01x01 - A Croc & a Hard Place

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Have you ever
smelled something so foul

that your own guts wanted to
crawl right out of your mouth?

A smell so godawful...

..it made your nose
burn, your eyes weep?

See, when a croc
eats human flesh,

he pays a price.

It messes with his digestion.

Wow.

Makes him reek like death.

Ugh.

A bloke got snatched
a few years back,

and you know how they caught
him, the croc that ate him?

They followed the
stench of his breath.

Air bubbles from
his manky throat

come floating all the
way up to the surface.

And pop!

There it was, that stink.

Are you ready to
meet the monster?

Where is it?

Can you see it?

Don't get too close.

I cant even see
through the water!

I'm scared.

Oh, my God!

What's he doing?

The hell are you doing, Lars?

Oh, sh*t! Get the anchor up!

Get out of the water, you idiot!

Swim back!

Go back, Lars!

There's a f*cking croc! Croc!

Croc!

Where's Lars?

Hey... Ohh!

It's OK.

You shouldn't be here.

I'm calling the cops.

Yeah, she's here.

Again.

Hello?!

Oh, my God.

Hell happened to
you?

Huh?

Where'd you come
from? Are you hurt?

Hey, take it easy!
I'm...

Hey, I'm... I'm...

I'm trying to help you! Jesus!

Come
here.

Uh-uh, don't you bite me.

She's here.

What now?

Oh, do I really need to tell
you why I brought you in here?

Brooke Phelps has
filed a complaint.

You were under
strict instructions

not to approach anyone formerly
involved in your trial.

That includes witnesses.

If you guys would give me a copy
of her roster, I could make sure...

I'm gonna make it
really simple for you.

You won't be shopping
there at all, OK?

They're the only place that
haven't hiked up their prices

for the tourists.

Is that it?

You got somewhere
important to be?

Yeah, I'm workin'.

Right, so you remain
gainfully employed, do you?

You know what I do.

But business hasn't
really taken off, has it?

What's it been,
about a year now?

What does that tell you?

That I should fire my
marketing department.

Still residing at
the same address?

Man, I go through all of this
sh*t with my parole officer.

I actually don't have
to do it with you.

You last reported for drug
and alcohol testing when?

Tuesday.

And the results
were... You tell me.

Something funny? Huh?

You set one foot near her
again, and I will arrest you,

you understand me?

We're done here, Amanda.

Yeah, we are.

Alright!
Enough already!

Jesus.

Yeah,
it's her left, uh... foot thing.

Yes, and the wing, I think.

Great.

Well... I'll just
leave her with you.

Uh... Well, that's
up to you, Mr...

Ah. Oh, uh...

..um... Collins.

Yeah, Mr Collins,
it's your call,

but we can't accommodate
unpaid treatment.

Uh-huh?

I'm sorry?

We can't treat this animal
without compensation.

No, no, no, I just found her.

Yes.

I mean, she's not mine.
It don't belong to me.

It's not my goose.

My geese.

Look, isn't this what you people do?
You... patch up... injured animals.

Why don't you call up one of
those rescue organisations?

They'll take them
off your hands.

Uh... Mr Collins, this is not
a native Australian goose.

It's a Toulouse goose.
It's... It's domesticated.

Wildlife rescue's
not gonna touch them.

What happens if I leave her here?
What are you going to do with her?

Jesus.

Really?

Argh!

OK, how much to
fix a broken goose?

That will be $559.

Sorry? $59?

$559.

$500?

Consultation, X-rays,
pain management -

it all adds up.

Did you need to get that?

No.

Cash or card? Cash.

I just...

..don't have that much on me.
Listen, could you... do you mind?

I just need a minute
to think here.

Are your geese insured?

No, my geese are not...
My geese are not my geese.

Mr Collins?

You want to go ahead?

Sorry about that. No worries.

Just having one of those days.

Look, do you think we might find
a way to work something out?

