01x02 - I'm Sorry

[bunniefuu]

What the hell are
you doing, Lars?

There's a f*cking croc!

I'm trying
to find my husband.

He would not just leave.

Who are you? I
need a consultant.

Get off my property.

You've done this before,
with your partner?

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

I found this.

So, your pitch is that Park took
off and never came back because...

..mistress.

I k*lled someone when I was 16.

m*rder. Stone cold.

You've got one instinct, and
that's to run blind and stupid

into sh*t you do not
remotely understand.

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

..sexual predator...

What you did
dishonours all cops.

So, you're living here now?

What? You don't want a pillow?

If you're nice, I might
even find you a mattress.

You decided to show.

I see those detective
skills are coming along.

You know...

..you might want to get over that
autophobia, or whatever it is,

or we're gonna be
perpetually late.

Autophobia is the
fear of being alone.

So, Dellagua? Bit fancy.

Dellagua's cutting-edge
research and development program,

led by renowned
engineer, Park Jong Min,

is set to launch a
breakthrough technology,

designed to safely
harvest valuable minerals

required in battery production

directly from the sea floor.

Years of testing

and a focus on preserving

the ocean's myriad and
precious life forms

will guarantee
that no marine life

will be endangered
by our activities.

Dellagua cares about
a greener tomorrow.

We care about you.

Now, here at Dellagua,

we are redefining our
relationship with energy -

how to harness it
and how to share it.

And, in our quest to locate and
harvest rare earth minerals,

we are quite literally
set to mine new depths

and pioneer new frontiers.

And, in doing so,

not only will we provide
hundreds of jobs for this region

that we now call home,

but we will ensure that
this community is recognised

for the significant role

it's played in winding back decades
of environmental degradation.

Now to you, our investors,
both local and international,

we offer you our gratitude
for your resounding support.

Thank you.

But this is not about economics.

This is about our future.

And who better to
talk about that future

than Dellagua's trailblazing Head
of Research and Development -

ladies and gentlemen,
Olivia De Grandi!

Thank you.

I was nine years old

when my father first took me
diving on the Great Barrier Reef.

And, because of him, I have made it
my life's work to protect the ocean

but also to recognise the
abundant gifts it offers us

in our search for a
cleaner path forward.

After a decade of research,

we are now just one month

from commencing our
deep-sea mining.

The advances we have made...

sh*t.

Calm your farm. It's not
you they're interested in.

Uh... No, we had a lovely little
chat on the road last night.

Turns out they're real
interested in what you're doing,

which means they're pretty
interested in me too.

..because of you.

Ms De Grandi.

Yes.

Hey! Ted Collins.

Private investigators. We
were hired by Yoon Sun.

I've gold the police
everything I know.

Yeah, we're just working on a little
timeline of Jong Min's whereabouts,

you know, the night
he disappeared.

Wondering if you happened to catch
him on any company security footage?

Maybe, uh...

..he came in after
hours that night?

His access card hasn't
been logged for days.

Ah. The police know this.

So, the head of R and D
and the lead engineer?

You guys must have spent
a lot of time together.

Jong Min is a deeply valued
colleague and friend.

This venture would
never have happened

without him and his expertise.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Um... If we needed to contact you
again, maybe a private number?

That went well.

Well, we know he didn't come
into the office that night.

And she's rattled as hell.

We've got the big bloke with us.

Well, this isn't his patch.

You wanna hop in
there and tell him?

Ugh!

Ohh... Oh, you dirty b*stard!

He's taken someone.

This is all
we f*cking need!

f*ck it!

What are you doing?

We've gotta call the
Rangers, don't we?

No, no, wait.

I don't want that
animal on my conscience.

Da... Dad, we...

Don't we have a responsibility?

I'VE got a responsibility -

looking after this
business, looking after you,

putting food on the table.

You make that call

and the media vultures
will be all over this,

even worse than last time.

Rangers will haul that
croc onto the bank

and saw his guts open.

