Who's that?
Bronte. Liv's housemate.
Just took the most amazing photos.
She's an artiste.
Something still haunts this place.
They never found Gabby's body.
- This is my partner. - Mia Chang. Right?
- You were Gabby Birch's best friend. - Right.
Can we speak sometime?
About Gabby.
There was a body found this morning.
It's Bronte.
We don't know the cause of death.
And until we do, we're treating this as a major investigation.
Ash is messaging you.
A mate of mine said it was Mia who identified Liam's car last night.
Did they question Brian?
No, why would they?
I picked him up last night.
I thought he was having one of his little wanders.
I'm glad to see he's managed to stay out of it so far.
Well, the sooner they find that backpacker,
- the better for everyone, yeah? - Yeah.
- Come on. - Let me know how you go with Mia.
And with Ridgeport up by four, the Bay need something special
as we come down to the final round.
- Go, Kizzy! - Good!
Feels like I'm slowly dying...
Smile.
Each day that I get older...
Sebastian, get him!
Come on, Kieran!
Push it forward, mate!
So, Mia, Evelyn Bay Football Club...
Fuck, marry, kill. Go.
Can I kill the whole team?
What about Kieran Elliott?
Oh, Gabby. Gross.
- He's so... - Hot?
...normal.
Well, I'd fuck him and marry him.
In that order.
Sean! To Sean!
- Sean Gilroy? - No!
- Come on now, Sean! - Keep your head in the game, son!
What about him?
Ash Carter?
Someone with an IQ, please.
But it's the fear of the unknown...
Massive effort by the Bay to bring home the shield! Go, Lions!
Get off me, Ash.
Oh, my God. Kieran is so hot.
I want a photo with him.
- Seriously? - Yeah, come on.
- Sean! Well done! - Hey, Liv. How's it going?
That was so good!
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Hi!
- How you doing? - I think Kieran likes your sister.
Nevermind.
What about the photo?
Forget about it.
Are you sure it was a silver Ford?
Well, I'm pretty sure.
Plus, I already told the police what I saw.
Okay. Listen.
If Julian tells the police
that Dad was on the beach, they're gonna call him in.
You've seen how confused he gets. He could say anything.
I can't let him go through that.
Now, I don't want you to lie.
But if there is any possibility that you made a mistake...
I don't know, Kieran.
Please.
Once I sort this for Dad, we can go home.
I hate this.
I spoke to Mia.
We're gonna go back to the police.
Hmm...
It's the right thing to do.
Your dad, Liam... They've got nothing to do with this.
- So how long has Dad been wandering? - Mmm...
His body clock's wiped.
Now he's basically nocturnal
and it's worse when his routine gets disturbed.
Where does he go?
Where does anyone go in Evelyn Bay? Everywhere, nowhere.
Thank Mia for me, will you?
You could thank her yourself.
Mum?
What are you doing?
Oh, just, um, thought I might go and do a bit of gardening, uh...
Just keep my mind off things.
Are you all right?
Um...
Oh, sweetheart...
Oh, it's just...
It's just so terrible.
That little girl, that beautiful girl...
- Poor Bronte. - I know.
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.
I just... I just...
I just need...
You sure?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay, mate. Yeah, I'll get Renn onto it. Cheers.
- Here comes the circus. - Giddy-up.
- Where are we going to fit everyone? - Don't look at me. I'm not sharing a bed.
How'd you go with the Marco kid?
Apparently he's a bit of a party boy.
Noise complaints down at the caravan park.
- He and Bronte? - Yeah, she was definitely there with him.
A couple of backpackers heard him arguing last week.
And no one knows when he left? Where he went?
- No. - Put a call out.
Airports, bus stations.
I wanna speak to him.
Marco Carballo from Argentina. 25 years old,
about 180 centimeters.
Maybe 70 kilograms.
Dark brown hair, green eyes.
Yeah, we'll send you photos.
Just check on Instagram. He posts a selfie every other day.
Hi, I'd like to speak to Detective Pendlebury.
Ah, just a minute. She is...
Free now.
- Thanks, Lyn. Very helpful. - Hi.
Miss Chang.
You're back as well.
Go on.
Every little detail's important.
Poor Bronte.
Okay, Mia.
Please, talk.
Um... Yeah, so, yesterday I told you I saw a car leaving Fisherman's Bend.
Mmm, silver Ford. Very helpful, thank you.
Yeah, about that, I've been thinking and I'm just not sure
that's what I saw anymore.
I think I was in shock. I don't know why I was so certain.