I mean, I'll get you
the money, I just...

I just need a little time.

How much time?

Oh, sh*t!

sh*t.

When was the last
time you saw Reggie?

Right. And, uh...
where was that?

Yeah, I know the
spot. I can go and...

sh*t.

Hello?

Ms Pharrell? Yep?

Ms Amanda Pharrell?

You open now for business?

Have you got a design in mind?

If not, it costs extra, and
I charge by the centimetre.

Centimetre?

I'm trying to find my husband.

You are a private
investigator...

Mm. ..is that correct?

So, he's been
missing for 48 hours,

phone's not ringing or pinging,

no sign of the car and you've
filed a Missing Person's?

Yes. Right, OK.

And what did the
police have to say?

They say they're
looking into it.

But we're now past two
days and they have nothing.

So you've lost faith in them.

Everyone here moves so slowly.

I thought it was the heat,
but... it's more than that.

A woman, a child, a
member of this community

would perhaps
inspire more speed.

My husband is not one of you.

What is your rate of success?

Do you have satisfied clients?
Someone I can speak to?

My business runs on discretion.

Ah.

That is to your advantage
and to my disadvantage.

What are your qualifications?

Uh... I have a Certificate
III in Investigative Services.

Experience?

I'm actually just wrapping up
another case at the moment,

but I'd be more than willing to
take a look at yours once I'm done.

I don't think you're the
person I'm looking for. Sorry.

I work with a consultant.

He's got decades on the job.

Excellent connections
in law enforcement.

You'd actually be hiring the both of
us, if that brings you any comfort.

My husband would not just leave.

He wouldn't do that
to our daughter.

A down payment to
get you started.

Please. Find him.

Ah,
don't get used to it.

It's temporary.

There you go!

Eh?!

Not hungry. Alright.

You're welcome.

I hear you've got my geese.

What?

The ones with the beaks and the...
and the honking. Are they in there?

How'd you get this address?

The vet.

Can I come in and see?

They're not your geese.

Well, they might be. I
should come in and check.

What the hell do you want?

Sounds like you're in a bit
of a bind with that bill.

Or maybe you could
mind your own business.

Hey, that's no way
to talk to someone

who's about to offer you a job.

Who are you?

Your new boss, if you
play your cards right.

Listen...

..if I somehow gave
you the impression

that I was... interested
in whatever this is,

let me set the record straight.

I'm not.

I need a consultant.

No thanks.

You're a cop.

Get off my property.

The b*ll*ts in your pocket?
That was pretty shady.

But when the car backfired,

you reached for a g*n
and you didn't hesitate,

which means you have training.

I wanna rent your brain
on a case I'm working.

I need someone who knows
what they're doing.

You pay off that bill,

you make a nice little nest egg
for those geese to keep warm,

and then we're done, you
never have to see me again.

It's a real job.

Real money.

It's a real family too.

Jesus.

Argh.

f*ck.

Hello?!

You took your time.

Your message seemed to suggest
we were meeting at your office.

I'm just wrapping
up another case.

So, you're in then?

We're just having
a conversation.

You want to do that up here?

I prefer to look people in
the eye when I talk to them.

You're welcome to
come in and join me.

I could use your professional
opinion on something.

Well... my professional opinion

is you don't exactly
look like a professional.

But neither are
you, though, right?

The local cop shop's
fully staffed.

You didn't transfer here.

Oh, and... I see a wedding ring.

I see a house that's
not fit for a family.

It's complicated, but obvious.

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

You know what?
This was a mistake.

You can keep that job.

I don't need it.

Oi! If you leave now,

you're condemning me to the
same grisly fate as Reggie!

He got stuck down here too!

Starved to death!

Argh.

Who the hell's Reggie?

So that's your racket?

Lost pets?

Man, you had a
vet shake you down

for a bunch of birds
that don't belong to you.

Pet love is unconditional.

People always pay, which
means I always get paid.

Is that a dead dog in that bag?

