Deadloch (2023) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Ma'am, I think it's Trent Latham.
Trent!
- Vanessa! No! No!
- Trent!
We've recruited an interstate
detective to lead the case.
Detective Eddie Redcliffe
is my name. I am from Darwin.
Who is the psycho with
the 25-page rap sheet?
That is Gavin Latham,
Trent Latham's brother
and business partner.
What happened to your windscreen, Gavin?
- [EDDIE] Who's that?
- [DULCIE] That's Trent.
Looks like our brothers
took a little trip together.
Time of death was between 3 and 4am.
No foreign DNA on the body.
What's the deal with
that forensic pathologist?
"Lingua amputo."
[DULCIE] Five years ago,
Deadloch's mayor, Rod Dixon,
washed up dead on the
same beach as Trent Latham.
Comin' through!
Who was that woman with Dulcie?
- The detective?
- He's a woman?
Vanessa! Stop right there!
[GRUNTING]
[SCREAMS]
- [THUNK]
- [WHIMPERING]
Lingua amputo.
[KOOL & THE GANG:
"CELEBRATION" PLAYS ON RADIO]
♪
[CATH] Sexy, don't they all realise
we moved to Deadloch specifically
for work-life balance?
Well, I just don't think that the
murderer, or Commissioner Hastings
care about our choir schedule, love.
Oh, I have to go.
I think I'm still upset you lied to me
about Detective Redcliffe, you know?
Yeah, and as I said, I
omitted some information
because I was worried about
how it'd make you feel.
- Where's my
- The front door.
- Right.
- I felt triggered.
And you have communicated
that thoroughly, love,
and, again, I really apologise.
- For lying to me?
- Well, for
Yep. Mm.
Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
So let's just reset.
This whole investigation
has just got absolutely nothing
to do with our lives here,
and I will parent my emotions
and you'll do your work.
Oh, great! Great.
Your emotional work.
Yep, okay. That's good too. I just
I do really want to keep
talking about this, Cath
- Me too.
- but I I have to go.
- 'Course. Yeah, I'll chat to you in the car.
- Okay.
Alright. Okay.
So Margaret called. She wants
the bales no more than 3m apart.
Has Amanda Palmer arrived?
- Yep.
- She has? Okay.
So the murders haven't deterred her
TAMMY: Is it just me,
or does no-one care that
two dudes are fully dead?
I know.
I saw a yoga class on
the beach this morning,
right where you tripped
over Trent's dead dick.
Ugh
- We should go to his funeral.
- Why?
He kicked you off the footy
team the moment you turned 14
because you weren't a boy. You hate him.
I don't hold grudges. I go with love.
You just want to go in case
a footy recruiter rocks up.
Yeah, 'cause this town is cooked, brah.
And I'm gonna get out, via my banana.
You're allergic to bananas.
Oh, it's a type of kick, M.
Fuck.
Autopsy of Gavin Latham commencing now.
- Time of death approximately 28 hours ago
- [PHONE DINGS]
Oh, sorry, sorry. Senior Sergeant
Detective Collins just texted.
She said that Detective Redcliffe
told her that the autopsy
started in half an hour.
Yeah, well, boo-hoo for
her. Crack on, Smartwatch.
Very similar to the brother.
There's no foreign DNA on the
body. He's been completely cleaned.
- Wow!
- Ah, excuse me, babe.
- The hyoid was broken.
- Mm-hm?
Same sort of ligature
was used to strangle him.
- You see these bruises here?
- Mm-hm.
- [DULCIE] Detective!
- They're full of blood.
You said the autopsy started at nine.
Oh, well, the early
bird catches the crim.
Okay, let's get back to it, can we?
James, how long was
Gavin's body on the beach?
Nup. What about the Latham
brothers' tox report?
What are we talking? Fuck-ton of drugs?
You reckon some fucking
local dealer bumped 'em off?
Well, we won't found out who killed him
until we found out how it happened.
Now, the bodies were
transported by boat.
Oh, you and your fucking boats!
[JAMES] Okay, Collins, in
answer to your question
the minimal amount of pooled blood
suggests the body hadn't
been lying on the beach long,
- which actually suggests the killer
- [PHONE DINGS]
Oh, just one second. One second.
Well, if we're all attending
to personal matters
[EDDIE] Hey, no, answer me, mate.
[JAMES] at your make-up
trial tomorrow, babe,
just make sure the lady doesn't go OTT.
You've already reeled me in.
There's no need to be
impressing anyone else.
Hey. Oi! Smartwatch!
What about his fucking
toxicology report?
Yeah, it's still pending, Detective.
The liver's damaged, though.
But from what? Drugs? Hey? Which ones?
Ah, T-B-C.
Well, T-B-have a fucking guess.
Okay, what type of knife was
used to cut out his tongue, James?
How was his tongue removed?
With difficulty, I'd say. [CHUCKLES]
See these ragged marks on the
throat? They're from a serrated blade.
But these ones on the cheek,
they're more dagger-like.
- So the killer
- [PHONE BUZZES AND DINGS]
Ugh.
Can we just have a modicum
- of decorum in here, please
- Can you just keep going, James? Thank you.
- Just keep going.
- I surmise the killer used
two knives to cut out the tongue.
Which tracks: the tongue is actually
the strongest muscle in the human body.
- [DULCIE] It's not, James.
- Yeah, yeah, just wind it up, mate.
- The jaw and teeth have been chipped
- [PHONE RINGS]
- Ooh.
- Babe!
Sorry, Sven, I can't
really talk right n
Copy that, Sven.
They've found Gavin's
ute at the old sawmill.
[SVEN, OVER RADIO] Dulce,
forensics are headed to the sawmill.
They'll meet you there, okay?
[DULCIE] Copy that, Sven.
The sawmill used to be the main
source of employment in the town.
After he died, Margaret
Carruthers' husband, Rod Dixon,
left it to local
businessman, Phil McGangus.
Margaret has bankrolled the Feastival.
She also has a popular line
- of gourmet food products, Margaret's Table
- Why can't Big Eyes drive me anymore?
I'd rather hear her bang on
about that knob-jockey boyfriend.
- Sorry, fiancé.
- Because I'm on this case, and I can drive us,
so here we find ourselves.
And I think it's relevant
because Rod Dixon was the mayor.
On the beach. With the missing tongue.
Oh, you're not still going
on about that, are ya?
Yes, I am, because fur
seals don't eat human flesh.
I think it's worth reinterrogating
how the tongue was removed.