You were very clear yesterday.
Well, it was dark and the car came around the corner so fast.
I would just hate to give you the wrong information in case it was wrong.
Yeah, that'd be annoying.
Do you know, everyone just keeps talking about that backpacker boyfriend of hers,
but I think they've got to keep their eye on Liam Gilroy.
With that temper on him. You'd know, wouldn't you?
Tell me, did someone ask you to lie, Mia?
What? No. No.
It's just, in my experience, people don't un-remember things for no reason.
He's been through a lot, Lyn.
I heard him offer Bronte a lift home that night.
Did you tell the police that?
Hmm... Just then.
Do you guys have children?
- No. - I do. Two daughters.
I have a four-month-old.
So, you know how it is, baby brain.
And I don't know the last time I slept properly, day or night.
So, you're absolutely certain?
Well, I heard what I heard.
Look, I'm not 100% sure about the car.
I don't want the wrong person to get into trouble because I made a mistake.
What about the right person getting punished for the murder of a young woman?
Okay.
Let's start that again, shall we?
Alex?
I think we might record this one. You don't mind, do you?
Oh, and please remember, it is an offense
to give a false or misleading statement to the police.
When you're ready.
What are we going to do?
I'll just get rid of it.
I'll burn it. Or I'll dump it out at Ridgeport Bay.
- Whatever. - I don't know.
It's evidence, isn't it?
Exactly. You stole Bronte's phone.
You said that you were in trouble, that there were messages on it,
so I panicked.
You know, I appreciate what you did, but it needs to go.
I told you to stop selling. It is so fucking stupid.
Come on, Liv. What harm was I doing? It was just a bit of spliff.
Just let me deal with the phone.
Okay, please, can you just keep your voice down?
Mum?
Hey.
Mum's gone,
and she was weird and manic this morning.
Like when she tried to... You know.
Fuck.
I've gotta find her.
- I'll come with you. - No. Let's split up.
We'll find her faster.
- Keep it to yourself. - Let's go.
- See you, Lyn. - Bye.
How'd it go?
God, it was humiliating.
I think I just made them more suspicious.
I think Liam's in trouble anyway.
Lyn just told the police he gave Bronte a lift home the night she died.
What?
I know.
He's still their main suspect.
So I just did all that for nothing.
Cool. Thanks, Kieran.
Mia.
I'm sorry I asked you to do that.
It was wrong.
It's Julian's fault.
You should talk to Sean.
I mean, we kept our end of the bargain.
Yeah. You're right.
I'll drop you at the house.
At least you're in Mum's good books now.
Yeah, well, I guess there's an upside to perjury.
Yes. Yes.
Coochy, coochy, coochy, coo.
Verity?
Verity...
Oh, God!
Ah! Yeah!
Oh, God!
Oh, yeah!
All right, bub. Let's go and meet Trish.
I was always surprised you stayed here, man.
- Why? - You were smarter than all of us.
You could have gone anywhere.
After the storm, there was Dad and Liam,
so I couldn't just pack up my shit and leave now, could I?
- Yeah, sorry I don't get back here more. - No, I get it.
It's far and Mia fucking hates it, eh?
Is it that obvious?
You hear Julian picked my old man up from the beach the other night?
Yep.
Everyone knows your dad goes walking at night.
Not that he was out on Saturday when Bronte was murdered.
You know your dad threatened to tell the police.
I think he's just trying to look out for Liam.
Can you please just tell Julian that we did what he wanted?
Mia changed her story, so you can just leave Dad out of it, okay?
- For Mum as well. - Yep.
Thank you.
- Really appreciate it. - Look, I'll talk to Dad, but...
What?
Bronte was hearing noises around the cottage at night.
She thought someone was stalking her and Liv.
Did she say who?
Nah. Gotta go.
- G'day, how are ya? - Hey.
Sean. Welcome.
- Norway, huh? Come a long way. - Yeah.
Who's been diving before?
Hello.
Oh, hey.
- Hi, I'm Mia. - Mia.
I'm George. George Barlin.
- I saw you at the pub yesterday, didn't I? - Yeah.
I know who you are, actually.
I read Eagle's Nest in grade 8.
- It's one of my favorite novels. - Grade 8?
Wow, I feel like a dinosaur.
Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to...
I don't usually make a big deal out of meeting famous people.
Oh, I'm not famous. God.
Ah, you are by Evelyn Bay standards, yeah.
Well...
That's funny. I assumed you were from out of town.
I lived here for a few years when I was a teenager.
- Oh, did you? - Yeah.
