off the ground,
and then dropped,
not only would your shoulder ligaments be torn but you might get something like this -
fine, healed fracture lines here and here.
I think these are caused by sudden deceleration,
a jerking snap on the outer radius at the wrist
rather than an impact.
Like a chauffeur's fracture?
What's a chauffeur's fracture?
When the old vehicles backfired while being hand-cranked
and the handle would whip around, yanking the wrist.
The main injury here
is compression of the scaphoid bone in the centre of the wrist.
But these fractures are so perfectly matched and localised.
Meaning?
Both bodies had bone and ligament trauma in their shoulders
as well as the wrist fractures.
And to get both of those...
..you need to be deliberate.
Looks like a bondage rig.
Technically known as a strappado.
Torture.
What do you make of the wrist fractures?
- Coincidence? - No. I don't believe in coincidences.
Neither to do I.
We need to find out who this Dorothy Moxley is
and how she came to have the same injury as Daisy.
Well, maybe we should talk to her foster-parents again?
She was only with them for a couple of months. The wrist break's older than that.
Tough life.
She had three different foster homes in the last year.
You really cared for her.
Look, we just focus on that proposal. And let Jacinta do the rest.
Yeah, excuse me - Councillor Clunes.
Sounds good. Count me...
I'll call you back.
Alex, Molly, we've got a fingerprint match
for the glasses that we found in the tunnel.
Hallelujah.
Well, you're not gonna like it.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
'Cause the fingerprints are a match for Daisy Hart.
Daisy's glasses?
I spoke to her foster-mother.
She confirmed that she started wearing them in the last month.
What would Daisy be doing at the crime scene?
At both crime scenes.
Botanical matches between the bike and the waterfall as well.
Daisy wouldn't hurt anybody.
Might have been the reason why she was distressed when she came looking for you.
- And then she killed herself. - We don't know that for sure yet.
Preliminary forensics suggest there was nothing suspicious about her death.
We need to wait for all the evidence.
Daisy wouldn't have the strength to strangle a grown woman.
Not with the injuries we saw.
But she was there.
Apparently.
We also found both Daisy and Dorothy suffered an unusual but identical wrist break.
And...?
And Daisy might have known Dorothy Moxley, or people associated with her.
We should run the list of her other foster-parents and make inquiries
and then speak to Freddie Hopkins.
Who's Freddie Hopkins?
He's a creep who preys on young girls.
Dorothy Moxley wasn't exactly young.
No, but according to my daughter, he and Daisy were inseparable.
So, if she was anywhere near the crime scene, he'd most likely be with her.
Here. Look at this.
I found it drawn on the wall near where Daisy killed herself.
It's the same blue chalk used by Freddie's mother in the fish and chip shop.
How do you know that?
Because it's my local.
Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to see if he knows anything.
Bring him in. And get that in the brief of evidence.
You think this Freddie Hopkins is capable of murder?
I think everyone is, under the right circumstances.
Molly...
Excuse me.
Yeah, hey, uh, Gareth McAvaney.
I lease some office space round the corner here.
Mm-hm.
Just wondering if your CCTV system covers that chess set there?
Sure does.
Oh, good.
I'd like to take a look at any footage you have from that camera from the last few days.
Sorry. That'd be a breach of our data protection.
It concerns a breach of security.
Yeah, but not for our building.
Where's your boss?
He's overseas right now.
Hey, hey, hey, what if I, um,
throw in a dozen coldies?
I just need the last few days.
That's never gonna happen.
And 500 bucks.
Cash.
Give me half an hour.
Shut up. Shut up.
- Lily. - What are they looking at?
Someone hacked into the GroupApp.
You should take a look.
Jeez, Lily...
Who's coming to play tonight?
It's so good.
Oh, my God.
- Who's coming to play tonight? - The entire school saw this.
- Yeah. - She's such a slut.
Missed you on the river this morning, my friend.
Great row. I did 2k in under 10.
Well, it doesn't count if there are no witnesses.
Screw you.
So... any word from Councillor Clunes?
Just waiting on the email.
You sure your girl's got all her ducks lined up?
Yeah.
She has it in hand.
Because the investors are getting twitchy.
Will you stop worrying about the investors? I'm telling you, she has it under control.