No, no, no. Okay?
Enough of your fucking Miss Marble's
Midwinter Murder Theories, mate.
The Latham brothers were
up their scrotes in drugs.
Someone's making an example of them.
Who's Who's the local drug dealer?
- Joan.
- Okay, so this Joan, what is she?
Is she like a Judy
Moran crime matriarch?
She sells under-the-counter
hash gummies
at the local farmers' market
every second Sunday of the month.
- Okay, well, it's bigger than Joan.
- Mm-hm.
Town like this, probably some
kingpin running drugs with boats
and he's gone under your radar
because he is a man and you are a
you know.
[DOG BARKS]
You can just stay in the car and
keep the heater going, if you like.
Yeah, I could, couldn't I?
[DOG BARKS]
The ground's still wet from
the storm two nights ago.
We actually had 25mm of
rain in under an hour.
Fuck, really?
Keep me posted.
[DOG BARKS]
Ah, look at this big-boy toy.
Any sign of the tongue?
Ignore her. What about blood?
- Any other evidence?
- Mm-mm.
Yeah, it's probably 'cause of the storm.
We actually had 25mm of
rain in under an hour.
Yeah, she's gone. She's gone.
- [MCGANGUS] Well, well, well.
- I
[DOG BARKS]
Good morning, Phil.
Let me know if you find anything.
Shane's got two women
working the case, has he?
Brave man.
The Commissioner and I are
good mates from our footy days.
I'll let him know how
you girls are going.
Yeah, please. Yeah, you do that.
So Gavin and Trent used to work out
here at the sawmill, didn't they?
[MCGANGUS] Everyone used
to work at the sawmill
before your lot took root, hmm?
[DULCIE] Any idea what Gavin was
doing out here the night he died?
[MCGANGUS] Absolutely no idea.
- [DOG BARKS]
- Oi!
Can I help you there, sweetheart?
Yeah, what's all that shit? In there?
Well, that's my personal property.
- Oh, yeah?
- Uh.
And where were you two nights
ago, Mr McGangus, was it?
I was with Mike Nugent at the
footy club, planning Trent's wake.
Now I've got to plan another one
because two of me mates are dead.
It's no good, is it, Phil?
And can this, ah, Mark, corrobor
corrlob corroba
Can Mike corroborate that, Phil?
Well, I wouldn't have
said it if he couldn't.
What about you, Jimmy? Where
were you two nights ago?
I was at the Doorbell till closing.
- She was there too.
- That's irrelevant.
Were the Lathams involved in drugs?
Not that I'm aware.
- Are you involved in drugs?
- Not that I'm aware.
I'd like to take a look
in that sawmill, Phil.
Would you? You know
what you need for that.
- A warrant.
- Eyes.
Mm, yeah, is that alright
with you, Inspectress?
Yeah, 'course. Is it okay with
you, Phil, if you eat my dick?
[MCGANGUS CHUCKLES]
Shane's gonna love this.
[SCOFFS]
Good. That was good.
So, up in Darwin, do you lot threaten
all interviewees with fellatio,
or just the ones that are grieving?
Let's go.
You want to tell me where?
Fuck! Trent's wife!
Vajazzle.
- [SQUELCH]
- Agh!
It's Margaret's Feastival, Gez,
and her name looks like "Maggot".
Maggot Carruthers.
Oh, gosh, I feel like such a dingo.
It's okay, babe. I know
it's just a mistake.
[DULCIE] Detective, what are you doing?
But, obviously, fix it, or I'm
revoking your volunteer privileges.
Dulcie!
[EDDIE] Is this the drug-cunt
brothers' gym, is it?
[DULCIE] Well it's Gavin
and Trent Latham's gym, yes.
Detective, in light of
the Phil McGangus debacle,
I'd like to take the lead on the
interview with Vanessa myself.
This is my town and Vanessa
and I have a relationship.
Oh, yeah, what's that relationship like?
You and your inner-city lezzo mates
narrowly avoiding getting
hate-crimed by Vanessa's lot?
Ah, well, obviously
Deadloch isn't perfect
It's Satan's fucking snow globe!
I think that right now, Vanessa
would appreciate a familiar face,
in a pair of actual shoes.
- [ALEYNA] Dulcie!
- Mate, I am the lead detective, okay?
You are a day-rate cop who's used
to solving great mysteries like
"My Hat Is Missing",
and "I Shot My Dog".
So, hipso facto, I'll be
doing the interviewing, okay?
- Dulcie?
- Yes?
What you pulled at the parade last
night cannot happen again, okay?
Okay, well, I didn't
kill him myself, Aleyna.
I mean it. No more of
this dead body nonsense.
You know how hard Margaret and
I have worked at this Feastival?
It's given me IBS.
- Detective! Aleyna, I do want to, and I will
- My colon is shredded, Dulcie. Shredded!
[EDDIE] We found the
Pro-Bro ute this morning.
Pretty Pretty schmick rig.
Yeah, must be worth a bit of coin.
Got me thinking, you know?
How could Trent and Gavin afford
a souped-up ute like that when
that gym downstairs is emptier
than an arsehole after breakfast?
- Was it drugs, Vanessa?
- Detective.
Was it drugs?
You know, started with 'roids,
peptides, Molly, then, bang!
Half of Deadloch are just sticking
Special K right up the dick hole.
- Is that it, Vanessa?
- I I am
- Is that it, huh?
- I'm deeply sorry about this.
- I don't like you.
- Okay.
We know you threw the plate at
his head, didn't you, Vanessa?
No, Trent threw the plate at her!
It ricocheted off the marble
accent tray and hit him in the head.
And we know about the affair.
- Mm, we've seen the dick pics.
- Detective.
How long have you and
Gav been smashing meat?
No, Mum kept telling Uncle
Gavin to stop sending her photos,
but he just kept sending them.
See? Look at her phone for yourself.
- Oh, good one.
- I'm not even sure if they're his.
They have watermarks.
I never wanted his penises.
Ah Who are you?
Are you her dad, are ya?
No, I'm Greg, from Grey Lady Funerals.
Ah, Vanessa, Rod Dixon was
their boss at the sawmill.
- Were they on good terms?
- What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Just a second, Vanessa.
This question is relevant.
- My fuzzy brown arse it is.
- It absolutely is.
More relevant than anything
out of your mouth this morning.
- I'll tell you what is a relevant
- [VANESSA] Rod.
Yeah. Yes, Vanessa.
