Deadloch (2023) s01e04 Episode Script

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Deadloch is in mourning!
Two kings of this town are dead.
[SCREAMS]
[SVEN] The lake body
has been identified.
- Is it Sam O'Dwyer?
- It is.
The tongue is missing,
Detective. They are all connected.
Five years ago Deadloch's
mayor, Rod Dixon,
washed up dead on the
same beach as Trent Latham.
His tongue was also missing.
- Who's working the case?
- [DULCIE] At the moment, me.
- Dulce, you promised.
- It is just until the lead detective arrives.
He He The
detective, comes tomorrow.
Oh, okay.
Anyway, I've just about chewed
your fucking ear off, haven't I,
all night?
I fucking killed my partner!
Bushy. [TEARFULLY] He
got eaten by a croc.
I was supposed to be
with him when it happened.
[DULCIE] Deadloch has a serial killer.
I need an outsider's perspective.
I need a partner.
Trent, Gavin and Rod have
pentobarbital in their system.
That's a tranquiliser.
Men don't poison.
We're looking for a woman.
[CLAIRE] Dulcie, you say that your work
is very stressful at the moment.
Why is that?
Because I'm working a
murder investigation, Claire.
Mmm! A murder investigation.
Alright, let's talk about that.
I can't talk about it, Claire.
Why not? What's the block
there for you, Dulcie?
The law's the block, Claire.
[CLAIRE] But communication is
key in a relationship, isn't it?
Exactly. She didn't even tell
me our friend's dad was dead.
Well, it's it's not procedure, so
Mmm.
I'm moving back to the shack.
I'm confronting my fears.
Like someone eating a hot chicken roll
after a bout of gastro
from the hot chicken roll.
You know?
I have to open the shop up.
Oh.
Alright.
Sprog.
See ya round, Bushy.
♪
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I've been ordered by Mayorette Rahme
to put the footy club memorial
of my mates in the bin.
Oh, Mr McGangus, I'm
so sorry about that.
That woman has no respect, okay?
We are in mourning.
Not that you would know, with
this festival of tit art going on.
Good men are dead,
yet our mayorette wants
us to go and see a show
that teaches people how to
wank off a carrot. It just begs belief.
I can tell you now the
late mayor, Rod Dixon,
if he could see how his
wife and his successor
are using his money to destroy this town
he would be rolling
in his pauper's grave.
His pauper's grave?
Yes. Like, his pauper's grave.
- Thank you. Thanks, that was
- No, paup
- That was good. Thank you.
- I meant in a way MEE-gan!
Hey!
Cath, let's turn to you.
You say that you're concerned
about how this lack of communication
is impacting on Dulcie's health.
Claire, the case is confidential.
Still a choice, Dulcie.
Tch.
[INHALES]
Is that all it is for you, Cath?
No, well, also I feel very triggered.
It reminds me of how her
behaviour in Sydney made me feel.
Would you agree, though, that
your life here in Deadloch
is different from your life in Sydney?
- Very different.
- So here's your homework, Cath.
How about you try to see
this murder investigation
as unusual circumstances
that need to be approached in a new way?
Dulcie, carve out some time in
that double murder investigation
to really reconnect with Cath.
What's something that
brings you both together?
- Hikes.
- Fucking.
[MEGAN] Detective? Detective.
Detective, Jeremy Hodge, the Bugle.
Are there any updates on
the Latham case, Detective?
What? Ah, no, Jeremy.
Uh, but everything's cool.
- We're onto it, so
- Well, how, exactly
Detective, what do you have to
say to this morning's article?
Ah, what what article?
In the Tribune, written by me.
It suggests that you're not
fit to run this investigation,
after you went on the
record with a journalist
and badmouthed this beautiful
town and its hardworking residents.
And then you accused your colleagues
of gross incompetence and bad hair.
When the fuck did I say all that?
Last night. To me.
Who the fuck are you?
- Detective, what measures
- Megan Lang, I wrote the article.
- If you remember, we also talked about
- Ah no, no,
I will not be taking any
questions at this time!
- [BOTH CLAMOUR]
- Alright, no more questions.
Thank you. All done.
Thank you. Have a lovely day.
- Cheers. Bye, MEE-gan.
- [MEGAN] It's MEG-an!
- Fucking
- [SVEN] Bye!
- Fuck! Fuck.
- [SVEN] Thanks.
[EXHALES]
There were journos in
that front bit before.
Yeah, good morning
to you too, Detective.
Don't worry, I didn't answer
any of their questions.
I was out of there quicker
than an airport fuck.
You look different.
Yeah, you look you
look different also.
- Oh, yeah, I got clothes.
- Mm-hm.
- A full-length pant, if you will.
- Mm-hm.
Feel like a cheese
toastie. Oh, punch my tit.
- No. I'm not punching
- No, come on. Come on. Punch my
- I'm not going to do that.
- Come on. Go on.
Did you do it? I don't know.
- I didn't feel a thing.
- I did it. Okay, good.
Well, I'm glad to be of service.
Did you speak to Commissioner Hastings?
Oh, yeah, that dildo wants me
to apologise to fucking McGangus.
Yeah, I spoke to the Commissioner too.
- I tried to tell him about this
- Oh, the old [IMITATES CHOKING]
Yeah, no, that's the one, and
he told me that I was hysterical
and ruled by the moon
and then he hung up on me.
So, that's really nice to
know, that he's in our corner.
Oh, my gosh, my mouth
tastes like a set of keys.
Yeah, nah, that's just adrenaline.
- You'll be okay, Collins.
- Mmm.
Right, let's get this
thing started, shall we?
I've started calling
you Collins, by the way.
It's just a little nickname.
Okay. Alright.
Is there anything that
you want me to call you?
I can't nominate my own
nickname. I'm not Batman.
Big Eyes! Sven! Come on, get in here.
- Yeah, so, look
- So, what I'm about to say cannot leave
- Ah no, no, lesbians first.
- No, no, no, please.
- After you. No, you go.
- [EDDIE] Okay.
So, this morning a newspaper
article was published
in which I was quoted
as saying some stuff.
Yeah, we know.
Yes, you referred to me
as "Sergeant Horsehair".
- Oh, did I?
- Then you said that Abby looked like
a traumatised bush baby
and you called Sven "Sveg", so
Okay, well in light of this new info,
looks like last night
wasn't my best work.
