What happened to our daughter, Detective?
I promise you...
We will find the man who killed your daughter.
- We have DNA samples from Liam, Marco. - It's evidence, isn't it?
- Exactly. You stole Bronte's phone. - You said you were in trouble.
We need help locating three items.
Bronte's phone,
her camera and her personal computer.
I'm sorry, what happened yesterday.
You fucking idiot!
- Go home, Ash. - What are you doing here?
We have 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.
Search the entire property.
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, Verity! - You're okay.
Stayin' alive Stayin' alive...
That's good.
Stayin' alive...
Okay, quick question.
Quick question. What does this mean?
- Help. - Help needed.
Yeah, assistance required. That's good.
Everyone say it, "Assistance required."
Assistance required.
Very good.
- What's this one mean? - It's okay.
It's okay. Very good, Mia. But, "All clear."
Okay. Everyone say it.
- All clear. Good. - All clear.
Back we go. You're saving lives.
Get the rhythm. Gabrielle, can you pay attention, please?
- You might need this one day. - It's the tourists who drown anyway, sir.
Be that as it may, I would prefer it if you were staying alive.
Okay? Come on. Jump on. Huh? Good. Say it.
Ha, ha, ha Stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ha, ha, ha Stayin' alive, stayin' alive...
Mia Chang. I'm Riley Deyton.
- Australia News, Hobart. - I can't. I'm sorry.
I appreciate it's been a difficult time.
- A few words on the death of Bronte? - Please, just leave us alone.
Bitch.
I don't understand. Are you with Dad?
No, I'm at the lawyers. They can't get me in to see him.
Okay. Text me the address, yeah? I'm ready to leave.
- You can't leave your family. - We'll be fine without him, Verity.
Yeah, well, I'm fine too. Geoff's here.
Okay. Well, what do the lawyers say?
Do they have a plan?
I've got to get back. I'll call you later.
Verity, can we go through the timeline?
Okay, there were no prints on the camera,
but there was dirt found in the lens mount.
Yeah, a bit weird.
But does it prove anything?
Brian wiped the prints,
took out the SD card, buried the camera and then dug it up.
He's not exactly a straight thinker.
Or he had help.
Remember the medical report. We need to treat him with kid gloves.
I'm not going to bash him over the head with a phone book.
What if he genuinely just doesn't remember killing her?
It doesn't mean he didn't do it.
It doesn't mean he's not dangerous.
Mr. Elliott.
How are you going?
You thirsty?
Did you have enough to eat?
Uh...
No.
No, there's no reason to tell him.
Tell who?
I'm sorry, I... I thought you were...
Have you spoken to Verity?
Not today, no. Why?
Why do you think I should speak to Verity? Hmm?
- Because she knows. - Knows what?
Brian, what does Verity know?
She knows what to say.
She been helping you, Brian?
Verity always helps me.
What did Verity help you to do?
Brian, what did Verity help you to do?
She...
She helps me get dressed.
I just want to settle up for last night. Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
Come on. It's okay. Let's go.
Verity?
Liam. Don't.
Can you move? You parked me in.
- Where are you going? - Give her space.
Where's he going?
She needs to be with her family.
Please, leave me alone.
Verity's in Hobart, mate.
- Give us a hand. - You've spoken to her?
Geoff's with her. Brian's in central lock-up.
Yeah, and it's our fault. Please just fucking let go of the door!
Oh, g'day, Chris.
G'day, lads. Got a warrant for the surveillance footage from the pub.
I told you, mate. It's an old system. It's pretty much fucked.
I reckon IT could get into it.
Hmm. Did this all by yourself, did you?
Good little worker.
Just to catch you up here, I'm lugging firewood here,
so I'll bring it when I finish.
I can wait.
Oh!
Hello.
Hello, sweetheart.
- Trish. Liv. Hey. - How you going?
- I brought you some dinner. - Thanks. You didn't have to.