He was president of the mayor.
He was
President of the football club,
and the mayor. Thank you, Vanessa.
- Lesbian.
- Okay.
Everything was good until Mr Dixon died,
then his wife shut the sawmill down.
- I see.
- Mum said it was part of God's plan,
because if they hadn't lost their jobs,
then the three of them would have
never opened the Beast Factory.
Three?
Yeah. Phil's a part-owner.
Really? Well, isn't that fascinating.
And what percentage
of of that did he own?
I don't know. I'm 17.
[ABBY] Phil's a majority
owner of the Beast Factory.
He co-owns Pro-Bro protein powder.
He owns Vanessa and
Trent's place upstairs.
Well, that's fucking cosy, isn't it?
And, of course, the old sawmill site.
Oh, gee, Sarge,
I wonder where he's getting all
the cash for all these purchases?
If Phil was running drugs,
we would know about it.
The money's probably from his
fishing business. He owns a trawler.
Well, there's a fucking
mystery murder boat
you've been banging on about,
it's Phil the drug king's boat!
Phil's boat was not used in the murder.
The harbour surveillance
footage from the night Trent died
comes from Phil's boat, Detective.
It was parked at the harbour all night.
It's moored, ma'am. Sorry.
Okay, then he's got
some associate, you know?
A dodgy fuck who's got a boat
and he carts the bodies
and the drugs around.
You are over-simplifying this.
What the fuck is Father
Time doing up here?
I told you that Rod Dixon's death
might be connected to Trent and Gavin's.
There is no connection, okay?
And if you mention
the seal tongue again,
I swear to God I'm gonna
cunt-punch you so hard
you're gonna double as a hand puppet.
[SVEN] Dulce, I've got Cath on
the phone. She says it's important.
Well, did she try my mobile?
Yes, but your coverage is terrible.
Right.
- [MURMURS] Bullshit.
- Hi, love.
Sexy, you've got to get
a new mobile carrier.
Your coverage is terrible.
I'm picking up tickets
to Helena Papatonis
Oh, love, I really can't
see a show right now.
No, I know. I gave
your tickets to Nadiyah.
Textbook Skye, making her new girlfriend
move to a town where the
poor thing knows no-one.
- So depressing.
- Right, yeah.
[EDDIE] Fucking knew it!
Amphetamines, uppers, downers,
tranqs, steroids, peptides, shrooms.
The Latham brother's tox report
reads like a fucking
dark web shopping cart.
And I bet my right tit
McGangus and those Latham boys
are storing drugs at
that fucking sawmill
in that banana-guava
flavoured Pro-Bro shit.
Maybe that's why Gavin was out
there the night he died, ma'am?
Yeah, he was moving the product.
The Latham boys did the dirty on
him and that's why Phil killed them.
I need to search that sawmill.
You! How are you getting
on with that warrant?
Warrant? I didn't know
that was in my column.
Oh, fucking small town fucking
[CATH] Nadiyah just told me
the detective has to move
out of the Bush Wolf tomorrow.
Her room's been put
up for the Feastival.
Okay. Alright.
The earlier she can
check out, the better,
just so Nads has got
time to give it a clean.
It looks like a Tracey Emin
installation, apparently.
Big Eyes, grab your keys.
Oh, um, I've actually got my
wedding make-up trial today.
- Cancel it.
- Okay.
[CATH] Don't stress about it,
I'll find the detective
somewhere to stay.
I'll take it off your plate
and I'll put it on my plate.
Oh, thank you. Thanks,
love, that's great.
Speaking of plates, I really
want to go down on you tonight.
Oh, okay.
'Cause, you know, when we work
through conflict, I get horny.
Shouldn't we wait for Senior
Sergeant Collins, ma'am?
Nup.
You, get her onto Phil McNugget's alibi.
- Yep.
- We're going bush.
- Oh, actually that's Dulcie's jacket.
- Who?
- I do have to go right now, love.
- Okay.
Okay, sexy, I love you. Bye!
[SVEN] Hi, Virginia. Now, I
need to organise a warrant.
So, what's the go there?
Is there a county sheriff
that I call, or is it a PDF
Where'd she go?
Ah, she didn't say, but she wants
you to verify Phil's alibi, please.
- Oh, she does, does she?
- Mm-hm.
Where's my jacket?
[EDDIE] Come on Phil, you
puffed-up fuck-hole. Show yourself.
I can't believe I'm on a stakeout!
It's so aggressively policey.
So did you always want
to be a female detective?
It's pretty cool. There aren't many
women in forensic science, either.
That's what I originally studied.
James was my lecturer, actually
- Too much talking.
- Yep!
[PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES]
That might be Senior Sergeant Collins.
Should we tell her what we're doing?
Nah, I'll text her.
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
[PHONE RINGS]
Yeah, nah, it's Eddie. Ah,
yeah, nah, leave us a message.
[BEEP]
[HANGS UP]
Phil McGangus said that
you were with him the
night that Gavin died.
Is that correct, Mike?
Yeah. We were organising
the music for Trent's wake.
- Mm-hm.
- A lot of Tool.
It's what he would have wanted.
Excuse me, I'm looking for
Helena Papatonis. Is that you?
Ah, no, I'm a cop.
Yeah, the performance is over the road.
Oh.
Can't believe the Latham
boys are both dead.
25 blokes graduated my
year at Deadloch High.
Now there's only a few left.
Really? Why?
Suicide. Drugs.
Oh, there was one drink-driving
accident wiped about seven of them.
They were in a boat.
On the roof.
Was that all you wanted to ask me?
Yeah. that was my only job for
the whole day. Thank you, Mike.
Actually, no, Mike,
there is something else.
You were still on the force
when Rod Dixon's body
was found, weren't you?
Yeah, that was my last day.
Put a bit of a dampener
on my farewell drinks.
Why aren't there any
photos in the case file?
- Sven, it's me.
- [SVEN] Hey.
I need you to have a hunt around
for any old station cameras lying about.
I'm looking for some
photos of Rod Dixon's body.
Apparently the old station
sergeant used to let them take the
- camera home on the weekends.
- Okay.
And any instructions from the
detective as to my next steps?
- Ah, nope. Nothing yet.
- Nothing!
- Okay, perfect.
- Okay. Cheers, Dulce. Bye.
[HANGS UP]
Cath. Cath, when does this finish?
It's Endurance Art,
Nadiyah. No-one knows.
Ugh, wow.