Full disclosure, I have been known
to be a bit fiery and
impulsive sometimes.
But, you know, look, that's
all water under the bridge.
We're all okay.
Right. You're up, sunshine.
Right, thanks. So
It is very possible that
the murders of Trent
Latham, Gavin Latham,
Rod Dixon and Sam O'Dwyer
are the actions of a
female serial killer
who uses pentobarbital
to sedate her victims
before she cuts out their
tongues and strangles them.
- Oooh.
- [GIGGLES EXCITEDLY]
Yeah, so I think we can all agree that
that's a fairly significant
development in the case.
[SVEN] It's enormous!
Ma'ams, if you need anything,
Sven and I will be here for you.
- Well, no, not anything.
- Day and night.
- Not day or night, no.
- 24 hours.
- We will sleep here in the office.
- I've got my own life going on.
- On the couch, in shifts.
- My back's a little bit
This is a job for me, so
[DULCIE] Okay. Alright, good to know.
Now, as far as the public are concerned,
there are only two victims,
Trent and Gavin Latham
And because my partner here referred
to the "Dead-C-word drug ring"
quite a lot in her press interview
everyone thinks that the
Latham murders are drug-related.
Now, I have no memory of
that, but you're welcome.
Right. So, luckily, no-one
has made the connection
between the Latham murders
and the historical murders
of Dixon and O'Dwyer.
But if a connection is made
it is a very short trip from
four victims to serial killer.
And once that gets out
there, there is no going back.
[EDDIE] That's right. It's like trying
to shove a fart back up a bum.
It's nigh-on impossible.
The town will go bananas,
and the press will go bananas,
not to mention the killer.
Who knows what that sort of
attention will embolden her to do?
I reckon she'll probably
do some more murders.
Yep. Yep, that is That's
That is also my instinct,
what I was implying.
- Just off the top of my dome, there.
- Right.
So So no mention to anyone outside
of this room of serial killers.
And no using she/ her pronouns
when discussing the killer.
Yeah, you got that? Just use he/ him.
No, use they/ them.
That makes more sense.
It always does.
Okay, our lady is most
likely white, over 25.
Her access to pentobarbital suggests
she is or was a medical professional.
Now for women, murder
is a means to an end
to improve their situation
or the situation of others.
And, as a rule, women,
even serial killers,
target people they know.
So here are some of the women
connected to our victims.
Sharelle Muir, Vanessa Latham
Victoria O'Dwyer, Skye O'Dwyer
and Margaret Carruthers.
Alright, how do we cut
this bint-list down?
[DULCIE] Well, let's
start with her first kill.
It will be her most personal.
It will be formative in
creating her victim profile
and her methodology.
- So, what I was thinking was that
- Okay!
So, first victim is Rod Dixon.
So it was probably his missus.
Which one of these
lovely, evil women is she?
Ah, well, she is the one
holding the flan, Detective.
But, yes, this is a good start point.
Margaret could potentially
lead us to more viable suspects
connected to Rod Dixon,
like her staff, or colleagues.
Ah, no. [SCOFFS] Excuse me.
She is a white, clearly
over-25-year-old woman.
Yeah, with a line of
gourmet seed crackers, so
[LAUGHS] No, look, come on.
You need to start seeing your lady
friends in a different light, Collins.
- That's why you begged me to stay, remember?
- Ah, that wasn't the reason.
How is this Margaret
connected to the victims?
Oh, Gavin and Trent used to
work at her husband's sawmill
and Rod ran the football club with Sam.
[SVEN] She has an amazing
recipe for roast chicken.
It's the best I've ever had.
You brine it with a syringe
No, okay. Not related.
Look, Collins,
let's go and give this
linen witch a razz. Come on.
Come on.
It's razzle dazzle time!
Sven, why are you here?
I don't know, I just kinda
got caught up in the energy.
- Ma'am?
- Yeah?
Sam O'Dwyer's toxicology
reports came through.
Okay, well note the level of
pentobarbital in Sam's file.
We need to know where the killer's
accessing these kinds of dosages.
Ma'am, he didn't have any
pentobarbital in his system.
- He didn't?
- No ma'am.
- That's
- Odd?
No, not odd. That's interesting.
- Razzle dazzle!
- Yes, thank you. I heard you.
Ah, talk to Aleyna and Cath.
Get a list of anyone they've
prescribed pentobarbital to.
- I'm on it, ma'am.
- No, Abby, you can't.
You've got your wedding
makeup trial redo.
- Oh, no! Why?
- Because you're getting married.
Is it with Michelle again?
'Cause, like, clear the afternoon.
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
- Razzle dazzle, come on!
- I've failed you!
Yes! Yes!
Detective, have you forgotten
there is that little apology
you need to do first?
Shove over. Get in your own seat!
Okay, Margaret can see us at 10.
Go. Come on, just get
it over and done with.
[PHONE RINGS]
[EDDIE] McGangus!
[WOMAN] Preyard Pathology,
Dr King's extension.
Yes, hello. It's Detective
Dulcie Collins, Deadloch Police.
Hi, Detective, I'm Kate.
I'm covering for James while
he's doing his TEDx talk in Perth.
Ah, right. Okay.
Yeah, he let me know
from the airport at 6am.
Anyway, I assume you're calling
about Sam O'Dwyer's toxology results?
Yes, I am, but if
you're too busy, I can
No, have the tox report
here in front of me. Um
There's definitely no pentobarbital.
Very high levels of alcohol, though.
Okay. Enough to severely
incapacitate him?
No, but at the rear of the
skull there is a head wound.
It's not dwelled on in the notes,
so I took another look at it.
- You did?
- Yeah, of course.
- Ah, I love you.
- Sorry?
Sorry, nothing. No, yep.
Well, I wondered if it was sustained
when the body was
dislodged from the lake,
but there's no damage
from that process at all,
which I thought was remarkable.
The injury is definitely
sustained before death.
Okay, so you think he
was hit from behind.
Yeah. And it was a decent whack, too.
I think it would have
knocked him out cold.
Um, ah, look, thanks, Kate.
That is more helpful
than James has ever been.
No probs. Have a good one.
In conclusion, I am very
sorry for any offence
I may have caused you
or your boat. Blah-blah.
