Deadloch (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript

Sam O'Dwyer
is our first victim.

Photos of your injuries:

cracked pelvis, fractured wrist,
broken elbow.

Someone knew
what Sam did to Victoria,

and they murdered him because of it.

I don't want Margaret's money, Aleyna,
I want her to give us our land back.

I know
this is Miranda's earring,

which means she's been
trespassing on my land.

Last night, six bodies were
recovered from Deadloch Lake.

They just pulled a car
out of the lake.

The bobbing bodies car
belongs to William Carruthers.



Margaret's brother?

I found this under the seat.

It's Victoria O'Dwyer's missing shoe.

This town is full
of man-hating lesbians.

I'm bringing those psycho bitches in.

it's amazing what you find
when you actually look.

Tongues, in all your mates' freezers.

They're taking every remaining
Deadloch man over the age of 17

to some secure, undisclosed location.

The killer is
targeting cunts, James.

You're the biggest cunt I've ever met!

You should get on the bus!

Female killers don't kill
for notoriety.

It's a fucking man.



OK. Yes... Yes...

Can everybody just quieten down, please?

I've already confessed
to the murder, Dulcie.

God, it's a fucking aviary in here.

I know that this is not ideal,

but there's not enough room for you all
in the cells at the station.

I uninvite you to Mardi Gras, Dulcie.

Fern and Angela will be starving.

Her children are starving!

Oh, they're not children, they're dogs.

See, Nadiyah's worried sick.

Darling, my lawyer is going to fix this.

I'm sick because I'm pregnant, Cath.

I don't want your gubba lawyer.

Wait, what? You're pregnant?

- Mm-hm.
- Oh, my God!

Can everyone just shut up?

Thank you. Thanks.

- Dulcie.
- Yes.

What is going on?

Hastings thinks that you are
killing the men together,

like a netball team of serial killers.

- What? Us?
- That's ridiculous.

Yeah, yeah.
No, come on, relax your tits.

We know none of you did it, OK?

Vic, Abby found the shoe that you lost
the night of Sam's death.

It was in the same car the killer
used to store the lake bodies.

We think the killer picked you up
when you were walking into town.

They drove you to Aleyna's.

And then they went back
and murdered Sam.

Do you remember who drove you?

Anything at all?
Clothing, smell, their voice?

No.

The last thing I remember was

Sam falling into the water at the shack,

and then, suddenly, it was the next day

and the nurse was trying to
feed me a sandwich.

Dulcie, darling, I mean, surely you can
work out the identity of the person

who drive Victoria
from the car's registration.

The car was registered to your brother.

William?

When was the last time
you saw your brother, Margaret?

Yeah. Or his schmicko four-wheel drive?

It has to be,
oh, five, six...

Yes. Six years ago.

We had a row about Carruthers Island
and he moved to Ubud.

Ugh.

I assumed he'd sold the car
before he left.

There's been no contact since then?

No.

He is in Ubud, isn't he?

Oh, Sven's checking that
with the Indonesian embassy now.

OK, darling, thank you.

Hang on, where's Skye?

If she's been bailed,
I'll be fucking furious.

- She's gone.
- What?

Yeah, after she was released,
she decided that Tom, Vic and I

should leave Deadloch
and never come back.

And when we said maybe not,
she cracked it and drove of without us.

It was the best night ever.

- Oh, fuck. Real smart move.
- I saw her drive off in her Subaru.

Fucking Hastings has probably got
a sniper trained on her as we speak.

- Abby, see if you can get in contact with Skye.
- Yes, ma'am.

What about you, Doctor Mayor?

Remember who dropped Vic off
the night Sam died?

I told you, I thought she'd walked.

Also, I'm night-blind, so I need to
see with my ears, like a bat.

OK. Margaret, do you remember anything?

I wasn't there for long.

Sharelle, what about you?

Fuck the cops.

- OK. Alright, yep.
- Fair.

There was a song.

What was that, Vic?

I do remember being in the car...

...and there was a song playing.

Apa kabar?

Baik, baik.

Bisa tanya...

apakah ada pria yang bernama
William Carruthers yang tinggal di Ubud?

No, no, no, no...

Ya, ya. Saya bisa tunggu.

Saya bisa tunggu.

Shit, shit, shit, shit...

OK, was it that Robbie Williams
and Kylie Minogue song?

- What's that called?
- "Kids"!

- "Kids"! "Kids", yes. Was it "Kids"?
- No, no, it wasn't that song.

OK, OK... Another Kylie one.

Was it, um, "Locomotion"?
"I Should Be So Lucky"?

Uh, uh...
"Can't Get You Out Of My Head"?

Um... Uh, "Step Back In Time"?

Ooh, ooh! "Confide In Me"?
That's an underrated banger.

Can you stop? Stop.
Stop shouting songs at her.

She is not a DJ at a wedding.

Yeah, I've lost it now.

- Ugh...
- Radcliffe! Connell!

Get the fuck out!

- Sir, we just wanted to talk to...
- Out!

Before I arrest you for
improper relationship with criminals.

Excuse me, that's homophobic!

There's nothing improper
about Dulcie and I.

I mean, we are in the process
of breaking up, but...

Cath, shush it! This is not helping!

- Get out! Now!
- Yes, we're going, Shane.

Uh, Commissioner,
I'm Margaret Carruthers.

How long do you think
this is going to take?

Commissioner, we reckon Sam O'Dwyer
was assaulting his wife

and that the killer knew about it and...

Yeah, of course she did. 'Cause
the killer is Skye fucking O'Dwyer,

and now she's done a fucking runner.

Connell, did you tip her off
about the raids?

What? No, of course I didn't, sir.

You've probably got O'Dwyer
on speed-dial.

Ugh. Mate, her phone barely works.

Look, she's got one fucking bar!

- Sir, I didn't...
- Nah!

I should have done this
fucking weeks ago.

You've got your head
so far up these women

you can't see the puss for the bush.

Uh...

Connell, I'm suspending you from duties.

- You fucking what?
- Sir...

- Sir, no. You cannot do this.
- End of discussion.

Get out of here. Go home!

Go colour-code your Birkenstocks
or some shit.

Alright...