Okay. [CHUCKLES]
Um, I have a lot of people checking
into the Bush Wolf today, though.
[CROWD] Shhh!
[WHISPERS] Sorry.
[EXHALES]
[CATH WHISPERS] Dulcie!
[DULCIE] Sorry Margaret, I didn't mean
to interrupt your Feastival meeting.
It's fine, it's fine. Here we are.
Thank you, darling.
- Thank you.
- Vanilla dust?
Ah, no, thanks, darling,
Margaret, I'm working.
It's sugar, darling. It's
not methamphetamines. Mm-hm.
[CHUCKLES]
So, here is the artwork
for your book launch.
[GASPS] God, I look like a psychopath!
Well, we can change it. We'll change it.
No, no, it's fine, darling.
It's fine, it's fine.
Your semi-freddo is melting, hmm?
I actually do have a few
questions for Margaret
No, Dulcie, I was here
first. This is my turn.
Aleyna, I want you to go
outside and start walking.
And then I want you to keep walking
until your shoulders
stop grazing your ears.
You're very stressed.
I am stressed, Margaret.
My colon is red-raw.
I'm sorry if that's
too much information,
but you just remind
me a lot of my mother.
- Except more motherly.
- Yeah.
- And white.
- Good. Off you pop.
Aleyna!
Slower.
Now, Dulce, how can I help?
It's about Rod.
If you've come to tell me
he's dead, you're a bit late.
It's just a formality with
beach-based deaths.
Was Rod alone on the
boat the night he drowned?
Yes. I mean, normally he went
fishing with his friend Sam
Sam O'Dwyer?
Yes, but that night he
was alone, and, um
weather was terrible,
and he just he just
fell in.
- No life-jacket, of course.
- Mmm.
- Men!
- Yeah.
So, what are your thoughts?
I'm just I'm not at liberty to
discuss the case, Margaret, sorry.
I meant the semi-freddo.
- Oh!
- It's for the dessert line.
Right. Mmm. Sorry. It's good.
It is just awful though, isn't it?
- It's maybe a little gritty.
- I meant the murders.
Right. No, the murders.
They are very bad.
So, did you see Rod's body?
Ah, no, no.
- The police recommended against it.
- Mm-hm.
You know, because of what
Kevin the Seal did to him.
- But Claire saw him.
- Claire?
Yeah, Claire found Rod when
she was walking her groodle.
She did a painting of him.
Tried to give it to me.
Hmm.
I tried to give it to Margaret,
but she didn't want it.
Really? I can't
Yeah, but I mean, you've
seen the Carruthers Estate.
I don't think Margaret's
much into modern art.
Yeah, yeah, that that's the reason.
My therapist thought that painting Rod
might help me process the experience.
It didn't. I mean, I
ended up taking Valium.
[VAPER BUBBLES]
I left my therapist. I
mean, she was terrible.
Also, we kept sleeping together.
[BUBBLING]
Oh, what? It's medicinal, Dulce.
Mm-hm. Do you have a prescription?
[BUBBLING]
Claire, what's that mark?
Oh, that's red wine.
Oh, bum. I thought
it was something else.
Hey, how is Cath going
at Helena Papatonis?
It was so boring I had to leave.
[EXHALES SHAKILY]
[SNORES SOFTLY]
Ma'am!
- Ugh.
- Ma'am!
- Oh!
- Sorry!
- Fuck!
- Phil's loading Pro-Bro boxes!
Oh, fuck. [WEARILY] We're
on, we're on. Follow them.
- [STARTS ENGINE]
- [GROANS]
- No lights!
- Sorry, ma'am!
[BANG]
Sorry. That was a rock, I think.
Gosh, it's dark.
What is this place?
This is Deadloch Lake,
which translates to "Deadlake
Lake", which is weird.
Also it’s not even a lake,
because it connects to the sea
- Shh!
- Yes, sorry, I'm nervous.
[EDDIE GASPS SOFTLY] Now why would
you be dumping all this product
if you had nothing to hide, eh?
Fucking knew it! He's a sneaky fucker.
- [EDDIE] Brr
- [GENTLY SPLASHING]
[ABBY] Is it cold, ma'am?
Yeah! Me muff's frozen over!
Got it!
[SVEN, ON RADIO] So Dulce, I found
you a bunch of old station cameras
that might have the Rod Dixon
crime scene piccy-dicks on them.
- Oh, great.
- Yeah, but there's no chargers for them.
So
That's that, I guess. Dead end.
Ah, no, no, not a dead end, Sven.
You go to the shops, you get on Gumtree,
you post on the Deadloch
Police Facebook page
and you track down some chargers.
Any word from the detective?
Ah, yeah, Abby just got onto me.
- Apparently they are on a stakeout.
- What?
And they got a Pro-Bro
sample, so that's great.
Ah, no. Nup, not great, Sven.
The woman does not have a warrant.
Okay, bye Dulce. Ta-ta, see ya.
[SVEN HANGS UP]
Sexy, you picked me up!
Yes, I did, I did. I picked you up.
Um, how was the endurance art?
Oh, God, I hated it.
It was amazing.
[LAUGHS]
I found somewhere for
the detective to stay.
I'll sort it out, though.
Don't you stress about it.
You know I love it. Let's go.
I could piss for three hours.
Speaking of which, did you know
we got 25mm in under an hour
the other night? Huh.
[STARTS ENGINE]
[SNORING]
Oh, fuck.
[DULCIE CLEARS THROAT]
What the fuck! Stalker!
- I
- How'd you get in here?
You let me in five minutes
ago, then you fell asleep again.
- I'm fully nude.
- Mmm. Yeah, I am very aware.
So Mike confirmed Phil's alibi.
[EXHALES] Okay, well, ta
for the big update, Sergeant.
Feel free to bugger off now if you want.
No, I wanted to collect
you personally, actually,
to avoid yesterday's miscommunication.
I think yesterday went
really well, actually.
- Oh, oh, right.
- Yeah, you know good teamwork
is sometimes, you know,
not working together, ever.
Your warrant to search the
sawmill came through this morning
and it was rejected by the Commissioner,
possibly because you told his
his good friend Phil McGangus
to eat some of your penis.
Fuck, really? I'll have to
think of another plan, then.
Oh, I know about the
stakeout, Detective,
and that w that was
just so incredibly risky.
You don't know Phil.
If he knew that you had followed
him, he would sue your pants off.
Big risks reap big rewards,
like those astronaut monkeys.