See? That wasn't that
bad, was it, cupcake?
- Oh, fuck up, cunt.
- Okay, alright.
Off we pop. Thank you, Phil.
Tell me, are you part of the order
to remove our memorial there, Sergeant?
I'm not, Phil, no.
But the tuna mornay containers
that people are leaving for Trent
are starting to attract rats.
Mike keeps running over
them with his ride-on mower.
Fucking Margaret!
Sitting high on her hill there,
pulling the strings of
her little mayorette.
Not a fan of Marg's, are you, Phil?
Rod Dixon was like a father to me, okay?
But Margie and me, we've
never seen eye-to-eye.
Well, that makes sense. She's a fair bit
fucking taller than you, isn't she?
- Oh, okay. Right.
- [VANESSA] Phil?
Oh, yeah, just two
seconds, Ness. Stay there.
Um, excuse me, ladies.
Trent Latham's widow needs me
and unlike you lot, I care
about what's going on here.
[VANESSA] My bank
account's got no money in it.
I'm sorry Phil, I can't pay rent.
Trent's business cards keep declining.
I don't know what's happening.
- I'm definitely using the right PIN code.
- Oh, I can't watch.
It's 020572,
- 'cause it's the Rock's birthday.
- [PHIL] Rock's birthday. I know, I know.
Hey! Detective!
- Yes?
- Your mate?
- [DULCIE] Oh, hi.
- Gidday Dulce, how's it going?
What you said about
my good mate last night
- is absolute bullshit, Detective.
- Hey, what the f?
You need to apologise to her.
It's okay. It's alright, Skye.
The detective has apologised.
- Yeah.
- What are you all doing here?
Well, we heard some
of the locals came and
laid tributes to Sam here, love,
and Nadiyah suggested we
come and pay our respects too.
Yeah, I've been trying to get
them to process their feelings.
So far, no dice.
The memorial's lovely, isn't it?
It's nice to know that so many
people in Deadloch loved our Sam.
[EDDIE] But not more than
they love tuna mornay.
It's like a two-to-one
ratio, photos of Sam and
- Alright.
- A lot of mornay.
[HUNTER] Hey, fucking O'Dwyer!
Your grandpa was my under-10s coach.
Taught me how to fucking kick and shit.
He was a fucking dude, eh?
Yeah. He was a fucking dude.
Taught me everything I
know about footy, too.
Hey, we're having some
fucking beers later.
We're gonna try and kick
down a tree and shit.
You can fucking come if you want.
Yeah, I'll come.
- Fucking thanks.
- [SQUEAKING]
[HUNTER] What the fuck? That's a rat!
[SQUEAKING]
[MARGARET] There's several
acceleration programs.
It's got a wet lab,
which I was very disappointed to
discover is not a dog. [CHUCKLES]
There's a wellness centre
and the Margaret
Carruthers culinary kitchen.
They just named it after me so
I'd buy them new hockey sticks.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Please, Fay, just have a seat.
No, I'm good.
Look, Aunty, there's a fencing pissed.
Piste.
[BANG]
Fuck!
- Sorry, my bad!
- [MARGARET LAUGHS] Don't worry, darling!
These old houses indestructible!
[LAUGHS]
Look, I'm not saying this
just because they set of
stoves after me, Miranda.
A Circle of Mercy
education is a golden ticket
to do whatever you want
when you leave school.
Come on, Fay, help me
twist your niece's arm.
My girls make their
own decisions, Margaret.
Quite right.
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy,
that's my 10am arriving.
I'm so sorry, ladies, but
I'm going to have to run.
No, no, no, no, no,
sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.
Take your time, hmm?
Thank you so much, Mrs Carruthers.
No, thank you, Miranda.
You are such a special girl.
I am giddy at the prospect of
helping you shape your future.
We'll speak soon.
Oh, I love your earrings.
- Who made those?
- Oh, they're by this Aboriginal designer
Bring a card next time, hmm?
Lovely to see you again, Fay.
Give my regards to William.
Your brother's still in Ubud, isn't he?
Mmm.
- [DOOR CLOSES]
- [SIGHS]
I know her family hasn't
been great to our mob, Aunty.
But I reckon Mrs Carruthers
might be a good one.
Hmm
- Did you just growl?
- No.
I just find it interesting that
Sam O'Dwyer didn't have
pentobarbital in his system.
The killer didn't need to
drug him. She knocked him out.
I don't know, donking him on
the head and hoping for the best?
Seems very uncontrolled and unplanned.
Yeah, 100%.
- Right, what's our vibe in there?
- Our vibe?
Yeah. We're proper partners now,
so we need to firm up our
interview strategy, our flavour.
You know, do we good cop/ bad cop her?
- No, I don't
- What about the old reach-around?
That always worked for me up in Darwin.
So you take the front
bum, I take the back bum
- No, stop, stop! I don't
- Bit of a verbal double-P
- Stop! That
- We get her with a phone book
That is not an image that I
ever wanted to have in my head.
I think that if we are seriously
considering Margaret as a suspect,
then we need to understand what
she stood to gain by killing Rod.
It's pretty fucking obvious.
Look at this joint. This lady's loaded.
She probably queefs gold.
This is all old money. Her
family founded the town.
Huh. Founded?
I think the term you're looking
for is "colonised", Collins.
[DULCIE] Yeah, good point.
[EDDIE] Alright, let's get
in there, see your mate.
[DULCIE] No, she's not my mate!
So, Dulce, you got any
birthday plans for tomorrow?
Oh, just working, then,
uh, getting into my bed.
Oh, sounds heaven. And how are
you going with the Haddick farm?
Cath said they had a buyer drop
out because of the Latham murders.
Ah, yeah, Marg, that's
a good segue, actually.
Gavin and Trent. Shall we talk
about them for a little bit?
Ah, okay, sorry.
So, they both worked at
the sawmill until it closed.
Why'd you shut it
down? Not a fan of wood?
I love wood, just
prefer when it's a tree.
Deadloch was founded by my
great, great-grandfather in 1865,
and the Carruthers family has been
investing in its future ever since.
My Rod's death made me
think about my own legacy.
I decided to invest differently.
My legacy will be the improved
future of the women here, Detective.
They will finally shine.
