(birds squawking)
(finger tapping, feedback squealing)
(Stuart) Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Dolphin Cove.
My name is Stuart Granger, president
of the Dolphin Cove Surf Club,
and it is my honour to welcome you
all to Dolphin Cove Main Beach
to compete for this,
the Stirling Cup.
(cheering and applause)
I now declare
this year's surf carnival
open!
(bell clanging, crowd cheering)
Good luck, everyone!
So I've got a two o'clock
in Hillside Circuit.
You'll be back in time
to present the cup?
Angel, wouldn't miss it
for the world.
I love you.
Why wouldn't you?
And, Becky, clean up the sand
out there.
Ah.
G'day, mate.
How you going?
She's a beauty, right?
(man)
Yeah. Nah. She's nice.
Wait till you see inside.
(man)
Yeah.
(whistle blowing, crowd cheering)
One, two, three.
Pull! Pull!
Pull!
(man on loudspeaker)
Clear the water, please.
The girls' under-16 surf ski
commencing in five minutes.
Pull! Pull!
Pull! Pull!
Body in the water!
Body in the water!
(crowd shouting)
(theme music playing)
(man on radio) It's a beautiful day
in sunny Dolphin Cove,
and this is your DC-FM
public-service announcement
to get your togs on, folks,
because Stirling Point is
(man)
First time in Dolphin Cove?
Sure.
(man) Feel like I've seen you
somewhere before.
No.
Yeah. Well, it's a
beautiful time to visit.
Although it's always beautiful here.
Paradise, if you ask me.
I'm on the phone here.
Right.
Hello.
It's DI Clarke.
- I need you to put me through to
- Clarke?
Mackenzie Clarke?
- Oh!
- I knew it was you!
Uh, what are you doing?
Oi!
What are you doing?
Get out.
What?
Can you just hang on a tick?
I am a paying customer.
I can't believe you came back
after what you did.
Get out.
I tried to warn them about you.
I told everybody on the day,
but they wouldn't listen to me.
Oh, yes.
You're very perceptive, Trevor.
Smarter than everyone.
You can't just leave me here.
It's three K into town.
Not my problem.
What about professional standards?
What about driver's ethics?
What about manners?!
You still there?
Ugh!
(mid-tempo music playing)
(music continues)
(music slows, continues)
(music continues)
Hello?
Hello?
Cheers, Mum.
(birds squawking, waves breaking)
Mm!
(down-tempo music playing)
(Cartwright)
m*rder.
Because of
The knife in his back?
Mm.
First one?
Nah. Done loads.
At the Academy.
Case histories.
But it's no different to
investigating a robbery, is it?
Oh, except somebody's dead.
That's a difference.
Hard to disagree, Felix.
Hard to disagree.
- Boss.
- Hey.
- Oh, boy.
- Mm.
Did you have a chat
with Susan Stirling?
She said Stuart had
a 2 p.m appointment
at 3 Hillside Circuit
with a buyer.
Grant Edgar.
I'm meeting with him there.
- Okay.
- Mm-hm.
I'm gonna get on to HQ,
tell them to send
down a detective.
We We don't need
another detective.
Oh, Colin.
When, uh, Dolphin Cove royalty
washes up on the shore break,
I think we need
a senior detective.
I'm sorry.
And you know it.
Night, Constable.
(down-tempo music playing)
I want to talk to him about renting
it out as soon as humanly possible.
(woman) He can't come to the phone.
I'm so sorry.
(flies buzzing)
He had an appointment,
and then
Oh, look.
Honestly.
Can you just pull yourself together
and tell me
Where was his last appointment?
(Cartwright) So, Stuart Granger was
showing you through the property?
(Grant)
Yeah, yeah.
Just looking for something a bit
bigger for when I have the kids.
Stuart thought it'd be a good fit,
so
- It's your first time here?
- Yeah.
What time did you leave?
Uh, I think about 3.
Uh maybe just before.
Did Stuart leave with you?
Uh, no.
I left him here.
He said he'd lock up.
(Cartwright)
Did you know him well?
Oh, you know, I'd seen him around.
I help out at the surf club.
He's the president, so
So you and Stuart were friends?
Well, I wouldn't say that.
I mean, I hardly see him these days.
And where is he now?
Sorry.
Um, you you can't be here.
- Who are you?
- Colin Cartwright.
Detective Senior Constable
Colin Cartwright.
