01x05 - Dead Bowl

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I was hoping I could get

my engagement ring back.

- Oh.

- (Reggie) Running away from something

doesn't mean it's over.

That ship has sailed

to calmer, kinder waters.

Look, the rest of the team,

they do their bit.

Whether you like it or not,

so will you.

Ah, what is this?

That's for patrol,

at the football.

Welcome to the team.

- (guests cheering)

- Constable Clarke.

Just wanted to return this.

(Glenn)

Let's see if it still fits.

(Mackenzie gasps)

(announcer) Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome again

to Dolphin Cove Bowls Club

for today's card

of Bushranger matches,

as Dolphin Cove take

on visitors, Red Bluff.

Ladies Pennant Grade 4, your match

will now commence

on the upper greens,

but down on the lower green,

it is tied at 20,

and the match

has come down to the last end.

How're we tracking?

Can't read the scoreboard.

Tied. Twenty. Last two bowls.

It's down to Ted and Artie.

- Come on, Teddy! Come on.

- (Mal) Go, Dad.

- Come on, mate. You got this.

- (man) You got this, Bushrangers.

- (man #2) Come on, Bushrangers!

- (man #3) Let's go, Bushrangers!

- (spectators "ohh")

- Yes!

- (applause)

- (Mal) Good one, Dad.

(man) Did you hear about that?

Oh, I think your husband

just clinched it for us.

- (woman) Let's go, Artie!

- (Philomena) Oh, I can't.

(woman)

Bring it home, Red Bluff!

(Artie blows)

(man) You got it.

Oh, my.

(Mal) Righto, we're gonna need

the measuring tape for those.

Hey, wait a minute!

He slack-lined it.

He's doing me out of the game.

- I beg your pardon?

- Well, just look at it.

You got the string off-centre.

Trying to make it

look like mine's further away.

- Well, that's out of line.

- Typical Bushrangers.

Robbing me blind.

Never in my life.

- How dare you?

- Dad, your heart. Settle down.

How dare you?

We'll be reporting this.

You should be chucked

out of the league.

You always have been a cheat,

Ted Haddon.

(spectators gasp)

- (man) Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Oh, that's enough.

That's enough.

That's enough, Ted.

Should do you for as*ault,

as well!

- (Philomena) Oh, settle.

- (man) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Show's over.

- (Mal) Dad?

(Rita)

I'm suspending this match.

No result.

Inside for drinks.

We could all stand to cool down.

(man) Yeah, I know.

(indistinct conversations)

- Yeah! Whoo-hoo! There you go, Rita.

- (camera shutter clicks)

Another snap of the real winners

for your wall!

(Ted) There were no winners.

The match was abandoned.

(man) Lighten up, Bushrangers.

Bit livelier than usual today.

I'm so embarrassed

you had to step in.

- Oh.

- I don't know what came over me.

Oh, we all

wanted to give him a clip.

(Helen) Look at them,

acting like they own the place.

All right, everyone, last drinks.

I better get a lager

for my worthy opponent then.

And one for you, young fella?

I don't want anything from you.

Fair enough.

Better get one for yourself then,

sweetheart.

Come on, Teddles.

No hard feelings.

(laughs)

Bottoms up, buddy.

(Rita) Mitts off!

I've said a million times

No one touches Bill's g*n.

All right, all right, all right.

Come on, fellas. Let's go.

Don't know how Bushranger Bill

could sh**t anyone

with that old piece of junk.

Pow! Pow!

(laughter)

Catch you on the return match,

Bushrangers.

(blows)

- (groans)

- You right?

Oh, yeah.

Just a bit of heartburn.

Look, I can finish up

if you want to head off.

Oh, no, no, it's fine.

(suspenseful music playing)

(engine shuts off)

(loud bang)

- (Rita) What was that?

- Don't know.

Did you hear that?

- (Rita) Where did it come from?

- It was just outside.

Just stay behind me, everyone.

(suspenseful music playing)

- (Mal) What on earth?

- (Helen) We don't know.

- Aah! Oh, my God!

- (Mal) Shh.

- (crying)

- Oh!

(theme music playing)

Mm. You should know

that the boss is here.

- Shocking.

- As a witness.

(Philomena) Scene's secure.

The other witnesses are ready

for their statements.

So still can't quit bowls?

I don't want to quit bowls.

"I hate bowls

and I am quitting forever."

That was

That was you, wasn't it?

I'm competitive, Mackenzie.

Is that a crime?

Is this why you said no

to barefoot bowls

for our Christmas party

last year?

I said no because I don't

enjoy playing with amateurs.

She is competitive.

Moving on.

So, big game?

Yes, the Bushranger match.

That's what we call it when

Dolphin Cove plays Red Bluff.

(Colin) Named after him?

Bushranger Bill.

You're on the site

of the Black Tuesday siege.

(Colin) Oh.

He was He was smaller

in my old school books.

Legends have to grow, my dear.