Which one of you's the killer?

They're gonna want to
put me away for this,

and I am not taking the rap for you lot.

I've got a kid at home.

- We've all got kids, Sharelle.
- I don't.

Well, I don't have kids either,

but the bond I have
with my dogs is maternal.

I mean, I didn't
birth them, physically...

Fuck's sake! Cath,
stop inserting yourself into everything,

you emotional truffle-pig!

I'm sorry... Excuse me?

The whole time
these murders have been happening,

you have only been concerned
with how they affect you.

Well, that's not true. I love Deadloch.

Really? Because all Dulcie has been
trying to do is stop people from dying,

and you broke up with her because of it.

Darlings, come on.

Women have to support other women.

Oh, fuck up, cunt.

My mum is in jail because you made up
some bullshit story

about her stealing an antique gun.

Now my kid is growing up
without her nanna because of you.

Oh, my God,
is that true, Margaret?

Sharelle, what can I do to help?

Well, you can move.

Thanks to all you tree-changers

that I have to work five jobs
just to afford to live here.

Mm-hm. Deadloch's gone to the dogs
since all you lesbians arrived.

Fuck, Nessa! Shut up!
You can't say that shit.

- What if your son hears?
- So?

So he's gay.

Dolphie's not... gay.

What? Of course he is.

Oh, did none of you know?

See, this is what I'm talking about.

All that civility and no actual
community amongst you cunts.

Like you, dog-mum. You're a cunt.

Yes-mayor, you're a cunt.

Morning-sickness, you're borderline.

And you, Margaret fucking Carruthers,

I hate you the most,
you supercharged fucking cunt.

I'll just say it.

If we're looking for a killer,

Sharelle's the only one
with a criminal record.

I don't have a record, I'm just black.

And when would
I have the time to murder?

If I had free time,
I would take my kid to the pool,

not kill her fucking dad.

Exactly.

Who has the time to
tranquilise all these men,

strip them naked and then drag them
around everywhere?

Because I know I don't.

I don't have time to shit.

Ooh! What was that?

Chicken?

Tammy, I'm already in jail!

Don't make it fucking worse!

My bad. Here's some Cheezels.

Sharelle, Auntie Fay's on the phone
with the legal service,

and she wants to know
what the toilet situation is in there.

Tammy, Miranda?

- It's just chips, Abby.
- Everyone deserves chips.

Uh, it's not about chips.

Margaret found this over on the island.

Wow, that's a... cool earring, eh?

Yeah. I've never seen
an earring like that before.

OK, well, you have, because you were
wearing one exactly like it

the morning you discovered Trent's body.

Fuck! You know what's happened there?

It was that massive kelp gull.

Yeah. He must have
flown it over to the island.

Look, I don't care
if you ever go over there,

but if Margaret finds out
it's happening again,

she's going to do more than
just give you a warning.

Listen, have either of you ever
seen anyone else over on the island?

No, because we
never even been out there.

Oh, my God, whatever. Um, just go home.

I'll leave you some chips.
They're shit chicken

Thank you.

- Fuck, Tammy!
- We'll be OK.

Let's just go for a walk.

Johnson, we got a KLOF out
on Skye O'Dwyer?

- Yes, sir.
- Commissioner, I am telling you it's not her.

Connell, get out of here.

Jesus! Fuck!

Fuck!

- Fuck me dead!
- Fucking hell!

Jesus. Oh, my God. Someone get Dr Rahme
out of the locker cell!

Jesus, Phil!
What happened, mate?

- He's bleeding!
- Why is he not on the bus?

I don't know.

- Or something's happened to the fucking bus!
- Abby, get hold of that passenger list.

- Yes, ma'am.
- He's been shot! It's a chest wound!

The blood is from his tongue, Shane.

His fucking tongue's
been cut out!

- Phil, you're OK. Don't try and talk.
- That psycho fucking bitch!

Don't try and talk, just nod.
Did you walk from the bus?

Get back, Connell.
You're not part of this investigation.

Shane, if he walked from the bus,
then it's probably still nearby!

Which bitch did this to you, mate?

The killer could be on the bus, Shane!

- Coming through, please.
- Stay with me, Phil. Get her out of here!

She'll try and finish the job
her mate started.

I'm a doctor.

I have a duty of care
even to Phil fucking McGangus.

Tip your head forward, Phil,
and keep breathing.

Commissioner, the bus
hasn't arrived at its destination.

- Phil, mate, has Skye O'Dwyer hijacked the bus?
- Call Ray.

- Detective, call Ray!
- Yeah.

- Is it Skye O'Dwyer?
- The killer is a man, Shane!

He was probably on the bus already.

Was she on the fucking bus, mate?

- He can't talk, Shane!
- Agh!

Davo, get him to type on your phone.
Hurry up!

I don't know how!
Work just switched us over to Galaxies.

Oh, shit! I switched it off!

Phil, Phil, just fucking type into mine.

Where is the bus, Phil?

- Fuck!
- Is she executing the men?

Come on, Tom, come on, come on.

- Come on!
- Wake up, you pigeon-chested fuck!

It's Tom. Just text me.

Oh, my God!

- Where's the bus?!
- G'day, it's Ray. Well, um...

It's me on my voicemail.

He's unconscious. Has someone
called a fucking ambulance?

We need to find
that fucking bus!

- Stay with me.
- Come on.

Come on, Ray.

Listen up.

At 1930 hours, 18 men and boys
boarded a bus out of Deadloch,

headed for safety.

In the intervening hours,
our prime suspect, Skye O'Dwyer,

has hijacked that bus.

Digital are pulling a location from
the phones as we speak, but, men...

...we need to prepare ourselves
for the worst.

We're gonna need to nut-up.

We don't know what we're
going to find on that bus.

This could be the Geeveston Party Bus
disaster all over again.

I want everyone fully armed.

Who knows what that psycho bitch
is capable of?

Shit.

OK, fellas, we need to move out
when their location comes in.

So get yourselves ready,
'cause it's gonna get fucking ugly.

What the fuck are you doing?
You're gonna get fucking caught in here.

Oh, none of them
are going to come in here.

They're all terrified of female urine.