[SNORTS SOFTLY]
Fuck. [CHUCKLES]
Pretty good stump
speech. Word-perfect, too.
Yeah, well, I have
cheat notes in my bra.
[ALL LAUGH]
And what did the blokes in town think
of your new plan for Deadloch, then?
Yeah, well, I mean, the
first year of the Feastival,
some local men had a tantrum
and decided to dump a pile of roadkill
in front of Town Hall in protest.
Mercifully, the patrons just
thought the whole thing was art.
Even the smell.
And were Trent and Gavin
Latham a part of that protest?
They were.
God rest their ridiculous souls.
All of those men had a
better relationship with Rod.
- Really?
- Mmm.
- Men gravitated to Rod.
- Mm-hm.
They admired him. They respected him.
I've never seen an equal to my Rod.
Oh, Margaret, do you need some
- I might have a tissue somewhere
- God. No, I
[DULCIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
- I know it's been five years, but I just I
- [DULCIE] Of course.
- [MARGARET] Still love him.
- [DULCIE] Yeah, Of course.
Always will.
If you loved him so much, why is he
buried in the local cemetery, then?
Sorry?
Well, according to this big,
fucking weighty fuck-off book,
four generations of Carruthers are
buried at this here private island.
So why is your Rod buried
in the local cemetery?
[BANG]
It's tiger snake cocktail
hour all year round out there
and I don't my Rod would
want me mainlining antivenom
every time I visited.
[ALEYNA] Margaret!
Bloody Phil is on the warpath
about this Latham memorial.
Well, thank fuck. Are
you here to see me?
You know what Mikey told me?
Your marriage celebrant, Robin,
only marries couples
she reckons will last.
- Cool.
- [GIGGLES]
You're so lucky to
have found someone, Abs.
You know 90% of the men that
I've slept with are married?
Seriously. I did a spreadsheet.
90%, Abby! [CHUCKLES]
- What is wrong with me?
- I don't know. Hey, Michelle
Oh, my goodness, did you
hear about Sam O'Dwyer?
- He was such a nice guy.
- Mm-hm.
I'd hate to drown.
Not as much as I'd hate to be on fire.
Hey, Michelle, what's that
certificate on your wall?
Oh, that's my Carruthers
Women in Business certificate.
That's how I opened my salon.
Margaret has given so many
women a leg-up with that grant.
I mean, there's Trish at the bell tents,
Tania from the fromagerie, me.
It just goes to show that you can
have all the money in the world
and still have absolutely
shocking taste in men. [LAUGHS]
Because Rod Dixon was awful, wasn't he?
He was?
He was, wasn't he?
Total bully misogynist.
What do you think, hon?
Are we getting close?
I think so, Michelle.
Do you reckon I could try
on a few pairs of lashes?
[GASPS] Yes!
But it could take a while, though.
That's okay. I'm happy to chat.
Ooh! [GIGGLES]
What about these ones? [INDISTINCT]
Too much. Too much, Michelle. Too much.
What do you mean you
can't tell me anything?
Aleyna, it is not procedure
to comment on an active case.
Well, your procedure is
making me shit blood, Dulcie.
It's making people think that I
don't care about the Latham murders,
which I actually do, a bit.
And Phil is using that. You watch.
He's going to announce that
he's running for mayor soon.
That man is creeping up on
me like a disembodied scrotum.
Aleyna, did Margaret help you
with your mayoral campaign?
What? Yes. Why?
So you weren't a part
of Rod's succession plan?
Fuck no! Phil was part
of Rod's succession plan.
If Rod hadn't died and Margaret
hadn't put her money behind me
this little brown girl wouldn't
have stood a chance in Deadloch.
But here I am, the first female mayor.
And this town is only getting better.
- It is a total paradise.
- [DING]
Fuck! Phil's just released a
statement condemning the murders.
He says "They're bad." Well,
of course they're bad, Phil.
They're murders, Phil! Fuck me dead!
Um, Aleyna, can I get a list of anyone
you've prescribed pentobarbital to
- in the last five years?
- [DING]
Ugh, we've got that interview.
That little turtleneck fucker
Megan is already three minutes late.
Okay, Aleyna, pentobarbital, please.
Oh, fine, Dulce.
But if you want it to help you sleep,
you'd be better off
getting gummies off Joan.
- I don't want it, Aleyna.
- Margaret!
That Food, Wine and Crime
writer is running late again,
so don't give her a free cookbook.
She can pay 89.95 like everyone else.
[MARGARET] Okay, darling.
Jesus!
A baby could walk out
of that woman's surgery
with a sippy cup of morphine
and that doctor mayor would not know.
The killer's using
pentobarbital, isn't he?
Ah, that's confidential
information, Aleyna.
Oh, my God. I cannot believe you're
not talking to me about this, Dulcie!
You're dead to me.
And happy birthday for
tomorrow, by the way.
[EDDIE] Your doctor mayor
mate knows too fucking much.
Aleyna's a professional.
She won't blab, trust me.
Yeah, well just don't spill too
much when we talk with your wife.
Fine.
[EDDIE] What's wrong with that sheep?
It's a goat.
Uh, hey, Cath, can we ask you a
few questions about pentobarbital?
- Why?
- It's relevant to the case, love.
Okay, sexy. What do you need to know?
Well, have you prescribed
pentobarbital to any of your clients?
Well, I don't normally prescribe
it. I usually administer it myself.
- Ah-huh.
- Mmm.
But you have doled it out before, then?
Sorry, excuse me, I don't just dole out
potentially lethal sedatives, Detective.
My supply's under lock and
key. I keep fastidious records.
- They're watertight. Ask Dulce.
- Mm-hm.
You could use them as a dental dam.
Point is, I actually take my job
seriously, Detective Redcliffe.
- Oh, good-o. So, ah
- So the Lathams get stuck with a needle?
That bit is confidential
case information, so I
[EDDIE] Fucking hell!
I'm sorry, love. Will you
just excuse us for one second?
[WHISPERS] Hey, I just think that
I'm better off doing this on my own.
Yeah, yeah. I agree. Get it done.
- Just get the fucking list.
- Yeah.
Oh, gosh, it's getting cold.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Oh. Um
So, I was talking to Margaret earlier,
about that hobby farm
still being on the market.
And I was just thinking
that maybe we could
have a little think about
talking about thinking
of putting in an offer.