Where's Stuart Granger?
Thank you, Grant uh, Mr Edgar.
We'll be in touch
if we need to talk to you again.
Sure. Okay.
Sorry.
(down-tempo music playing)
Um, Stuart Granger is unavailable.
He's dead.
That's why his receptionist
was crying.
And you're a detective,
so it wasn't natural causes.
m*rder*d, then.
Sorry. Who are you?
Because this is official
police business.
Mackenzie Clarke, Detective
Inspector, Metropolitan Police.
Oh.
London.
Um, welcome to Dolphin Cove.
But you still can't be in here.
No techs.
No crime-scene guys.
He wasn't found here.
Where, then?
- I'm not at liberty
- Oh, I'll find out anyway.
On the beach.
But he was last seen here
with that guy, Grant Edgar.
So when did he
(music continues)
Have you got the footage?
We're waiting on the security
company to send over the rest.
You can watch it.
Professional courtesy.
Then you got to go.
- Are they the victim's?
- Left on the bench.
But he was found in the water?
Drowned?
S-Still unclear.
Uh, front door, back door.
Stuart with Grant Edgar.
Speed it up.
Grant Edgar leaving, 2:59.
What time was the body found?
Ooh.
Uh, around 4.
What? We're past 4.
We should have seen him come out.
He didn't leave.
Any other exits?
All bolted from the inside.
Windows. Doors.
- (latch clicks)
- Checked them all.
So he can't have used
any of them.
He didn't use any of the exits.
So he never left the house.
But if he never left the house,
how did he end up on the beach,
two K's away, dead?
I appreciate your input,
but we're done now.
Stuart's?
W-We'll go through it.
A place like this, it's not cheap.
What's Grant, a mechanic?
Uh, he didn't
Grease under his fingernails.
Pay attention.
So a mechanic comes to see a house
that he probably can't afford,
walks out,
and leaves Stuart behind.
- Dead?
- Then how did he get into the water?
- Alive, then?
- (door closes)
Then how did he get into the water?
It doesn't make sense.
(woman)
Mackenzie Clarke!
(down-tempo music playing)
I was looking for Stuart Granger.
To rent Mum's house out.
And when you found out this was
a potential crime scene,
you turned around and went home?
I I did try and tell her that.
Yeah.
Obviously not.
Obviously not.
So what about
we try doing that now?
And, Mackenzie?
Turn your brain off for this one.
We've got all the help we need.
(music continues)
Check his lungs.
(line ringing)
(mobile buzzing)
I'm sorry.
The person you've
(down-tempo music playing)
Ugh!
(mobile ringing)
Strong.
Why not?
Oh, come on, Bryce.
You promised me last night
you'd find someone.
I have tried everybody.
There's no one else.
(flies buzzing)
(Clarke)
Ew!
(Strong) Yeah, they're a real menace
around the water.
Your mum gone?
Few days ago.
Thought I was coming back
to see her,
but turns out she's on
an artist's pilgrimage.
Unlikely to return.
An artist's pilgrimage?
Hm.
When I called her, she said she was
"following the stars and her heart."
Now I have to rent the place out
for her.
Sounds about right.
So now, instead of a reunion,
I'm cleaning the house out.
How long you staying?
Till this is done.
Want to hold that out?
(flies buzzing)
- Oh yuck.
- Oh!
Oh. And
So detective inspector in London.
Mm.
I imagine you can't take
too much time off.
Not really, no.
Oh, small-talk. k*ll me.
Look.
This is the sit-rep, Mackenzie, okay?
We've got Stuart Granger washing up
on the beach yesterday afternoon,
and the powers that be cannot spare
a senior detective
with homicide experience.
- And I need one.
- Me?
Well would have thought
that you owed me a favour.
Sorry.
But I told you I'm not staying.
Very heavy caseload back in London.
Oh, well.
Just have to find someone else
to figure out
how Stuart Granger got in the water.
Did he drown? No.
No.
- Not my case.
- Stabbed. In the back.
Knife still in the blazer.
- How much blood on his clothes?
- Yeah, it's a real mystery.
(mid-tempo music playing)
Wait, wait, wait.
You need to figure out
how he got out of the
You just enjoy your stay,
Mackenzie.
(music continues)
(engine cranking)
(clanking)
(engine cranking)
(engine revs)
(music continues)
(tyres screeching)
(music slows, continues)
You just gonna stand there?