Well, what if I want to do a shit?
I don't want you fucking listening.

Well, then I will pop on a song.

- Ugh... My God...
- Come on, Tom, answer your phone.

What the fuck is this fucking bus psycho up to?

I don't know, but he's not taking them
on a hop-on, hop-off winery tour, is he?

Oh!

- Oh...
- Just me, ma'ams.

Here's a list of
all the passengers on the bus.

I also stole Nadiyah's phone
from the police station.

Abby, you cannot just steal a phone.

OK, yes, but, also, you can't just
run an illegal investigation

out of a toilet cubicle, ma'am.

Well, OK, then.

I just thought that Nadiyah might have
a tracking app for Tom,

just like James used to have for me.

Oh!

Oh, whoops,
this is the ladies' bathroom.

Oh, no, I had no idea.

OK, so, William Carruthers' passport
hasn't been used since 2016.

- What?
- Yeah. It's super weird.

Big Eyes, you're absolutely sure that

William Carruthers isn't
one of the bobbing bodies?

Very sure. He disappeared
before the killer started killing.

OK. OK. Uh...

You two find out whatever you can
about William Carruthers' whereabouts.

Our priority right now is
finding the people on the bus.

- Oh, give me that phone.
- No.

You're not going to guess Nadiyah's password.
Let's start with the classics, 696969.

- It's Tom's birthday.
- Oh, that's so sweet.

Nadiyah's such a nice lady, isn't she?

- She is.
- Yeah, she is.

I doubt she would have
a tracking app on...

Ah, no. OK.
She does. There is it.

Mm. Anxious-attachment style.

Oh, my God,
the reception in here is terrible!

Alright.
Let's look at this passenger list.

What have we got here?
Mike, Hunter, Dolph...

We've got Ray... Ah...

I got a location on Tom's phone.

Right, fellas, listen up.

Hurry up, Collins,
something's going on out there.

What? Wait. No, that can't be right.

What?

Telco coordinates show

the men are in the middle of the ocean,
headed to Melbourne.

And, as suspected, so is Skye O'Dwyer.

Her phone is on the boat too.

- Shit.
- That's right.

Man-hijacker Skye fucking O'Dwyer
has the bus on the Bass Strait ferry.

Jesus fucking Christ!

- What a fucking bitch.
- I know.

She's fucking diabolical.

Helicopters are standing by
to chopper us out to sea

to rescue the men from that woman.

OK, fellas, let's move out.

Oh, no. No, I don't want this, thanks.

- I do... I don't want any of this.
- Hey! Oi! Oi!

- Go, Sven.
- Come on, fellas!

- Call me, call me.
- Oh... Um...

- Go, go.
- OK.

So, according to Skye's
phone data,

she left Deadloch and drove inland.

And then she called Tom
and backtracked towards the coast.

Right. And somewhere along
Settler Highway,

her mobile started pinging off the same
phone towers as the phones on the bus.

So, what? Skye's Subaru
just intercepted the bus

and then she just
started travelling with the men?

It looks that way.

So, Skye did hijack the bus?

No, no!

Maybe. Uh...

No. No.

Skye is a hothead. She...

She drove off angry,

came to her senses,
called Tom to apologise,

and then went to wherever the bus was.

But why would she get on the bus?

Look, maybe sh... I don't know.

Let's just hope that the interception
point answers that question,

because right now,
it makes no bumming sense.

No. What's that tune?

That's Happy Birthday again, hun.

- Ah.
- Keep going. You're doing really well.

You've been released. You're free to go.

No. Just you.

No, darling,
it's supposed to be everyone.

Well, my goodness, I don't know how...

This... This is a mistake.

- Oh, bullshit.
- Darlings, I'll get you out of here.

I won't rest until it happens.

That fucking cunt.

So, no sign of him?

OK, thanks.

I'm fine. I can see my car waiting.

Excuse me, Mrs Carruthers?

Mrs Carruthers, William's not in Ubud.

Is there any chance
he never left Deadloch?

Uh...

Well, I... I don't see how.

Abby, is he
a victim of the serial killer too?

- Um...
- Is he in the lake?

It's possible.

My poor William.

Thank you. Thank you for telling me.

Yeah, hm.

Um, sorry, ma'am,

unfortunately, we don't have enough
resources to search the entire...

Of course not. Of course.
No, I assumed as much.

- ...the lake fully to locate William's body.
- Don't apologise.

But if you would like to
fund a search, then...

I think that, um, the lake,
it's so deep,

and, um, the resources
that it would take to search,

and then, even then, it's likely
we'd never find him, would we?

Well, obviously, it's up to you.

Um, but if you'd...

So, Collins, this bit of the road

is where Skye met the men
and hijacked the bus?

Yeah, according to the telcos.

Agh, my reception is...

Ugh.

So, where the fuck's her car, then?

That's a good question.

Ha!

You can't take a bus
on the Bass Strait ferry.

What?
OK, look, see, you can...

- Hey, wh... Hold still!
- Yeah, OK, you can take...

You can horse floats,
jet skis, amphibious cars,

but you cannot take a full-sized bus.

The bus isn't on the boat.

What have you got for me, Sven?

OK, my phone battery's about to die,
but super quick:

Hastings' men stormed
the Bass Strait ferry,

and you'll never believe it...

The bus isn't on the boat?

The bus isn't on the boat. Yeah.

Fuck.

- Hey, you got a phone charger?
- No, sorry, it's in the car.

Uh, anyway, everyone seems
genuinely shocked by that.

One of the cops
punched the side of a truck,

which was, like, very masc of him.

They did manage to find
Skye's car, though.

Guess what was in the boot.

Was it 19 mobile phones?

It absolutely was, yes.

So where the fuck are the men, then?

Um, they're searching the ship
for them now.

They're currently doing a sweep
of the onboard cinema.

Oh. Oh, the cinema?

So, where does Hastings
think they're hiding,

under the seats
like a bunch of old Jaffas?

Sven?

- Sven?
- His battery's dead.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, no!

We fucked it, Collins.

Oh, we fucked it!

I knew I should have stayed with Ray.

It's just like fucking Bushy
all over again!

No, hey, it's not like Bushy.

The killer's thrown him overboard.

