Bronte's shirt was ripped open
and there was a man's hair found in her mouth.
- Did you kill Bronte? - No.
I drove her home, I went inside, I had a glass of water.
You said you were in trouble,
that there were messages on it, so I panicked.
Yeah, I appreciate what you did, but it needs to go.
Bronte was hearing noises at night.
She thought someone was stalking her and Liv.
We found Marco Carballo.
He's on Three Capes.
- Did they question Brian? - No, why?
We'd like to speak to your father tomorrow.
If he was at the beach that night, we need to know what he saw.
- Am I in trouble? - No.
Listen, I won't let anyone hurt you.
How was the dive yesterday, Finn?
We had this guy from Sydney, he was supposed to be an experienced diver,
but we got to the wreck and he started freaking out.
Mate, this bloke does not want to go in,
and the whole time, his missus was yelling,
"I paid for this, it's our anniversary."
And he says, "Well, I didn't want it, I fucking hate you!"
And then she looks at him and goes,
"Well, I hate you too!"
- And they split up on our boat. - No!
Right there. Yeah.
You know what?
Your dad proposed to me on a boat.
- Here we go. - Yes. Actually, it was a raft.
Was it?
- And it was on the Franklin River. - Franklin River.
Yeah, I think the rapids made me say yes.
Get a room, you two!
Kiz, look away, mate. Look away.
Hey, Kiz,
Toby and I are thinking of adding a tour of the north caves to the business.
- Good idea. - Reckon you and the lads
could map it over the summer?
How much?
Crate of beers?
Yeah, all right, deal.
Hey, if you do that, can you make sure you go at low tide?
Yeah, he's all over it, Mum. Don't worry.
Yeah. Low tide, Kieran. Listen to your mum.
All right.
And half the beers go to me.
All right, we'd better go diving.
- Let's get going. - Let's go!
Hey...
You been in here?
Yeah, yesterday.
Did you lock it?
Yeah.
Marco Carballo?
- Who are you? - Detective Alex Dan.
I'd like to ask you a few questions about Bronte Laidler.
Is he gonna run? Get him!
- Stop! Marco! - Wait, stop!
Marco, stop!
Police! Stop!
Stop!
Stop, Marco!
- Stay there! - What did I do?
- Right. - You're caught, mate.
Don't move.
Why'd you leave Evelyn Bay?
Did you know Bronte Laidler had been murdered?
No point coming in if you're not gonna talk, mate.
You want me here. Now I'm here.
How do you know Bronte?
She work at the bar. I like to drink.
We have reports that you argued with Bronte on the 25th.
What was that about?
Bronte...
It means, eh, like, uh, boiled milk.
Oh, she had a temper?
She's a woman.
I come to this country to have fun.
No strings. Bronte, she want more.
So you left town?
After she was murdered.
We're gonna need a sample of your DNA.
No.
Why not?
Because I know the law. I know I don't have to.
- Oh, is that right? - Oh.
Can I go?
Yeah.
Just don't go running to the mainland. We're gonna need to speak to you again.
All right, let's go.
Dickhead.
Yeah. Put surveillance on him, I don't want to lose him again.
You, um... You missed a spot.
You know, the, um...
The police are gonna ask you all sorts of questions.
Mmm...
But if the detective asks you anything that you don't remember
or you don't know, you don't have to answer, okay?
Yeah, I'm not a child, V.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Hold on.
Honey, that's a pajama top.
- What? - Come on. It's a pajama top.
I told you, I'm not a fucking child!
I just wanna...
I just wanna dress myself.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
I know. Sorry.
I'll leave you to it.
If you could open your mouth for me.
Thanks. You can sit down.
Thank you for cooperating.
Why wouldn't we?
- Brian... - Hmm...
We're hoping you can help us. Did you know Bronte Laidler?
Um...
I don't...
She's asking about the girl that lived with Olivia, love.
Evelyn Bay's a small place.
We met her a couple of times, didn't we?
But we didn't really know her.
No, we didn't really know her.
You like to go walking sometimes at night, is that right?
Part of his condition, he doesn't really sleep very well.
Yeah, I'd like Brian to answer.
Um... Yeah, well...
I like to have the town to myself.
It's, um...
It's different there during the night.
What about Saturday night?
The 27َth?
Did Brian go out that night?
I'm a heavy sleeper, I never hear him go out, do I?
What about you, Kieran?
Do you know if he went out that night?
No, I was sleeping too.