Come on.
You remember where everything is.
Constable Felix Wilkinson,
this is Detective Inspector
Mackenzie Clarke,
Metropolitan Police, London.
Mackenzie used to have your job.
Why'd you leave?
Uh, that's not pertinent,
Constable.
Yep.
Okay. Statement's done.
Forensics under way.
Let's crack on, team.
And hello.
Uh, Colin, you remember
Detective Inspector Clarke.
She'll be assisting us.
Temporarily.
Okay.
Can we have a quick chat?
No.
Where's the button?
His blazer. It's missing a button.
What happened to it?
Well, I've made a start.
- I'll just
- No.
Well
- You don't mind.
- Oh, I just It's
Yep.
Yeah, that's fine.
Okay.
To recap
At about 4 p.m. yesterday,
Stuart Granger,
iconic Dolphin Cove
real-estate agent,
washed ashore on Main Beach.
Where did he go into the water?
Could have been
(switch clicking)
anywhere.
Uh, dozens of tracks
through the scrub.
Four or five car parks,
about 50 K's of coastline.
(knocking on door)
(woman) I know you're in there.
I can see your cars.
(knocking continues)
- (door opens)
- (woman) Thank you.
I don't know why you don't give me
a pass.
There's an entrance right there.
I'm not coming in the front
with the rubes.
Come on.
Bugger me!
If it isn't Mackenzie Clarke!
- Ms Rocco? I m Oh.
- Oh!
So good to have you back!
Oh!
- Temporarily.
- Ah.
Why Why are you
Oh, I'm retired now, honey.
Yeah, I gave the teaching away
and bringing my wisdom
to the streets.
But you're not a you're not a
you're not a
- No.
- You're not a police officer?
Unofficially, I guess I am.
Uh, officially she is not.
She's a volunteer in policing.
These guys are obsessed
with titles.
It's the same thing in the end.
It's not the same thing at all.
Well, I'm not an instrument
for institutional oppression,
- like some.
- Yesterday you wanted a g*n.
Anyway, the victim's last known
location was 3 Hillside Circuit.
I've got his messages
from his mobile provider.
He sent this the other day.
"She knows about us,
and she's fuming.
We need to meet."
(Wilkinson)
That wasn't in his phone.
He deleted it after
he sent it to Becky Hayden.
Well, who's Becky Hayden?
She's a waitress
at the Surf Club.
And she always takes your drink
before you're done.
- Affair?
- People have k*lled for less.
Felix, Reggie, knock on doors
in Hillside Circuit.
See if anyone saw
or heard anything.
I'll talk to Susan Stirling again.
Uh, DI Clarke? Uh
you come with me, I guess.
(door closes)
(down-tempo music playing)
(Cartwright) Can you tell me where
you were between 3 and 4 p.m.?
Between 3 and 4?
I was on a run.
- Where?
- In the bush, at Serene Pass.
Didn't they close that?
Well, council don't tell me
where I can and can't go.
So, you didn't stay
to watch the carnival?
I was only gone a short while.
Did you go anywhere near
the Hillside Circuit House?
No.
That was Stuart's listing.
Both your pictures are on the board.
Both our pictures are on every board.
Still, I I never went there.
Lots of Stirlings.
My ancestors, Mackenzie.
- Mm.
- Survivors of the shipwreck
who swam ashore
and were the first
to make their lives in what
we now know as Dolphin Cove.
Except for the people who were here
thousands of years before them.
You never worried about anyone
liking you,
did you, Mackenzie Clarke?
Did you know that Stuart was having
an affair with Becky Hayden?
- (down-tempo music playing)
- The waitress?
Yes, I did.
Stuart told Becky you were "fuming."
I'm sure that's what he told Becky,
but yes,
we had a conversation about it
and he ended it with her.
Just like that?
He agreed that the Stirling name,
our legacy,
was too important for him
to jeopardise our marriage.
Thank you, Mrs Stirling.
(music continues)
(Reggie) How could no one on
the whole street have seen anything?
And that bloke?
What a whinger.
So someone knocked over
your letterbox, mate.
How is that a police problem?
Well, it was intact yesterday
morning when he got the paper.
So?
Someone knocked it over
between then and now.
Around the same time you heard
a motorbike.
Uh, a yellow one, by the look
of the paint on the letterbox.
See, that's the thing
about Dolphin Cove these days.