Ray's body will be fucking shark chum,

just like Bushy's body
was fucking croc chum!

- Ray is not going to be chum.
- He will be! He will be.

The sharks will be
fucking chumming it

up over my man's tight little bod
and his tight little butt,

and his beautiful fucking...

Stay away from me, Collins.
You'll get chummed too.

Everyone I fucking care about
turns into fucking chum!

- Stop saying "chum".
- Chum!

- Stop it!
- Chum!

Do you really think...

that 18 men were smuggled
onto the ferry in Skye's Subaru?

I don't know.
Maybe she got the fucking boot involved!

Oh, come on. Subarus are roomy.
They're not that roomy.

Oh...

Listen...

Look at me.

The phones are in Skye's car.

The people are on the bus.

And the bus is not on the boat.

Phil made it back to town on foot
and completely nude.

Bus can't be that far away.

Mona's is right up there. It's a servo.

I'm too sad for a second pie, Collins.

They might have vision of the road
from last night.

Come on, chop-chop.

- I need a grank.
- Yeah, well, grank at home.

If you're gonna arrest me too,
you're gonna have to babysit Indi,

'cause there's no-one else to do it.

Fay, I'm not here to arrest you.

I need to ask you some questions
about Margaret's brother.

The walk didn't work at all.
I'm stressing out.

Margaret's going me because
I rejected her scholarship, right?

She's going to ruin my life!

Margaret's not going to do anything
right now, sis. She's in jail.

Let's just watch
the 2019 AFLW grand final.

- It'll help you relax.
- ...found Miranda's earring on the island...

- Crows vs Carlton.
- Shh!

- ...I know the girls have been out there.
- I'm dead meat, you see?

No, Abby. My kids didn't go
out there. That would be that kelp gull.

Gets all about.

Look, if anyone's been
out at the island, we need to know,

because we're trying to find William.

Fay, when was the last time
you saw William Carruthers?

I don't know.
I reckon I haven't seen him since...

That meeting about the island
six years ago.

Why?

Abby, is he the one doing these murders?
Did he attack Phil?

Ted saw Phil running
past the glamping tents.

He said he looked like
a human sacrifice.

OK. Um...

We think that the killer
may have hijacked the bus.

Shit! Tom's on that bus!

Tam, fuck!

What if the dude we saw pissing
on the island that night Trent died

is William Carruthers?

No, it was probably just
a dodge abalone diver.

Aunty Fay said the killer
was keeping a boat out there.

Nah, that wasn't... That was just...

Fuck!

We saw a murderer piss, didn't we?!

Shit! Come on!

He could have 'em at the island!

Where are you going? Tammy!

Fay, can I ask, was it Carruthers Island

that caused the fight
between William and Margaret?

Yeah. According to Margaret,

he wouldn't let us mob
anywhere near the island,

and wouldn't sign it over.

Why are you asking?

I found this beanie
in William Carruthers' car.

That's one of Aunty Joy's.

But why would William Carruthers
have owned one of her beanies?

Margaret said he didn't like us.

I think William wanted to
give back the island, not his sister.

I reckon Margaret's been
lying her ring off about it for years.

You don't say?

This is Dulcie Collins.
Leave a message.

Hi, ma'ams.

I really feel like William Carruthers

doesn't have anything to do with
these murders.

I don't know where he is,
but Margaret does, and...

she really doesn't
want him coming back.

Wherever he is, he's not our guy.

Just answer the question, OK?

Are there any security cameras
around this joint?

I don't know anything
about security cameras.

OK, Mona, well, have you seen any buses
leaving Deadloch in the last 15 hours,

specifically a white bus
with a blue trim?

- A blue bus with white trim?
- No, a white bus with a blue trim.

Are you sure it was white?
That's be very hard to keep clean.

I am. I am incredibly sure, Mona, yep.

No, I didn't see any buses last night.

- OK. OK.
- Fuck.

Except for that white bus that
whizzed by last night, towards Deadloch.

- Wait, towards?
- Shit a brick, Mona!

Towards?

I remember because
the driver was in a costume.

What kind of costume?

Ah, sorry, Ruth.

I'll just serve Ruth.

- Um, no, no. Stay back, Ruth.
- No, not now.

Ruth, how are you?

Just have the petrol, thanks, Mona.

Also, do you sell Fruit Tingles?

Look, I've ordered some, but last week
the lolly truck went over in a hairpin.

- What about Clinkers, do you have Clinkers?
- OK, alright. Shush up, Ruth.

What do you mean that the driver
was in a costume?

Well, they were wearing a mask,
weren't they?

- You tell us, Mona.
- What kind of mask?

Fucking animal mask?

A fucking "Point Break"
fucking Richard Nixon mask?

A mask from the movie "The Mask" mask?

What kind of mask?

It was a gas mask.

You don't see many of them.

You don't, Ruth.

He's gassed the men. That'd be
the fastest way to knock them out.

Oi.

Petrol lady, the... the passengers
on the bus,

did they look awake
when you saw them, or... or...

...or not... awake?

I don't know.
I was chasing after the kindling sign.

It blew halfway to Hobart.

Do you want me to check
our security cameras?

- You said you didn't know anything about security cameras.
- Do we want you to check the se...?

- Oh, fuck.
- Well, I don't.

My husband Alan knows
how to take out the cassettes.

But he's staying with his sister,

because of the serial killer
in Deadloch.

Have you heard about that?

Abby, get to the Gas and Milk.

I need you to look at
Mona's security footage.

Rescuing a bunch of white boys.
How has this become my fucking day?

Should we just tell the cops?
Let them deal with it.

No! We've got too much at stake
to get done for trespassing.

And, at this point, I only trust you,
all the aunties, and...

Kevin the seal.

True. Plus, we're saving the dudes now,
anyway.

Yeah, yeah, for sure.

Yeah, so everyone can shut up.

This is actually pretty big of us.

Mm.

OK, so if he's gassed the men,
they're probably still alive.

There's only one road
in and out of town,

so, where's he taken them?

Now, the bus that Mona saw
was headed towards Deadloch.

So, obviously, somewhere,
it turned around and backtracked.

- What does that mean?
- I don't know! OK?