Well, they're not gonna
pay for an empty one.

So, this Park thing,

this your first real case?

Two legs, not four?

Here.

So the wife approached you?

Uh-huh. Which is interesting.

Inexplicable.

It's interesting because tattoos
are frowned upon in Korean culture.

They're associated with gangsters,
low status, untrustworthy types.

But she hired YOU?

Well, technically, she hired us.

Oh, no, she didn't.

I'll meet her. That's it.

Hey, I already told her
that we work together.

Don't you go messing my sh*t up.

And if I meet her, I will
question her any way I see fit.

This is pointless. I've
already done the groundwork.

I gave you my notes.

You gave me a stream
of consciousness.

Listen, man, you want to waste her
time double-handling, that's on you.

49 Sapphire Street in
the posh part of town.

Why don't you throw that in the back
of my trunk, I'll ride you back?

Really?

I wasn't expecting an American.

Mm. Have you been
in Australia long?

Uh... Oh, about...

..10 years, I guess.

So it's... home?

It's my wife's home.

And my daughter.

I know that the...

..police have already gone over a
lot of this with you, uh... but...

..it's helpful for us to understand
what kind of ground they've covered

so that we can build on
their existing investigation.

You've done this before?
With your partner?

My partner... Uh...

Actually, that's a
recent... development.

With the police
then? You've retired?

That's right.

Something like that.

Can you think of any place he
might have gone to get away

or maybe some extended
relatives he might visit?

There was nothing
in his calendar.

Jong Min's parents are in
Seoul. Mine are deceased.

How about to blow
off some steam?

He played golf.

Mm. With people from the office?

I'm not sure.

Did you ever play
with him yourself?

Golf is a good walk ruined.

Isn't that what they say?

Yeah.

More of a baseball guy myself.

What was the
financial situation?

Uh... Outstanding debts,
anything like that?

Ah Rah...

I think you guys better go.

Bye.

OK, well, we're going
to your house, right?

My daughter, Ah Rah.

Mm.

Better she go to school
and keep her mind busy.

Yeah.

Good.

We can continue.

Did he have any unusual
pressure at work or...

He thrives under pressure,
but... he WAS exhausted.

All men have their limits.

Not all men can admit when
they've pushed beyond them.

There were things
he didn't tell me.

Things we couldn't talk about.

Well, pardon my
asking, but, uh...

..well...

..were there any
problems in the marriage?

What is your implication?

I'm just trying to get a
picture of Jong Min's, uh...

..personal and private...
Your question is not relevant.

Ah.

If I have offended
you, I apologise.

You haven't.

What do YOU think happened,
if you had to guess?

I don't know.

And it terrifies me.

It would appear she has
finished in the study.

It would.

I think I've taken up
enough of your time today.

Yoon Sun, try to get
some rest and, uh...

..we'll be in touch.

I'll let myself out.

What was that? You're
what, spying on me?

It's an affair. Based on what?

I found this inside an antique
puzzle box in the study.

Back in the day, people
travelling in carriages

used to hide their
valuables inside.

It's still handy to keep
your money and your jewellery

and the address
of a secret lover.

Are you a sane person?

I mean, Ted, if you have
to ask the question...

No, I mean really?

Are you serious about this job?
Those are human beings in there.

Listen to me.

Those golf clubs
have never been used.

Now, are you prepared to
be captivated and bored

at the same time?

Golf swings are as
unique as fingerprints.

No two players have
the same action,

which is why they get
their clubs fitted.

So, a big shot like that, he's
not rocking the generic sh*t.

He is buying custom.

So, wherever he went when he
said he was playing 18 holes,

they ain't the holes
he was playing.

Enough.

What is your theory?

Huh? That's how this works -

you think you have a
motive, who's the suspect?

Alright, well, they're
yet to reveal themselves.

So, your pitch is that Park
came home agitated, withdrawn

and he took off and never
came back because...

..mistress. Or mister.