I went to one of your workshops.
- At the library? Oh, wow. - Yeah.
Made me feel like I was in a salon in Paris or something, instead of...
here.
- I should... - Right.
- Yeah. - Yeah. It's nice to meet you.
- See you, Mr. Barlin. - No, George.
George. See you, George.
Be safe, Mia.
I've asked Julian Gilroy to provide the Surf N Turf CCTV from Sunday night.
Great. Thanks, Sergeant.
Anything else I can help with?
Uh, they could do with another body on the line search.
Onto it.
Autopsy report is in.
Bronte was killed by blunt force trauma to the head.
Two blows, the second caused intracranial hemorrhaging
which led to vast tissue damage.
Seaweed in her hair, so she was in the water at some point.
But the charts say that the tide was going out.
Yeah.
So how'd she end up back on shore?
Shirt was ripped open, the assailant pulled at her bra
and there was a man's hair found in her mouth.
Matches the trace DNA we found on the lining of the bra.
- But no signs of penetration. - No.
He was interrupted.
Possibly.
Let's put out our media release.
Yep.
Hey, Caitlin, I'll have my long black.
Thanks, darling. I'm going to sit outside.
Trish. Trish. Hi.
Oh, Mia. Oh, it's so good to see you.
Hey, how are you?
- This is Audrey. - Oh, darling. Oh, my God.
Oh, God. She's so beautiful.
Thank you.
Do you think that I...
Yeah, of course. Say, "Hi."
- Hello, sweetheart. - Give her a smile.
Let me just warm up my hands.
- It's aunt Trish. - Hello!
Come on. I can do it.
Hello. Oh, God. Are you loving it?
Yeah, I am. Tired, but--
You've gotta enjoy it while they're young.
They grow up so quickly, don't they?
Yeah.
Oh, no. Here it comes.
- Ta. You'd better take her back. - Yeah.
- Hi, sweetie.
I think she loves me.
Hi, beauty. You're back.
It's just, you know, that... Oh...
Gabby would have loved it.
I know.
It's okay.
- How are you holding up, Trish? - Oh, you know, terrific, as you can see.
- You knew Bronte, didn't you? - Yeah, I did.
I met her at the supermarket pretty soon after she arrived. I was, uh...
You know, we got to talking and... Oh, God.
She was such a sweetheart.
- You know, we were quite good friends and... - Mmm...
I organized for her to stay with Liv.
Yeah, before she, um...
she was killed,
Bronte said that she wanted to ask me some questions.
About Gabby.
Well, I told Bronte that you were, um...
That you were Gabby's best friend, so, uh...
I said that she should talk to you.
Yeah, why?
Can I show you something?
Yeah.
How'd you get on?
- I spoke to Sean. - Mmm-hmm?
Lyn's been at the station too. She's trying to pin it on Liam.
Lyn is a fucking idiot.
Jesus, Mum.
The moment anything happens in this town, you all turn on each other.
Yeah, well, Lyn's wrong, Kieran. Liam didn't do this.
- Where's Mia? - She's with Trish.
For her sins. She'll be there for three days.
She went out?
Yeah, don't bust a foo-foo valve. There are cops everywhere. Come on.
Mmm...
- What's cooking, good-looking? - Oh...
Hi, darling.
Hey, um, we're not alone anymore.
Why don't you go put some trousers on?
Oh, shit.
Sorry, son. Sorry.
What was that?
That's the disease.
It's got its upsides.
He took his board shorts off at the Christmas party,
gave Bev Jenkins a real fright.
Listen. We...
We need to protect your Dad.
You get that?
Yeah, I know.
- Kieran? - Liv, hi.
Hi, is my mum here? I know that she wanted to see Mia.
She's with her now. They're in town.
- Okay. - Okay, good.
Is something wrong?
Do you want to come in?
Well, Ash is driving around, so I should...
Yeah, yeah, just for a sec.
So how is Trish?
Um... She's upset.
She... and Bronte were quite close.
You know, it brings up Gabby's disappearance all over again.
That must be tough.
Yeah.
Actually, she, um...
She tried to kill herself a few months ago.
That's why I came back to Evelyn Bay.
Fuck, Liv.
Mmm... I mean, she says it was by accident but...
who takes 20 sleeping pills by mistake?
Especially a nurse.
She was doing much better though.
Until this.
Are you?
I'm all right.
Having Ash helps.
Was it a surprise, me and Ash?
Yeah, I guess it was.
Yeah.
I just don't have to explain anything, you know?
Not about Mum or Gabby.