Place will be
swarming with cameras.

Scare off... the
customers again.

This fella's probably
100 years old.

This is his river. HIS.

He can't help what's
in his nature.

How about we live and let live?

Hm?

OK.

Good boy.

Knock-knock!

Hey.

Is that for one of your dogs?

That's Daisy's bed. I used
to watch her for a mate.

Aha.

So, is this your day job?

It's my side hustle.

All of these yours too?

Uh-huh. Huh.

So, how does the tattooing work out
with the whole 'no touching' thing?

I'm the one with the
g*n. And the gloves.

Ah.

Well, I'm the one
with the coffee.

What've we got here? Oi.

No.

Don't. Right.

What are you doing?

Searching for images of Park around
the time of his disappearance.

CCTV might be limited,

but this is one of the most
photographed regions in the state.

There are tourists everywhere.
Someone must have seen something.

Needle in a haystack.

And what's in the
box? A better idea?

Oh, I figured you were probably
one of the digital scrolling types,

so I picked this up in a second-hand
shop by the coffee joint.

I like to have all my
case photos on a wall

so I can see all
the moving parts.

What else have you got in there?

Ah, I thought, while
you tend to your hay,

I was gonna go check out
that shed again, you know?

See what I can find out about
the surrounding properties there.

Mm.

You want some from
this century, Ted?

Ha.

You didn't drink
your coffee. Here.

I drink black.

Ask and you shall receive.

Oh.

It's f*ck' Pharrell.

What's her problem?

Oi, it's all set up.

f*ck' psycho.

For her birthday, you throw
your mother from a plane?

What'd this woman
do to you? Jeez.

It was her idea. She booked
it without telling anyone.

Obviously we have to see the
footage. My sister sent me down.

Ah, OK, so you wanna
buy her jump video?

Solve the mystery of
the flying mother, huh?

Right, right.

What day? The
11th. This month.

OK.

And what was Mama's name?

It's, uh... Sarah.

Anne.

Liz?

Liz.

We think she used a fake name
so that no-one would stop her.

OK, you know
what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna let you scroll, that's
what I'm gonna do.

You know what I
would like to do?

Cook for you my chilli crab.

You're new in town, huh?

Yeah.

I love it here. It's paradise.

OK, I'll take this one, and anyone
else who jumped on the same flight.

Yeah?!

I think I found Park's car.

Think?

Head back to Crimson Lake.
I'm sending you the location.

It looks like the same colour.

It's a similar shape and size.

Similar? Looks like?

Something off about the
angle. It looks dumped.

You got plates? Nah,
I can't see them.

Where am I going?

It's in the mangroves
off a dirt track.

So, take a left at the river.

It'll take you to Druff's
Adventures. They'll hire you a boat.

It'll be quicker that way.

Howdy!

Help you?

Yeah, I'm trying to get upriver.

I was told you might be the guy
to talk to about a renting a boat.

Sorry, mate. It's our down day.

Got a lot of work to do.

Oh, it'd just be for,
like, an hour or two.

Why do you want to be upriver?

Nothing but mangroves.

Oh, that's fine by me.

I'm a twitcher.

Twitcher? You
know, birdwatcher.

About time someone took an
interest in what's going on here.

Whole place is out of whack.

River's changing.
Crocs are acting up.

People are going troppo.

Yeah. Driven mad by
the tropical heat.

I can pay cash.

Throw in a little extra if you
give me your off-sider as a guide.

Say 100 bucks.

He's got work to do.

$150.

$300.

$175.

$250.

If you want the kid.

Keep your eyes on
the horizon, right?

Hey, you're a friend of
that Park girl, aren't ya?

Actually, I'm not much
of a birdwatcher, I...

I've been asked to look into
her father's disappearance.

Her mom hired me.

I'd like to help them.

I bet you'd like to
do that too, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, if I can.

Yeah, so what do you
make of Ah Rah's dad?

You notice anything odd
about his recent behaviour?

Is he, uh...