Everything rides on her getting agreement to go to the proposal.
I know!
Here we go.
"The development of Minor Ferry shows clear resolve
"in addressing the...
"the dire need in the community for low and moderate house pricing."
She's good.
"With one abstention, the motion was passed at 13:15."
Booyah!
Oh! That's my girl.
I have to hand it to you,
you really put all the pieces on the board.
Well, that is the game we're playing, isn't it, mate?
Let's get back to work.
She's gonna push our bid to the top but we're still gonna have to do the leg work.
Man, the wait was killing me.
"Diligence leads to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty."
Um...
Steve Jobs?
That's Proverbs.
Chapter 21.
Are you sure you don't want a lawyer?
I've got nothing to hide.
What's that blood on your shirt?
It's fish blood, from the wharf.
I thought this was about Daisy?
It is.
We just want to ask you a few questions about your relationship with her.
What about it?
Was she your girlfriend?
Sort of. Yeah.
We're sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Could you tell us the last time you saw Daisy before she...
Before she killed herself at your house, you mean?
Yes.
Sunday morning.
What time?
About 11.
You weren't with her on the Sunday evening?
No.
Could you tell us where you were between the hours of six and seven on that night?
I was at home.
And your mother will confirm that?
Well, you'd have to ask her.
I was chopping wood out the back.
Why did Daisy kill herself in your shed?
I don't know.
I don't believe you.
She came to see me earlier in the day.
She was distressed.
I couldn't see her.
Couldn't or wouldn't?
Do you know why Daisy was so upset on the Monday?
Why she was driven to take her own life?
No.
But she was your girlfriend.
There's been a murder of a woman in her early 60s.
You probably saw it on the news.
I don't watch TV.
We have reason to think that Daisy may have either been involved in a crime
or a witness to one on the Sunday evening.
And why would you think that?
There was evidence found at the murder scene that's linked to Daisy.
Bullshit.
Maybe that's why she was so distressed.
But I'm curious.
About what?
Well, if I had a boyfriend
and I'd witnessed something so terrible...
.. I would call him and ask him to come over.
Don't you think it's odd... she didn't call you,
or confide in you?
Why do you think that is?
Excuse me.
Do you know how long my son is going to be here?
Let me find out for you.
He doesn't like confrontation.
Daisy had suffered a broken wrist
some time in the last year.
Can you tell us anything about that?
She said she fell.
How?
Slipped down a gully collecting pine cones.
Why are you asking me about this?
We're just trying to get a clearer picture of Daisy.
Were you with her when she broke her wrist?
No.
Where were you when it happened?
I dunno. I was probably hanging out with Lily.
Don't change the subject.
She's a little fire-cracker, that one.
Freddie, can we just get back to Daisy?
You know, the blokes down at the wharf...
..they call her a proper cock-tease.
She's 14 years old, you creep.
Molly.
Hmm...
14 going on 24.
No! Get off!
Molly!
- Nice try, you crazy bitch. - You stay here!
Sit down! Down!
For how long?!
- Molly... wait. - For how long?
I'm leading this investigation.
We finish the interview when I say.
You were being an idiot.
Don't call me an idiot.
If you... if you had touched him, you'd be up for assault.
You were making it personal.
HE was making it personal.
Frances...
Thanks.
He was trying to goad you, and you let him.
And anything he said was inadmissible anyway.
It was an informal interview.
You took contemporaneous notes.
It's the principle of the matter.
You want to talk to me about principles?
What's going on?
Freddie has an alibi for the night of Dorothy Moxley's murder.
His mother hasn't confirmed it yet.
She's waiting for him.
OK.
Can't you tell me what this is all about?
Can you tell me where Freddie was on Sunday night?
He was home. Out the back. Chopping wood.
Are you sure about that?
Well, yes. He...
He'd gone to his uncle's, collected the wood and then came back and chopped it for me.
And what time was this, roughly?
Uh...
Seven-ish?
And if I was to call his uncle right now,
he'd corroborate your story?
Of course.
OK.
It's ironbark. Burns slower.
Come on, this way, Freddie.
In case I think of anything.
Hold on a minute, Freddie.