But it's always an affair.

There is no 'always'. People
are messy. They're impenetrable.

They do all kinds of sh*t for
all kinds of different reasons.

It could be the guy left alone,

or he took a long
walk off a short pier.

Or someone didn't
want him coming home.

So, if he wasn't out
there making love,

maybe he was out
there making enemies.

Look, I'm not sure, but my guess is
we will find them at this address.

That you found in an antique

that could've been
in there for years

before they even
bought the damn thing?

Listen, there is consult
and then there is insult,

and I am only paying you
to do one of those things.

Look, man, you do what you want.

I'll be at 606 Pandanus in
the morning, nine o'clock.

You rig all this stuff yourself?
Touch my sh*t, I break your face.

Don't forget the
address. 606 Pandanus.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, come on.

Kell, don't do that.

Hm.

Came to see Park's
love nest, huh?

I knew you couldn't resist.

Bit of a trek.

I don't do cars.

I also don't do touching.

No touching.

That won't be a problem.

That's rules one and two. I should
have said something yesterday.

No cars, no touching. Fine.

Anything else you
want to tell me?

Just the way the receptionist
at the vet was looking at you.

The way you are with that bike,

you've got a little
routine going on there.

It's not compulsive,
it's orderly.

But you're not.

It tells me that's
a learned behaviour.

Army would have knocked the
strange right out of you,

and, looking at them
tatts, some of them...

..I'm thinking prison.

I k*lled someone when I was 16.

What, manslaughter?

m*rder.

Stone cold.

Well, that's something
you might have mentioned

in our little job
interview yesterday.

Yeah, well, I'm glad
you mentioned it,

'cause that brings me to rule number
three - I don't talk about my past.

Oh, but it's OK to
talk about mine?

Yeah, well, yours is
way more interesting.

Hey...

..we have zero information
about this place, OK?

And neither one of us
is armed in case...

You don't have a g*n?

Do you know anything
about the law?

It's ill*gal to carry a
concealed weapon in this country.

Bet that stings your
star-spangled heart, though.

You've got one, right?

Starting now

I tell you to do something,
you do it, alright?

I'm going to go in.

Anybody comes out that's not
me, do not approach them.

And you can follow me in only
after I give the all-clear, OK?

Yes, yes, yes.

And if anybody
shows up... Yeah.

..I do the talking. OK.

You be quiet.

Jesus!

I told you to stay put.

This isn't Sydney, man.

We've got more tractors up here
than people. There's no-one around.

Oh, I see what you mean.
It's a real love nest.

Maybe not for you, but 50 bucks
says this is still an affair.

Why would you keep a
shed inside a shed?

Same reason you'd keep an address
inside a box in your own home -

because you're hiding something.

Right, bend it in half...

..then twist the two
ends around each other.

Like that? Yeah.

Get f*cked.

The colour of passion.

Just a bunch of fridges.

Shh! Careful - fingerprints.

Shh.

Come on!

Which
way did you come in?

Wait, wait. Shh, shh.

I told you this was something!

And I told you to stay put!

How is this not a good thing?

It means we're on the right
track! What's the problem?!

You!

You're the f*cking problem, OK?

As far as I can tell,
you've got one instinct,

and that's to run
blind and stupid

into sh*t you do not
remotely understand!

If this is because I didn't
follow your directions...

You triggered... the alarm.

f*ck.

OK.

OK, I screwed up. I screwed up.

But, you know, this is... this
is exactly why I need you.

Oh, cut the sh*t, Amanda.

You don't want a consultant.
You want a playmate.

And I didn't sign up for that.

And I sure as sh*t didn't sign
up for getting my head blown off

in a cane field somewhere nobody's
gonna find us till harvest season.

But we don't know if
he had a g*n or not.

Exactly!

Isn't this your thing?

My thing was working with trained
experts, which you're not.

So, please...

..take this to the
police and back off

before you get yourself
or somebody else hurt.