Yeah, they died in a fireball, but
they got to see space, didn't they?
I want to exhume Rod Dixon's body.
Oh, fuck a dead dick!
I'd want Forensics to
check for similarities
between the Latham
brothers and Rod Dixon.
Trent's funeral's at 10am.
The excavator is
already at the cemetery.
We could do it discreetly this
afternoon after everybody's left.
Now, obviously there won't be
any soft tissue left on the body
but we could check for damage to
the hyoid and the oral cavity
You're like a fucking dog with
a boner, aren't you? I said no.
Now, there is a fuck-ton of paperwork
that you need to do for
Commissioner What's-his-dick.
So I suggest you run
along to the station
so I can wash my skanky old lady
fanny and go have a poke around.
No. No. You can't Who
are you poking? No more.
None of your beeswax.
- Stop the poking. Be careful
- Have a little poke.
Is that my jacket?
- Nup.
- That is absolutely my
Ow!
Th [EXHALES]
Stuff her.
Ah, yeah, well, I have
Margaret's permission
to exhume Rod's body, James.
Just now.
Well, I know that there won't be
any soft tissue left on the body
but we will be able to
see if the hyoid is crushed
and if there's any knife wounds
in the oral cavity, won't we?
Yeah, just what I thought.
Okay. Alright, thanks. Gotta go. Bye.
Oh my
Sven!
- Sven!
- Yeah, over here!
Okay, station camera update.
So I did five click-and-collects,
raided the Buy-Sell-Swap Facebook page,
I met a guy from Gumtree on a clifftop,
side bar: thought I was gonna die.
Now, 22 hours later, I haven't slept,
- my vision's pixelated
- [PHONE BUZZES]
but I have chargers
for all the cameras.
Great. I need you to stop all
that and head out to Margaret's
to pick up some forms.
- Senior Sergeant Collins
- Dulcie!
Because of you, 16 people from
Gumtree have my private number!
- Oh, hey, Ted, yeah.
- I'm a cop, Dulcie!
- Thank you for calling me back.
- I am very afraid right now!
Sergeant, I've tried
bulldozing the English ivy
at the entrance of the station.
It cannot be killed.
Ah, no, Ted, I need you to
excavate a coffin for me.
- Ted?
- Alright.
But if anyone arkses any
questions, I want involved, okay?
I'm police, Ted.
Alright. Tomorrow afternoon
Yeah, yep, that would work.
- No, I can't do tomorrow afternoon.
- Okay.
Can't do tomorrow
morning, this morning
No, not this morning, Ted.
Obviously, it's Trent
Latham's funeral this morning.
How about tomorrow?
- Yeah, nah, yeah, I reckon I can make that work.
- Okay.
But are you sure you don't
want to do it at night?
Less chance of being caught.
Yes, like I said, Ted, I am police.
Ted?
Detective Redcliffe wants to get
this sample tested for drugs, babe.
She wants a rush on it.
Abby, I'm due on Hell's Tits at 10.
Oh, fine, you win. I'll do it.
I'll give it to Kate. She's finally
back from maternity leave. Jesus.
Oh, Hell's Tits is
gonna be intense, babe.
Thank God, too. I need a challenge.
This job is dull as dog shit, right?
Hundred Ks, filthy
headwinds, 14% gradient,
I'm gonna burn through
calories on those hairpins.
It's a good thing I got
that 12-speed 105 cassette.
- Just gives me smoother
- [PHONE RINGS]
Detective Redcliffe?
- Plus I can fine-tune everything to suit the terrain
- Yep, coming now, Ma'am.
so my energy costs
are gonna be way lower.
Oh, hey, speaking of, can you pop
down and get me some tropical gels
[ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLAYS
"LIGHTNING CRASHES" INTRO]
Babe?
Lightning crashes ♪
A new mother cries ♪
Her placenta falls to the floor ♪
The angel opens her eyes ♪
The confusion sets in ♪
Before the doctor ♪
Can even close the door ♪
Okay boys, drop. Give us 20.
[EDDIE] Who are all these people?
[ABBY] Men from the footy
club, boys he coached.
That's the Steves.
Carnage Bay cops Trent
used to play footy with.
And those men doing push-ups
are from the Beast Factory.
Forces pulling from the
centre of the Earth again ♪
I can feel it, oh ♪
- I can feel it ♪
- [LOUD ENGINE STARTS]
[MCGANGUS] What the
fuck! Fucking Christ, Ted!
- [SOBS]
- [CROWD MURMUR]
[VANESSA SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]
[PHONE BUZZES]
Abby.
Ah, slow down. What's
the detective done now?
What?
- You said this morning.
- I said not this morning, Ted!
Oh, my It is It is not
even the right grave, Ted!
It's okay. I'll start again.
No, no, no! No, just wait till
everybody's left, for God's sake.
You responsible for this?
Phil, I, uh I assure you
this was not intentional
Maybe his is typical of the disrespect
that us old sons and daughters
of Deadloch have endured
since you and your
kind infested our town.
Okay, okay, I'm not exactly sure
what you mean by "my kind", Phil,
but I can assure you that I I
take my duty to all Deadloch residents
- incredibly seriously
- Okay, well
Tell that to Mary Avery, whose coffin
just got gored by a Caterpillar.
Okay? You're a fucking disgrace.
Alright, move out folks!
Beer's on tap at the club.
Shandies for the ladies.
Greg! Take Nessie.
[VANESSA SOBS]
- Vanessa, I am so sorry
- You keep away from us!
Absolutely, yeah. I will
I will do that. Sorry. Um
Sorry. Uh
Sorry for your loss and I, uh
What a wonderful turnout, huh?
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Steve. Steve.
- [WHISTLES]
Detective, where are you going?
To the wake, to have a
sandwich and a poke around.
- No, absolutely not. I'm coming.
- To do what?
Sit Trent's corpse in your lap
and sing "Islands In The Stream"?
Stay here. Clean up your mess.
[GROANS]
Oh, no, babe, did you
bonk on Hell's Tits?
No, I didn't bonk, I
was in exceptional form.
I had to cut it short because of Collins
and her batshit request to
dig up Rod Dixon's coffin.
Hey, babe, you know the knife
patterns in Gavin's mouth?
- Yeah, babe, um
- Do you think?
I'm working here, okay? Okay?
Collins, is that it?
Nope. No.
A mistake was made.
- Unbelievable.
- Mm-hm.
Okay mate, let's try
digging up the right grave.