Would you mind giving us your shirt, so we can confirm that's fish blood on it?
Give 'em your shirt, Freddie.
Knock yourself out.
Get that to Forensics for me?
What are we doing here again?
Looking for anything else that might help us.
Listen, Molly...
..I'm on your side, OK?
Christ!
How long has that been buried?
Over 150 years I'm guessing, judging by the age of the house.
- Hey, Georgia? - Hey.
O'Connell.
From the Huon?
You Tom's son?
Yeah.
But I live in Melbourne now.
Your old man grows the best apples in the state.
Mummified cats.
It's an old witchcraft superstition, right?
Witch's companion and the catcher of vermin.
Tell my cat that.
What about the boots?
Something about retaining their human shape to fool evil spirits.
Like a scarecrow?
Old folklore.
Probably came out with the convicts.
But none of this has anything to do with our murder victim.
I doubt it, judging from the dust.
If you like this, come and check this out.
It's an old bible. From the 1850s.
Are there any prints?
Too much dust. Contaminated any samples.
If you're done with it, I wouldn't mind signing it out of exhibits.
You a bible-thumper?
It's just an interest.
Sure. The Heritage Council will want it when you're done.
See the empty bottles over there? They were dug up from the doorway.
In Scottish and European folklore,
they call them witch's bottles, or spirit bottles,
counter-magical devices to use against evil.
Like the burn marks you see here. They place them anywhere evil spirits could get in.
Magic was a genuine source of...
George, you got chalk?
Sure.
A hexafoil?
A sigil. Magic, for protection.
If you believe in that kind of stuff.
The convicts brought their superstitions with them, it seems.
Do you believe in the after life?
No.
Do you?
I don't know.
That's her.
Skank!
Oi! Get the hell off me! What are you doing?!
Anyone else?!
Hey, Lily?
What's going on?
Nothing.
School sucks.
Yeah. And work sucks too. I, um...
Look... about the other night, um...
You know, I was just... I was a bit...
Off your face?
It'd been a rough day.
I'm sorry about Daisy.
Do you wanna get outta here?
We'll go for a spin.
Hmm...
Hey, Alex.
Mrs McGinty.
May I come in?
I won't take up much of your time.
I wanted to apologise for turning up so unexpectedly yesterday.
It must have been a shock for you.
Oh...
It takes a lot to shock me these days.
Yeah, um... your daughter, Stephanie...
..she looks a lot like Jenny.
Mm...
Yes. Too much.
It keeps me up most nights.
I keep... lurching for the gun.
I think about the mask he wore,
the... the sound of the gunshot.
Well, grief is something you learn to live with.
I've been thinking about what you said about Jenny's backpack.
What about it?
That it wasn't returned.
Well, they told me it was a robbery gone wrong.
I know they said that...
But...?
I had my grandfather's Omega watch.
Why didn't they take that?
What...? What are you saying?
I didn't realise that her backpack went missing.
Do you have another reason why my daughter was murdered?
No. I don't.
They suspected you for a long time...
I'm aware of that, Mrs McGinty.
But you know I was cleared.
We've, uh... we've been looking into Dorothy Moxley's background.
Apparently, it isn't her real name.
So far, nobody's come forward to claim the body.
She's a Jane Doe until we identify her.
Well, that's sad.
You mustn't let this case consume you, Alex.
But maybe this might lead to something.
She had Jenny's ID card.
Just get back to your life, Alex.
Nothing good will come from this.
Thank you for your time, Mrs McGinty.
Lily?
Lily? Are you here?
Hey, Mum. I'm here.
What are you doing here?
I can visit my mother, can't I?
Well... yeah. Of course you can. It's just that I...
Hey, Molly.
Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind. I helped myself.
What are you doing here?
Hurry up with my drink, Freddie. The movie's about to start.
She wants her drink.
I want you to get out of my house.
Freddie?
Molly...
..you've already got one of my shirts.
What's taking you?
I'm coming.
I said I want you to leave.
What are you doing, Mum?
I've got to talk to you, Lily. So I've, um...
..I've asked Freddie to leave.
It's... it's important.
Lily would like me to stay.
Well, I want you to go... now.
Mum, you're being rude.
Get out of my house.
Mum...