Brian...
Do you remember three nights ago?
Three nights ago.
Not sure.
Um...
Yeah, there was a light.
- On the beach? - There was a light on the beach.
What kind of light? A headlight, a torchlight, a boat?
Uh...
I... Um...
I can't remember, I'm sorry.
- It's okay. Very helpful. - I'm sorry. Mmm...
Do you recognize any of these men, Brian?
Oh, yeah.
- Yeah? Who? - Mmm-hmm...
Um...
Well, him.
Mmm... Sure?
Oh, no. No.
Him.
Thank you.
Do you remember anything else from that night?
Anything out of the ordinary?
Um...
Look, Detective, I really want to help.
- I just can't-- - Can't remember.
No, I can't. I can't.
It's all right.
Well, she shouldn't have been out there in the first place.
- Dad? - And I...
I told her to go home.
You spoke to Bronte that night?
The storm was coming.
- So, it wasn't safe. - No. He's talking about someone else.
He gets confused.
Especially when he's being harassed.
Honey, that wasn't Bronte.
- Who was it? - Gabby Birch.
Why are you asking me these questions?
Jesus Christ, my son just died!
Oh, Finn, my boy!
We're gonna go home.
- Come on. Go with Kieran. - Yeah. Come on.
- Up you get. - Let's go.
Kieran. Really sorry we couldn't be more help.
Thank you for coming in.
It's all right, we're going home.
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Glittering crowds...
...and shimmering clouds
- Mia, hello. - Hi.
- Sorry to pop by unannounced. - No. No.
Any excuse to procrastinate. Come in.
Trish Birch sent me.
You were friends with Bronte Laidler, right?
Yeah. Awful.
I'm still trying to process the whole thing.
Of course, I'm so sorry.
Bronte was asking questions about Trish's daughter Gabby.
She even asked me.
Yeah, Bronte was fascinated by Gabby.
Why?
Well, with all the talk about the anniversary of the storm,
Bronte could never accept that it was always about those two young men
while Gabby had been completely forgotten.
And that riled up a young feminist like Bronte.
Understandably so. She wanted to do something about it.
Like what?
I'm not exactly sure.
She spoke with folks around town, which didn't always go so well.
Jesus, this guy's unbelievable.
Is that Ash?
What's he doing?
Stealing my bird bath, apparently.
Why am I not surprised?
Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?
Go back inside, mate!
That's mine!
It was my gran's.
- She left it with the property. - That you fucking stole.
- That I bought! - So, call the cops.
- I don't need the cops, mate. - Yeah, you do.
Give me...
You fucking idiot!
Ash, what are you doing?
What're you doing here?
Go home, Ash.
Stop digging up my fucking garden!
Sorry you had to see that, Mia.
No. She's... She's hungry, I'd better go anyways.
- Are you sure? I mean... - Go home, you mainland wanker! Fuck you!
You can let him go now.
The water really calms him, you know?
Thanks for your help back there.
It's great having backup for once.
Sergeant, do you know Brian Elliott?
Yeah, of course.
Taught Phys Ed at the high school.
Chairman of the Rotary Club.
Champion surf lifesaver.
All-round top bloke.
What's the story with him and Gabby Birch?
Brian was the last person to see Gabby alive.
On the day of the storm, Brian saw Gabby.
She was walking toward the headlands.
According to his interview, Brian told her to go home,
but she didn't,
and she was swept out to sea by a freak wave. It's...
It's tragic, she was 14 years old.
I'm really pleased you're here, Kieran.
Come on in!
It's beautiful!
Coming!
So, when Brian was brought in for questioning, who interviewed him?
Geoff Mallott was the sergeant then. He's retired now.
He ran the investigation, spoke to everyone.
Here he comes!
Come on, son!
Get him!
Bronte was obsessed with Gabby Birch.
So, I'd like to see a record of the interview.
Excuse me, detectives. Bronte Laidler's parents are here.
Andrea, Nick,
I'm gonna share some details of our investigation with you.
And I ask that you don't repeat this to anyone else.
What happened to our daughter, Detective?
We think Bronte was being stalked by someone. A man.
She may have confronted him and he possibly attacked her.
"Possibly"?
Did Bronte ever mention a Liam Gilroy to you?
I don't think so.
- Who is he? - He's a person of interest.
He drove Bronte home that night.
And he's the last person to see her alive.
What about Marco Carballo?
The South American boy.
- What's he doing here? - What do you mean?