Wow.

(Philomena clears throat)

- Yeah, ah, where's the body?

- The green.

No, no, no. Stay

and wait to be questioned

with the other witnesses.

Uh uh

(camera shutter clicking)

Victim is Arthur O'Farrell.

Everyone called him Artie.

Sixty-five years old.

Left the club at 3:25 pm.

g*nsh*t heard

by five witnesses at around 4:10 pm.

Look here.

- Exit wound?

- (Colin) Yeah.

- b*llet?

- Ah, haven't found it yet.

So, if they angled it,

since the exit wound

is three centimetres higher

- than the entry

- Based on the position

of the body roughly here?

(Mackenzie) Mm-hmm.

Bang.

There.

I'll get a ladder.

(Mackenzie) So, is the victim

a regular opponent?

It was a surprise

to see Artie here.

- (Colin) Why's that?

- He was a late fill-in.

Ted saw his name

on the team sheet this morning.

- (Mackenzie) So you knew him?

- Yes, we all did.

I didn't.

(Colin grunts)

Senior Sergeant Strong?

Oh, um

Ah, the first time

I met him was today.

(Rita)

Artie grew up in Dolphin Cove.

He used to play for the club.

Until we threw him out.

- (Colin) And when was that?

- Years ago.

Forty. Or thereabouts.

- Why?

- He's not really Bushranger material.

We're an honourable club.

And he wasn't honourable?

If you'd seen his behaviour

today, you wouldn't need to ask.

(Colin)

What happened today?

(Ted) He accused me of cheating.

(Artie) You've always been a cheat,

Ted Haddon.

- It was a straight-up lie.

- (Ted) Look, I'm

I'm not proud of my behaviour,

but I am not

and never have been a cheat.

(Helen)

Ted's not a volatile man.

He's staid, predictable,

no fire in him at all.

I I just mean he's

not capable of sh**ting anyone.

Thank you, darling.

Typical Artie O'Farrell.

Trouble, that whole family.

His father was endlessly broke

and forever trying to scheme

people out of their dough.

And Artie was even worse.

There he is, with the rest of us

before he left the club,

looking as smug as ever.

I don't like to speak ill

of the dead

Then don't, Gran.

(Colin) Okay, can you all

talk me through your movements

this afternoon?

Artie and his team,

they leave at 3:25.

Just after the bar closed.

(Artie) Let's go.

Pow! Pow!

Except, he must have come back.

Did any of you see him?

- And then you heard the g*nsh*t?

- Definitely.

- (Colin) Where were you?

- In here.

- Who else was with you?

- No one.

I was just in the kitchen,

cashing up.

- (Colin) Okay.

- I was taking the rubbish out.

(Colin) Ted?

Ah, I was in the men's.

Bit of a funny tummy.

Just a few odd jobs.

(Colin) Oh.

I can get it.

I'm up here now.

Hmm.

So, how did you pull up

after the game?

Oh, you know, the boys tied one on

like you wouldn't believe.

- Did they?

- Should have seen me.

I was an absolute mess.

- I did see you.

- What?

I gave you the ring back.

Do you have forceps?

- When?

- Well, now, if you could.

Oh, yeah.

The ring.

When did you give it back to me?

After the game.

Oh, that checks out, yep.

I woke up fully dressed

and found it in my pocket.

Do you really not remember

me giving it to you?

I don't even remember

you being there.

- (Mackenzie) Really?

- Really.

Like I said,

I'd had quite a few.

Something?

That does not look like a b*llet.

It's a lead ball.

From an old g*n.

- No one knows where he ended up.

- Oh.

But Bushranger Bill was never seen

in Dolphin Cove again.

(Colin) Oh.

Fascinating.

Excuse me!

This g*n's been fired.

That's not possible.

Grandpa welded up the n*pples.

Sorry. Um, ah, what do you mean?

It's how you stop it

from working.

This g*n doesn't fire anymore.

At least that's what

Grandpa always said.

Well, it was fired today.

(Philomena)

But not while I was here,

because I was standing

just right here

when the shot was fired.

Was the g*n still on the wall?

Yes. Yes, because

I'd just straightened up

this photo right here.

This is the lead ball

that k*lled Artie,

and this is the g*n

that fired it.

But it was on the wall

when Artie was k*lled.

Then how did the k*ller use

this g*n to m*rder Artie O'Farrell

if it never left the wall?

- So, Artie was shot at four

- 4:10.

- ten.

- And he left at 3:25.

(Colin) Mm-hmm.

We need to establish everyone's

movements up until that time.

Oh, everyone was in and out.

So everyone had

immediate access to the g*n.

But no one took the g*n off

the wall. I would have noticed.

Okay, according to one witness,

no one took it off the wall.

Well, they didn't.

Sorry.

I think you need to to

What?

- Go home.

- Ooh.

Mackenzie,

I'm the senior sergeant.

Yes, but you're also a witness

in a m*rder investigation

- and a potential suspect.