Anything off?

I never met her Dad.

She didn't want that.

Why's that?

I don't know.

The guy was a bit
strict, I guess.

Where does Ah Rah think her dad ran
off to? You guys talk about that?

Not really.

We're all just trying to
keep her mind off it until...

Why's that? Well, you
know, until he comes back.

Hey, this might take a while.

You mind sticking around and
running me back when I'm done?

Yep.

Alright.

Great.

Agh! Jesus Christ.

Son of a b*tch!

sh*t! sh*t!

sh*t!

Goddammit.

Argh.

Argh!

Useless.

Hey.

It's Park's car.

Is he...

Was he in there?

Yeah, there's no body.

OK, I'll, uh...
I'll head down now.

Don't worry about it.

We have to notify
the authorities,

and as soon as they get here
they're gonna lock us out.

So...

..you wanna make the call to
your biggest fan or should I?

Nah, you're already down
there. You can do it.

Hey...

..nice work.

Hello?

There's a lot of tracks.

Yeah, we're
gonna be here for a while.

We're gonna need the dog.

Milbee, you with me?

Yeah, boss, I'll call it in.

Milbee to base. We're
gonna need the dog.

Copy that,
Milbee. Organising the dog now.

I wanna know exactly what you
did from the moment you got here.

What you touched, what you saw.

Door was open. Uh...

Key was in the
ignition, 'on' position.

Battery was dead.
Headlights were on.

And I, uh...

I popped the trunk.

That's it.

I could have you for
interfering with a crime scene.

Well, I was just
doing my civic duty,

uh... making sure nobody was
injured or trapped, Your Honour.

Do you have any idea...

..who you're working with?

Did you do any research on that,
uh... on that partner of yours?

I know who she is.

And I know she served her time.

That girl's a ticking time b*mb.

She'll go off again.

And if you're the one standing
next to her when it happens,

I can live with that.

But chances are it's gonna be
someone who didn't deserve it.

Boss, croc tracks.
Looks like a monster.

Then get out of
the f*ck' water!

You can piss off.

He hit the bend here.

Yeah.

There's some deep skid marks. He
must have been going pretty fast.

Or drunk.

Or drunk, yeah.

Uh...

Well, he goes headfirst
into the mangroves.

Hit pretty hard, but no sign of
blood or injury that we can tell.

This is interesting.

Park didn't try to reverse out.

There's no spinning tyre marks.

Nothing.

Could he have gotten out?

It's unlikely, but, the
point is, he didn't try.

What's that tell ya?

Uh... That there was no time.

That he was running
from something

or TO something.

Well, if there were any footprints
around, the rain took care of those.

Mm.

It's Korean.

Go on, tell me.

It says, "I'm sorry."

What the hell is that?

Nice and slow.

Back it up.

They shouldn't be
here. They insisted.

Well, you should have bloody
talked them out of it, Carrie.

Well, this is a bit of
a c*ck-up, isn't it?

I am not in the mood, Val.

Understandable. Family coming to
identify a non-identifiable lump.

How long for DNA?

See if I can do you a favour.

Six hours.

Six hours is a favour?

sh*t.

I'm sorry, but, uh... you coming
here is a little premature.

I wish to view my
husband's body.

I understand, but it's
not possible at this time.

We can't be sure... that
that IS your husband.

You have other missing persons?

Please.

The, uh...

The remains that we recovered

exclude the possibility of
physical identification.

We'll need to rely on DNA

for a definitive ID.

We'll need a sample from an
item belonging to your husband.

A hairbrush, a toothbrush.

I will make the
identification now.

You take me to him.

If you'd be willing to
look at some photographs,

it might assist us
in a preliminary ID.

We have an item of clothing.

This is all you have?

I don't understand.

We believe a crocodile
was involved.

Leave her.

Yes, Harry, I know,

there's a grieving family
behind every damned request.

Yes. Single malt. Irish.

But I'd better have the
report in four hours.

It... It would have been quick.