I am very fucking stressed.

Well, there's been no sight of the bus
in Deadloch,

so I think it's still in the area
between town and Mona's.

Yeah, but where, Collins?

It's bush on one side and fucking
vertical cliff and ocean on the other.

Sven.

Hi. OK, lovely woman
lent me her charger.

- Thank you so much!
- Not a problem at all!

So, Hastings' men couldn't find
a single trace of Skye or the men

on the Bass Strait ferry.

Hastings now says that
the men are still on the bus.

- Mm.
- Yeah. Fuck. Duh.

I can give you a lift.

No, I'm driving that way anyway.

Sorry. Yeah, They realised that you
couldn't even take a bus on the ferry,

which, like, feels like a conversation
you'd have beforehand, but, um...

Hastings is briefing the men now.

They're sourcing infrared cameras.

What the fuck's happened there?

...sniffer dogs.

They're bringing in bees,
those biosecurity bees from the airport.

Oh, and, yeah, Dulce, uh,
Hastings and the task force

are now going to do an aerial search.

They're going to search
the entire coastline for the bus.

They're just starting it now.

Yeah, so, um...

"Born in 1987,
I released my first rap album at 13..."

Lil' Bow Wow.

How the fuck
did you know that?

Chip?

A little bit of food helps my animal
patients with their nausea sometimes.

I'm sorry. No worries if...
if you don't want one.

That'd be great. Thank, Cath.

I can probably have more than one.

Oh, sorry!

I forgot you're not a cat.

No. Thanks.

If you two interfere
on my investigation again,

I will melt your badges down
into a cock ring!

Now, get back to Deadloch!

Now!

Can you please just
give us a minute, Shane?

- We have to go.
- No.

No, I'm staying till they find Ray.

I want to see the body this time.

Abby's found something
on Mona's security footage.

Or what's left of it
after the fucking...

hammerheads have had
a big, old fucking chomp.

Eddie...

Eddie, the bus drove past Mona's twice.
Look.

The first time, it had a busload of men.

You can see their heads
slumped against the window.

And then, half an hour later...

it drives past again,
and, look, it's just him.

There's no passengers.

He's dropped the passengers off
somewhere.

He's...

He's driven back here. He's jumped out.

He's sent an empty bus over the edge.

This is all just another decoy!

He's taken them up into the hills.

Like "The Sound Of Music".

Yeah. Sure.

It's the only place they could be.

Abby, Sven, I think that
your calls are merged now.

Can you hear me?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Dulcie, you did it!

OK, we're heading to Mt Mountain
barbecue area on Grim Hill Road.

We'll coordinate a search
from there. OK.

Copy that, ma'am.
I'm headed there now.

OK, I'll be there as soon
as I can, OK? I'm just doing a drop-off.

Sorry about that, folks.

No, no, no. That's OK, Sven.
That sounded a bit stressful, though.

Oh, my G... It's just...

It's just too much, you know? And I...

It'd be fine if I loved the work,
but I just don't.

And I'm beginning to realise
that I never will.

- Mm-hm.
- And I just think it's time.

It's just time.
It's just time to move on.

Mm-hm. Mm.

According to the time stamp
on Mona's security footage,

the killer had a 30-minute window
to drop off the men then dump the bus.

Now, most of the roads around here
are completely inaccessible by bus,

so he has to be keeping them close
to this one, Grim Hill Road.

OK.

Ma'ams!

It's James's bike.

I was driving from Mona's,

and I found it
on the side of the Settler Highway.

James's phone was
with the others on the ferry.

So, what?
Smart-watch has got on the bus too?

Oh, my gosh, ma'ams, what if it's James?

What if he stole the Loch Nessie mast
from the lock-up?

I mean, he's botched
so much evidence already

I just thought he was failing upwards
until he became prime minister,

but what if he's the killer?

Oh, my gosh, ma'am, I am so sorry

that my ex-boyfriend is trying to kill
your current boyfriend.

- No. No, no. No, you're all good.
- It's OK, Abby. Stop.

That's alright, Big Eyes.

He probably just realised that
he was a sitting duck,

and he flagged the bus down.

Because I called him a cunt,
because he is one.

- OK.
- Yes, he is.

But if I didn't do that, then maybe
he wouldn't have gotten on the bus.

And now if he survives, he's going to
guilt me into getting back with him.

Abby, if he does that,
I will kill him myself, OK?

That's very nice of you, ma'am, but
you don't have to do that. That's a lot.

So, the killer's got to be
in a location that he knows.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Somewhere that he can control the space.

Yeah. Alright. So, what?

He's keeping them at one of
these properties on Grim Hill Road?

- I think so.
- We've got Blood Ridge Winery.

We've got Broken Neck Microbrewery.
We've got Casket Fillers Cidery...

These fucking names!
What the fuck?

Collins, what do we do?

- OK, do we search 'em all?
- Uh...

That'll take fucking hours. We're
running out of fucking time, Collins!

Uh, I... I have an idea.

But I will need to tether off
one of your phones.

Just for the record,
even though I'm saving Tom at the moment

does not mean that
I've forgiven that dog.

Yeah, Tam,
so, what if we find William? Then what?

Well, we'll create a diversion
and we'll jump him, won't we?

Come on.

A masters in marine biology?

Yeah. Yeah. I loved every minute of it.

Well, that's the key, Sven.

- You gotta do what you love.
- Yeah.

That's why I airtask, isn't it, Nick?

- Uh, yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- That's nice.

Yeah, so why were you guys, um,
heading off to Naarm on the ferry?

- Oh, we were booked to take a car over.
- Mm-hm?

We were meant to just
take a bag full of stuff.

And then, yesterday,
the customer's added a car to the job.

So we just went
and picked up the whole lot,

down on, you know,
the side of the road, down your way.

Hang on. Um...

Are you OK, darl?

What sort of car was it?

A Subaru.

Um...

Hello. Is this Blood Ridge Winery?

...Casket Fillers?

...Broken Neck Microbrewery?

I'm looking for 18 men and boys.

No, they didn't make a booking.

Fuck you.

Ugh...

It is a white bus with a blue trim.

A mask. No, not a mouse!