They didn't meet in Evelyn Bay?
Bronte met him in Canberra.
They saw each other for a few months, but she broke it off.
In her words, a "sexist pig."
He followed her here?
Well, he must have.
Do you think he could have...
We are looking into that.
Do you know anything for sure, Detective?
We just want answers. You understand, don't you?
I promise you we will do everything in our power to catch this man.
We have his DNA.
We have DNA samples from Liam, Marco.
We will find the man who killed your daughter.
But where was this man's DNA found, Detective?
What exactly happened to my daughter?
Hi, Mum.
Mum, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here, honey.
Are you okay? You sound weird.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just checking in.
- How're you and Sarah doing at your dad's? - It's fine.
Marco's just booked a flight back to Argentina.
Darling, I'm going to have to call you back, okay?
Yeah, okay. Love you.
I love ya.
He flies out of Hobart tomorrow at 9:00.
When do we get the DNA results back?
The lab's saying tomorrow, so we'll be cutting it fine.
One bridge at a time.
Hello?
Olivia, hi, I didn't think you'd be here.
I thought this wasn't a crime scene anymore,
- so I was allowed to come back. - Yeah, no.
Uh, this is Andrea and Nick.
Bronte's parents.
Hi.
Um...
I was... I'm Bronte's housemate.
Olivia.
Um... Bronte talked about you all the time.
Did she?
She said that you were very kind to her.
It's nice to know that she had a friend down here.
We're here to collect some of Bronte's things.
Would you mind showing us her room?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
It's this one.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm just gonna give them some privacy.
Fuck.
Nobody here should be at all surprised
So I don't know why you said that
'Less your conscience begs the lie?
Cos we took all due precaution No matter in what state
We burned the station wagon
And made sure to melt the plates
Mmm...
Does that...
Hey.
Hey, babe.
- What are you doing? - Uh, long story.
Hey, can we talk?
Yeah.
I was gonna put Bronte's phone back in her room,
and then I realized that was a stupid idea.
But I think... I think I've found another way.
I thought we talked about this.
Yeah, but maybe I could just find it somewhere, like in the pub?
Why would she leave it at the pub?
- That's just sus. - Yeah, okay. I don't know!
Liv. Liv...
I can fix this. Just give me the phone.
Hey.
Hey, Seanie, how you doing?
Yeah, nothing a few thousand dollars worth of therapy won't fix. Tea, beer?
- Mmm-hmm. - Yeah?
I just met Bronte's parents.
How are they?
Broken.
Apparently, she told them nice things about me,
which... makes me feel like a piece of shit.
Why?
You know I didn't like her, Sean.
She was always trying too hard,
stirring Mum up about my sister.
You know that...
Mum still thinks that Gabby could be alive?
- That's crazy. - Mmm...
And she gets this, like, wild look in her eye,
and I just get really scared that she's gonna try something again.
Make sure you're taking care of yourself first.
Always running around, fucking taking care of other people.
Yeah, you can talk.
We're a couple of softies, huh?
Yeah.
I just wish that she could accept the truth.
You know, the night of Bronte's murder...
Hmm...
Ash was with you, yeah?
Yeah.
We were on the couch all night playing Back 4 Blood.
He tell you to say that?
- Yo. - You trying to pick up my missus, mate?
I wouldn't bother, Liv. He's a shit root.
Are you going to stick around for dinner, maybe give us a haircut?
- I'm gonna go. I'm really tired. - You sure?
- Mmm-hmm. Mmm... - You sure? Seanie's making his spag bol.
Yeah, next time.
- Thanks for the beer. - No worries.
See you.
So, how did you go?
Well, you know, Geoff, it could have been worse.
He burst into tears,
but at least he didn't use the rubbish tin as a toilet.
Thank God it's over.
Word is they're interested in this Marco guy. Someone...
Someone saw him back in town.
How you doing?
Oh, I feel like shit, mate.
But apparently that means the chemo's working.
G'day, Mia. Long time no see.
Hi, Sergeant Mallott.
No, it's just Geoff, love. My policing days are long gone.
- Say hello. Say hello. - This must be little Audrey.
Hey, Audrey.
Did you know your daddy used to be a football star?
Think you'll play in the memorial game?
Of course he will.
What about Julian and everyone else?
Well, they will have to answer to me, won't they?
Looks like we're staying a bit longer.
Yeah, I guess.
Well, I better say hello to the old bastard.
G'day, Brian.
Hello.
