The Kettering Incident (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Roy - full transcript

Tell me,
Senior Constable,

did you speak directly to
Detective Sergeant Dutch

at any point
with these allegations?

Given the circumstances,

I didn't think
that that was wise.

Really? Why not?

I believe, uh,

he could have had time to
conceal the evidence, and...

So you thought it was better
to drop a senior officer,

from a great police family,

right into the shit
from the get go.



Well, I thought the seriousness
of the situation warranted that I...

You not heard of honor, son?

Steve.

Young McFadden was possibly
right to raise this concern.

If these matters were true,

then there'd be serious questions
that need to be answered.

Well, I'm convinced
they are true, sir.

I found the drugs
in his locker...

You don't think
that might be an offence?

I was looking to return
a cardigan to the girl's mother,

a cardigan that he
denied ever taking, and...

Yes,
I'm aware of these matters.

Senior Detective Dutch has
been reporting directly to me.

Necessarily hush-hush,



because we believe there may be certain
organized crime figures involved.

Everything you have mentioned
has been lodged directly with me,

including the drugs
in his locker.

All there.

As you see,
dated well before your discovery.

It was correct procedure to bring
it directly to us. Thank you.

You may return to your station now.
Thanks, Senior Constable.

Tell me about
the world outside.

How long?
Couple of weeks.

What am I going to
tell the boys, huh?

Well, you did promise
you could deliver, mate.

And I fuckin' tried.

Oh, well,
I know it must be hard.

Hard?

You think this is hard?

Well,
the new owners might...

The new owners have no intention
of running this as a wood mill, Jack,

and you know that
as well as I fuckin' do.

Who's gonna buy a wood mill

that's been running at
a loss for five years, huh?

They're gonna turn it into a
fuckin' tourist farm for UFO nutters,

or a fuckin' art gallery,

getting paper made from cocoa palms
from the fuckin' Amazon or some shit.

How the fuck is that
gonna help this town?

Tourism, that's not
a bad thing, mate.

You know what?
Fuck off.

Get out of my office.

I can't deal with you
right now.

I gotta find a way to
tell the men of this town

that their livelihoods have
gone down the fuckin' gurgler!

Oh, Christ, Chloe.

How many cooks went through
here when you owned the place?

- One. A month.

They come here to
escape the rat race.

13,000 parmas later,
they run back home.

- Don't knock the parma.

Oh!

- Oh!
- Look at that.

- Ugh.
- Right, that's it.

God is definitely
telling us something.

Oh!

You were
out for a drive?

Patrolling penguins
or something?

Or something.

Apparently Travis Kingston hasn't
been seen since yesterday afternoon.

He's probably got some poor
tourists trapped in a cave somewhere.

Did Dane call in?

I told him not to bother.
- Why?

I've organized for a few men to
look over Mother Sullivan's Ridge.

Is this based on the
flowers that you found?

Apparently,
they grow up there.

Seems like a good place
to start.

Pretty ironic, eh?

Max's daughter being
killed on his own property?

I'd call it tragic, but I guess
that's what makes us different.

So, hypothetically,

Chloe's body was lugged across
Sullivan's Ridge all the way to the mill.

Or someone drove it.

You see the state of
her clothes? Uh-uh.

We're looking for
a strong bastard.

- Travis Kingston?
- Yeah, maybe.

- A logger?
- Then I ask myself who gains by moving her.

If you're a logger, why not just
dump her in the middle of Mordor?

Let's face it,
no one goes up there.

- To put the blame on them.
- You'd have to think so.

But if not...

An activist
might have done it.

You kill her...

You dump her body at the mill,

dirty logging fascists
get the blame

and the pristine wilderness is
saved for our children's children.

By the way...

You can return this to Barbara Holloway.
I forgot I had it.

Senior Constable
Fergus McFadden.

You're where?

Just stay where you are.

Runaway penguin.

Anna!

What the fuck!

How did no one notice that?

Because a week ago, this dam
was completely full of water.

How do you know that?

What are you doing here?

There's something else.

This must have been
where she was murdered.

She told me
about this place at the party.

Please, Anna, you said
you knew nothing.

Day after the party, I realized
I'd left my coat in her car.

When she didn't come home,
I came here.

And?

It was folded up
on a table in the house.

Why didn't you tell me
about this place?

I promised
I'd keep it secret.

- I didn't know she was dead.
- Right.

And when her body turned up?

- I couldn't remember
what had happened.