Oh, did Detective Redcliffe ask for
any other groceries to
be delivered here first?
Ah, no, just a slab of Coke
and chicken Twisties. That's it.
- Oh, wow.
- Whoa.
Okay. Yeah, it's messy.
- Lucky there's two of us.
- [LAUGHS]
Um, I am going to have
to leave after an hour
to get ready for the menu launch.
What do you need to do? You're
30. You look like a Fenty model.
[LAUGHS]
No, it's just, this is Tom's t-shirt
and I'm not wearing a bra and
Well, I'm going to deal
with all the heavy stuff,
given you might be pregnant.
Oh, did Skye tell you about our IVF?
Yeah, she tells me everything.
I was her first
girlfriend, when she was 20.
I broke her heart.
Didn't I tell you that?
Oh, no, no. [WHISPERS]
You've told me, many times.
Oh, there's piss all
over the floor in here.
[LIVE: "LIGHTNING CRASHES"]
[TAMMY] Tom, it's so fucking weird
that Sam O'Dwyer is your Grandpa.
[TOM] I mean, like, I never met him.
[BOY] Oi, Tammy, what are
you even fucking doing here?
You're fucking not even fucking
part of the club anymore.
Once a Devil always
a Devil, you dickturd.
Also, sorry for your loss.
Come on, let's go.
Tammy, I thought you said
we were going to a party.
You're in the country now,
Tom. This counts as a party.
What'd you do when you lived in Sydney?
Just go to plays and shit?
Well, actually my
mum's ex, two exes ago,
she took me to swing dancing once and
Shut up! There he is.
See that white bloke
with the brown hair?
[MIRANDA] They're all
white dudes around here.
He's that footy recruiter,
M. That's Luke Caddy.
Here.
Watch a future AFLW
star get her big break.
- [TOM] Can I come?
- No!
Luke! Tammy Hanson.
Former Deadloch Devil's
centre half-forward.
Sergeant Collins, I've got
a bone to pick with you.
Ken, I'm really sorry about before
The starlings are back in my trees.
- Right.
- Right above the bins.
Oi! Toilets! Who's this?
That's a fishing rod.
Not the fucking ocean angler.
Did your fontanelle
not close over, mate?
Who is the bloke next
to Phil and the Lathams?
That's Sam. Sam O'Dwyer.
Sam
And is this Sam one of your
bosses' business associates?
Yeah, kinda. No!
O'Dwyer?
Not married to that chef
O'Dwyer that runs the Bush Pig?
No, that's not his
wife. That's a lesbian.
- That's his daughter.
- So who is his wife?
Bakery Vic.
[WHISPERS] She's from the bakery.
Which one of these blokes is Sam?
- Nah, he's not here.
- Why not?
- Oi, Jimmy!
- Yeah, I didn't even say nothin'!
Go change the keg, you useless fuck.
This is a private event, Inspectress.
You and your girlfriend,
well, you're not welcome, okay?
So how's about you get your nose out
of matters that don't concern you,
and fuck off out of my club?
I became a St Drogo's altar boy in 1963.
- Uh-huh.
- That's right.
- Father Donald's time.
- Mmm.
I shouldn't be surprised if someone
took a match to that church one day.
- What?
- Oh, yes.
Oh, Ken, we will circle back to this.
- I just
- You're welcome.
[DULCIE] Um
I have to go. Um
Have you sold many knives lately, Adele?
Yeah, heaps.
'Cause there's a sale on.
- Do you want a bag?
- Yeah, that might be a good idea.
- [PHONE RINGS]
- Oh, crap.
Hi, Michelle. Sorry, I forgot
our make-up appointment.
I was buying a bunch of knives.
Coming now.
[FAINTLY] Can you? [MOUTHS]
Thanks, Vic.
Hello, there. Can I help you, love?
- Are you Bakery Vic?
- Yeah, I suppose.
Sam O'Dwyer's wife?
- Yes, that's right.
- Mm.
Why wasn't he at the funeral?
- Did him and Trent have a bust up?
- Sorry, who are you?
Is he a "fisherman" like
his mate McGangus, huh?
- I think you must be confused
- Are him and Phil running a drug racket?
- What?
- Come on, what are they moving?
Bricks? Krokodil?
- That stuff'll just eat your
- There you are!
- Oh, fuck me up!
- Ah, Vic, I am very sorry
for anything that she did
to you or your premises.
What'd you do to her?
Nothing, we were just
having a little chit-chat.
So, where are you
hiding your husband, huh?
One of these fake walls?
- Detective!
- Oh! Nuts!
- I am deeply sorry about this.
- That's solid.
You wouldn't hide him in there, no.
- What, is he in the ceiling?
- Detective, get out. That is enough, Detective!
- Get outside now.
- Argh!
I'm very sorry, Vic.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Sam O'Dwyer is not here. He shot
through on Victoria years ago.
Fucking toilets! I'm gonna
piss in his open mouth!
You know his family have never
actually gotten over it, Detective,
and it's almost as if,
had you included me today,
I could have told you that.
Instead, you retraumatised
Victoria O'Dwyer
while she was serving finger buns.
This is not your town, Detective,
and you need to show more
consideration for the people here.
Oh, that's a that's a bit rich,
coming from the Senior Sergeant that
- tit-fucked that funeral this morning.
- I've never
That was a miscommunication,
a genuine one!
And if Rod Dixon's hyoid bone is broken,
then it proves his death is
connected to the Lathams'.
No, enough, okay?
You are lucky that I
don't care about you enough
to report you to Hastings for that
shit you tried to pull this morning.
- You're a liability.
- Oh, I'm a liability?
Yeah, how are you going
with the case, Detective?
'Cause I'm really fascinated to see
who else you think is involved
in this trans-Tasman drug ring.
Is Kevin the harbour
seal in on it, maybe?
Fuck up, mate!
Go back to the station.
Do that work I gave you.
No! You will not shake
me off, Detective.
And not just because I
have a duty to the victims,
not just because this is my town
and I have memorised the street plan,
but because, Detective
Redcliffe, I am your partner.
And I know that's my jacket.
- You are not my partner.
- I am.
It is deeply unfortunate,
but it is the truth.
I don't need a new partner.
Here, have your jacket.
Smells like a lavender
bush pissed on it.
Shit.
Ugh.
[SIGHS]
Hi. How's it going?
Yeah, uh, g'day, Holly, it's um
it's me again.
Ah
Yeah, look, I haven't heard
back from you about the barbecue.