I'll just put it in the fridge.
Or do you want to eat it now? I can put the oven on.
- Yeah. Sure. - Yeah? Okay.
How you doing? You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Trish, leave that, please.
- Don't need to-- - Oh, no. It's fine. I'm just cleaning up.
Now, you two, take a seat. I'll put the kettle on,
have a cup of tea, will I?
Ash.
I'll get you some lemons for the tea.
- Oh, fancy. - Follow me.
The boys are worried about you. You should expect a visit.
I need to ask you something, Liv.
The day that Bronte died,
you went into her room.
I saw you.
If you know anything that can help my dad.
You lived with her.
Maybe she said something, or you saw something--
I have Bronte's phone.
I took it from her room.
Ash dealt to her sometimes,
and he's not very discreet,
- and it was stupid, but now-- - Do you still have it?
Yeah.
Okay. We need to hand it in.
Kieran...
- It could help my dad, Liv. - I know, but...
I can't. I'm...
- I'm sorry. - What?
Liv, you owe me.
Liv, I have never said anything to anyone, not even Mia.
Not one word about that day.
I never asked you to do that.
I know. But isn't it worth something?
Wow.
I'm sorry, I just need--
No, I know. I... I can see what you're doing.
Please don't think that I have ever forgotten what you did for me.
Kieran, I never will. Any of it.
Just go to the police.
I can't. She'll be done for tampering with evidence.
Stealing evidence, actually.
What is it between you two?
Well, that's not Kieran's cooking I can smell.
- Mum. - G'day!
- How'd it go with Dad? - How are you, Trish, Liv?
- Good, you? - God, it was a nightmare
- getting out of the city. - Mum.
You know Geoff, he drives like a bloody nana.
Took us half an hour longer than it should have.
- Did you see Dad? - The lawyers are trying to get me in.
- What did they say about the DNA match? - Thanks.
They're talking about possible cross-contamination.
Contamination. Okay. How?
We're going to get out of your hair. You must be buggered.
No, you two are staying for dinner. Both of you.
- Oh. - Come on.
Look, I'll whip up a couple of salads.
- There's wine in the fridge. - Mum.
- Oh. - Trish, please. I need the company.
Mum, the DNA.
Okay.
Okay. It is not uncommon for DNA samples
to get mixed up with DNA from, uh, lab technicians or cleaners.
So it might not be his.
- What about the hair? - Well...
She could have been dragged across the beach.
And Brian walks there every day.
And it's no secret that he's losing his hair.
It's all over the bathroom. You and Mia can attest to that.
Oh, come on! The police are incompetent. We know this!
We saw the way they let that-- they let that Marco boy leave the country.
Sorry, you having trouble opening that?
Oh. No.
Have you got the car keys? I'm going to go see the boys.
- Yo. - Yo.
Hmm?
We were gonna come and see you after dinner.
Have you played this?
No, I don't really do games anymore, mate.
It's a classic. You fight your way to the exit.
But all I've got is a bat and a shitty shotgun,
so we're basically fucked.
- We were just about to come over. - Sean just said that.
Ash, don't make me beg. There's been a murder and my old man's in jail.
- There's bigger things here. - I know that, mate.
But with my prior convictions, I could be up for a couple of years.
- Delete the messages. - We can't get into the phone.
We can't turn it on or they'll CSI the shit out of us.
Where were you on that night? Seriously, tell me.
I fucking told you I was right here with my husband.
Yeah, he didn't leave the bean bag.
Then why were you dressed in the same clothes?
I saw you when you picked Liv up the next day.
I fell asleep in them, Your Honor.
He's only got four pairs of undies.
If you want to accuse me of murdering someone, Kiz, just say it.
I get why you're wiggin' out. I do.
Come on, man. Easy does it.
There could be something on there that points to the real killer.
Or not. Either way, I go to jail.
Kizzo. The DNA.
Your dad's hair's in her mouth. The camera.