- Oh! Careful.

Go home, until we clear you.

Don't worry, boss.

I'll keep 'em in line.

By which

I mean I'll follow instructions

and provide a full report

upon your return.

(scoffs)

(Mackenzie) Could anyone else

have come into the club?

The main gate was locked

when Artie left.

Is there another entrance?

(both) Lovers' Lane.

What's Lovers' Lane?

Oh, come on!

Even I know about Lovers' Lane.

- Oi!

- I'm going, I'm going.

Seriously,

what is Lovers' Lane?

How do you know about this?

Everyone our age knows.

It's where kids went to

you know.

(Colin) What? Oh.

Hence the name.

(Colin) Oh.

So you two

(Mackenzie) Ooh.

Oh.

Okay. Here we go then.

(Colin) Whoa!

Is it his?

Yep. Arthur O'Farrell.

And he bought it two weeks ago.

So this is

where he came back in then?

Still wet.

Get Reggie and Felix to look

for blue paint on their search.

(Colin) Yep.

Okay, so he leaves

after an argument on the green,

but goes back,

only to be m*rder*d.

And somewhere in between,

someone chucks paint on his car.

I'll get my kit.

Colin, hang on a tick.

You were out with Glenn

after the football, weren't you?

(Colin) Celebrating my best mate's

300th game?

Absolutely.

Sweet Lord above, I cannot keep up

with those lads.

I mean, I've put

a fair few away in me time

but they're animals.

So, he was? He was a bit tipsy?

You mean completely leathered?

He told me he passed out

on Frankie's dog bed

when he got home.

Reckons he might have fleas.

(cellphone ringing)

Absolute shambles.

Felix, I need you and Reggie

to look for blue paint

on your search.

(Felix) This one's Mal's.

(Reggie) Hmm. Anything?

Half an empty can

of energy drink.

- Blood donor card.

- Ah, good for him.

Not the energy drink.

That stuff is poison.

(lock disengages)

- And no paint.

- No, Rita's either.

Just a couple

of old Bushranger Bill badges.

Oh, can this place

just get over Bushranger Bill?

No, he's great.

He's Dolphin Cove's

very own Robin Hood.

He stole from the rich,

gave to the poor.

I mean, is that

really so criminal, Felix?

- Technically, yes.

- Oh, come on.

This is where Bill held off

12 coppers on his own,

then disappeared,

but not before he

Delivering £10

to every household.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Not every household,

is all I'm saying.

What do you mean?

Bushranger Bill shafted your family?

(Felix) Not just mine.

You know all the whitefellas all

collected £10 back in the day?

- (Reggie) Yeah.

- And all of us missed out.

Well, I'm sorry, Felix.

You know his partner was

a blackfella?

Ah. Really?

Yeah, that's what

my nan reckons.

But Bill gets all

the flashy hero paintings

with his poxy g*n,

and I reckon they touched up

his beard, as well.

Oh, it is suspiciously luscious.

Like "ooh!"

(laughs)

- Yeah.

- See that?

(Reggie) Hmm?

Blue paint! Good find.

Yes!

(generator whirring)

(Mackenzie) Turn that off, please.

(generator powering down)

- (Mal) It's a bit loud. Sorry.

- (Colin) Mm.

Missing these?

(Mackenzie) Looks about your size

and that matches the colour

of the paint

we found

tipped all over Artie's car.

What are you talking about?

I didn't mess with his car.

And it matches the paint

on your cuff just there.

(Mal) Okay, I threw the paint.

But that's it.

I didn't k*ll him.

So Artie insults your dad,

you get angry, you want payback.

But it wasn't just

the insulting.

Dad's got heart troubles.

He had a bit of a turn at my

birthday a couple of weeks ago

and spent a night in hospital.

They gave him the works.

He's not supposed

to get revved up.

(Mackenzie) So you confronted Artie?

(Mal) He caught me throwing

the paint in the car park,

but that was it.

Then he got in his car

and drove off.

He didn't say anything

about you putting paint

on his brand-new car?

(Mal) Not a word.

That was the end of it.

- Yeah, what, you left it at that?

- (Mal) Yeah.

I went straight back

to the club.

To take the g*n off the wall

and go and find him?

No!

I messed with his car,

but that's it.

(stammers)

I came back to the club,

and the next time I saw Artie

was when we found him on the green.

Dead.

(suspenseful music playing)

(Mackenzie) Here's what we know.

Artie O'Farrell and Ted Haddon

had a stand-up argument

over allegations

of cheating.

Artie then left the club at 3:25 pm.

and Mal Haddon

poured paint all over his car.

Artie then returned to the club,

using the disused

rear entrance of

- Lovers' Lane.

- (Mackenzie) Yes, thank you.

- Thank you.

- (Reggie) Oh. Mm.

He came back in and was shot dead

on the green at 4:10 pm.