- I knew I'd be blamed...
- What the fuck are you talking about?

Stop pulling this
'I can't remember' bullshit on me.

I was found up here
when Gillian disappeared.

- What?
- Lofty found me here.

Dad arrested him to cover.

Cover for who?

- Look at the way Dutch accused me.
- Oh!

Fergus, even my own father
thinks I killed Gillian.

- Fergus.
- Shut up, Anna. Just shut the fuck up!

I have to call this in.
Did you touch anything?

- Just the car.
- Jesus.

There were sleeping bags
in the house.

Five or six of them.

- Think someone was living there.
- Right.

And you never thought
to report that, either?

McFadden to base.

Ah, go ahead.

- Yeah, I'm up at the old Sullivan...
Hang on a sec.

Anna!

Anna!

Mum.

Mum...

Please.

"And someone called me
by my name,

"It had become
a glimmering girl

"With apple blossom
in her hair

Mum...

"Who called me
by my name and ran

"And faded through
the brightening air"

Holy shit.

What's going on?

What's your mother
doing here?

Fergus, I have to
get her back.

She's lost a lot of blood.

I have to stay here.
You take her to the hospital.

I don't know where my car is.

How'd you get here?

Oh, shit.

Are you leaving a crime scene?

What's she doing here?

Who's that?

It's my mother.

Anna was just looking for her Mum.
She found her wandering.

I have to
get her to a hospital.

Here.

Bring it back to the station.

Fergus, fill me in.

Forensics are on their way to
the piggery to check on the blood.

What is this place?
Who owns it?

Well, it's the old
Sullivan place, but the Graysons,

they bought it
a few years back.

Is there anyone in this town

who isn't a fuckin'
Sullivan or a Grayson?

Me.

And what a rare creature
you are, Fergus.

What was Anna doing here
with her mother?

Honestly, I don't know.

- Lofty's a Sullivan, isn't he?
- Yeah.

But he'd have
no reason to hurt Chloe.

Why would anyone
have a reason, Fergus?

You fuckin' bitch.

Two things I discovered
that you missed.

The ute went into the dam
after it was drained.

The paperwork's dry.

And second,

it was Chloe that was tipping off
the Greenies about the loggers' plans.

Get fingerprints to scan it.

We've got a few different tire
marks around the piggery,

some fairly fresh that
don't match Chloe's ute.

Check every logger's tires,
including Max Holloway.

Speaking of tyre marks,
where are they?

And where'd
all the water go?

There is no way these
notions are insignificant.

I've done my research.
I said I've done my research.

What are you doing here?

I heard your mother
went AWOL.

- Is she all right?
- No, she's not all right.

Why are you here?

I help out from time to time.

Drop in on some of
my former patients.

Including my mother?

I'm very fond of Wendy,
you know that.

You should have told me.

I assumed you knew.

You had me admitted here.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't think
it was in your best interests.

I think I'm a better judge
of what my best interests are.

Let it go, Anna. Move on.

It's not healthy to
dwell on your past.

Stop, it's the wrong blood.

She's O, she's not AB.

It says AB on her chart.

Then her chart's
bloody wrong.

I know.
I'm her daughter.

Who, as I understand, hasn't been
around for the last 15 years.

Unless she's had leukaemia

and a bone marrow transplant
in the last 15 years,

which presumably you'd know,
being her doctor, she can't be AB.

Right.

I'll check.

Again.

Barb.

How are you?

Is Travis around?

He's away at the moment. Why?

Did he ever talk to you
about Chloe?

No. Why are you
asking me that?

He used to hassle her.

Follow her around.
Do you know that?

Why are you being like this?

Because my daughter is lying
on a cold slab in the morgue

and some fucker
killed her, that's why.

You don't have to
take it out on me.

I lost a daughter, too,
you know.

Of course I bloody know!

It's all this town's heard
about for the past 15 years.

I'm sorry, I'm just...

I am very, very tired.

And I want to
talk to Travis.

You can't bear me
being happy, can you?

You never liked Travis.

He's never stood up beside the likes
of Max or the other men in this town.

You think I don't know how you
and the others talk about him?

We worry about you.

Don't. Be happy for me.

What do you
really want, Barbara?

I want to know
what happened to Chloe.

I'm sorry.
Of course you do.

We all do... We all...

The police will work it out.

They'll catch the bastard.
I know they will.

You just have to have faith.

You just have to.