See, there was a time if
your letterbox got knocked over,
Shane from next door would
come round with a bit of timber.
And you might have
some concrete in your shed,
and an hour yakka, job done,
you'd have a few drinks
and we'd all end up in the hot tub.
These places now,
they're all weekenders.
They don't even know their
neighbours to say hello to,
let alone have a thing
with their wife.
- Hm.
- Sorry. Whose wife?
You just mind your business,
sticky beak.
(down-tempo music playing)
So, Becky, did you leave
the surf club at all?
Just to go to the shops.
How long were you and
Stuart Granger having an affair?
What?
It wasn't an affair.
I'm not with anyone anymore, so
And Stuart being married
to Susan doesn't count?
Hardly.
I mean, we we were in love.
So you must have been
heartbroken when he dumped you.
- Angry, even.
- He didn't dump me.
He couldn't wait to get away
from Susan and move in with me.
Unh-unh-unh.
So why didn't he?
She made him sign
some sort of prenup
that, if they get a divorce,
he doesn't get any
of the Stirling money.
If that's really the case, then
why would he risk it all for you?
Because she's pregnant.
There's a hair tie on the button.
It's cheaper than maternity pants.
So one of them is a woman scorned.
If it's Becky,
she's pregnant and abandoned.
If it's Susan, she's a loyal wife
left for a younger woman.
- Both have potential motives.
- Yeah.
But according to the CCTV,
neither of them went anywhere near
the house
if he was even k*lled
in the house.
Either way, how was he found
dead in the water two K's away?
It doesn't make sense.
- It will.
- Well, it doesn't feel like it.
(engine cranking)
It has to.
It happened.
What's this for?
(birds chirping)
(line ringing)
- Mooney!
- (Clarke) Don't hang up.
I'm actually at work.
Yes, obviously.
What's the situation?
Is there gonna be an enquiry?
Uh, no.
I'm pretty happy
with my mobile plan at the moment.
What?
More data than I could ever need.
Thank you.
(Clarke)
You can't talk. Got it.
I need to know
Uh, I don't think I'll be making
a decision in the near future.
(Clarke)
When, then?
Um, I'd say it would be
a matter of months.
Months?
How many?
No need to call me back.
Tell you what.
I'll ring you when my contract is up.
Should have a better idea by then.
Got it.
Do you have any idea
which way it's gonna go?
Uh, it's hard to say.
Listen. I'm pretty busy here, so
- No, no, no. Don't hang up.
- Please don't call me again.
- Take me off your call list.
- No. Don't go!
Ugh!
Telemarketers.
(knock on door)
It's open!
(door closes)
So we finally got
the rest of the footage.
- Oh, my giddy aunt.
- I know.
Got to get it all to the op shop.
This is your house?
It's my mum's.
- You can see it from the surf.
- Mm-hm.
Did you know there's a lady who
bathes out the back naked sometimes?
Also my mum.
So you grew up here
and you chose to move to London?
- In a manner of speaking.
- I don't understand that.
From the moment I stepped foot
here, I never wanted to leave.
Everyone knows everyone
in Dolphin Cove.
- Do you know what I mean?
- Mm. Yes.
Have we heard from
the forensic accounting team
about the victim's finances?
Uh, that's me.
I'm the "forensic accounting team."
I'll get onto that tomorrow.
Autopsy report, then?
Uh, tomorrow, probably.
Oh yeah, no rush.
We don't have everything
at our fingertips, like in London.
We're a small
coastal police station,
and we do the best we can
for our community,
a community that I've loved
from the minute I moved here.
Anyway, we did get the previous
week's Hillside Circuit footage.
So we're not completely useless.
Thanks.
I'll look at it now.
It's like 200 hours of footage.
- A hundred and sixty-eight.
- Huh?
Hours in the week.
I'm only gonna skim it.
Leave you to it.
Good night, then.
I'll chase up those
financial statements
first thing in the morning.
(door closes)
(down-tempo music playing)
- (tapping)
- Other door!
(music continues)
(door closes)
Beautiful out there.
Never made it for a surf.
Regretting it already.
The water looks magic.
(birds crying)
Anyway, um, tech guys went over
the Hillside Circuit house.
No blood, no hair,
no evidence of anything.
- Well, k*ller could have cleaned up.
- No sign of that either.
Looks like Stuart wasn't k*lled
in the house at this stage.
Uh, long black?
I guessed.