We don't know who had

a motive to k*ll him,

and we don't know

how the k*ller managed

to sh**t him when

the m*rder weapon was on the wall

- of the clubhouse at the time.

- (Colin) Mm.

Okay, first principles

background check on Artie.

All right. He ran a fishing business

over the years in Red Bluff.

Didn't do too well.

He filed for bankruptcy last year.

Yet he bought

an expensive car two weeks ago.

- (Reggie) Mm.

- Record?

Ah, effective rate

of 80% in B grade.

He's known as the southpaw

of the Bluff.

And that's why they say "never

trust a lefty on the green."

- Police record.

- Oh. Sorry.

Other than the bankruptcy,

he's clean.

I've got the club financials

for you to go through, Felix.

And Rita sent me this photo

from today.

- There's Artie

- (Mackenzie) Mm-hmm.

with the g*n behind him.

The g*n that no one saw move,

but somehow was fired.

- It doesn't make sense.

- There is, um (clears throat)

There is someone else

who was in the clubhouse

who had access to the weapon.

(Felix)

She is a potential suspect.

Until we find a way

to clear her.

- Leave it with me.

- (Reggie) Can I come, too?

I'd buy tickets

to see that show.

Mack, hey.

What are you doing here?

Thought your mum might be here.

Family dinner night?

Unless that's changed.

Mum hasn't changed her routine

since 1992.

(Mackenzie laughs)

I gotta warn you, though

I would not say she's

enjoying being on the bench.

Oh. What else is new?

Right. I'll go get her.

Come on in.

Hey, Mum?

Mum, you in here?

Oh. Hey, Mack.

Um, make yourself useful

and grab me a strainer?

Oh, no, no.

Other Other drawer.

Sorry.

Yep, yep, yep.

(Daisy)

The other one next to that.

Okay. Yep.

Yep. Amazing. Thanks.

Are you here for dinner?

I'm doing carbonara

and we have wine.

No, just here to clear Phil.

Oh, I thought you were here

to take my badge, as well.

You know, I can't place you

in the clubhouse.

- You were on your own.

- Mm, stacking chairs.

- Yep. Okay, how do I prove it?

- CCTV?

Doesn't cover all the entrances.

And a mobile phone trace,

it wouldn't be targeted enough.

You called triple zero?

Yes, but that was

after we found Artie.

(watch chimes)

Mm, you've done your steps.

Well done.

Since Since when

do you wear a smartwatch?

Well, I got it for her birthday.

Yeah, it's actually very good.

- (Daisy) Yeah, I told you.

- Yeah, but does it have GPS?

Yeah, GPS, ah, steps,

heart rate monitor.

- Even does her swimming for her.

- So you can track her movements.

Prove that she never left

the clubhouse.

(Daisy) Yeah, easy. It's on the app.

Yeah.

You know,

unless you took it off and then

you'd be able to move around

wherever you liked.

But it wouldn't register

her heart rate if she did.

But I want it back.

I need it for my laps

in the morning.

Yeah, will do.

(Philomena) Fancy that.

I'm not a m*rder*r.

Look at that. Best present ever.

Oh!

(Glenn speaking indistinctly)

Sorry Daisy held you

hostage for dinner.

Yeah. I expect the ballistics report

tomorrow as compensation.

- Can do.

- (Mackenzie) Mm-hmm.

You should, ah You should go

easy on the wines tonight.

You don't want to end up

in the dog bed again.

I told him that in confidence.

- Do you have fleas?

- I don't have fleas.

- Mm

- I have a minor skin irritation

- from the fur. Okay?

- Gross.

Not my tidiest performance

overall.

No. No, it

it definitely wasn't that.

Oh! I can't believe

I embarrassed myself

in front of Constable Clarke.

I'm on the waters from now on.

"Constable"?

What?

You called me "Constable."

After the football, you

I was wearing Felix's stripes.

So what?

So you remember calling me

"Constable,"

but you don't remember

putting a ring on my finger

15 seconds later?

Had you going, didn't I?

Of course I remember, Mack.

You do?

It wouldn't be

the first dumb thing

I've done after a few beers,

would it?

- No.

- (Glenn) I'm sorry.

I was embarrassed.

Let's just pretend

it never happened.

It never happened.

See you tomorrow.

(door closes)

(gentle music playing)

How come no one knows about

Bushranger Bill's mate?

- Midnight Moe?

- Was that his name?

No, no one really knew his name.

They didn't even bother

to learn it.

- That's what I called him.

- Midnight Moe.

Yeah. Nan said that

they fell out over the split

- and went their separate ways.

- (Reggie) Yeah.

But Bill wanted

Midnight Moe's g*n back.

You know, reckoned he bought it,

he should keep it.

Midnight Moe rode off

into the sunset.

You know,

they never saw each other again.

Really? Wow.

Oh!

(Felix) Mm.

Thank you.

Finding those shoes, that was

yeah, that was great work.

Oh, it was no big deal.