I used to think that if I went up
the mountain and the moon was full,

that I'd just be able to,
like, climb up onto it.

It's like there's a whole
another world up there.

Like two for
the price of one.

They're just a trick
of the light, Lize.

It's just dust and shit
in the atmosphere.

Do you miss her?

I do.

Like every day.

Don't.

Who else have I got
to talk to?

Look...
I gotta go to work.

My shift starts at three.

Wait.

Can you give me a hug?

So that I don't disappear?

I think
you'll find our test results

are a little more accurate
than your memory.

I know my mother's blood
type because I know my own.

Whatever her grouping is now,
it's changed from what it was.

Your mother has lost
a lot of blood.

She needs a transfusion, now.

How is she?

Do you know Mum's blood type?

- No, why?
- Oh, forget it.

Fergus said you found her
out at the Sullivan house.

What were you
doing right out there?

- I went out there to murder her.
- Anna.

I go out there sometimes
and check on Gillian's corpse.

Now cut it out, will you?

- Well, that's what you think, isn't it?
- I don't think that.

Is that Yeats?

She likes it
when I read to her.

She would.

Anna told me
that she was found

up at Mother Sullivan's Ridge
when Gillian went missing.

What?

Well, everyone thought that
she was found in Kettering Forest.

That's where they went.

But she was found
up at the old Sullivan house.

Isn't that an odd coincidence?

Yeah, it would be if I
believed in coincidences.

Barb. Max.

This way.

Who could have
done this to her?

That's what we're
going to find out, Barb.

Now, are you sure there was
no one that she was seeing,

or that she may have
met up there, or...

She used to go
up there, sometimes.

You know, with that
stupid UFO group.

- Lofty Sullivan's part of
that group, isn't he? - Lofty?

He wouldn't hurt Chloe.

She used to knit for him.

It was Chloe that was
tipping off the Greenies.

What?

We found
papers in her car.

Emails from your computer.

I don't believe you.

Where were you
the night she was killed, Max?

- Dutch.
- I was at home.

Tell him.

Barb.

I don't know.

- Were you home, Barb?
- No.

I was at Renae's.

So you were
home alone, Max?

Yes.

What the fuck is this?

Are you accusing me of killing
my own daughter now?

We believe Chloe's body was up at
Mother Sullivan's Ridge at some point.

You own that property
with Grayson, don't you?

Yes.

We've got forensics
about to go in.

Your daughter's body
had radiation poisoning.

Now is there anything up there
that might have caused it?

No. It's a bloody forest.

I mean, how would
radiation get up there?

We'll just have to
wait and see.

Deb, is Matilda here?

None of the girls
are at dance practise.

I'm not letting Matilda out of my sight
until the find out who killed Chloe.

- None of the mothers are.
- I understand.

You haven't seen
Travis in here, have you?

No.

Actually, I haven't
seen him in a while.

Never mind.
He's probably at the Cygnet office.

Fergus?

Think we can rule out
a university professor.

More than half the town still
thinks Anna did it, you know?

So?

More than half the town
believes in spaceships.

But you don't believe
she did it?

No.

I don't.

Is that the cop speaking,
or your trousers?

I'm not rootin' the murderer',
if that's what you're saying.

But somewhere you'd like to.

What is it about people
who leave a place

that makes them so much more
attractive than those of us who stay?

Is it you just get bored with
the same breakfast cereal,

or do they pick up something
overseas that makes them so special?

It's not like that.

And you are special.

Yeah, I know that.

And if she'd never come back,
you would have really known that.

Now neither of us
gets what we want.

Don't you want a shower?

My hot water was fixed
over a month ago.

Dr McKenzie?

I don't think this is
a good idea, Dr Macy.

Now you're back,
I'm getting calls again.

From whom?

I have no idea.

They call, stay on the line
and then they hang up.

I just need to run
some tests on Mum's blood.

There's something so strange.

Like what?

You used to treat her.

That was a good while ago.

She never had leukaemia

or anything that required
a bone marrow transplant, did she?

Not while she was my patient.

Her blood group's
changed from O to AB.

What the hell is that?

Her red cells are showing
severe anisocytoses.

Can you see that?

They're smaller and denser.

Looks more
bovine than human.

I'll send it off for
electron micrographs.

I had another vial
of blood checked.

A young boy's.

I thought he had
hemochromatosis

but the results didn't
make any sense to me.

It's like the analyser wasn't
picking up any cells at all.