I don't drink it.
How do you function
this early without it?
Wait.
Have you
Have you been watching that
all night?
Yeah.
Sometimes I get started on a case,
and then my brain, it just
tka-tka-tka
Look at this.
It's from a week ago.
(Cartwright)
He's coming out the house?
(Clarke)
Three or four times.
What's he doing?
No idea.
He does it out the back as well.
All the time,
he's glued to his phone.
Well, for something more concrete,
Glenn's got early pathology for us.
Glenn Strong?
As in the boss's son, yeah.
Well, I I'm sure you can manage.
I've got to get a load
of Mum's stuff to the op shop.
Really?
I thought you'd want to be
across everything
(mid-tempo music playing)
(doorbell buzzes,
dog barking in distance)
Frankie!
Frankie!
Hello, Frankie!
Hello!
Where's Glenn?
Where's Glenn?
(music slows, continues)
Sorry, mate.
Got on a bit of a roll.
Didn't see you out there
this morning.
I'm not really not really
good enough for the bigger waves.
It's not about being good.
It's about being in the water.
- I know. I know.
- And you are good.
You've come a long way
in a short time.
You should be proud.
Right.
Shall we get stuck in?
(Cartwright)
Here, Frankie. Come on.
Good girl.
(dog panting)
He was stabbed.
No surprises there.
Knife looks like it went into
the right lung.
I'll know more
when I get him opened up.
Just waiting for him
to get back from the CT scanner.
Then I'll start the autopsy.
Any estimate of time?
Water makes it tricky.
Our window is between 3 and 4 p.m.
Nothing here suggests otherwise.
Dead end. Generic kitchen knife.
Find it anywhere.
No prints.
- Missing a button.
- I know.
I've got a DI from London
supposedly helping me,
and she's mentioned that button.
Mackenzie Clarke?
You know her?
Yeah.
So you know what she's like, then?
- Not winning many friends?
- Not really trying.
Sounds about right.
If it, uh, helps, she's brilliant.
And a good person, deep down.
How deep?
Most people don't get there.
Know anyone who has?
I do, actually.
Oh, there's something about him
in the depths of my memory.
Maybe you taught him.
No.
I remember everyone I've taught.
Over 40 years?
Sure.
"The Worst Day of my Life,"
by Felix Wilkinson.
'When I was 11 years old,
"I lost my generation-1
Optimus Prime."
- Okay. Okay. Okay. I believe you.
- "And the g"
You remember everyone.
Progress?
Uh, the neighbour heard a motorbike.
Scrape of yellow paint
on the letterbox.
So I'm checking regos for yellow
motorbikes in Dolphin Cove.
And?
Nothing so far.
(Strong)
You got anything?
Stabbed, obviously.
Nothing on the knife.
Time of death most probably
still between 3 and 4.
Tracks with what Grant told us.
Okay.
Where's Mackenzie?
Hey, um
is there anything going on
between DI Clarke and Glenn Strong?
No.
'Cause they both got weird
about each other this morning.
Oh, well, I mean, unless you count
her leaving him at the altar
six years ago, flying to London,
and never speaking to him again.
Got it.
Yellow motorbike.
Hang on.
- She was engaged to Glenn?
- Mm-hm.
- Her?
- Yeah.
- With him?
- Mm-hm.
The boss was gonna be
her mother-in-law?
I can hear you.
We're not finished with this.
Yellow motorbike.
Go.
Registered to a Zayne Wyatt.
What do we know about him?
(Wilkinson) He has an impressive
record of violent assaults.
And he has the same address
as Becky Hayden.
(mid-tempo music playing)
(birds chirping)
(door rattling)
Hello?
(woman)
Hello?
- Are you open?
- (woman) Not yet.
It's 11:30.
Mackenzie Clarke.
(Wilkinson) The bike's the same
yellow as the paint on the letterbox.
(Reggie)
Mm.
(Cartwright)
Zayne Wyatt?
Can we have a chat?
Library card.
- (dramatic music playing)
- Zayne!
Go, lads!
Get him!
(Wilkinson)
Zayne, stop!
(music continues)
Got some stuff to drop off
to donate.
I'm afraid we can't accept it.
- Why not?
- Because of its provenance.
Its provenance?
George and I are very close to Glenn
and to all the Strongs,
so I'm sorry.
- It wouldn't be right.
- It's for charity.