OK, OK, you win. I'll, um...
I'll see you later, Lil.
OK.
You could have helped her.
That's what I was trying to do.
What do you mean?
Why do you do that, Mum?
He wasn't hurting anyone.
I don't want you hanging around with him.
I can pick my own friends.
Not him. He is too old for you, and he is trouble.
But you think everyone is trouble!
Where else has he been in this house on his own?
Nowhere.
Seriously, Mum?
You don't actually think he would steal your spare keys?!
Listen to me, Lily,
I am asking you to stay away from him.
You always say people are innocent until proven guilty.
I might stay here tonight. Is that OK?
Yeah. Of course you can. You don't have to ask.
But let your dad know. It's not my usual night to have you.
I will.
Would you like me to put some lipstick on?
Jesus.
Who's coming to play tonight?
Hmm...
What about pizza?
How do you live?
What? I eat at work.
- Mm-hm. - Alright. It's not much fun cooking for one.
I could stay over more often if you'd like.
Yeah. I'd like that.
Can we watch a movie tonight?
Only if we toss for it.
Hang on. I better get that.
Lewis.
Where?
Yeah. Look, I... I can't. I've... I've got Lily here.
- Can you get someone from Hobart? - It's OK, Mum.
It's fine.
Alright, I'll be there in a sec.
Sorry, Lily.
No problem. It's fine.
I shouldn't be long.
Here. Get a large and we'll share it when I get back.
What about a meat-lovers?
Ham, cheese and pineapple is my favourite.
Eugh!
And lock the door after me.
Yes, Mother.
I'm serious.
And I'm really glad you're staying with me tonight.
Yeah. Me too.
Lewis.
Where?
Have you spoken to Molly?
Alright. I'm on my way.
You wanna go for a spin?
Check out a party?
Where's this party?
I want to show you something.
Just bring it over this side, will you?
His name is Jeremy Coleman. 50 years old.
Better known as Sea Dog.
He ran the wharves around here for the last 20-odd years.
Couple of mates found him in the water about an hour ago.
How was he killed?
It looks like he was strangled. Then he drowned.
He was a good bloke. As honest as the day is long.
We need to get him moved.
We may have something.
I need to talk to you about something.
- Later. - A woman who lives a few doors up
remembers seeing a truck around here last night at about 1:30am.
- She get a look at the driver? - No.
But she said it was red.
That belongs to Freddie Hopkins.
We should have held him.
Freddie works here. It doesn't mean he's responsible.
He doesn't work here at 1:30 in the morning.
Jesus. He was just at my house. Let's go pick him up.
- Molly... - Let's talk first. No assumptions.
Molly...
- Molly.. - It's Grimshaw. I need to sort a warrant.
Molly, I need to talk. It's urgent.
Is it about Freddie Hopkins?
- Not exactly.. - Then tell me later.
I want to speak to him first.
Molly...
Hey, give me that!
You don't need to speak to Mummy.
You're not a mummy's girl, are you...
..Luna Gypsy Rose?
How do you know about that?
Well, I've got money. I pay to watch.
It was you.
You sent it to my school.
You're good, Lily.
You're really good.
So good, I just had to share it with the world.
You've gone viral Lily Broomhall.
Give me that!
I'll go round the back. You better take the front.
Come on.
What are we doing here, Freddie.
Let's go down. The party's just getting started.
Freddie, I want to go home.
Sea Dog?
How did that happen?
That's what we're trying to find out. Is Freddie here?
Freddie? No.
- Why? - We need to speak to him.
Where is he now?
- I... I don't know. - Call him.
We need to search his room.
The sooner we can find him, the easier it'll be.
She can't get Freddie on the phone.
What's that?
Oh, my God.
Alex...
Jenny's backpack.
What the hell is Freddie Hopkins doing with it?
Lily?
Freddie...
Freddie, what are you doing?
Freddie?
Freddie, I want to go home, Freddie. Freddie, I want to go home.
- Come here! - Let me go!
Come here. We're gonna teach mummy a lesson that she's never gonna forget.
Let me go!
Let me go, Freddie!
Stop!
Please, let me go! Please!
Please.
Freddie! What are you doing?
Freddie! Please let me go.
Let me go!