He would have bled out from
the injury within minutes.

Long before that,

neuralgic shock would have taken
away all feeling, all pain.

Where's the rest of him?

Best not to think about that.

Mrs Park?

Just one last thing.

I understand you've engaged
private investigators?

Suggests you don't have
a lot of faith in us,

and I am hoping that
we can rectify that.

But I strongly suggest that you
sever ties with those people.

Interference like that can
compromise evidence, witnesses...

They found the car, Detective.

You think it was a
goodbye note on Park's car?

Mm.

We'd have to verify
the handwriting.

Took you all of two
minutes to Google it.

Somebody else could have
done the same damn thing.

According to the Coroner,
he wouldn't be the first.

First what?

Suicide by crocodile.

Oh, come on. That's where
you're going with this?

Two men, one whose death has already
been framed that way by the Coroner,

and another one that's about to
be as soon as the rumours start.

But we've got no idea how Park
came into contact with that animal.

And, from what I understand, about
a dozen witnesses watched this guy,

Lars Hansen,

swim right into the mouth
of one of the damned things.

He didn't k*ll himself.

Two men with good
jobs, families,

no business being
down by the river,

end up in the belly of a
croc less than a month apart?

That feel right to you?

Ah. Different men.

Different circumstances.

Yeah, or maybe we're just not
seeing the connection yet.

Lordy Lord, back again.

Jeez, can't you stay on your
side of the fence? Go on!

Go on, back you
go.

Can I help you?

Yeah, you could actually, yeah,

if you kept your geese
penned overnight.

sh*t, I'm so sorry.

They've been gathering under
my window for rowdy debates.

Let me get that. They
like to sh*t everywhere.

Sorry.

Come here! I'm Eve.

Uh... Hey! I'm Ted.

This is me. Hey.

I didn't run it aground, if
that's what you're thinkin'.

No, it's not what I was, uh...

Come on!

OK.

Hey! Sorry.

Are you new to this
then? Country living?

OK. Go on!

Right, OK.

That's, uh...
Alright, come here.

Come on!
Come on! Come on! Agh!

Hey! There you go!

There we go, little cuties.

Sorry.

No worries. Welcome to the
neighbourhood, such as it is.

Uh...

I'm, uh...

I'm heading to Shark Bar tomorrow
night with a few mates for a beer,

if you wanna join us.

No pressure. Just a
beer, talking some sh*t.

Ah, I've got a little
work to do, but if I can.

OK, offer's there.

OK, Lilly, swimming bag and
towel. Come on, let's go.

Hi. Hey!

It's chaos this afternoon.

Oh.

Is everything alright?

Well, you tell me
if everything's OK.

I, uh...

What happened to you yesterday?

Look, I'm sorry,

it was swimming carnival, she
was exhausted, she was asleep.

I didn't want to wake her.

Next time just sh**t
me a text or something

so I know you're alright.

Is it Daddy?

Hey-hey-hey!

Got your goggles?

Dad! Who the heck is that?!

Do I know you?

Two minutes and
we're in the car.

I think that's time enough for a
little surprise. What do you think?

Yeah.

Alright, close those eyes.

Close 'em.

We ready? Now, and...

..open 'em.

Ohh! He's so cute!
What's his name?

I left that job for you.

What do you think?

Hmm...

Boats?

Boats?

Corky?

Corky?

Gadget!

No!

Almond!

Oh, see
that? I think he likes that.

Yeah.

Dad, guess what - I won my
freestyle and backstroke.

Wow! See?

And they put your
name on them too, huh?

So you like that
new school, do ya?

Alright, sweetie, say goodbye.

Bye, Dad. Bye, Almond!

Bye, baby.

OK, you...

You... Uh-uh! Take it easy.

Jesus, Kelly,

you planning on telling
me that anytime soon?

You changed your name.

That's...

That's my name.

And all that sh*t from
the past few months

would have followed us around.

Listen, I think I made
the right decision.