Just check behind
your fucking kegs, mate.

Is there anyone else there
that I can talk to, please?

No. I don't want to speak to
your sommelier.

Yes, I am interested
in your IPA sampler,

but not right now, OK?

I'm trying to find my fucking boyfriend!

G'day.

No, I... I don't want to sign up for
your gin-making course next weekend.

That's not...

Yeah, yeah, sure. OK, you know what?
Sign me up.

I would absolutely love that.
My name is Garth.

Thank you for your help. Thanks.

Thank you.

Bum!

There's been no sight of them. I...

I have no idea where else
they could be. I've...

I've run out of ideas.

I think that we need to rethink it,
that maybe...

...maybe Hastings was right
and we were wrong,

maybe the men were on the bus
and we just didn't see them.

Bushy wasn't chum.

What?

They, uh...

They found his body. He wasn't...

He wasn't eaten by a croc. He was...

He was...

shot in the head.

Eddie, I'm so sorry.

I fucking called it, Collins.

I... I knew, when he went missing,

there was something suss
about it, but...

those boys up in Darwin,
they said I was fucking off on one.

But I wasn't off on one!

That's why they sent me down here.

They... They just didn't want me
sniffing around 'cause I was right.

And we're fucking right now too.

I don't know if we are.
No, no, no, no.

You shut your white hole, OK?
You do know.

And what you know, I know,

because I have been listening to you.

Mainly.

Now...

this motherfucker, he likes to...

he likes to keep them alive before he...
he kills them,

just to have a bit of fun with them,
doesn't he?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

And, in your professional opinion,

do you think he would be satisfied
with driving 18 men off a fucking cliff?

- No.
- No.

No, he'd want to do something bigger

so he could present it to us
like some weird, human cat.

Yeah. And why is that?

- Because he is an egotistical narcissist.
- He is a cunt.

- A big one, yes.
- Yes. Alright?

Now, those men are alive,
and they are out there, Collins.

Alright?

Alright?

Yeah. Yeah, alright.

Ma'ams, Sven's been trying to call you!

Sven, you're on speaker.

The killer used an airtasker, Dulce!

What's that? What's he say?
"Airbasket"?

- What's a fucking airbasket?
- Airtasker. "Tasker". What?

OK, I can't really hear you very well,
so I'm just going to keep going.

Uh, the killer booked an airtasker
to pick up Skye's Subaru

and the phones at the intercept point,
and drive them onto the ferry.

Well, who booked the airtasker?

Yeah, so I asked the airtasker
who booked her,

and she said it was someone
by the name of Louise McEwan.

Oh, God. I muscle-memory drove myself
back to Deadloch,

not the Mt Mountain picnic area.

Sorry, guys, my bad.

Sorry, Sven, did you say Louise McEwan?

So I googled Louise McEwan,
and I found out...

She was murdered.

...she was murdered, in Sydney,

like, seven years ago.

And the investigating officer
was a Detective Hannah Chambers.

Do you know her, Dulce?

Uh, I... Uh, yes, I do. I...

I do know Hannah. Uh-huh.

I can't hear you,
but I think you know her, Dulce.

Dulce?

Tom!

- Any kidnapping happening out here?
- Mike?

Other... dudes?

Come on. There's no-one here.

Let's go before an old-timey ghost
possesses us.

Darling...

- Shit.
- Mrs Carruthers?

Sis, sis, look!

Tiger!

Fuck! She's been bitten!
Has your phone got reception?

Nup. Nothing.

OK, go on, suck the poison out!

- No, I'm not sucking the poison out.
- Well, I'm not sucking it out!

You don't suck poison out!

So, what? We piss on her?

No, we immobilise her until help comes.

Who's gonna help us?

- This dude?
- Um...

Mrs Carruthers,
you've been bitten by a tiger snake.

So stay calm.

How are we gonna
get her back to the boat?

I'll get her down.

Come on!

I'll carry you down to the tinny
like a dead ball.

- Tammy, you can't!
- Yes, I can!

Because I'm cut as shit.

And I'm a fucking exceptional
young lady!

Aren't I, Mrs Carruthers?

Tammy...

Those runners...

Those are from the painting
at her house.

Those are...

William Carruthers' runners.

What exactly are you
doing out here, Margaret?

What the fuck?
She's digging him up!

Ugh!

Fucking shame job, Margaret!

Ugh!

It wasn't him that
didn't want us coming out here.

It was you.

You killed your own brother

instead of giving back our land?

I...

We didn't even want the whole thing!

I mean, of course we fucking did, but...

We were willing to share!

Look out!

Is... Is she...?

Yeah, sis.

That racist is dead.

Ah, yeah, thanks, Hannah.

You said that was Louise McEwan. W...

What's going on over there?

I don't know, ma'am.

No, I...

Is that the one
that Collins...

Um, I think so.

OK, thanks.

Uh... Uh, thank you. Bye. Bye.

- Um...
- Oh, the new Adele album!

Yeah! Is that right?

- Very good.
- OK.

Uh, so, my friend Hannah, who...

Yes, yes, she is the woman that
I had an affair with, OK?

Let's move on.

Uh, so, Louise McEwan was a sex worker.

And she was tranquilised and strangled
just like our victims.

So, I thought the case had gone cold.

But, apparently, a few years ago,
another sex worker came forward,

and she'd been attacked around
the same time, and in the same manner.

But she managed to fend him off

and provide a description
of the attacker.

Maybe the name Louise McEwan
is just a coincidence,

but Hannah's sending through
an Identikit image now.

To your phone, Abby,
because my reception is really crappy.

But, listen, our killer isn't
targeting female sex workers

like Jacko the Bondi Ripperoo
in Sydney, is he?

He's targeting dog-shit men.

So...

What? What?

They're still undesirables.

Exactly, ma'am.

Oi, psychic twins, let me in.
Involve me.

Serial killers who target sex workers

often believe they have a mission
to eliminate society's undesirables,

people who are...

who are traditionally deemed to be
morally reprehensible:

sex workers, gay people.

OK.

But society's changing.

Maybe our killer
got himself a new mission.

- Shitbags.
- Dog-shit men.

When did this, um...

When did this Sydney stuff happen?