Really?
- Really?
- Well
I was literally just thinking we
could grow opium poppies there!
How illegal is that, though?
Oh, it's pretty illegal.
[LAUGHS]
- I love you!
- Oh, okay
- Oh, it's dripping on my back!
- [LAUGHS]
Okay. Mm-hm Yeah.
[LAUGHS]
Um, okay. Alright, great.
Well, ah, could I get a list
of your pentobarbital records?
Yeah, yeah, sure.
I've just got to finish inseminating
Felicia. I'll email them to you.
Of course.
Alright, okay, I've got to go.
- Okay. I love you.
- I love you.
Oh, hey, love, um, have you
ever prescribed pentobarbital
to any of the farm staff
at the Carruthers Estate?
- Nuh.
- Okay.
Oh, just Margaret.
I just gave it straight to
her 'cause she's an ex-nurse.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
[EDDIE] I don't care if Margaret
says she uses it on her horses.
She also used it on her
husband, who is not a horse.
We don't know that.
Yeah, I'm pretty
fucking sure we do know.
I've seen photos. He doesn't
look much like a horse to me.
- No, that's not what I meant.
- Collins, Collins.
- Look at the facts.
- Don't be a smarty pants.
Marg is a nurse, who,
thanks to your missus
has enough penis-orbital
- [MUTTERS] Pentobarbital.
- to fucking put down a football team.
And she is turning this town
into a man-free leztopia.
In conclusion,
Mrs Chutney Fucker is a psycho.
- Okay, well, that
- Ma'ams?
[EDDIE] Big Eye Oh.
Jesus Christ. What happened to you?
Michelle gave me lashes
and then I rubbed them.
Why? Does it look bad?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
So, Michelle talked at me for hours.
- I have so much goss
- Shh, shh, shh!
Lydia, Claudia, Lydia.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Yeah.
Okay, apparently Margaret
and Rod were estranged.
She spent, like, six
months a year overseas,
trying to get away from him.
Top line is, Margaret
hated her husband's guts.
Oh, did she?
Also, Michelle said that Rod
was a total misogynist bully
to the council women.
He even sniffed Aleyna's chair once.
Okay, well, that is abhorrent but
- Mate, mate, mate, mate. Mate!
- It's still not enough.
You said that ladies kill
the person closest to them,
and then that first
murder informs the rest.
So I think she has
bumped off her husband.
She's got a taste of freedom.
Now she's passing on the benefits
to the other women in town.
I'm just I'm struggling
to see her as a murderer.
- Sexy, you're too close.
- That is really inappropriate.
- Open your eyes.
- Can you not ever do that again?
Mate, she has the drugs. Her
husband was the first victim.
What if I'm right and
she kills again, hey?
Okay, alright.
- Alright, we go.
- Okay. Come on, Big Eyes, let's go.
- Yes, ma'am.
- I know where we can find her.
- Ahh!
- Oh!
Constable, that eye
looks like a haemorrhoid.
- Mm-hm?
- Go and sort it out.
Okay.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[SHOUTING CONTINUES]
Oi! Move your hooves. Come on!
Clippety-clop! Clippety-clop! Hurry up!
[SHOUTING CONTINUES]
So, years ago, I was
out at Carruthers Island.
It's our private island.
It's a beautiful spot,
just off the coast.
- And I spot this little sea sprite
- [EDDIE WHISPERS] Get in there.
- [DULCIE WHISPERS] Don't push!
- emerging from the water in diving gear.
- This girl, she's all of 13, 14.
- [EDDIE WHISPERS] Mate, come on!
- Let's go get her.
- I assumed she was meeting a boy.
- Just wait!
- But when I asked her what she was doing,
she replied in this flat little accent,
"Diving for abalone."
And then I said, "Well, darling,
if you're stealing
abalone from my island,
the least you can do
is cook it up for me."
[LAUGHTER]
And that was the first meal that
Feastival Culinary Director
Skye O'Dwyer ever cooked for me.
- And now you can make it too, mm?
- [APPLAUSE]
Alright, let's fucking go!
[MAN] Margaret, beautiful
stories accompany your recipes.
One in particular resonated with me,
the story behind your
limoncello drizzle cake.
And it was on tour in Italy,
whilst you were eating
a slice of this cake,
as you were "overlooking the
azure waters of the Ligurian Sea"
that you received word that
your husband, Rod, had died.
That's right. I was in Riomaggiore.
Beautiful place. Terrible situation.
Sorry.
You were fucking where
when your husband died?
In Riomaggiore. In Italy.
Tom's not answering his phone, eh.
His grandpa just died five years ago,
so I want to do something nice for him.
You know, teach him how to
kick, or he can watch me kick.
- Oh, yeah, that'll cheer him up.
- I know.
Speaking of me, Adele,
because Miranda's abandoning us,
the Pademelons footy
team is just us two now.
So, let's talking titles.
First things first, which one
of us is going to be captain?
You should be captain.
Yeah, that's what I was
thinking. Good instinct, Adele.
Cunt! How the fuck is that
woman not a fucking psychopath?
- [RUSTLING]
- Look, I don't know what to say.
Margaret wasn't in the
country when her husband died.
Yeah, well she probably outsourced
it like she did everything else.
- So what do we fucking do now?
- [ZIP PULLS]
Oh! Dulcie, hon, I am
so sorry to bother you
but I've got to get
something off my chest.
It's about Sam O'Dwyer.
So I was lying in my floatation tank.
I swear by it, it's like
being back in the womb.
I was lying there so relaxed,
when, bang, it hit me,
and I realised, I have
got to tell Dulcie this
otherwise I am not going
to sleep a wink tonight.
Uh, Michelle, we're in the
middle of a murder investigation
- at the moment so
- Oh, absolutely, hon.
The thing is, Abby came in
today to get her makeup redone,
and we got to talking about Sam O'Dwyer.
Did you ever meet Sam, Dulce,
or was he before your time?
Ah Anyway, I remembered how
I'd hired the footy club from Sam
for my brother Leo's 40th
Gangsters and Molls party.
Here's the thing.
I'd arranged to meet him at
the club on the day to decorate,
'cause I knew him quite well,
but he never showed up.
- Leo?
- No, Sam!