So, what, you've got a bunch of job
offers on the table? A guy like you?

And what kinda guy is that?

You gave the vet a fake name.

Ted Conkaffey-not-Collins.

And what does that say about
you that you would hire me?

It says we're on the same
leaky piece-of-sh*t boat

and I'm throwing you a lifeline.

No, we're not.

We're not even on the
same f*cking planet.

OK?

And I've got a family
to think about.

Yeah, I'm curious about that -

why a guy would spend his
time thinking about his family

instead of, I don't
know, being with them.

Careful.

Mate, you're not
afraid to get shot at.

You're afraid of
looking too close

at another guy who might have
taken off on his wife and kid.

Blind and stupid

into yet another situation that
you do not remotely understand.

Nah, I understand.

I understand you've got a stink
on you that won't wash off.

I was charged with
something I didn't do.

Those charges were dropped
before it even went to trial.

Lucky break.

Wrong.

I wanted to go to trial.

I wanted to be
declared not guilty

because insufficient evidence
implies that there was some evidence.

And you're right - that
sh*t don't wash off.

They knew that I was
gonna be acquitted,

and so the charges went away.

You see how that
works? Just like that!

Along with the only chance that I
was ever gonna get to clear my name.

Eight months...

..they wasted while
I was behind bars,

long enough for the trail to go cold
on the prick who actually did it

to get away.

His victim, she can't
leave the house.

sh*t, she can't sleep alone.

She can't... eat.

And her parents
still think I did it.

My wife...

You don't talk about my family.

That's MY f*cking rule.

OK.

Can we talk?

Sure.

The Coroner's report
came back today.

It hasn't been made
public yet, but...

..they've ruled Lars's
death was a suicide.

Nah, he wouldn't do that.

I know you feel you
knew him, but...

..I intend to accept
those findings.

That's what I need to do now.

For the kids.

For me.

Yeah, but I don't accept them.

And I was coming to see you
because I found this guy...

Amanda...

.. and we're gonna get
this finding overturned,

OK? Enough!

I need you out.

When Lars suggested this,
it was for six months.

It's been almost a year
since you got out of prison.

A month ago now since he...

It's time for you to stand
on your own two feet.

He'd want that for you too.

Yeah, I'll leave tonight.

You don't have to do that.

No, you're right, you're right.
It's... It's time. It's time.

Daisy, come.

f*ck.

Christ.

Did I do something
wrong, Officer?

Licence please, sir.

I'm sorry, I don't
have that on me.

That's an automatic fine.

When was your last roadworthy?

Um... I had it, uh... at the
mechanic about a month ago.

You've come from
interstate? That's right.

If you intend to stay, you'll
need to change your rego over.

I don't.

Intend to stay.

What's your business with,
uh... with Amanda Pharrell?

With respect, uh...

..the answer's in the question -

MY business.

Not if you're meddling in a
police investigation it's not.

I'll run the plates.

So, uh... what's the nature
of your relationship?

I just met her.

I'm just gonna take
a look in the boot.

Is it locked? No.

Lou!

What've you got there?

What's it look like?

It looks like kiddie
bait. Get out of the car.

Yeah, it's a smart move -

head interstate, get as far north
as you can, keep a low profile.

Escape all that, uh...
all that attention.

Only now, of course, you've
gone and got OUR attention.

And if you think that we are
going to take our eyes off a...

..sexual predator...

..who assaults little girls

for a single f*cking moment...

..well, I guess you're
not that smart after all.

If you know who I am, you
know they had no case.

What you did...

..dishonours all cops.

You have a good night...

..Detective.

After a
decade of research,

we are now just one month from
commencing our mining operations.

This laptop and data storage drives
contain sensitive company IP.

I think I've found Park's car.

She is a time b*mb.

I've been out all
night investigating.

What the f*ck have
you been doing, huh?

She'll go off again.

I had her victim on my table.

What can you tell me about that?