But he had the markings?

It's happening again.

This is no coincidence.

Personality changes,
cancer clusters.

All in the area of Kettering.

It has to be
connected to this.

How much did you know?

I didn't get this far.
I was asked to leave.

Well you must have
kept records.

Show them to me.

No, I'm sorry.

It's too dangerous.

It would have been much
easier if you'd have loved me.

Hello, Travis?

Mummy?

Mummy, please, help me!

Mummy!

Yeah, yes all of them.

No, Jim said he'll give
you your money back.

Just make sure
nobody eats them.

You serving oysters in
their own special sauce now?

Oh, shit,
I forgot to call Roy.

Please tell me
you didn't serve any.

It'll deadset kill 'em.

There's a few
I wouldn't mind serving them to.

What's happening?

That is what
bankruptcy looks like.

Poor Jim.

Last month we had the best oysters
in the southern hemisphere,

then after that
bloody storm...

- 80 mil in an hour.
- Mother Sullivan's Ridge.

God knows what
got washed down.

There's only trees up there.

It's never been logged.
It's old growth.

Something's up there.

The Devils have got tumours,
the oysters are deformed and we're rooted.

How many are ruined?

One, a million,
doesn't matter.

A bad batch
closes this place.

First the mill, now this.

Tim, have you ever
seen blood changed

from anything other than
a bone marrow transplant?

I'm very well
and thanks for asking.

- Sorry.
- How are you?

I'm fine. Great.

Well, look, I, uh...

I haven't personally seen blood groups
change but it is conceivable, I suppose.

Science is only what
we know today.

Is it related to the markings
you were talking about yesterday?

Anna, are you there?

Yes, so the markings.
I don't know.

Well, I can look into it.
But I'm glad you called.

The Board has accepted
your resignation,

but there's an issue which
we need to talk about.

A problem's come up concerning Frank Henderson,
your patient who died.

- Can it wait?
- No, it can't.

When's a good
time for you?

Tim, I've got to call back.
I've gotta go.

Science,or rather the men
who controlled science,

don't appreciate it when
their rules are challenged.

Of course,
we used to have religion

and that told us that the earth
was created 7,000 years ago,

it was flat, and the sun revolved
around us because God told it to.

Now, we have science.

Science is the God
to who we all pray

and it tells us that our sun is,
in fact, a perfectly spherical star

made up of hot plasma, held together
by incredibly powerful magnetic forces.

But there are still things
that science can't explain.

It can't explain your soul.

Does a rush of hormones
and testosterone

fully describe what it is
to fall in love?

And can science explain
the excruciating loss

we feel when that person
we love most dies?

Science doesn't have
all the answers.

I was working at
an Antarctic base in 1998.

Whilst I was there, I witnessed things,
recorded things,

that are beyond the understanding of
Newtonian physics.

Geomagnetic anomalies
so bizarre

that the government felt it
necessary to stifle all further research.

Anna, you came.

You said something
about the humming.

What do you know?

Ah, it's related to a signal
I first detected down in Antarctica.

It wasn't recognized
by universal codes.

It could be
a submarine, or a drone.

All I know is that
the signal's intensity

increases during
heightened solar activity.

A team of scientists were working
near the source of the signal.

They were out there
for four or five days.

When they didn't return,
a search party was sent out.

Apparently, one of them had gone
completely mad and murdered the other five.

What happened to him?

Died of exposure, presumably.

No body was ever found.

The whole thing was
hushed up, of course.

And what are you saying
caused this man to be so violent?

Whatever was down there

was emitting
electromagnetic waves

that have a profound effect
on the human body.

- But Tasmania's... - I am detecting
the same signal here, Anna, somehow.

It would really
interest me to know

what you were exposed to at
the time of the Kettering Incident.

And what you believe
happened to Gillian Baxter.

Join the queue.

Sorry.

- Message received at 1:40...

Anna, it's Fiona McKenzie.

I checked your mother's
blood against mine.

Whatever is in her blood completely
changed the structure of mine.

I need to look at that boy's
blood you were telling me about.

Call me back immediately.

This is Fiona McKenzie.

Please leave a brief
message after the beep.

Forensics reckon
they got a clear fingerprint

from the underside
of Chloe's belt,

plus several
from the crime scene.

We should start bringing in the
main suspects for fingerprinting.

Starting with your girlfriend.

I'll get Anna.

Good.

We've got five sets
of tyre treads.