So here I was, stuck outside
with two hundred helium balloons
and six bags of plastic
cigarette holders from Shiploads,
because it was a really big do.
I'd hired a flapper
dress and everything.
In the end, I ended up having
to get Mike to relocate the party
to Geoff Haddick's wool shed.
Oh, are you and Cath still maybe
making an offer on that, Dulce?
Ah, yeah, we're thinking about
- talking about putting in an offer.
- Great!
- Okay, thanks for that, Rochelle.
- Michelle.
So over the next few days I kept
calling Sam to get the deposit back,
because $75 is $75.
But I couldn't get a hold of him.
So after a week I thought, "Stuff it.
I will get that miserable man,
Rod Dixon, to refund the deposit",
because he was president of
the footy club at the time,
but he'd only refund me half.
What?
What date was Leo's party, Michelle?
13th of June, 2017.
Anyway, all this talk about Sam made
me realise in the flotation tank,
oh, my God, I didn't return the
flapper dress to the costume store.
I stole it!
So that's why I've turned myself in.
- Oh
- Do you need to cuff me?
[EDDIE] Sam disappeared
before Rod Dixon was killed.
- He was our first victim.
- [DULCIE] He was.
We fucked the timeline.
It explains why she stored
his body so carefully.
He was special to her.
Also explains the head wound
and why there was no
pentobarbital in his system.
His death wasn't
planned. It was emotional.
He wasn't part of her MO. He created it.
So we have to start again?
We do.
Fuck!
Who ordered the pud?
Mmm.
Cheers, hey!
- Are you Ted with the excavator?
- Why?
You trying to dig something up?
You could say that.
Good morning, you're listening to
Pink Flag Radio. This is Hamish.
I'm joined now by Mayor Aleyna Rahme.
Mayor Rahme, do you have any
updates on the Deadloch murders?
[ALEYNA] Well, I'm here to do
the Feastival Daily Diary, Hamish.
[HAMISH] But you're very close
to Senior Sergeant Collins.
Has she given you any indication
of who they think is doing this?
[ALEYNA] Um Well,
what I can tell you is
Actually, no, um
Tomorrow we are having a dog
parade, Hamish. That'll be nice.
- Collins!
- Good morning, Redcliff.
- No. That didn't feel
- No, I don't
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Um, so, had a little poke around
the shack again last night.
Only thing I discovered was that
Sam O'Dwyer has a lot
of Shane Warne books.
Do with that what you will.
[SVEN] Here she is!
Haaa
ow good is that outfit, Eddie?
Th That's really good.
That's, um What colour is that?
Hot orange, so I don't
get shot by poachers.
- Oh, fun!
- Okay, so turns out we were wrong.
Sam O'Dwyer is our first victim.
- Oh, bummer.
- Yeah, it is.
- Thanks, Sven, it is a bummer.
- Bummer.
So, victim profile.
Sam O'Dwyer was a former
football coach and publican.
- [DING]
- And
- unlike the other victims
-
who've proven to be
a veritable urine trough
of violent, abusive, misogynist bullies
Sam's family, friends
and everyone in town
- describe him as kind, generous, caring.
- [DING]
And that Which makes the, er, the
killer's motivation for
for, um, killing Sam less clear.
Well, he's still a man,
so there's got to be
something wrong with him.
So binary.
What?
Gender's made up, is all. It's
made up. It's like the stock market.
Ugh Alright, alright.
Let's talk suspects.
Who are the women in Sam's sphere?
What about Vic O'Dwyer? She's ripped.
Ah, well, what about her hips?
Well, I don't know if she's got
cum gutters. We're not that close.
- Ugh
- Okay, sorry, who are you talking about?
Victoria O'Dwyer, Sam
O'Dwyer's daughter.
That's Skye O'Dwyer!
She wasn't even in
Deadloch when Sam died.
Victoria is Sam's 70-year-old
wife with a steel hip.
Who else are you mixing up, Detective?
Hey, fair cop, mate!
It's a lot of names!
Alright, let's park
Viv for the moment
- Vic! Vic!
- Vic, Vic, Vic.
What about, um, other women?
Any more of this lot up
here connected to Sam?
Not closely, no. I've already checked.
We're going to have to
cast the net a little wider.
Sven, what have you got?
Honestly, just, like, so much
admiration for both of you.
Like, you're both so incredible.
You're persevering with this case
even though it's not going very well.
So good.
[STAMMERS] I meant women
with criminal records.
[LAUGHS] Oh, sorry. Brain fart.
These are all local women
with criminal records.
None of them have priors
for multiple murders, though,
I'm afraid.
The only one with a violent
charge was this lady, Wendy Taylor,
former Carruthers Estate
cleaner charged with assault.
Who'd she whack?
Where's Wendy's file?
Wendy Taylor assaulted Sam O'Dwyer.
Oh! That's the guy.
Alright! Let's bring her in, then!
Hmm
- That's going to be hard.
- What?
- Wendy's in jail.
- Yeah.
But I do know who we can talk to.
Why did your mum assault
Sam O'Dwyer, Sharelle?
I don't recall.
Well, did she know Sam very well?
I know she also used to be the cleaner
at the footy club and
the pub, didn't she?
I don't recall that, either.
She knocked his teeth out,
so he must have done
something to piss her off.
I don't recall.
Okay, well, is there
anybody else you can think of
that might have had a problem with him?
Cannot think of a single person.
Think you're lying to us, Sharelle.
I think I'm not.
- I think she is, yeah.
- Yeah, I think she might be.
- How far away is this prison, then?
- It's about two hours.
Look, maybe Wendy will tell us
what went on with her and Sam.
[EDDIE] Oh, yeah. she'll
be a real chatty-Cathy.
- [PHONE BUZZES]
- Well, it's the only lead we have right now.
Oh, it's Kate!
Kate. Hang on.
- Hi! Hello.
- [KATE] Hi, Detective Collins.
So, I took a lot at Sam O'Dwyer's body
and I found a foreign hair sample.
James must have missed it.
Really? That's, ah
That's a big shame.
Kate, is there any chance
that next time you're in,
you could analyse the sample for us?
Oh, I've already done that.
It's a pube.
From a woman, or someone
else with two X chromosomes.
Right. Um, right. Okay.
Mm-hm. I found it in his mouth.