Oh, look, it was years ago,
and I was in a really bad...

- The murders, not the fucking affair.
- ...vulnerable place, and I...

Right, uh... Uh, OK.
So, that was... That...

The last attack was
five and a half years ago.

- OK, well, that fits the timeline.
- Mm-hm.

- OK.
- So, what are we thinking, the...

the Sydney killer,
he moved to Deadloch, he...

he got a new MO,

had a little bit of a fucking revamp?

Is that what we're thinking?

I mean, Deadloch is a place
to reinvent yourself.

What did you say?

What was that?

Collins, grab your torch.

- Grab your torch!
- Yeah.

Oh, ma'ams!
The identikit image is coming through.

Ma'ams!

Collins!

He said she was dead.

Cath gave him the pentobarbital.

Ma'ams...

♪ I'm here ♪

♪ I'm here ♪

♪ To remind you ♪

♪ Of the mess you left
when you went away ♪

♪ It's not fair ♪

♪ To deny me ♪

♪ Of the cross I bear
that you gave to me ♪

♪ You, you, you ought to know. ♪

Great song, yeah?

Apparently, she wrote that
about Joey from "Full House".

Mike, did you know that?

Came out in '95. Yeah.

Have a look at this woman, guys.

She's the reason I'm here today.

No, Skye, in Sydney,
when I was your pastry chef,

you taught me about feminism
and about toxic masculinity,

and it changed my whole outlook.

You could see that
I was struggling with my faith,

and with my purpose.

You said, "Move to Deadloch, Ray.
Have a little tree-change."

You know, "Come in and work with Mum."
Do you remember? Eh?

It's just so funny
how it all turned out.

And then your dad was my first mission,
which was just so special.

Because, like, you O'Dwyers
are not just my friends,

you're my chosen family.

Oh! That's better!

Whoo...

How good is it
to talk about stuff, right?

Us men, we've got to talk more,
yeah, guys?

Got to get real!

Brené Brown.

Gez knows Brené Brown.

She says that vulnerability

is the birthplace of innovation,
creativity and change.

And us men, we gotta change, yeah?

I mean, not you lot.

You're all too far gone.

I've got to bin all of youse.

He probably used poison
as some sick tribute to women.

Yes, I agree, it's very, very naff.

Listen, Sven, I need you to go to
the football club and talk to the women.

Collins.

See if they know where Ray
might have taken the men.

- Collins!
- Yeah?

Lou, she's headed off.

Ray said that he got her from
some, uh, widow with a farm.

She couldn't look after her anymore.

Maybe... Maybe she's headed home?

Ma'am, what about this farm?

It's next to
the Mt Mountain National Park

and it backs onto Grim Hill Road.

- Jesus Christ.
- What?

Sven, we're going to
need your help.

OK, Dulce, where am I meeting you?

Geoff Haddick's farm.

Oh, my God, I hate this fucking job.

Ugh. Um...

Hey, uh, F... Fay?

Agh!

Ray, don't do this!

Skye, mate, you know more than anyone
what young men are capable of.

- They're monsters.
- They're just kids!

No, no, no,
but the damage is done.

It's too late for them, even for Tom.
He's joined the footy club.

He wants to be a little Sam,
don't you, Tombo?

Don't talk to my son!

James, mate, I'm talking to Skye.

You've got to let women
have the floor, mate.

Open wide.

James. James.

I've got to shut you up, buddy.

Calm your farm, mate.
This is very, very fiddly.

OK?

Ugh!

I know this is hard to hear, guys,

but we need to
keep each other accountable, yeah?

Stand up, speak out.

- Ugh!
- Skye!

Mate, just chill.

Such a hothead!

Your dad was the same.

Stay the fuck away!

Drop the knife!

Oh, awesome! Hi, babe!

So, Phil did reach you?

I was a bit worried he'd bleed out.

Guys, this is my girlfriend, Eddie.

Ray, stay where you are.

Abby! Wow.

Look at you, coming into your own power.

Hey, I've got something for you.

Catch.

That's pretty neat, isn't it?

Knew you wouldn't break up with James,
so I fixed it for you.

What? I did break up with him, Ray.

You did?

Oh. OK.

Collins!

- Fuck.
- Sorry, Dulce.

That'll probably be fatal.

Fuck, Collins!
Your fucking guts!

No, bugger off, bugger off!

No. I'm not leaving you.

I'm fine! Go after him!

♪ All the things she said,
all the things she said ♪

♪ Running through my head,
running through my head ♪

♪ Running through my head ♪

♪ All the things she said,
all the things she said...

Sexy?

Cath...

Dolphie!

OK, airway, breathing,
circulation, dehydration.

OK, come on!

♪ Yes, I've lost my mind ♪

♪ Daddy looking at me ♪

♪ Will I ever be free...

Welcome to the Mt Mountain
National Park Glow Worm Trail.

I'm Wendy Worm.

♪ All the things she said,
all the things she said ♪

♪ Running through my head,
running through my head ♪

♪ Running through my head ♪

♪ All the things she said,
all the things she said ♪

♪ Running through my head ♪
♪ This is not enough...

How beautiful is this place?

♪ All the things she said,
all the things she said ♪

♪ All the things she said,
all the things...

Should have brought a picnic.

♪ All the things she said,
all the things she said ♪

♪ Running through my head,
running through my head ♪

♪ Running through my head...

Come on, mate.
I've got something to show you.

Fuck my arse!

Did you know a glow worm
is a type of gnat?

Don't die. Don't die.

No, do die. Do die.

You're your own woman.

So you want me to die?

No. No, please don't die!

This is all my fault.

Cath, no.

I knew Ray had the tranquiliser
for the donkey.

But I didn't tell you because I thought
I knew better than you.

I thought Ray was a good guy.

I always think I'm right.

A lot of the time, I am right.
Like, a lot of the time.

But sometimes,
it turns out that I'm not.

OK.

I'm so sorry for taking over
the Google calendar,

and I'm so sorry
for making you join choir.

And I'm so sorry that
I bought this murder farm.

And I'm sorry about that
ugly fucking dog.

Cath, this is all really positive,

and I love you so much.

But, right now, I am bleeding out.