It looks bad.
I'll get us a drink.
I'll get us a drink. Okay?
This is really lovely, Trish. What did you put in this? Is this basil?
Yeah, that was Liv's idea.
All those fancy restaurants she works in.
At the Surf N' Turf.
Well, Kieran's taking his time.
You know what they're like when they get together.
- He's talking to Ash about something. - Hmm.
What, the memorial game? They're all playing, aren't they?
I think so.
Everyone needs a distraction. You're going to go, aren't you, Trish?
Oh, no, I don't think that's for me.
Oh.
Oh, no, thanks.
Come on, Mia. Live a little.
I can't. Audrey.
Why don't you just check your whatchamacallit, your app thing?
Mia's got a phone that tells her when to breastfeed.
There's apps for everything these days. You're showing your age there, Ver.
But honestly, where would these young mothers be
- if they couldn't look everything up? - Mia.
Hmm?
You are doing a wonderful job.
- Yeah. - Thanks, Trish.
Yeah, of course she is.
If I'm half the mother either of you were, I'd be very happy.
We're still mothers, actually.
Oh, I know. I'm...
Y-You know what I mean. You both did an amazing job.
Mmm-hmm. Um...
I mean, we're the only two in town with dead ones.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, the mouth on you.
Okay, who wants another one?
Mia, do you want to check on your app thing, to see if we're allowed?
- You know what this reminds me of? - Oh, yeah.
This reminds me of the nights we used to have after the storm.
You're going to give Julian a call, invite him around?
I'd love to have the food and wine scrutinized.
Yeah, and your ass slapped.
No ass was safe, was it?
Why doesn't he do that anymore?
Stay late at the pub on Saturday night. He still delivers.
Oh, yuck, Mum!
What, you're jealous?
- Yeah. - Those nights.
They were so special, weren't they?
Oh, God, I hated them.
It's been a long time Coldest dream that I...
Did you hear Barlin got "MeToo'd"?
Oh, here we go.
- Nah, it's true. Lyn told me. - So it must be true.
Why do you think he's down here all the time?
No unis will hire him.
I like what he's done with his garden.
- Fucking thief. - Huh?
Well, he bought it off Gran for almost nothing.
If there's anyone that the cops should be targeting, it's him.
Bronte was always over there.
Move over, mate.
Nah... Oi! It's 19-12.
Yeah, see, now he's getting worried, mate.
- Hang on. - Ready?
- Serve. - Let's go.
So Bronte hung out with Barlin?
Yeah, there was something going on there for sure.
He must have texted her.
Ooh!
Yes!
Nice try, bro.
I'll play you for it.
If I win, you hand the phone in.
Oh, that's fair.
Give him the bat, Seany.
First to 11?
Get him!
One-love, Kizza!
This has been really nice, Verity.
Yeah. Time to go.
Thank you for your hospitality.
Come on, stay for dessert. I'll make some custard.
I'm sure I've got some tinned peaches up in there somewhere.
- No, I'm stuffed. - Yeah, no, it's getting really late.
It's so nice to see you both. I'm sorry Kieran's not back.
I don't know where he is.
Look at this. Go on.
Good on ya, Trish.
Mia thinks that Brian did it.
Don't you, Mia?
She does not.
Oh, it's fine.
It's fine, the evidence is incriminating. We all know that.
Oh, come on, it's just an observation. She hasn't expressed a word of support.
Give her a chance. It's only been 24 hours.
You don't need to speak for her. She's got her own voice.
- I don't know what to say to that, Verity. - Oh! Don't you?
Oh, okay.
Well, when you work it out, you let us know.
All right, Verity.
- What? - Stop being mean to her.
- No, it's okay. - Yeah, see, it's fine.
Calm down, everyone. Oh, my God, it is so suffocating in here.
It's just, I haven't forgotten that a girl's been murdered.
What?
It's still the biggest tragedy here, isn't it?