[LAUGHS]
- Someone was sitting on Sammy O'Dwyer's face!
- Okay, Kate, thank you.
- Was someone..
- Thank you.
- Was he
- Thank you for doing that.
- Was he munching on clunts? Kate!
- Thank you.
♪
[WOMAN] That's great, guys!
Now, keep punching for ten more!
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
That's it, Mitchell, well
done! [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
[VIC] Foreign DNA? From overseas?
It just means it's not Sam's DNA.
Right.
But you can test DNA, can't you Dulce?
I mean, it might be mine.
Were you with Sam the
night he disappeared, Vic?
No, I think I was working at the pub.
Was your husband having
an affair, Mrs O'Dwyer?
What? No, of course not!
But you said you were at work.
Well, maybe I wasn't working.
- Oh, so you were there the night he died.
- No, I
Why'd it take you two
weeks after Sam disappeared
to report him missing, hey?
I thought
Well, I hoped that he might come back.
We are going to need a DNA sample, Vic.
Right. 'Course.
Mm-hm.
Well, I have just been to the loo.
Just a mouth swab.
Well, he was banging someone else.
Not according to his wife.
Oh, yeah, nah, 'cause no-one's ever
kept their affair a secret before,
have they?
Oh
It's that pie man.
[ANNOUNCEMENT] Attention, attention.
Beginner's swimming
class is starting now.
Meet in the main pool.
Beginner's swimming? What the fuck?
I'm good!
I have to feed Fern the dog.
Go upstairs and have a shower.
Nah, I don't need a shower.
I'm one of those people
that don't need to wash.
Those people don't
exist. They do not exist!
- Get up there. Go!
- [MURMURS]
God, what's up your fucking bum?
Is this Is this gonna be our,
like, dynamic from now on?
Because, if it is, mate,
I'm not for it, you know?
Surprise!
- Happy birthday!
- Ugh.
I just said that she could have
a shower and then she'll be gone.
Oh. You could have told
me she was coming over.
[RAY] Hey! Sorry I'm late.
There was a code brown at the pool.
[IMITATES SQUELCH] Yeah.
- Hi, Dulce, here you go.
- Thanks.
Good. Yep.
I didn't think you'd be here.
Oh, didn't you?
[EDDIE SINGS] I'm horny ♪
- [SHOWER RUNS]
- Horny, horny, horny ♪
So horny ♪
- Oh, wow.
- [GEZ] Oh, yum! Pael-la!
- Pae-ya.
- [GEZ] Oh.
- Just move the glass?
- Yep. Yep.
- Oh!
- Oh, you right?
Okay, plates up, plates up.
You don't want to miss
out on a prawn, do you?
- Yum!
- That is a lot of shellfish, though.
- [RASPING]
- Who wants some socarrat?
It's the crust at the bottom of the pan.
[GEZ] Yeah. Yeah, sure, yeah, yeah.
- Thank you.
- Don't mind me, don't mind me.
I'm just going to get my
clothes from the clothesline.
Dulcie put them in the dryer.
Right.
Never used one of them before.
La-di-dah.
Well, the old paella's not
gonna eat itself, is it?
No, it's not. Yum!
- [RAY] Should we change the music?
- [GEZ] Yeah, put on Alanis Morrisette.
[CHATTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
[EXHALES]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY]
Dental dam alright.
Tighter than me Nan's cooch.
Where's my polar fleece?
So Skye's not coming, Nadiyah?
Ah, no. No, she's not feeling up to it.
Oh, no. Is she sick?
No, Gez, her dad's dead.
- [DOOR OPENS]
- Alright, better get going, Collins.
Killer to catch and all.
Actually, Detective, this is Dulcie's
surprise birthday party, so
Right. Ah, yeah.
'Course. I'll, ah, head off by myself.
Which way is town again?
- Turn left.
- [DULCIE] Just stay.
You've got to eat, so
[GEZ] Oh, I know what's going on here.
Is everything all tense 'cause of
the affair Dulcie had in Sydney?
- No, Gez, don't
- [NADIYAH] The what?
Oh, Dulcie had an affair with
her detective partner in Sydney.
You remember this, Ray.
That's why she and Cath moved
to Deadloch, to start over.
- Mm, no.
- Oh, Cath's freaking out because she thinks
you two are going to have an affair.
- Ugh.
- [SVEN] Hello, everybody! It's a party!
No? Okay.
I think we should probably
just wrap all this up, actually.
No, no, no, no, Dulce, Gez is right.
Sit. Sit.
- I need to name some feelings.
- Yep.
Eddie.
Ever since you've arrived
in town, I've been feeling
jealous and
insecure.
And yesterday, when I
was inseminating a goat,
I saw you two vibing off each other,
and I've been spiralling ever since
because you've become
Dulcie's confidante.
And I'm feeling very threatened by that.
But whilst they are mine to parent,
I am entitled to my feelings.
And they are valid, but
they're not your responsibility.
So I'm sorry, both of you.
- Sorry.
- No. No.
Thank you. Yes.
Mate, just for the record,
I don't want to muff-dive your wife.
- I'm far more into Trey over there.
- Ray.
Yeah, look at him. Looks
like a fucking tree bear.
Only reason I'd kick him out of
bed is to fuck him on the floor.
- [GEZ] Oh!
- Thank you.
Dulcie's actually a very
sexual person, Eddie.
- Oh, Cath, don't. Don't. Not now.
- No, you are.
You radiate sexuality, like a
- [EDDIE] Yeah, nuh. To each their own.
- floodlight at an airport.
We can all feel Dulcie's sexual
energy wafting off her, can't we?
No. No. No. I can feel something
wafting, but it's not
Yes, Aleyna and I have discussed it.
Actually, I think that
I might just, um
pop into the kitchen
and shove my head in the freezer.
Ah, Constable.
- Me?
- Would you like to join me?
Okay.
So good, getting that off my chest.
[CATH SIGHS]
Eddie, socarrat?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SIGHS]
If this is about what just
happened, I'm fine with it.
I am your work colleague,
but when I entered your private
space as a friend, Dulcie,
I consented to sexually
explicit conversations
- No. No.
- about you and Cath and
Abby, Abby, Abby.
Did you go to school with Sharelle Muir?
- Um, yes, ma'am.
- Mm-hm.