And he doesn't ask a lot of questions.
Which, honestly, is a relief.
I feel like the guys I was dating in Melbourne,
they just wanna talk and talk and talk.
And I just need some quiet.
Liv...
Olivia.
Hi, Verity.
Hi.
Um, I've just made some sandwiches. Do you want to stay for some?
No, thank you. Um, no, I should get going.
But thank you for that.
Um...
- Bye. - Bye.
She's, um... She's a very pretty girl, isn't she?
Trish, what are you doing?
The police said it was these rocks
that Gabby was swept off when the storm come in.
Trish, it's not safe.
Trish. Trish, stop!
Sergeant Mallott...
Mia, wait!
That's 15 years now.
I must have thrown...
oh, a hundred backpacks off there.
And not one of them has ever washed up on the beach the way Gabby's did.
See, the tide, it takes them down the coast.
- Trish, please. - No, I showed Geoff Mallott this.
I showed him and he just...
He just didn't care.
Because no one cares.
Except Bronte. Bronte cared.
And now she's dead.
She's gone too.
Hi, uh, Liam Gilroy.
Take a seat.
Yeah.
- The Gilroys are here. - Okay, thanks.
Do I need a lawyer or something?
Why would you need a lawyer? You haven't done anything wrong.
Lyn didn't see anything, and the other witness changed her story.
They've got nothing.
Liam. G'day.
I'm Detective Senior Sergeant Sue Pendlebury.
This won't take long.
Follow me.
Liam. You are not obliged to answer any questions
unless you wish to do so.
But anything you do say or do will be recorded
and may be used as evidence. Do you understand the caution?
You have to answer out loud, mate.
Yes, that's clear.
So...
How do you know Bronte Laidler?
She worked with my granddad at the Surf N Turf.
You were at the Surf N Turf on Saturday night the 27th.
Yeah.
- You threw a drink on Kieran Elliott. - Mmm-hmm.
You get in a lot of trouble, don't you, mate?
So, after you lost your temper at Kieran Elliott, what did you do?
I was upset. I drove home.
You sure? You didn't speak to Bronte?
No.
Liam. We have two witnesses.
One who heard you offer Bronte a lift home.
I didn't. I don't know what Lyn's...
I don't know what that person's talking about.
And the other, who identified your car
leaving Bronte Laidler's house shortly after the time of death.
- Did you drive Bronte home? - No.
Okay, so both our witnesses are lying?
This is bullshit. I shouldn't even been here.
When you drove Bronte home, was it the first time you'd been to her house?
I didn't drive anyone home.
What was the plan? Try to kiss her?
- No. I didn't-- - Is that when you hit her?
- What are-- - What'd you use? First time wasn't enough,
you had to do it twice.
- I didn't touch her. - Liam, if you went into her house,
your DNA and fingerprints are going to be all over the place.
I need you to be honest with me.
- I didn't hurt her. I loved her. - I've heard that before.
Liam,
did you kill that girl?
Please.
- Did you kill Bronte? - No!
I drove her home, I went inside,
- I had a glass of water. - Then what?
Nothing! I went home!
I went home, I swear. It's not fair.
- What's not? - Everyone I love dies!
Fuck!
It's all right. It'd be better if you tell us the truth.
You said you'd bring in the CCTV footage from the pub.
The system's old, Chris.
It must be on the fritz, there's nothing there.
Bring the hard drive in then, get the forensics to look at it.
Hmm...
Must be a nice change from DUIs and speeding fines, eh, Chris?
Exciting for you.
What did you do to him?
Liam voluntarily offered us a DNA sample,
which we'll test against evidence we found on the deceased.
Thanks for your help, mate.
What did you tell her?
- I had to. That fucking girl saw my car! - It's okay, mate. It's okay.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
- I started trying to tell them... - It's okay.
I shouldn't have let this happen.
It's not your fault. Okay?
Hey, where's that young lady of yours?
Mia. She's with a friend.
Okay.
With our grandchild?
Yeah.
Audrey.
I'm a granddad, Verity.
I know, my love.
Crack open the champers.
God, this is ghoulish.
What is it?
Julian.
Hey, where's that young lady of yours?
Julian, I need you to take that post down.
- No idea what you're talking about. - We did what you wanted.
- Mia went back to the cops. - Not according to Liam.
No. I just saw that. There's no name on that.
- How do you know that Dad posted it? - Because he's fucking blackmailing us.
- I don't know how to use that thing. - He's my husband and he's your friend.
We've bent over backwards to protect your grandson.