I'm sorry.
Am I talking too much about Brian for you now?
I'm saying this town has a history of overlooking dead girls.
- Right. - Oh, God.
So my husband... my husband is rotting in a prison cell for your feminism?
- Oh, my God! It is easy for you to judge. - Hey.
Really easy, 'cause you've got your man,
you've got all of him. You win!
Because you rejected him, Verity!
- No. You were not here... - What's that?
Fuck!
Hey! Hey!
- Hey! - Oi!
You fucking stalker! Come back here! Who the fuck are you?
You fucking...
- Hey, stop! - Mia!
- You all right? - Get the fuck out of here!
- Oh, Jesus. - You okay?
Yeah, it's just...
Just comes up to the front door. What a creep.
- Are you okay? - That was terrifying.
Are you all right?
Oh, darling.
Oh.
Just let it out.
It's okay.
Sorry, bro.
You did your best, mate.
Come on, Kiz. I love your old man. You know that.
Yeah, he's a legend. Well, he's Brian fucking Elliott.
- Biggest pair of balls in the bay. - I don't know, is he?
I don't know who he is anymore.
- Mum's pretending he's still in there. - He's still in there.
And your mum and dad, they love each other very much.
I see it every day.
You're like a... like a myna bird, aren't you, mate?
Isn't that what they do? Ones that don't have a mum,
attach themselves to someone else's.
Yeah, I don't know, Kiz. I don't...
I don't think myna birds do that.
I haven't heard a single thank you since you blew in.
For what?
Looking after your mum and dad the last 14 fucking years.
Liam, Ash.
All of us.
You went away.
And the rest of us, we had to pick up the pieces.
Oi, that's enough.
You know what we need to do?
We need to work out who really did this. That's what we got to do.
Let's solve this motherfucker.
Okay. Uh...
Someone tagged our place. The boat shed.
They wrote "Perv" in big pink letters.
Maybe they planted the camera at the same time.
Yeah, and I bet the cops haven't gone looking for the paint.
I know a shed that needs cleaning.
Yeah, fuck it. I'll drive.
Let's go. Let's fucking go.
I swear, I swear That I swear that I seen her
The rain in the taxicab As if I dreamed her...
Watch out. One more.
- Did you find it, Kiz, or what? - Yeah, here.
"George Barlin removed from staff after relationship with female student."
Bam! Fuckin' told ya.
- What else does it say? - Road, road, road!
Oi, don't flip it!
Oh, fuck!
Hit the brakes!
- Oh, my God. - Whew!
- Handbrake. - Got it.
You all right?
Hey, we're at Gran's. You bloody beauty.
Baby's into runnin' around Hangin' with the crowd
Puttin' your business in the street Talkin' out loud
Not a bad garden, eh?
Go.
Boys! Hey! This is serious. Pull ya fuckin' heads in.
- Ash. - Hey.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm good.
What's this here?
- Pink Paint. - Hmm.
Oh, fuck, there's some...
Shit.
- That wasn't me. - Yeah.
Pink paint. Where's the pink paint?
- What about tins? - Nothing.
- No. - Pink paint.
I swear some of these are mine.
Yeah, they're definitely mine.
- He's got a fucking darkroom? - Any paint?
Nah, nothing.
Nothing.
Sean, that's not a toilet.
Spray paint, Sean. Sean.
- Oi. - No, oi.
- That was my balls. - Sorry, mate.
Is there more of that gin?
Boys, hey.
Fuck.
No. He's seen us.
Oi, I got it.
What's going on?
Good evening, George.
Can I help you?
Sorry, mate, we were just leaving.
I... I... I just came to get my tools.
Take the scarf off.
I'm going to keep the scarf. It's interest.
I've asked you nicely, mate. Just give us the scarf.
- Ash, leave it. - No way.
Wait, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.
Mate, you don't need this one.
Get him.
- Wait, Ash! - Oh, fuck!