You're too good to be

in one stripe for much longer.

- Okay.

- Make sure you're not.

I will. Thank you.

- Yes!

- Oh, there she is.

Oh! Yay!

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo!

Right,

that's enough of that rubbish.

- Okay, so where are we at?

- (Colin) CCTV.

Only covers the front

of the clubhouse.

Everyone in and out,

just as the boss said.

(Mackenzie) Hang on.

Didn't Helen say she

was taking the rubbish out?

- Ah, yep.

- I was taking the rubbish out.

Well, she hasn't got

any rubbish with her.

When does she come back in?

(keyboard clacking)

(Colin) Here.

And then she goes back

into the clubhouse.

And she throws something

in the bin.

(Colin) One sec.

There you go.

(Reggie) So what is that?

Is it, like, a ticket

or something?

Did we go through the bins?

I bagged them.

Just need sorting.

Well, let's get into it.

(Felix groans)

I'm not criticising, Mackenzie,

but before you came back,

we never had to dig

through rubbish.

- Is this an old tyre?

- Yeah, looks like it.

- I got it.

- Really?

- (Felix) It's a note.

- What does it say?

"Our spot, 4:00 pm."

Does it say who it's from?

Artie. That's his handwriting.

(Colin) "Our spot"?

Artie and Helen

were having a relationship?!

(Reggie) Wow.

Once upon a time, yeah.

(Mackenzie) Why didn't you tell us?

Tell you what? That

we went out 40 years ago?

It was nothing.

He and your husband come

to blows over a bowls match.

That was so silly, as if there's

some great rivalry between them.

But Artie and I were over long

before Ted was on the scene.

Yet 40 years later, he writes

you a note and you come running.

Was it really nothing?

No. It wasn't nothing.

(Mackenzie) What happened?

We were in love.

Well, at least I was.

I wanted to marry Artie

and spend the rest of my life

with him.

Why didn't that happen?

One night, he just left.

No explanation.

He just disappeared.

That must have been awful.

Oh, it was probably

for the best.

Mum was happy, at least.

She was never a fan.

And all this time,

you never contacted him,

never asked him what happened?

Well, he didn't want me.

What else was there to say?

I met Ted, we got married,

and then there was the baby

to think of.

Sorry.

Can you say that again?

I met Ted, we got married.

"There was a baby to think of."

Artie leaves 40 years ago.

Ted has his turn at Mal's 40th

recently.

"Southpaw of the Bluff."

They're both lefties.

Artie's Mal's father, isn't he?

Yeah.

And he never contacted you?

He didn't know. No one did.

You never told Mal or Ted?

No, this is my secret to hold.

Ted's given his life to me

and to Mal.

He's a good man. I was

I'm lucky to have him, even

if he's not what I imagined.

When did you find the note?

(Helen) After the game.

He left it for me

by the register.

You must have wanted answers.

Yeah, well, of course I did.

He shows up,

makes trouble with Ted.

He's playing games, you're angry,

so you go to your spot.

I could never k*ll him.

I loved him.

I think I always loved him.

So yeah, I waited for him

by the Moreton Bay fig.

I shouldn't have gone out there,

but I needed to know what

my life would have been like

if it was different.

How do you forgive someone

for leaving like that?

I didn't forgive him.

I just wanted closure.

The Moreton Bay fig.

That was your spot.

But he didn't show.

Again.

(voice breaking)

And now I'll never have answers.

Shut the front door.

So Mal is Artie's son.

Surely that changes everything.

(Colin) Artie being back

is a threat to Helen's marriage,

relationship with her son.

- Strong motive.

- (Mackenzie) Mm.

Only if she's being honest

about nobody else knowing

that Artie was Mal's father.

(Colin) You think she's protecting

her family?

(Mackenzie) Possibly.

And why didn't he show up

to meet her?

(Philomena) And if the meeting place

is here at the Moreton Bay fig,

what's he doing on the green?

Probably watching

the poor woman cry.

- Yeah, I'd sh**t him, too.

- Oh, Reggie.

No, I call it as I see it, Phil.

Still, it comes back to the g*n.

Even if Helen did sh**t Artie,

the g*n was on the wall

the whole time

that she was waiting for him.

- (Felix) Mackenzie?

- (Mackenzie) Hmm?

I think you're gonna like this.

So I'm going through

the club accounts,

and, look, two weeks ago,

$25,000

transferred to AO Boating.

- (Mackenzie) AO?

- Adults Only?

- No. No.

- Arthur O'Farrell.

Oh.

Any sign of that money

in his account?

No, but we didn't know he kept

his business account open.

(Colin) So he got paid off

by someone at the Bowls Club?

And then he bought a new car.

Who's the club treasurer?

(laughs)

Pull the other one.

Why would I ever pay Artie a cent?

To get rid of him.

But I hadn't had any contact

with Artie for decades.

Until he suddenly

turned up yesterday

and started calling me a cheat.