Do you have any idea why her
mum assaulted Sam O'Dwyer?
- No.
- Okay.
Forensics found a pubic
hair in Sam's mouth.
The detective thinks that Sam
was having an extramarital affair.
You think it could have
been with Sharelle's mum?
- I don't know, ma'am.
- 'Course, yeah.
Yeah, of course, of course.
I mean, from what I know of Sam
O'Dwyer it seems highly unlikely.
Probably got the pube from a
service station Chiko Roll, huh?
- [LAUGHS]
- Yeah.
Mmm
- Pube!
- Mmm.
Alright. Good. Yeah. Uh
- Top up, there?
- Thanks.
So, what's happening with
Aleyna? Is she coming?
Oh, no, she can't now.
Aleyna's doing a press
conference about the Lathams.
- She's what?
- Fucking what?
Yeah, yeah.
She's going to make an
important announcement.
[EXHALES]
- I'm getting my keys. I'll get my keys.
- Fuck! Mate
- Oh, whoa.
- Excuse me.
Which way's town? That way?
As you're all aware,
Deadloch has tragically
lost two of our finest sons,
Trent and Gavin Latham,
cut down in their prime.
This town will never know
two finer men.
Can you drive faster? That mayor has
already started and she knows too much.
- I'm going the speed limit.
- Ugh.
Fuck it's hot. Can
we turn on the aircon?
Should you just take
off some polar fleece?
- Sure.
- [BUTTON CLICKS]
Can you not swim?
No.
It's a bit weird, for a fully grown
man and fit little unit like you.
Do you think I'm a fit little unit?
Now is not the time to try it on!
It's a murder investigation! Jesus!
- Oh, my God, I'm sorry, you're right.
- I don't have time to deal with your stiffy for me.
- Hey, I honestly
- We're here. Just pull over.
[KNOCKING]
What?
Mmm!
These men are dead.
You have no respect.
Go get a park. Fuck!
Yeah.
Hey, um, I'll get out here too, Ray.
- Yes. Okay.
- Thanks.
[ALEYNA] Tonight, it is my honour
to announce that the public outdoor gym
will be renamed the Trent
Latham Memorial Outdoor Gym
and the toilet block next to it
will be named the Gavin
Latham Memorial Toilets.
Mayor, um, do you have any actual
updates on the Latham murders?
Well, that's a confidential
police investigation, Jeremy, so
So the police aren't talking to you.
Do they not have faith
in you either, Mayor?
No, Megan, we are in the
constant contact with the police.
So, what can you tell us
about the case then, Mayor?
What have police told
you? What do you know?
Well, something that I do now is
that the police believe that
[EDDIE] Hi everyone! Sorry I'm late.
Thanks for that, Doctor Mayor.
You can shut the fuck up now.
Right, um Yeah.
So now just a little update on the case,
and that update is there is no
update at this time, alright?
[JOURNALISTS] Detective! Detective!
Jimmy, I'm gonna slice your dick
up like a roast, true God, I will!
I need to tell Vanessa
something about something!
No, you fucking don't! She's grieving!
- Leave her alone!
- Hey, calm down!
Calm down, alright? Hey, Jimmy,
come on. Come for a walk, alright?
I don't like walking, Mike!
- Fuck off, ya little prick!
- Moll bitch!
Sharelle!
Oh, what do you want?
I need to talk to you about Sam O'Dwyer.
Detective, do you have
any info on the killer?
I just said, I can't fucking
tell you anything, so
I can't say anything about
them at this time.
Is this because you don't
know anything about him?
No, because it wouldn't be in
the interests of the investigation
to reveal anything about them.
Why do you keep saying "them"?
Is there more than one killer?
No, I keep saying "them"
because gender is made up.
- Isn't that right, Sven?
- Yep. Yes. Yep.
It's rooted in white
supremacy and colonialism
- and it's actually a spectrum, like a rainbow.
- [PHONE BUZZES]
And everyone deserves to be
liberated from the gender binary.
Detective, four days ago Ted from
Ted's Excavation and Septic Tanks
exhumed a body from Deadloch Cemetery.
Was that at the request
of Deadloch Police?
Right, so it's not Vic
O'Dwyer's pubic hair?
- [ABBY] Sharelle!
- [KATE] No, it's not matching her sample.
Sorry, Detective.
- Okay. Thanks, Kate.
- [ABBY] Just hear me out.
[SHARELLE] Fuck, Abby!
Can you confirm or deny
that the exhumed body
was that of former mayor, Rod Dixon?
Ah
[STAMMERS]
[MEGAN] Mayor Dixon's body was found
five years ago on Deadloch Beach,
exactly the same location
- as recent victims Trent and Gavin Latham.
- [WHISPERS] Get me a beer!
Is that correct?
Ah, I will not be taking
any questions at this time.
Fuck, Abby! You know why Mum decked him.
You remember what he was like!
Sharelle, I know Sam cracked onto you.
I just need to know who
else he tried it with.
I'm never telling you
anything ever again, Abby.
You're a cop now.
[MEGAN] The body of
beloved local, Sam O'Dwyer,
was recently recovered
from Deadloch Lake.
According to forensic pathologist
James King's recent TEDx Perth talk,
Sam likely died only days
before Rod Dixon died.
King also said O'Dwyer's death is
being treated by police as suspicious.
Suspicious means a murder, doesn't it?
Ah
Um, I will not be, uh
taking questions at this time.
Are the murder of Trent
Latham, Gavin Latham,
Rod Dixon and Sam O'Dwyer connected?
Detective, a serial killer is defined as
someone who commits four murders
in a period of over a month
with cooling down time
between those murders.
Are these Deadloch murders
the work of a serial killer?
- Ah
- [CROWD EXCLAIMS]
Sharelle
I can't sit on this information.
The police think that Sam O'Dwyer
was with someone else
the night he went missing.
So if you know who that
was, you have to tell us.
Mate, Sam O'Dwyer's
dick was like a ferret
constantly searching for any hole.
It could have been any
number of women that night.
[DULCIE] What did you just say?
[CHOIR SINGS "CONFIDE IN ME"]
I stand in the distance ♪
I view from afar ♪
Should I offer some assistance ♪
Should it matter who you are ♪
Problems should be shared ♪
Confide in me ♪
Confide in me ♪
♪
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