And I should point out
I spent a small fortune on a hat
for the wedding.
(up-tempo music playing)
Suspect!
Run!
Hey!
Hey!
You can't just leave 'em here!
Mackenzie Clarke!
(music continues)
(music slows, continues)
Namaste.
(woman)
Y-Yeah.
(Cartwright) What were you doing
at Hillside Circuit
on the day
of Stuart Granger's m*rder?
No comment.
Shall we just arrest you
for criminal damage, then?
A letterbox?
Give us a break.
(Cartwright)
Oh, so you were there, then?
- You know I was there.
- For how long?
I left right after Stuart took
the other bloke into the house.
- G'day, mate.
- (engine starts)
- You went where?
- For a ride.
You live with Becky?
Not anymore, I don't.
So why were you at her house
just now?
- I was picking something up.
- What?
My ring.
Engagement ring.
That's why Becky said
she wasn't with anyone anymore.
So, your fiancee dumps you
for a rich real-estate agent.
You find Stuart
at the Hillside Circuit House,
teach him a lesson.
What, did things get
a bit out of hand?
I never went near him.
(Cartwright)
You were waiting there for him.
I wasn't waiting for Stuart.
- I was waiting for Becky.
- (dramatic music plays)
(birds squawking)
So Becky had a key.
She had access to the house
all along.
But she's not on the CCTV.
And as far as we know, Stuart
wasn't k*lled there anyway.
We don't know where he was k*lled.
We don't know how he got out of
the house without being seen,
and we don't know where he went
into the water.
Somewhere in there.
And we don't know whether he was
dead or alive when he did.
We're not getting anywhere.
Yes, we are.
We just don't know where yet.
(Reggie)
Mm.
You took the keys, you goose.
I had to walk all the way back,
and my feet are k*lling me.
- It's like 600 metres.
- Yeah.
Well, I'm gonna make
a claim for workers' comp,
because that is borderline abuse.
Ah. That hurts.
Oh.
That's better.
Aah! No, that's a cramp.
That's a cramp.
(mid-tempo music plays)
Oh. What?
(down-tempo music plays)
Frankie!
Francesca Camilla Kelpington III.
(dog whimpering)
(laughing)
Hi!
Hello, beauty!
Oh, my goodness.
Look at you!
(music continues)
Hi.
Hi.
There was water in his lungs.
I knew it.
(music continues)
It was weird when I got him open.
A knife through the right lung,
upper lobe.
You'd expect about two litres
of blood in the chest
if that's what k*lled him,
but there was only 500 mil.
So he drowned.
He drowned and he was stabbed.
The knife wound was k*lling him,
but he drowned
before it could finish the job.
Froth in the airways confirms that.
How long between the knife going in
and him going into the water?
500 mil of blood in the chest.
Couldn't be long.
Five minutes
at the absolute outside.
Okay. Closest water to here?
Straight down the hill
to the clifftop here.
Right. You know the plan.
One of us drives,
one of us runs,
and we time how long
it takes to get to the water.
If it is more than five minutes,
we know for certain
that the k*ller couldn't
have stabbed Stuart in the house
and got to the water in time.
- (engine starts)
- Ah, so, why am I running again?
(Mackenzie) Because
you were lucky enough
to have your running gear
in your car.
- Frankie!
- (dog barks)
(upbeat music playing)
- Eleven minutes twenty.
- Oh, too long.
Why is your shirt off?
- It's hot.
- It's not that hot.
You know, the k*ller
might have been faster because,
yeah, well, you're not really
the quickest bloke.
(Glenn) Either way, it's impossible.
I ran, no stops,
and I wasn't carrying a body,
all the way from the house to here.
So he definitely couldn't
have been stabbed in the house?
No, he would have stopped breathing
long before he made it to the water,
and there would have been
way more blood in his chest.
So where was he k*lled?
Anywhere within five minutes
of the water.
How did he get there
without leaving the house?
So back in Dolphin Cove
for the first time in six years.
We should get back.
Sure.
Thanks for the tip.
No worries.
Come on, Frankie.
(Colin) So, if he definitely couldn't
have been k*lled in the house
where was he k*lled?
Any one of about a hundred places
within five minutes of the water.
Okay. Maybe let's focus
on the things we know.
I spent most of last night
unravelling the mess
that is Grant Edgar's finances.
- (Mackenzie) And?
- And
Stuart Granger was keeping
Grant Edgar's garage afloat
to the tune of 30 grand.