It's a decision we should have
made together. That's my point.

I'm a single parent
at the moment,

and there's gonna be a lot of
decisions that I need to just...

No, don't throw that at me.

We both decided that it was best for
me to go away for a little while.

Any idea when you might
be wanting to come home?

An indication that
you are moving forward

so I know that I've got
something to rely on?

What the hell does
that even mean?

OK, she's waiting...

Yeah. ..and I've gotta go.

What are
you looking at?

See?

Reliable.

Almond!

Your mom's gonna be pissed.

What are you doing here?

Come here.

What
the hell are you doing, Lars?

sh*t!

Get the anchor up!

Get out of the water, you
idiot!

Lars! There's a f*cking croc!

Croc!

What?

What the hell are you doing,
Lars?

sh*t!

Get the anchor up!

Get out of the water, you idiot!

Lars! There's a
f*cking croc! Mm. No.

Croc!

Ohh!

Ask
me what I'm looking at.

What?

Ask me what I'm looking at.

Not tonight, Amanda.

Because if you were to ask
me, I'd have to tell you...

..literally nothing.

Nothing. Everything's
been cleared out.

Let's talk about it in the
morning, huh? Goodnight.

Yoon Sun.

I appreciate you seeing me,

especially at this hour
and... in these circumstances.

How is Ah Rah?

Do you have children?

Jong Min talked about her a lot.

About both of you.

I am happy to know that.

He also spoke of
how hard it was.

His long hours and
how that could...

..be for a family.

I'm sorry to do this now,

but I thought it would
be better if it were me

instead of someone
you didn't know.

I've been asked to retrieve
Jong Min's electronic devices -

his laptop and data
storage drives.

The police took his laptop.

Storage drives, I don't know.

They might still
be in his office.

Would you mind if
we take a look?

Would you like a drink? I'm making
a gin and tonic with a twist.

Oh, that's good
for me. Thank you.

Oh!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, a couple of hard
drives, that's all.

You know what? I actually
might pass on that drink.

Thanks. I'm expected
back at work.

But, um... another time.

Jesus.

b*stard, come on.

No.

No!

What we have to
ask ourselves, Ted,

is why has everything been
moved out of the shed?

Your persistence is admirable

but it's also f*cking annoying

when you have no
respect for boundaries.

Boundaries? Yeah!

Like right here. Now.

Like my house. At this hour.

Have you got something
better to be doing?

Out.

What good is a private investigator
restrained by boundaries?

Someone knew we'd
been in that shed.

What are you doing?

Whoever was at the other end of
that security camera, they knew,

and they're worried
about what we saw.

Where the fridges were.

Where the camera was.

Nothing.

Where the f*ck did it all go?

Maybe they got a new tenant.

Maybe they're
harvesting it for parts.

Maybe...

..they just decided to tear
the whole f*ck' thing down

and grow more cane.

Park is connected to that shed.

That is not a coincidence.

I'm not disagreeing with you.

I'm saying...

..there's a time and a place.

Two men, two crocs.
Also not a coincidence.

That's what I'm interested in.

Who's Lars Hansen?

To you?

He's a friend when
no-one else was.

Mm-hm.

So Park's just a
trial run, is that it?

You're gonna work up your
hours and learn a few tricks

and then move on to the case that
you really give a sh*t about.

What's wrong with that? Nothing.
If you do the job right.

But if you're taking
Yoon Sun's money

and your plan is to
run her out the door...

Did I say that?

..with that some half-assed
detective work...

Half-arsed?!

I've been out all
night investigating.

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

We're gonna do this tomorrow.

In the daylight.

Between 9:00 and 5:00

like two professionals who work
together, which is all we are.

Boundaries.

You know how your man died. He
walked into a f*cking crocodile.

Yeah, and I need to retrieve
whatever's inside that croc's guts

to confirm that.

You know they eat
rocks, don't ya?

Intentionally.

So their digestive
system can crush bones.

What do you think
you're gonna find?