What? Kieran Elliott protecting my family.
- That's fucking rich! - Fuck you!
- Yeah, come on. - Stop it!
Have a go, mate.
I've been waiting 15 years for this.
Okay.
What do you have to say to me, Julian?
Say it.
All right.
You killed my son.
- How's that for starters? - Stop it.
It wasn't my fault.
Come on, Dad.
Everybody knows those caves are dangerous, mate.
But you got trapped out there like a fucking idiot.
And you called Finn and Tobes to save you because you knew they'd come.
Because that's the sort of men they were.
Isn't that right, Verity?
So every time I look at you, Kieran,
I see my son's wasted life.
Julian, that's enough.
Grandpa.
It's okay, mate.
It's all right, mate. It's all good.
I didn't post it, Verity. I wouldn't do that.
I don't know how Bronte first heard about Gabby.
Everyone talks about the storm eventually, I suppose.
- Usually Finn and Tobes. - Mmm...
My little Gabby.
May as well have never existed.
- I'm sorry, Trish. - Mmm...
I tell you, Bronte was so mad about the way that Gabby was forgotten.
She said it was unjust.
Oh, God.
That Bronte, she was so kind.
She still listened to me when I just told her...
Told her what?
Maybe...
Gabby didn't drown in that storm.
Mia, her body was never found.
And what was she doing up there in the headland?
Why would she go up there?
- Trish. - What if...
she's still alive?
Why would she run away, Trish?
I know. You just think I'm crazy.
- No, I don't think that. - Everyone does.
But, you know, Bronte tried to help.
How?
I don't know. She asked to see some of Gabby's things.
You know, all the photos and diaries and things.
She even took some of them away with her.
That's why she wanted to talk to me?
Do you remember this?
Do you?
- Yeah. Sea Fairies. - Yeah?
Oh... We thought it was gonna be famous. Like Harry Potter.
Well, you worked pretty hard on it.
You know, could have been.
Mum?
Hi, honey.
Look, Mia just wanted to have a little chat about Gabby.
It's something that you won't do.
This is upsetting my mother.
It's not, honey.
Mum, I'm not gonna go through this again.
- I will not allow it. - I'm sorry, I didn't--
Mia, please, just stop.
Stop digging into things that have nothing to do with you.
This isn't good for you, Mum. We have discussed this.
- I'd better head back. - Yeah, thanks for popping round.
Of course.
Look, just...
Just don't walk home alone.
It's not safe. Just call Kieran.
Sure.
Nice to see you, Trish.
Just gonna say goodbye to your little one.
Yeah. Say bye, Audrey.
Oh, my God, she's almost asleep.
Yeah.
Listen, honey, if you are interested...
Hmm...
I think you should have a chat with George Barlin.
Yeah, I think he knows a bit.
- Okay. - Okay.
All right.
Lovely to see you, sweetheart.
- Yeah, likewise, Trish. - Yeah.
- Same here. - Take care.
Yeah, you too.
How'd you go?
Julian's fucked us.
Could I please get a lemon chicken?
And I'll have the sweet and sour pork, no pineapple, thanks.
And some rice.
This place is triggering as fuck. Everybody just assumed I worked here.
Yeah, well, we can't go to the Surf N Turf.
So how are things with Trish?
Oh, so weird.
She thinks that Gabby might still be alive.
Yeah, uh...
Liv told me that Trish tried to kill herself.
- Jesus, when? - A couple months ago.
- Poor thing. - I'm sorry.
What?
- Hi - Mia. Hi.
I just wanted to let you know your original statement about the car
- turned out to be correct. - Oh...
You needn't have doubted yourself.
Hey, Kieran. We'd like to speak to your father at the station tomorrow.
If he was at the beach that night, we need to know what he saw.
- Sure. - Tomorrow morning?
- Yep. - All right.
- Enjoy your dinner. - Thanks.
Don't worry. I'll be fine. Okay?
We found Marco Carballo.
Hey, there.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi, you.
What are you thinking about?
Just how much I love you.
How lucky I am to have you.
Guess what?
I'm the lucky one.
I married Brian Elliott.
All those pretty girls, they all wanted you,
but I got you.
You chose me.
For better or for worse.
Yep, that's the deal.
It's been worse lately, eh?
It's worth it.
Verity.
What's the matter?
- Am I in trouble? - No.
No.
Listen, I won't let anyone hurt you. Ever.
Just stay here.
Caught up in an illusion
Feeling like we have to prove Where, now
And hoping that they'll come save me
From what I've become
Ah...