(Mackenzie) Mm-hm.
I told you I knew his face,
but you didn't believe me.
You doubted me, yeah,
because I'm retired,
which is pure ageism, sexism,
and I would not discount h*m*.
(sighing) Just tell us.
Okay, Grant Edgar,
right, I didn't teach him.
But here he is,
in the tennis team, right?
Now, he couldn't play tennis
to save himself,
but he did it because
he was obsessed with the captain
of the girls' team.
- Susan Stirling.
- The princess of Dolphin Cove.
That's a long time
to hold a candle for someone.
(Colin) In debt to Stuart.
In love with his wife.
Last to see him alive.
Yeah, but how did he do it?
Yeah, he's got a motive.
They've all got motives.
It's all we've got is motives.
It's like this whole time
we've been missing something
that is right in front of us.
Like we're investigating
the wrong crime.
Shame we can't shape the crime
to fit the evidence we have.
(Reggie)
That's what they did in the '80s.
Funny story about that, actually,
when I was done for possession.
- I had
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Shh.
What if we are
investigating the wrong crime?
(suspenseful music playing)
- What's she
- Shh, shh.
If we could fit
the crime to the evidence
what crime would that be,
and who benefits from it?
(music intensifying)
(music fades)
- Ms Rocco.
- Yeah?
You're a genius.
I've been saying that all along.
Come on.
(suspenseful music playing)
Seriously, what are we doing?
Reggie was right.
It's the wrong crime.
It's the wrong victim,
wrong location.
(chuckles lightly)
Hm, hm, hm!
(music intensifying)
(music fades)
It doesn't make sense.
How could Stuart Granger
never leave the house,
yet show up m*rder*d on the beach?
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude,
but I have a journalist
and a photographer here,
now that we can
finally present that trophy.
No sense at all, until you look
at it from the other direction.
Stuart was m*rder*d
but he wasn't meant to be.
(suspenseful music playing)
Let's look at his behaviour
on the day of his death.
A publicly announced
appointment
So, I've got a two o'clock
at Hillside Circuit.
at a house with
prominent security cameras
that he knew better than anyone,
because he'd done his research.
He knew what those cameras could see
and what they couldn't.
Stuart wasn't showing a buyer around.
His buyer had no interest
in the house.
I mean, he couldn't afford it
even if he did.
No, Stuart was creating an alibi.
- Why?
- Ah!
So he could k*ll his wife.
And he had the perfect patsy.
Grant, who had a divorce to pay for,
needed Stuart's money to stay afloat.
All he had to do
was wait in the house
as Stuart escaped
through the sliding doors
Thanks, mate.
(Mackenzie) out of sight
from the cameras,
run down to the clifftop
where he planned to intercept
Susan on her regular run
and push her off the cliff.
A tragic fall from
a notoriously uneven track.
He'd then return to the house,
come back in through the door
and leave, with Grant,
in full view of the cameras.
Wife dead, alibi intact.
Free to marry Becky,
raise their baby,
and inherit all that Stirling money.
But Stuart never came back
through that door,
because
someone got to him first.
You really hated him, didn't you?
Being under his thumb
and doing his bidding.
I didn't k*ll him.
No.
But you helped.
You locked him out.
Ruining his alibi,
confusing the investigation,
but most importantly, you told
Susan what Stuart was planning,
because you've loved her
since Year 11.
And you
Well, you did what you had to do.
(suspenseful music playing)
With a generic kitchen knife.
(both grunting)
When we figured out,
oh, you were the more logical victim,
we looked at the track to the water,
and it turns out that bush track,
it winds around to the clifftop,
which you know well
from your regular run.
(grunting and shouting)
(music softens)
So I ran along the cliff.
You don't have a shred of proof
that Stuart was anywhere near there.
Or do I?
- Susan Sti
- Ah, ah, ah, ah!
The one hole in Stuart's plan
Why did he trust you?
Why did he assume
that you wouldn't tell Susan?
Because he never understood
that the world didn't revolve
around him.
The Stirlings built this town.
We were here long before you
and your family, Mackenzie Clarke.
And our name will endure
when everyone in this room
has been forgotten.
In the history books,
on the street signs, on that trophy.
This is our legacy.
Stuart put all of this at risk.
How's that legacy looking now?
Susan Stirling,
you're under arrest for
the m*rder of Stuart Granger.