This is the big
bloke's territory.

You know, I reckon there'd
be a different story

if your Charlie was inside him.

You don't even know if this
is the croc that did it.

Well, then I'll keep sh**ting
until I get the right one.

Over there! I see him.

I need a bucket.

A clean one.

Put the entire
stomach sac in there.

Milbee, put the bloody
tarp up, will ya?

Hey! Yoon Sun's here.

I wanted to thank you
for all that you've done.

Yoon Sun, we don't
have to do this here.

We can meet at your home
or we can set a time...

It is fine.

It seems clear that my husband
has taken his own life.

We don't know that.

I do.

He would never be out here,

not in that car,
not at that hour,

unless he had a reason.

Jong Min cannot swim.

And now my daughter and I have
to live with his decision.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

If there's anything
else we can do...

This is not a severance payment.

There still remains
the question of why.

I want that question answered.

I'll sort ya out! Yeah...

Whisky. Make it a double.

Hello?!

Ingrid?!

Hey, Daisy. Let's
take off that collar.

Go!

Come here! Good girl!

Drop!

Go! Go!

Good girl!

Good girl!

You miss Lars.

I miss him too.

I'm curious about
you, Mr Conkaffey.

Can I help you with something?

I'm not trying to
chase you out of town.

Haven't got the knees for it.

When I was starting out,

there was a woman on my slab.

16 grandchildren.

Autopsy was a mere formality.

It was clearly a homicide.

Only surprise was
who k*lled her -

one of her mules.

You see, the poor little
grandmother was a drug lord.

Red phosphorus on the fingertips

and corrosion blisters inside
the lungs gave her away.

Most people are only interested
in the surface of a thing.

But, in my line of work, that's
not where the truth lives.

If you want to get to that,

you've got to dig through
the layers of blood and sh*t.

So what has this
got to do with me?

I got to read the forensic
report on your case.

No need to know how.

Whoever hurt that little girl
didn't get away unscathed.

You said 'whoever'?

I did.

She scratched at her
attacker for dear life.

Not a mark on you.

Yeah.

They... tried to explain that.

They said that, because
I was a detective,

I would have...

..been prepared.

So you wore a
turtleneck with gloves?

Ski mask?

Beekeeper's suit?

You must have really
pissed someone off.

Thank you.

For saying that.

You're interested
in Park's death?

I...

..was hired by the widow.

Yeah.

Anything you can share with me?

You know it's ill*gal for me
to discuss an ongoing case.

How about an old one?

Lars Hansen.

Didn't find much.

What DID you find?

Metal plate. From a hip injury.

That's how we ID'd him.

Being from a hip bone, I guess you
could conclude that he was dead.

But Park... just a leg?

Nice try.

The Coroner...

..ruled Lars's death as suicide.

About as inconvenient and
unpredictable a method

as you could get.

Mm.

So Park would have been
pretty damn unlucky to...

..stumble into croc
territory that night.

Or lucky.

If suicide by croc
is what you're after.

Mm.

So what do you think
happened to Lars Hansen?

Without a body to analyse...

..I have to keep an open mind.

That goes for Park too.

There was nothing in
that animal's gut sac.

Of course, Damford could
have shot the wrong croc.

Right.

You're working with
Amanda Pharrell on this?

Were you around back then
when she was arrested?

I had her victim on my table.

What can you tell me about that?

Lauren Freeman.

17 years old, promising athlete.

They were classmates.

She breathed her last

in the backseat of a rusted car,

stabbed to death
by your partner.

12 times.

If you're a pilot,

you crash into the side of a
mountain or into the ocean.

You don't play a game
of chicken with a croc.

They take a chunk of you and
then they come back for more.

Every single person associated
with Park Jong Min is right here,

which is why we need to be.

No, she wasn't hurt.
She was slaughtered.

Pharrell's never said a word.

You wanted motive? I
just gave you three.

Sometimes it's just not so obvious
why a person does what they do.

Get out.

I'm the antichrist.