Didn't he used to go out

with Helen?

Oh, years ago.

And he did a runner. Pathetic.

She hasn't even

thought about him since.

Did you know that he was

Mal's biological father?

What? Says who?

Says Helen.

(dramatic music playing)

(Ted breathes deeply)

(laughs)

You all right?

Artie's.

Of course he is.

She really never told you?

No, Detective.

She never told me.

It's a lot to process,

but we need to know

what you sent Artie money for.

(sighs) I told you

I didn't send it.

You're the treasurer.

You have access to the money.

Oh, that's not how things work.

Those titles don't

mean anything.

We all pitch in.

We all have access to the account.

- Does Mal know?

- I don't think so.

Please don't tell him.

Just give me some time.

I don't feel good about that.

I had to ask.

A piece of information

that could just destroy a family

and we just tell him.

It feels so mean.

It's m*rder. It's always mean.

(suspenseful music playing)

(door closes)

- Ballistics.

- And?

I can confirm without a doubt,

Bushranger Bill's g*n

is the m*rder weapon.

How is that even possible?

That's one

for you guys to answer.

g*nsh*t residue tests came back.

They're all clear.

Oh, okay.

Well, this visit was helpful.

Hang on. Ah, there's a set of prints

on the weapon.

- Whose?

- Rita di Stefano.

- Here we go then.

- (Mackenzie) Ah.

(Glenn) I'll ring you

with anything else.

- (Mackenzie) Great.

- Great.

- Great.

- Great.

Yep. Well, I'll go then.

Cheers.

Oh. Hello, detectives.

You've missed bridge club,

I'm afraid.

Your prints are

on the Bushranger Bill g*n.

Of course.

I'm there every day,

cleaning, organising.

I even mowed the lawns

till Mal took over.

My fingerprints would be

everywhere.

Okay. So why did we only find

your prints

and not the Red Bluff players'?

Because I wiped the g*n down

when we were packing away.

Those Red Bluff reprobates

had their grubby fingers

all over it.

You didn't mention that

when we questioned you.

You want me list every tiny thing

I do around there?

When it comes

to a m*rder weapon, yes.

Well, I didn't know it was the

m*rder weapon when you asked me.

You paid Artie $25,000

- last week, didn't you?

- Oh!

Where would I get $25,000 from?

(Colin)

From the club accounts.

You said it yourself Your

fingerprints are all over the club.

Does that include the books?

What reason would I have

to send money to that man?

Did you know

he was Mal's father?

- Not until an hour ago

- (cellphone chimes)

when I heard

from a devastated Ted.

Poor Mal.

What's he going to think?

Ah, the phone records.

Artie's mobile.

(Mackenzie) Hmm.

So Artie called the club

two weeks ago.

- Do you know why?

- No idea.

Well, he spoke to someone

for over four minutes.

- Any idea who?

- (Rita) No.

Bloody Artie O'Farrell.

Still causing trouble

from beyond the grave.

(Felix) There's no way

to tell you who he spoke to,

but I dug around those dates

and I found this.

The day before Artie called

the Bowls Club,

there was a transaction

from Mal's credit card

at Gary's Coffee Shop

in Red Bluff,

which is about 50 metres

from Artie's house.

He went and saw Artie?

- Why?

- Mal's 40th.

Ted had a turn.

Dad's got heart troubles.

So he's not supposed

to get revved up.

- So

- (Mackenzie) Spent the night

in hospital, had bloods, the works.

That's what Mal said.

Felix, can you fetch the contents

of Mal's locker for me?

Yep.

You people are unbelievable.

I've just found out

my whole life is a lie,

and now you think one of us

is a m*rder*r.

Just found out?

Yeah.

You didn't go to see Artie

two weeks ago?

You got a coffee

from Gary's in Red Bluff.

It's a long way

to go for a coffee,

and a pretty average one

at that.

Is it because of this?

This is a blood donor card

dated from two weeks ago.

We found it in your locker.

My guess?

You decided to give blood

after your dad's heart scare.

Do the right thing.

Then the blood types came back

and you realised

you couldn't be his son.

Am I getting closer?

He's O type. I'm AB.

What led you to Artie?

The picture on the wall.

(Mackenzie) That was it?

A blood test and a picture?

Well, it's not just any picture.

Sometimes I'd go in

and I'd see Mum looking at it

when she thought she was

on her own.

I knew it meant something

to her.

So that was the first place

I started.

But Artie turned me away.

Didn't want anything to do with me,

and that was the end of it.

At least now I know why I've

always been such a screw-up.

- You're not who your father is.

- He's not my father.

I don't care about

blood groups or biology.

Ted raised me. He's my father.

And I couldn't have asked

for a better one.

Your biological father

completely denies you.

That is a pretty strong motive.

They all have motives.

- What we need is one simple answer.

- (cellphone buzzing)

How did the k*ller move

that g*n without being seen?

How did they get it back

on the wall again?