I have to inform you, you do
not have to say or do anything,
but anything you do or say
may be used in evidence
Doesn't have to look so boring,
you know.
It's a m*rder board.
Yeah, but that doesn't mean
it can't pop a bit.
So, er, that's it?
Yep, looks like it.
Well
(sighs) Fun while it lasted.
Mm. Like walking on a rainbow.
- Look, I, er
- (Reggie) Ohh!
- Oh, hey! Okay.
- Good luck, honey.
Uh-oh. (chuckles nervously)
- But, Felix
- Mack.
(Mackenzie clears throat)
Colin?
Yesterday you bought me a coffee,
and I threw it in the bin.
That was rude.
No big deal. It's fine.
I'm not really a people person.
(chuckles) You don't say.
Good luck back in London,
and thanks for showing me your house.
Actually, it's going to need
a tenant.
Me?
I I could never afford it.
Oh, just pay what you want.
I don't care.
Oh! Thank you so, so much.
I take it back about you being weird.
You never said I was weird.
- Erm, figure of speech.
- Okay.
Oh, best of luck and thank you
again, forever, for the house.
(mid-tempo music playing)
Hi, gorgeous. Hello.
Hi, gorgeous.
Yeah.
She really didn't get that big
in the end.
Thought I'd drop these off
at the Brotherhood in Red Bluff.
Since Op Shop Madge shafted you.
Yeah, was she always that mean?
Pretty much.
Who did it?
- Susan Stirling.
- Mm.
- Never liked her.
- (chuckles)
Yeah, no one did.
So, does that mean
Yep.
Back to London.
They'll be missing me.
Better get moving then.
Good to see ya.
Okay.
(soft music playing)
Why didn't you call me, Mack?
It's been six years.
You weren't even going to come
and see me.
I know.
You just left without
even giving me a thought.
No, I gave you a thought.
I gave you lots of thoughts.
- It was never about you.
- What was it about, then?
What, six years, you
still haven't figured it out?
I wanted more.
Than me?
Than Dolphin Cove.
I don't fit here.
We both know that.
I mean, it's been six years,
and still no one here likes me.
That is not true.
Goodbye, Glenn.
Yeah.
Bye.
Frankie? (whistles)
(mobile phone buzzing)
(Philomena) Ah!
Thought we'd do this here,
away from the station.
I dropped DI Mooney a line
at, erm, New Scotland Yard
just to say how useful
you'd been, extend my thanks.
- Apparently you're under suspension.
- I'm not.
Well, you would have been
if you hadn't jumped
on the first plane home
with your warrant card.
Oh, DI Mooney asked me
to relieve you of that.
I can explain.
Tampering with evidence?
I didn't.
I was stitched up.
- The evidence went missing.
- Ah.
So you ran away.
I would never do that.
Ha. Oh, well, you have.
I would never tamper with evidence.
I know. I know. Still
What are you gonna do?
Jack's sorting it.
There's gonna be an inquiry,
Mackenzie.
It's gonna take months.
They won't let you work
while that's happening.
I mean, you'd be lucky
to work there ever again.
- I'll find a job somewhere.
- Oh, where?
What are they going to hear
when they ring up DI Mooney
for a reference?
The only station in the whole of
Australia that will employ you.
There's one.
Even temporarily.
I don't have to be a detective.
(chuckles)
Oh, you would die,
Mackenzie Clarke.
I moved halfway around the world
to get away from Dolphin Cove.
Why would I ever work here again?
Look at this.
Why would you ever work
anywhere else?
See you in the morning.
Oh, could you bring in some milk?
(sighs)
Hey, Jadies!
(Colin) Jade is an influencer
with a wellness empire
worth $40 million.
Collapsed just after the finish line.
Looks like a heart attack.
Somebody help!
(Mackenzie) Or it's poison.
Hundreds of runners,
hundreds of cops.
It's impossible.
Apparently not.
I was managing fine
without a partner.
(Mackenzie) I mean, it's been six
years and still no one here likes me.
- That is not true.
- (line ringing)
(Curtis) Mackenzie,
I need your help
(Jade) Curtis!
(Curtis) or more people
are gonna die.
(closing theme music playing)
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Australian-born Detective Inspector Mackenzie Clarke works for London's Metropolitan Police Force.
Australian-born Detective Inspector Mackenzie Clarke works for London's Metropolitan Police Force.