Yeah.

And I'm... I'm hearing you 100%,
I'm hearing you.

But, just quickly,
just one more thing...

Mm-hm?

Let's leave Deadloch.

You hate it here, sexy.

Let's just leave.

My home is wherever you are.

OK. OK.

OK. Let's have a look.

Ah.

Is that it?

No, I can deal with that.

All mammals are basically the same.

The only difference
is the amount of tits.

Oh.

There you are.

God, you look so beautiful.

You can swim.

Yeah, I'm not bad at it, actually.

And you made up that story about Lou
to get close to me.

Oh, babe, no,
you really needed to talk about Bushy.

Hey, I was thinking,

we should move away from Deadloch.

Like, I'll miss our friends
and everything,

but just after
how stressful it's been for you

and how busy it's been for me,

it might be nice just to get
a fresh start, you know?

In a new town, less baggage.

Get dog, start a family, maybe.

Start a fa...

You're a fucking serial killer, mate!

Babe, I'm actually making Deadloch
better for women.

This place has come so far

since I started getting rid
of all those toxic men.

Look, Skye and Vic are thriving,
Aleyna's the mayor.

Did any of the women
actually ask you to do this, Ray?

'Cause I'm pretty sure if you had
asked them what they wanted,

they wouldn't have said, "Oh, yeah, Ray,

"butcher half the town, mate.

"That's what Granny
burnt her fucking bra for."

No, I know they wouldn't have said that.

Because women are victims
of the patriarchy, babe, right?

They're oppressed and helpless,

and they need male allies like me,
men with vision,

who can lead the charge.

- This isn't about you!
- No, I know it's not about me, Eddie.

That's why I'm killing men now.
I've stopped killing women.

I don't have to do all this murder!

Yeah, everyone knows that, mate!

Everyone knows that except fucking you!

My life is actually harder
if yours gets easier,

but I'm still putting in the work

to make a perfect world for you women,
by myself, for no credit.

Oh, yeah, sounds like
you want fucking credit.

No, I don't want credit.

But, you know, a little credit
for not wanting credit

for this cool thing I'm doing for you
for no credit might be nice.

- Oh, so you do want credit, then?
- No, I am just an ally, Eddie.

I am the best ally.

Say it.

Say I'm your best ally!

You were fucking murdering women
six years ago, ya cunt!

I have been on a feminist journey.

I have female friends now.

I go down on women.
I have changed.

No, you haven't, alright?

Your answer to everything
is still murder, you psychopath!

Let's just reset there.

Why don't we forget about this,

just go have a cuddle on the couch
and watch a Buffy?

Stay the fuck back.

Babe, look, you're upset. Yeah?

Trust me, you do not want
another man's death on your hands.

- What?
- Yep, that's right.

You should have been
with Bushy that night.

He'd still be alive.

But you couldn't think clearly,
and so Bushy died because of it.

Nah. That's not how it happened.

Now, I've got a mum,
and a kid too, somewhere.

Imagine if you do something to me now,

imagine how they might feel.

Come on, babe. Just put the gun down.

Agh!

- Shh, shh, shh.
- Let her go!

Drop the knife! Drop it!

Yeah, g'day, Dulce! How's it going?

Drop the knife, Ray.

Oh, can't, mate, sorry.

Keep your hands where I can see them!

OK...

No, no, no.

No, don't, Ray.

Just get out of the water!

Ray... that current is dangerous.

Come on, Dulce.

I'm an excellent swimmer...

Oh!

Oh, where'd he go?
Where'd he go? Did he go under?

I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know.

Attention, all units.

The men are not on the bus.

Repeat, the men are not on the bus.

Skye O'Dwyer is
swimming the men out to sea.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Nah. Probably...

...gonna need to unpack all of this

in some professional-type...
therapy setting.

Nuh, you're right, Collins, you're...
you're hurt.

I'm in shock.
I can't feel a thing.

Alright, OK, let's get you out of here.

Come on. Chuck your arm over me.

Come on.

- So, Collins...
- Yeah?

Were you always into women,
or was it something you had to work on,

like a muscle?

I recommend everyone
give it a try at least once,

see how you go.

Ah, yeah? I've done stuff.

Oh, that's good.

You're halfway there.

And now for our team captain,
Tammy Hampson!

Hey, everyone.

Remember to grab a sausage
from Bakery Vic.

We're raising money
for the Milaythina-ta Community Centre

so we can get our island back.

OK, cool.

Uh, go the Pademelons!

♪ We belong to the light,
we belong to the thunder ♪

♪ We belong...

That's my rainbow family.

Have you heard that term before, Sven?

Um...

No, I haven't heard that before,
Vanessa. That's great.

Yay!

Hello. What are your pronouns?

♪ We belong ♪

♪ We belong, we belong together ♪

♪ Maybe it's a sign of weakness ♪

♪ When I don't know what to say ♪

♪ Maybe I just wouldn't know
what to do with my strength anyway ♪

♪ Have we become a habit? ♪

♪ Do we distort the facts...

Hi, Kate.
I'm headed to forensics now.

Yeah, so, judging by
the size of the maggots,

I think the victim's been dead
for at least 24 hours.

Oh, am I right?

Yeah. I knew I would be.

♪...thunder ♪

♪ We belong. ♪ ♪

How do you like your sandals?

My feet feel naked.

Hey, you two!

I'm just heading in to town.

The humidity in Darwin's
doing my head in.

And the Airbnb host, Tarneen,

she gave me a good lead
on a thrush cream and it comes in bulk,

so I'm going to get enough
for all of us.

Oh, my God.

There's, like, a swamp under my boobs.

- Anyway, I'll pick you up in halfa!
- Alright.

- I love you, sexy!
- Love you. Thanks, love.

Love you, Eddie!

Yeah, that's... Mm. OK.

What was that?

I love you too.

- Bye!
- Bye, love.

You ready?

Nup.

Let's go.

Uh... Yeah. G'day, Holly.

Um, this is my mate Duleese.

And, uh, we're here
to help solve Bushy's murder.

- Aren't we? Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah, we are.

Uh, would you just excuse us
for one moment, Holly?

Duleese?

Yeah?

Do you not know my name?