Um
But, actually, something's
come up down here,
so I don't reckon I'm gonna
get back in time.
So
uh, you might need to get someone
to bring the chops, you know,
in case you were relying on
me to bring bring the chops.
But, ah, you know, I'll be
back up north soon, and
you know, we can all
have a little catch up.
Have a chat about Bush, or whatever.
So, yeah! Ah, you're good, and I'm good,
the case is going good.
So, yeah, that's
So, anyway. Um, okay.
[SIGHS LOUDLY]
[PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES]
Big Eyes, what you got for me?
Hi, ma'am, the Pro-Bro
powder analysis is through.
[EDDIE SHOUTS] Fucking McGangus!
Yo, yo, this is Dr James
King. Leave it at the beep.
- [BEEP]
- James, it is Senior Sergeant Collins.
Any word on Rod Dixon's autopsy?
I am here, waiting for your call.
Oh, my God.
Oh, fuck me!
Okay, kick it back.
Set up a mark for me.
I don't know what that means.
I told Luke Caddy that I was
part of a killer girls' squad,
so don't embarrass, me, yeah?
Any of you guys want a gummy?
Nadiyah got them from the market for me.
No, brah, I can't do that
shit anymore. I'm going pro.
Dude, they're made with weed.
What?
I've eaten, like, 15 of these!
We know. We thought you were just
prepping for your mum's launch.
We should go to that, actually.
Look at that! Straight
through the sticks!
Wait! What do I do?
Am I gonna die?
Guys!
- [DOOR CLOSES]
- [EDDIE] Oi, McCuntus.
Do your tree-necked mates know
their big-boy powder's cut
with strawberry jelly crystals
and pet-grade powdered milk?
Yeah?
Well, that got you choking on
your Pissfiddich, didn't it?
Listen here,
I'm not going to be in this
dick-sore of a town for very long,
but I promise you, you fraudulent fuck,
while I am here,
I'm gonna dig into
your shonky businesses
and staple-gun your
nut-sack to a fucking wall.
[COUGHS]
[LIVE: "LIGHTNING CRASHES"]
Vanessa, enough with "Lightning
Crashes". For fuck's sake!
[EDDIE] That's a fucking sloop.
Who owns this boat?
Hey, Sergeant Horsehair,
where's the footage?
- What?
- The footage.
- What footage? What
- The brothers. The biffo.
- What footage?
- The fight. Press play!
- Come on! Come on.
- Do not touch things!
Give me a little bit of space.
Oh, now you want some
fucking space, do ya?
Look. Look. Look at that
boat. Look at that boat.
Same sloop, different paint job.
- Whose boat is it?
- That is Sam O'Dwyer's boat.
- No, that can't be right.
- Yeah.
- I'm sure that went missing
- [GROANING]
- The fuck?
- Oh, sorry don't mind me.
Don't mind me!
[GRUNTS]
Just taking a nap,
'cause I was up all night.
Finger limes, from Margaret.
Who's that? Collins?
Rod Dixon.
His mouth has the same
markings as the Lathams,
and ligature markings around the neck.
Fuck me sideways, Collins.
No, that must be a mistake.
What?
Sam O'Dwyer went missing five days
after Rod Dixon's body was found.
Well, that's why he
shot through, isn't it?
He necked your mate Dixon,
and then he did a runner.
I'm sorry, was that the acknowledgement
that I was right about Rod Dixon?
'Cause that was very quick and
- quiet, and I think I missed it.
- Well, you know, actually,
I was right too. I, ah
Forgot my pillow.
Yeah, I saw that picture of
Sam O'Dwyer and I was, like,
"That man is pure evil."
- Uh-huh.
- [SQUEALS]
Oh, my God! There's somebody there.
There's somebody there. Oh!
[EDDIE] That's gotta be him.
[DULCIE] And he's watching them.
Sam O'Dwyer is fucking back, baby.
Sorry, we will let you get
back to the launch in a sec.
Yeah, I need to get to the bakery.
Mum, it's my launch!
I'm going to make sandwiches
for everyone, Skye.
The food in there's tiny.
It's tiny because it's
fucking hors d'oeuvres, Mum.
Sorry, just circling back, we
just have some questions about Sam.
Do you know what happened
to his boat, the Loch Nessie?
Well we thought he took it
with him, didn't we love?
Yeah.
Dad loved that boat. It
was a Bass Strait yawl?
- Uh-huh.
- A sloop.
Um, and and where
did he park the sloop?
He moored it near our shack at the lake.
Mate, what's this all about?
- We're just making some enquiries
- We think Sam's back.
- No
- What?
No, we're just making
some routine enquiries,
- trying to establish a possible
- We reckon he's involved in these murders
that have been going on.
It's probably a vendetta.
Sam got wind that Trent, Gavin and Phil
were using the gym as
a cover for drugs so,
he learnt Mandarin.
Sailed the seas on the Loch Nessie,
became their Asian connection,
then when that all turned to shit,
he came back and just
fucking necked them, you know?
- Sorry, that is her theory, not mine.
- Now, he's the boss
of what we're all calling
the Deadcunt drug ring
Ah, no, we're not.
- Absolutely have not signed off on that name.
- Sorry, you're saying that Dad
- might have killed these men?
- No, we're just trying to establish
- a possible pattern at the moment.
- Oh, 100%, yeah.
We have no
- Excuse me.
- What?
The detective has run
away a little with that
Hello, hello. Sorry. Excuse me!
Hello, hi. Sorry. Sorry to interrupt
this very intense conversation but,
guests are starting to
arrive and I look like this.
- Sorry, we'll let you go.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Get amongst it.
Safest spot for you.
Plenty of witnesses.
Um, Detective, I took the
liberty of packing up your room,
given you didn't actually check out.
Oh, ripper! Those are my undies?
Yes, yep.
Uh, I found them in the kettle.
Thanks for choosing the Bush Wolf.
Where are you going?
To the harbour office, mate, to
see if anyone's seen that boat.
Sam's probably been hiding
out on it in between murders.
Oh, my God, why do you
just shout everything?
Can you just shush?
The harbour office is shut for the day.
But if Sam's transporting bodies by boat
then it makes more sense
if he'd park it elsewhere.
Okay. Get those Carnage Bay cops to
check the moorings up the coast
Yeah, they are all
drunk at Trent's wake.
Fucking small towns!
Well what about O'Dwyer's old haunts?
His house, his workplace?
This is it. You are standing
in his old house and workplace.