If we can understand the how,

we can understand the who

- and understand the why.

- (Philomena) It's Daisy.

You might want to get down

to the Surf Club.

Okay.

- (Daisy) Hmm

- (Felix) Hey, Daisy.

Hey. Thank you.

I think he's getting a bit loose.

I don't think

you're his favourite person.

You know, I tried

to convince him to leave,

but he's refusing and I've got

a special event tonight.

Well, Gran was right.

I'm an O'Farrell after all.

Trouble.

Look at Artie. He never changed.

You'd think Mum

would have learned her lesson

the first time

he skipped out on her.

- So you spoke to her about it?

- (scoffs)

She won't admit,

after all those years,

that she was ready to turn

her back on Dad for Artie.

And he still stood her up.

Probably serves her right.

(horn honking)

(Daisy) Ah, cab

Cab's here.

I got it. Come on, bud.

I can manage on my own.

Just trying to have a drink.

Oop.

Poor bloke.

What if it wasn't their spot?

The Moreton Bay fig.

I mean, why wouldn't he show up

if he left Helen that note?

You think she got

the wrong location?

Or what

if the note wasn't left for her?

Well, who was it for?

How did Artie afford

to start his fishing company

when he left Dolphin Cove?

Maybe Bushranger Bill

left him a tenner.

Pbht! It's all yarns.

Eh?

You don't believe it?

There were two bushrangers.

Wait.

What? Two bushrangers?

Bill and his blackfella partner.

- (balloon pops)

- Oh, my God!

- (Mackenzie) Oh!

- (Daisy) Sorry.

Sorry, everyone. Sorry.

(Felix) Two bushrangers.

There's history, there's myth

and then there's what happened.

It's all in the yarn.

Reggie, do you still have access

to the school library?

- Yeah.

- Uh-huh.

- (Colin) Look out.

- (Felix) Thanks, Daisy.

(suspenseful music playing)

How do you turn a fact

into a myth

and then a myth into a legend?

I mean,

the answer's pretty simple.

It's just time

and a good storyteller.

Everything about this crime

is the difference

between fact and myth.

This was a m*rder

100 years in the making.

Like the story

of Bushranger Bill,

who fought a g*n battle

with the governor

on the siege of Black Tuesday

and left everyone £10.

That was a myth.

And then there's

Artie O'Farrell

who also disappeared

into the night

breaking Helen's heart,

and then turned up 40 years later

at a bowls match.

Coincidence?

Myth.

And then there's

the g*nsh*t ringing out

with the m*rder weapon

fixed to the wall. Ooh!

That was the biggest myth

of them all.

And behind each of those myths

was a great storyteller.

And like all great stories,

it started by chance.

Just a blood test,

two weeks ago.

And a son who followed

the trail as best

he could, only to be turned away

by his biological father.

But it doesn't end there.

Oof, no.

For a hustler

like Artie O'Farrell,

it was an opportunity.

So he called you

on the Bowls Club phone, Rita.

Bushranger Bowlo!

(Mackenzie) Give him $25,000

and he'd keep quiet.

Quiet about what?

- Mum?

- (Rita) Oh!

Quiet about what?

Are you going to tell her?

Or am I?

You paid Artie

to leave all those years ago.

Mum?

You never approved of him

and you would have done anything

to stop him marrying

your daughter,

even when you found out

she was pregnant.

That never happened.

(Mackenzie) Hmm.

Artie, perennially broke,

family with nothing,

he leaves town, no explanation,

and, next week, buys a boat.

Is that all just a coincidence?

But all's well that ends well

with you, Rita.

I mean, sure,

Helen's heartbroken,

pregnant to a man she loves.

But soon enough, she marries Ted.

The baby's born.

Life goes on.

Once Artie knew the paternity,

he knew that you would pay him again,

even 40 years later.

And you did.

(Felix) $25,000

transferred to AO Boating.

Job done, secret safe.

Until you saw his name

on the team list.

And you knew,

oh, it wasn't going to end.

He'd spent your money

on a fancy car

and he was coming back for more.

The note he left you

confirmed it.

Helen thought the note was

for her.

But you knew it was meant

for you.

What was your spot?

Okay, my guess is

the front green.

Your father had

this painting commissioned?

Hmm?

See, I just I remembered him

as, you know, smaller.

This was taken

when Bushranger Bill was alive.

Do you notice anything?

I mean, he is definitely smaller,

but, also, he has a partner.

Two bushrangers.

One white, one Indigenous.

Bushranger Bill

and Midnight Moe.

(drawer opens, closes)

Each with an identical g*n.

(woman gasps)

Your father bought

these g*ns at auction

and he hid the second g*n,

making sure

no one ever knew about

Bushranger Bill's offsider.

- Oh.

- (Mackenzie) And then he spun

his great yarn.

Apart from you, no one knew

that the second g*n existed,

or that it worked.

But that is the g*n that

you shot Artie O'Farrell with.