Three are from four wheel drives,
one's a sedan,

and God knows what that one is.
It's balder than Bruce Willis.

It's Lofty's.

I've been at him to
get new ones for a month.

What, you didn't want to hit
him with a roadworthy?

Or he's too much of a mate?

- Hey, Lize.
- Hey.

Jump in.

How're you holding up?

Fine.

Has Travis turned up yet?

Nuh.

I had to give refunds
to all of the tourists.

I need to ask you a question.

And I need you to be
really honest with me.

It's about Travis.

Is it true, what you said?

What do you mean?

Eliza, you said he raped you.

If it is true,

then I'll take you at your word
and I'll bring him in.

Have you seen
the twin moon up there?

Yeah.

Lize?

Why do you
lie like that?

I know you must be going
through a tough time at the moment,

especially with Chloe gone,
but you can't keep telling lies.

Thanks, Fergus.

You're always nice to me.

You're a good kid, Lize.

Oh.
What are you doing?

Sorry.

Hey, Lofty!

We need to talk.

What?

I didn't do anything!

I know.
I know, it's okay.

It's just for
a quick chat, all right?

Lofty?

Your ute
was at the scene.

There's fingerprints
all over the place

and there's blood
in the back of your ute.

- It was a seal.
- Oh.

It was hit by a trawler.

- I help rescue them.
- It's true, all right?

He helps out
with wildlife rescues.

They rescue injured sea life,

they nurse them back to health
or they have them put down.

I don't care if he grills
them with a side serve of chips.

He's going inside until I
know whose damn blood it is.

Um, I need to be excused.

Interview is
suspended at 3:45 pm.

Two minutes.

He's been through enough.

What the fuck
do you think this job entails?

Covering for suspects and
making excuses for people you like?

You are one miserable
excuse for a cop.

Yeah.

I'm getting
that feeling myself.

I think I see
what it takes to survive.

Dr McKenzie?

Dr Macy? This is Nurse Patterson.
Your mother has taken ill.

- Is my father with her?
- No, we can't get hold of him.

Could you try him again, please?
I'm on my way.

I was gonna call.

Yeah, I dropped by your place.

Where you been?

I took off for
a couple of days.

It hit me.
Chloe, you know?

Yeah.

Yeah, I reckon everyone's been
feeling pretty flat.

The night of the party.

You weren't at
Franklin Shed, were ya?

I think it might be
a good idea to start over.

I was pissed off with Chloe.

I wiped myself out.
I didn't get home until the next day.

Did you have any idea
that she was selling?

- That's why she got killed, isn't it?
- Is that what you think?

Do you know who
she was working for?

Detective Dutch.

We both were.

I think he killed her.

Are you willing to make
a statement about that?

Yeah. I'll do it.

I wanna nail the prick.

Good man.

Fergus, I've been meaning to
catch up with you.

You left early from
my do the other night.

Yeah.

Well, ah, we were busy.

So I hear.

Did you want me for something?

No, no.

I thought I'd have a coffee
with young Dane here.

Okay.

Talk to you soon, Dane.

Yeah.

Call me if you need me.

Hello, mate.

She just went into
renal failure.

It was like everything
just shut down.

It has to be the blood.

It's not the blood.

We've tested her on
every available machine.

She's AB.

What would you
have me do, Anna?

Put through a blood group
that I know to be wrong?

No. You're right, I'm wrong.

She's dying and I can't even
begin to tell you why.

Sometimes we die
because we die.

What are you doing?

No!

She was always an outsider.

Always felt isolated,

like a lot of the women
in this town.

So she should have
bloody left.

How?

She loved you.

"I went out to the hazel wood,

"Because a fire
was in my head,

"And cut and peeled
a hazel wand,

"And hooked a berry
to a thread,

"And when white moths
were on the wing,

"And moth-like stars
were flickering out,

"I dropped the berry
in a stream

"And caught
a little silver trout.

"When I had laid it
on the floor

"I went to blow
the fire a-flame,

"But something
rustled on the floor,

"And someone called me
by my name,

"It had become
a glimmering girl

"With apple blossom
in her hair

"Who called me
by my name and ran

"And faded through
the brightening air.

"Though I am old
with wandering

"Through hollow lands
and hilly lands,

"I will find out
where she has gone,

"And kiss her lips
and take her hands,

"And walk among
long dappled grass,

"And pluck till time
and times are done,

"The silver apples
of the moon,

"The golden apples
of the sun."