- Stop. - Get him, Ash!
Oi! Stop it!
Out of the way, Sean. Out of the way. No.
Come on. Stop!
- That's enough, Ash! - No!
- Fucking troglodyte! - Enough, Ash.
You set foot here again and I'll have you arrested.
- Let's go. - No one in this town likes you, Barlin!
- You're a murderer! - Let's go.
Is George hurt?
Nah. Turns out he can handle himself.
Are you okay?
What if Dad did this?
What if he did... kill Bronte?
- Don't say that. - It's possible. Right?
It's more than possible.
He's strong.
I've seen the bruises on Mum's arms.
He doesn't know what he's doing half the time. What if...
How would it make you feel?
- What do you mean? - If he did do this, do you think...
that you'd stay?
Stay where?
With me.
Of course. Of course.
Sorry.
No, don't be.
Okay?
I have to tell you something.
Hmm?
I wasn't alone on the day of the storm.
Go. Go.
I lied to everyone.
Olivia, go! Go, go, go!
I was with Olivia.
We were in the caves together
and then the storm just came out of nowhere.
Go, go, go!
No!
Come on!
No!
Kieran!
Help!
No! No!
Kieran! Kieran!
I didn't call Finn and Toby.
Liv did.
You never felt you could tell me?
I mean, clearly, you didn't.
So you protected her all these years?
Well, I didn't want it to blow back on her like it did on me.
Why were you in the caves with her?
We were seeing each other.
It started that summer.
And...
- Liv never wanted anyone else to know. - Why not?
I don't know.
Maybe she never took me seriously.
You okay?
I think I'm going to go for a walk.
Love you.
You too.
Oh, wow.
Hey. Liam's just found two cases online where the DNA samples
have been contaminated.
Hello? Yes, this is her.
They made a mistake, they must have.
How do you know?
Because I know him.
Yeah, all right, I'll be there. I'll be there in two hours.
He's, uh, he's been charged.
They're moving him to the jail
and we'll have 15 minutes with him before they take him.
- Okay, yeah, I'm coming. - Well, I've got to go now.
Take Audrey, I'll call Mia.
Hello. Hi, sweetheart.
Hey, have you been at the beach?
You need a hand with anything?
Yeah, can you take her for me?
Yep, got her?
- It's Mia, leave a message. - Hey. Oh, fuck.
Hey, it's me. Dad's been charged.
We can get in to see him, but we need to leave for Hobart right now.
So let me know where you are, give me a call, a text, anything.
Okay, love you, bye.
Are these fresh?
- Are they fresh? Yeah. Okay. - Uh, yeah, they are...
- What are you doing? - We need to go now.
Can you get the nappies and some clean clothes?
Audrey is coming with us.
Thanks.
Cheers.
Mmm.
You should see the other guy.
I apologize for Kieran's part in this and so does he.
Hmm.
So how are you holding up?
- Still trying to process it all, I guess. - Yeah.
I can't say that I know Brian Elliott, but I know Bronte didn't like him.
She knew him?
How?
Yeah, she talked to him once about the storm.
Verity Elliott wasn't a fan of Bronte's either,
she accused Bronte of harassing her husband.
Do you think there's a connection...
between what happened to Bronte and Gabby?
I'm not sure.
Actually, there's something you should see.
Bronte took this?
Yeah, she took all this stuff.
I let her set up a darkroom here.
There's a whole box of stuff here.
Some of it's old photos of Gabby that Trish gave her.
Shouldn't you show that to the police?
Well, yeah, I will.
Look, I might as well tell you this
and I hope it doesn't sound too ghoulish,
but the book I'm writing at the moment is about this place.
The storm, the deaths, all of it.
Bronte's death as well?
Well, that's part of it now.
- Can I see? - Yeah.
You all right there, boompalinka?
- You okay? - Aw.
Is there anything... Is there anything I should know before all this begins, Mum?
Anything they can dig up on him? Any... Any incidents?