It'd be too risky for him to show
his face anywhere else in town.
We'll start a full
search in the morning.
Well what the shit am I
supposed to do in the meantime?
Hey.
Ah, Tom. This is Tom, my godson.
Spanish croquettes?
- I don't
- Seriously, they're so good.
[CATH] The Happy Plum's perfect, Dulce.
We're not going to be the only ones
who can see past the fire damage.
So were Gavin and Trent's
deaths linked, Dulcie?
- I can't discuss the case, Aleyna
- She doesn't really want to talk about it.
Because, you know it'd
be good if they were.
Yeah, it'd be clean, Dulcie.
It'd be easy to wrap it up in,
what, like, a couple of days?
You could wrap it up
in a couple of days.
- Let's talk about something else.
- I reckon it's drugs.
- Is it drugs? Dulcie, is it drugs?
- [DULCIE SIGHS SOFTLY]
Is Joan involved?
- What's Doppelbock?
- I don't know.
Ugh
Eugh.
- Ray! Hi!
- Hi all.
Dulce, didn't expect to see
you here tonight with the
Is, um, the detective here too?
Oh, my God, the detective
digging up that grave,
the complaints I had
to deal with afterwards!
Yeah, don't let her do it
again, okay, Dulce? She's insane.
- Mm-hm.
- And the smell of the woman!
It's like an old block of
parmesan lost in a foot
Eddie, hi. I'm Cath, I'm Dulcie's wife.
I was at the beach last night. I
I shot Kevin with a tranquiliser.
How do I know you?
- Have we fucked?
- Oh
- No, I saw you at the bakery today.
- Hmm.
Righto, well, I'm
I'm off the clock so
are you driving me to my new digs?
No, Ray can take you, can't you Ray?
Yep. Sure, Cath. Happy to.
[WOMAN, ON RECORDING]
involved objects
commonly used to inflict
sharp-force trauma injuries.
Her findings were as follows.
A round objects like a spear may
produce a circular stab wound.
Stabbing with a fork produces
clusters of two to three wounds,
depending upon the number
of prongs on the fork.
A screwdriver produces a slit-like stab
with squared ends and abraded margins.
If a single-edged knife is used,
the surface wound will be
triangular or wedge-shaped
and one angle will be sharp,
the other rounded, blunt or squared off.
A round, blunt-pointed object such
as a pointed stick or metal rod
may produce a circular surface wound
with inverted, ragged and bruised edges.
Foreign material, such as dirt,
rust or splinters may be found.
The blunter the tip of
the object, the coarser
[PHONE RINGS]
Hey, babe, I don't think
the killer used two knives.
I think he used one
knife with two blades.
Yeah, yeah, sorry, sorry. Coming now.
[EDDIE] Oh, fuck my fanny, it's cold!
[RAY] Oh, so, lights are here.
Found the heating.
I know the owners. That's
why I know my way around.
We're not together, though.
I'm not with anyone.
Yeah, picked the wrong
town to find true love.
A lot of lesbians.
Lot of lesbians.
And I love lesbians. My best
mate, Skye, she's a lesbian.
You've got Cath who's a lesbian,
Dulcie, obviously, is a lesbian,
and Skye, that's Nadiyah, lesbian.
A lot of the choir, also
lesbians.
So, Detective, um, how long
are you here for, do you reckon?
I don't know. Might
stick around for a bit.
Become a white witch.
Really?
- Nuh.
- No.
I'm out of here the moment
Sam O'Dwyer is in cuffs.
Oh. Right.
Okay. Ah
I am off to bed.
Yep.
Okay, um I will go.
So, there's keys. Light.
[SIGHS, MURMURS INDISTINCTLY]
You gave it a nudge.
- Pretty solid, huh?
- I
Sorry I'm late. What are
you two talking about?
James was just telling me about a
double-bladed knife theory of his.
If the blade had two edges,
it would account for the two
markings in the oral cavity.
- Mm-hm.
- It's surprisingly solid.
And, uh Thanks, babe. I took a quick
look at Rod Dixon this afternoon.
As we both suspected,
his hyoid was crushed.
Right, well,
uh, thank you for only waiting
six hours to tell me, James.
Mm-hm. That is not pet
nat. That's something else.
- Do you want to take that back?
- [LAUGHTER]
[CATH] The shack today was like a tip.
Old food, beer cans, piss
all over the toilet floor.
If I didn't know any better,
I would have thought
some man lived out there.
Sorry, I wasn't listening. What shack?
Vic's shack, babe.
Detective Redcliffe
needed a place to stay
and the shack was just sitting
there, so I thought why not?
Actually, the lights were on in
there when I went for a run last week.
"Olive tamponade"?
[INHALES] Ugh!
Alright, friends, please welcome
the person responsible for tonight,
chef Skye O'Dwyer.
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
Thanks, Aleyna, and welcome,
everyone, to my baby,
the Bush Wolf.
I'm so proud of what
my family, Nadiyah, Tom,
yeah, there they are there,
have helped a former
little bush rat to create.
The Bush Wolf, the Feastival
and all of us here tonight,
we're breathing new life
into my little home town.
Good things are going to
happen here. I can feel it.
[WOMAN] Shame!
Shame!
Vanessa?
Deadloch is in mourning.
Two kings of this town are dead,
and none of you give a frig.
This is Sam O'Dwyer's joint.
[BANG]
Hey! Hey!
You
Oh, fuck!
Hey! Hey, Sam!
I know it's you!
Hey, give it up! [GASPS FOR AIR]
I'm police!
Fucking speedy cocksucker!
Look at you, stuffing
your chubby gobs
with your chubby food
and your chubby wines.
Where's your respect?
- Mum, it's time to go
- No, let me go.
- And you
- Vanessa
waltzing back here
with your tattoos and
your fiancée and your son,
like you're a different you.
But I remember you.
[GASPS FOR AIR]
Fuck!
Oh, cunt!
And if your father could see
all of this, he'd be custard.
Dis custard.
Vanessa, now is not the time
Don't you tell me what
to do, you lesbian.
Dyke! Butch!
- [EXPLOSION]
- [CROWD GASP]
Oof!
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
Fuck!
Fuck.
[CATH] Dulcie, whose boat is that?
That's Sam O'Dwyer's boat.
- [GASPS FOR AIR]
- [PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES]
Fuck! Ugh!
Agh!
[SHOUTS] Sam!
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
[WOOD CRACKS]
[SCREAMS]
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