(g*nsh*t)

But, still

why didn't Senior Sergeant Strong

and the others

see you on the green

after the shot?

I mean, you can't move

fast enough to get away.

How is that possible?

And this,

it's the best yarn yet.

Actually, it's my favourite bit.

There was never a g*nsh*t.

No, I I heard a g*nsh*t.

We all did.

Yeah.

(Rita and Mackenzie grunting)

Give it!

The only way to get away with it

was to muffle the shot

that k*lled Artie.

And to create a fake shot

by blowing out the tyre

on the lawnmower

using the air compressor.

Constable Wilkinson found

the burst tyre in the rubbish.

You know that lawnmower.

You used to mow the lawns.

You knew it would take time

for the tyre to blow.

Enough time for you to wash

the residue off your hands

and be seen in the clubhouse

moments after the bang.

- Uh!

- (loud bang)

But that g*nsh*t was

just one more myth.

What was that?

(Mackenzie) The best you could do

in the moments

after the g*nsh*t rang out

was switch the m*rder weapon

with the inoperable g*n,

while everyone went

to investigate the noise.

Putting it in plain sight,

making sure we didn't look

anywhere else for it,

and making sure

we never linked it to you.

But we did.

Constable Wilkinson found

the inoperable g*n in your garage.

It was an impeccable yarn

told by a master storyteller

from a long line

of storytellers.

Or, alternatively,

it's just an alibi

that completely fell apart.

I was looking out for my family.

And I was right, wasn't I?

He was no good.

He never was.

- I was right.

- (Mackenzie) Hmm.

It must feel very satisfying.

Rita di Stefano,

you are under arrest for

the m*rder of Arthur O'Farrell.

Anything you say or do may be

taken down and used as evidence.

Please stand.

(dramatic music playing)

(Mackenzie) Maybe it's better

that they know.

Just have the truth out there.

Oh. I don't know.

In my family, we take

our secrets to the grave.

Are you saying the truth's

overrated?

No, just complicated and

very, very awkward to talk about.

You'll say no, but we're gonna go

for dinner at the Surf Club.

- Taco night?

- Twelve-dollar steaks.

- (Mackenzie) Mm.

- I mean, I'd be lying

if I said they weren't on

the tougher side, but for 12 bucks

- Yes.

- Understood. Maybe next

Uh, hang on. Yes?

- You having me on?

- No, I'm

I'll meet you there.

(Philomena) Well done, everyone,

and thank you.

- Bowls this weekend, boss?

- Oh, yeah.

We've got a replay of the

abandoned match with Red Bluff.

- Aren't they a man down?

- Advantage us, then.

(sighs) Savage.

I wonder if the real Bushranger Bill

and Midnight Moe story

will ever come out.

Maybe if we start talking

about it now,

in a hundred years,

everybody will catch on.

Maybe 200 years

for Dolphin Cove,

'cause everything moves slow

around here.

But I'll be sure

to let everyone

know.

Cheers.

Thanks for saying "goodbye."

(mid-tempo music playing)

(engine shuts off)

- (Frankie barks)

- Oh!

Hello, beautiful. Hello.

What are you doing here

all by yourself, huh?

Oh.

(gasps)

Oh! Oh, no.

Oh, God. Oh, awkward.

Oh, awkward.

No, no, no, no, no.

(horn honks)

Okay, he's gonna do it.

Okay. No, Frankie.

Stay. Okay. Okay.

Oh.

Oh, I, um

Look, I wasn't spying.

- What?

- (Mackenzie) I just I

You know, I'm coming here

for a drink with my fr

colleagues and I definitely

wasn't spying on anyone

on the beach

who was proposing.

Or not proposing, as it were.

- No, none of my business.

- What are you talking about?

(Mackenzie) Um

You had the ring out,

and then you

Why didn't you?

(sighs)

Mack, I

(romantic music playing)

(woman) What's going on?

(Daisy) Okay.

(man vocalising)

What's this?

Oh. Oh. Oh.

(Daisy clears throat)

# Well, I've always known. #

Glenn Albert Strong

you gorgeous, massive nerd.

You're my

You're my absolute favourite.

You make me feel safe

and beautiful and

and loved.

And I think that's about as good

as it gets.

So

# Someone to help you through. #

(Daisy) Here, where it all began,

I wanted to ask

# So just let me carry you. #

will you marry me?

# Carry you, carry you.

# Oh, baby. #

- Yes.

- (patrons cheering)

Brilliant!

# Carry you, carry you. #

(man vocalising)

It was Charles Ogden,

my ancestor,

who slit his own throat

with this very knife.

(Priya) I think he's bolted it!

The only way out

was bolted from the inside.

Unless it's a ghost,

there has to be an answer.

I'm going back to London.

It's all I've wanted since

the day I got here, is to go back.

Will you? Go back?

(Mackenzie) You know

that if you don't have love,

you don't have anything.