What about aggression or violence?
I know what you're scratching at, Kieran.
What kind of chance does he have if his own son--
How did his DNA end up on her body?
And don't tell me it was a lab error.
Listen. I know you think I'm horrible.
- I don't. - No, you do.
And that I'm too hard on you.
And it's true, I have been insensitive.
I have.
Last time you saw your dad, he was...
Well, you're right. He's not the man he was.
And it must feel so sudden for you.
Like you don't know him anymore, like you've missed out on so much.
Maybe just spare a thought for those who haven't missed out on a second of it.
I'm sorry.
I think I'm hung over.
Yeah.
Here you go.
You okay?
You know, being back here, all on your own.
Yeah, I mean, I'll get a new housemate eventually.
Sorry, that wasn't meant to sound callous.
Sorry.
Hey, you know those, um, those nights you used to have after the storm
- with Brian and Verity and Julian? - Yeah.
Well, you said last night that you hated them.
- Why? - Well, you know.
At least they knew what happened to their children.
They had closure.
It's never really been over for me, love.
Oh. I'll put a bit more sugar in that.
I should have brought it in before now.
I... I panicked.
It was spur of the moment.
- Did you take anything else? The laptop? - No. Just the phone.
I was...
I was trying to help Ash, that's all. I... I promise.
You know that you've withheld what could be crucial evidence.
Evidence that could give Bronte Laidler's family the answers they need.
Yeah, I don't feel good about it.
I mean, you of all people.
This doesn't mean that I think Ash had anything to do with it.
I guess this will tell us.
This is nice.
Bronte took these?
Yes, she was quite prolific. Had quite the eye.
Okay, there may have been a bit of a crush.
- Hmm. Interesting. - Well, it was very one-way.
Yeah, which way?
Oh, my God, I remember this.
I was there when this was taken.
You guys must have been pretty close.
Yeah, like sisters.
It must have been so difficult losing her like that.
It was.
Really hard.
We had a fight the morning of the storm.
It was the last time I saw her.
I'm sorry.
Who took this one?
I'm not sure.
I wonder when this was.
Can I keep this?
Sure.
Catch up, okay?
- Yeah. - How long have I got?
- You all right? - We have ten minutes.
- Really? - Yeah.
So when we get past here...
Just prepare yourself. And be confident.
You're a bit late.
I'll give you five minutes till we transfer him to remand.
Oh, sweetheart.
Oh. It's okay.
It's all right.
It's Verity. Come on, darling, let's get you up.
Come on, can we sit you up?
Sweetheart.
It's me, it's Verity. Brian.
Oh, sweetheart.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry you're in here.
We left you.
We'll get you out soon, I promise.
You've got a really good lawyer.
Everybody loves you.
Brian.
Can you talk to him?
He... He won't respond to me.
- Try? - Yeah.
Yeah.
They ruined him.
Dad.
Hey, Dad, it's me, Kieran.
Your son.
Kieran.
Yes.
Hey, Dad. It's me. It's me. What happened on the beach?
K-Kieran.
What happened that night, Dad?
It's me.
Swim...
Sorry, lads, we're going to have to move him out now.
But he's trying to say something.
No, it's okay, they're not going to cuff you, Dad.
I'm sorry, lads, we have to go. Let's go. Kieran, I mean it.
- He's trying to say something. - Kieran.
- Let's go. - Dad.
- Stand up, Kieran.
Can I travel with him?
You need to come with me. Come on.
Life's goin' nowhere
Somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Swimmer submerged.
You were trying to save her.
Mum. Mum. Mum.
He was trying to save her.
That's why his DNA was on her.
He dragged Bronte's body from the water. That's why she wasn't swept out to sea.
- He was trying to save her. - That's good, Kieran. We can use that.
Life's goin' nowhere
Somebody help me
Can you stand up for us, please, Mr. Elliott?
Somebody help me, yeah