It's Geoff, mate.
Your best and most handsomest friend.
- Geoff. - There we go.
- How you going? - Good, mate.
He comes around most weeks, takes your dad out for a walk.
Times like this, you know who your real friends are.
Mmm...
I thought I might go for a dive this afternoon, do you want to come?
- Oh. - I'd love to, Mum, but...
I said I'd look after Audrey this afternoon.
- Go. - Are you sure?
Yeah.
- Great. - Thank you.
- That's great. - Come on.
Yeah, I do some snorkeling.
If you go out at night, you can't see the fish.
You can't see anything if you're out there at night.
You gotta have a torch on.
I see. Right.
Liam's coming?
Yeah.
Don't worry, I won't let him drown you.
Looks like we might get some sun after all.
Yeah, fingers crossed.
We good?
- Yeah, we're good. - Yeah. How's your dad?
- Got through it. - Nice.
Nice.
- They've been following me all day. - Uh-huh.
- Fucking coppers. - Let's see if they can swim.
Yeah.
Good day, Liam.
Kieran.
Let's leave it on the land, boys.
What's done is done.
Lovely pink one.
Here you go, Brian. Knock yourself out.
That's good.
Hey, you remember that weekend in Lonnie
when we were banned from that caravan park?
We got stinking, rotten drunk, didn't we?
And stumbled into the wrong caravan.
Whoops.
Don't look so depressed, mate. It's only boysenberry.
No, leave it, mate. No, come on. Leave it.
That girl.
That girl by the beach.
What girl, Brian?
Gabrielle, what are you doing out here?
Hey, Mr. Elliott. Have you seen Kieran?
Gabby.
She was looking for my son.
She was looking for Kieran.
Why?
Come on, let's get you home.
So, when was your last dive?
I don't know. A while ago?
Right.
Pretty sure your nephew gave me the smallest wetsuit on purpose.
I think he's trying to knacker me.
Hey, Liam, did you remember to bring both fins this time?
We don't want a repeat of my birthday.
You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?
It was Sean's fault.
- What happened on your birthday? - Oh, you had to be there.
Hey.
- Finn and Toby. - Yeah.
- Finn and Toby. - Finn and Toby.
- Always with us. - Let's remember them.
Always.
Come on, slowpoke.
Finn and Toby.
- Finn and Toby. - Finn and Toby.
Let's remember them.
Always with us.
We warned you.
You shouldn't have gone out there.
Why did you go out there?
No! Don't go!
Kieran!
We're coming, mate!
Kieran!
Finn is gone 'cause of you.
Look at me.
You stupid, stupid, stupid boy. You should've known better.
It wasn't his fault, Verity.
Why did you go out there?
- Mum, please. Mum, please stop. - How many times did we warn you?
- I've lost my son. - Please stop.
Stupid, stupid boy.
- You should've known better. Why? - Please stop!
- It's not his fault! - Why?
- Finn is gone! It is all your fault! - Mum, stop! Mum! Stop, please!
- It's your fault! - Jesus, Verity! Enough! That's enough!
Stop!
Kiz. Hey!
Kizzy. You all right?
I couldn't breathe, Sean.
Are you okay? I think you must just have had a panic attack.
- Just breathe. - Deep breaths through your nose.
Through your nose, hold it. Through your nose, mate.
- Yeah? You okay? Breathe. - Good.
- Yeah, it's okay. - Hold it.
- You piece of shit. - What?
You piece of shit! You fucking fucked with my tank!
You tried to kill me!
- Hey! - Kieran!
- I didn't do anything to your tank. - He tried to kill me!
- I did your tank. It's fine. - Fuck off, Sean! Look at him!
- Kieran, stop it! - He's crazy.
What are you, a child? What's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me? - Yes!
You! You're what's wrong with me!
Fuck!
I didn't know the dive was about Finn and Toby.
Well, it certainly wasn't about you.
This town is full of ghosts.
And you can feel it.
There's been so much loss.
Everyone's been affected.
Even the survivors.
Hey.
Are you okay?
What's wrong?
Oh, baby. Come here.
It's okay. It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Just here to check in.
Here you are, sir. Enjoy your flight.
Thank you very much.
Next, please.
- Marco's at the airport. - And the DNA?
Lab's going to call any second.
- Lovely person. - Yeah.
Have a seat.
- Yeah. - Verity.
- Yeah. - It is Verity.
- It's a real tragedy. - Back here.
Hi, Verity.
- Hi, Bev, Dennis. - Hi.
We don't see you in town much these days.
No, we're doing a lot of packing right now.
Brian, we miss you at Rotary, mate.
Yeah, how you going?
Yeah, good.
Must be nice to have your boy back home again.
Good to see you both.
You all right there?
Mia, hi.
Oh, hi, George. Hi.
This is Kieran.
- Oh, g'day, mate. - Hi, mate.
I'm so sorry about what happened yesterday.
Oh, no.
Once every decade, I behave like the sort of man I despise
and hate myself for it.
It's really fine. Ash was being Ash, you know?
Got time for some questions, George?
Sure. We...
We should talk. Good to see you.
See you, George.
Thank you. Thanks so much.
- So, George, what's your take on this? - Well...
Trish asked me to speak to him.
Why?
He was one of Bronte's friends.
Looks like he wants to be your friend too.
He's passed through security.
Can I get a beer, please?
Here you go, mate. That'll be 12.
Good evening, everyone, and thank you for coming.
I'm Detective Senior Sergeant Sue Pendlebury.
And we called you here tonight to ask for your help.
In a town like Evelyn Bay, people notice things.
Small, seemingly trivial things. Details.
Often in cases like this, those small details lead to answers.
Specifically, we need help locating three items.
Bronte's camera,
her personal computer,
and her phone.
As far as we know, these are the only items missing,
which leads us to believe they are important.
At this stage, I'd like to hand over to the floor
for any questions you might have.
Andrea.
- Is that the mother? - Mmm-hmm.
- What's she doing? - Just let her talk.
Who did this?
My daughter came to this town with an open mind.
Curious, trusting.
Bronte's last moments were horrific.
I can't let myself think about how scared she must have been.
I know you're waiting for me to ask for your help, so I will.
Please, I beg you, if anyone knows anything
about what happened to my daughter,
please tell us.
Please...
I want to go home.
- You should also know... - You're all right.
It's okay, Dad.
I will find out either way.
I won't pretend I know where to start, but I'll pay people who do.
I'll drain our accounts,
I'll mortgage our house, whatever I need to do.
The police found a man's DNA on our daughter's chest and in her mouth.
A man did this.
That man might be in this room.
So, I suggest anyone who knows anything starts talking.
- I wanna go home. - Okay.
- Okay, Dad. - I wanna...
- We're going. Come on. - Please, Verity.
- Please, Verity, take me home! - Yeah. We're going. Come on.
- This door. Yes, we're going. - It's okay, Dad.
This way. We're going.
- Thank you, Andrea. - Please, get me out...
Sergeant, can you take over?
That was the lab.
- What is it? - We got a match.
Audrey is down.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Dad's settled now.
Things were better with me and Mum today.
Then on the boat, I was fucking pathetic. I blew it.
Why don't we go home, babe?
We can't go home.
I told Mum I'd play in the bloody memorial game.
Hmm...
Fuck it.
Let's get outta here.
Really?
Yeah.
- For reals? - Mmm-hmm...
Thank you.
Boarding for Crest Flight 877 to Sydney is now closing.
You can board now. Thank you.
- Hi. - Hi.
Mum. Mum!
What?
- Police are here. - What?
We're at the house now.
- All units in attendance. - What is this?
We've a warrant to search your premises.
- Why? - What's going on?
Your father's DNA came back as a match to the samples found in Bronte's mouth,
- and on her clothing. - What?
- Excuse me. - This is a mistake.
No, that's impossible!
- Can't just come in. - Search the property.
Get eyes in that front room.
We're gonna need a little bit more light in this area.
Check down the front.
Check the shed down the back.
Hey!
It's okay, Brian. Stay calm.
Mum, should we call a lawyer or something?
Can you explain why Bronte's camera was in your boat shed?
Brian Elliott, you're under arrest for the murder of Bronte Laidler.
- No! - What?
- No, this is a mistake. - Stand up, please, sir.
Respectfully, Mrs. Elliott, we need your husband to come with us.
- Hang on. - Stand up, please, sir.
- What? - Excuse me.
You're hurting him! You're hurting him!
- No! You're all right, my love. - No! What's going on?
Stop hurting him!
- It's all right, my love! It's all right. - Get out of the way.
It's all right.
Verity, please!
Brian, I'll make sure you're okay.
- Mrs. Elliott, get back, please. - You're okay.
Okay, listen, I won't let them hurt you.
Look at me.