Pacific Heat (2016) s01e13 Episode Script
A Return to Evil
[gavel bangs.]
Would the defendant please stand? Well, that's the last time he'll stand as a free man.
- Has the jury reached a verdict? - You bet they have.
- We have, Your Honour.
- How do you find the defendant? With evidence like that, he's going down.
We find the defendant - Well? - Just building the tension, Your Honour.
- [judge.]
Get on with it! - Oh.
Not guilty on all charges.
[all gasping.]
Is that the opposite of guilty? [all murmuring.]
[Bang Choi laughs.]
Just remember, Agent Sommerville, I know where your children go to school.
- Why, I ought to What? - Todd! - You don't have any children.
- Oh, yeah.
Fair point.
Until we meet again, Detective.
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[with French accent.]
That is it, gorgeous.
Gorgeous, give me more.
Loving it, girls.
Just a step to the left.
[grunts.]
Oh.
Are you okay, Brittany? Yeah, I must've tripped over a rock or some seaweed or [gasps.]
[photographer.]
That's the shot! Hold it there.
Hold it there.
The horror look.
Horror.
Horror.
More horror.
Yes, that is the shot.
[male reporter.]
According to witnesses, the body was found shortly after dawn by surf lifesavers [female reporter.]
name is yet to be released, however, we believe she is female Police have cordoned off the scene, but we've managed to get close, so come on down and meet the Hitz FM summer beach crew.
- [Todd.]
Ah, sorry about that.
- What kept you? - Equipment issues.
- Todd needed to change his top.
Maddie, I thought we agreed not to comment on operational matters.
- Looks good, Todd.
- Really? Yeah, it's the V-neck.
I think it works better for spring.
- Bought you both a coffee.
- Thanks.
- So, what have we got? - Another vic.
Female, mid-twenties.
[Maddie gags.]
- You okay? - This is soy.
I must've got 'em mixed up.
Looks like she's been in the water for a while.
Talk about making a splash.
- Must've washed up on the high tide.
- Life's a beach.
Lividity is fixed along the anterior aspect.
- [Veronica.]
Todd? - Well, give me something to work with.
- What's lividity? - Our vic have a name? Not yet.
Cards and cash are missing.
- Witnesses? - Spoke to a couple of lifeguards.
They were here just after dawn.
- [Maddie.]
Mmm-hmm.
Any luck? - [Veronica.]
No.
One's gay and the other's got a girlfriend.
- No, did they see anything? - Oh! I'll check.
- So, who called her in? - A couple of models.
- Zac's getting a statement now.
- Good.
- Okay, names? - Lauren.
- And Brittany.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Names? - Lauren.
- And Brittany.
- Good.
Names? - COD? - Hard to say.
- Hang on, what's COD again? - Cause of death.
Ah, yeah.
That lividity threw me.
Looks like she's been hit on the back of the head.
- The question is, by who? - Whom.
Two questions.
- Definite blunt force trauma.
- [Todd.]
Mmm.
Can we rule out suicide? Of course! She tied her hands and clubbed her own head before somehow managing to half bury herself in the sand.
Mmm.
Well, we're done then.
- That was sarcasm.
- Which bit? - VJ, can you get some shots? - I'm on it.
[camera shutter clicking.]
No! Zac, can you do it? - Sure.
[camera shutter clicking.]
- [Maddie.]
Of the victim! - Oh, sorry.
- Oh, our bad.
[Rosemary.]
All right, what's going on here? - Who are you? - Rosemary Holt.
I'm the editor of Inside Bikini.
[whistles.]
- Classy publication.
- When can we get back to our photoshoot? - We're still gathering evidence, Miss Holt.
- I've got a deadline to meet.
With all due respect, I think a police investigation is a little more important than some swimsuit magazine.
Hang on, Maddie, it's got a lot of interesting articles.
- Do you mind if I hang on to it? - It's yours.
Now, we really need to get on with the shoot.
I'm sorry, ma'am, a young girl is dead, possibly murdered.
- Possibly suicided.
- This entire area is now a crime scene.
- Just because some silly girl drowned? - [Maddie.]
Listen.
This silly girl could be someone's wife.
Someone's daughter.
- Someone's grandmother.
- Probably not, Zac.
- Someone's long lost aunt.
- No.
You haven't heard the last of this.
[Maddie.]
You know what? Something's not right.
Is it my top? I've got a crew neck in the car.
From the position of the body and the footprints, I'd say our victim was killed somewhere else.
- And then dumped here? - Let's find out if the neighbours saw anything.
Er, that was a question.
"And then dumped here?" - Question mark.
- I'm gonna go speak to those girls again.
- Oh, hello, darling.
- Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
- We're police officers.
- Ooh, it's the long arm of the law.
[both laughing.]
I guess you need to frisk us.
[chuckles.]
- That won't be necessary.
- Well, speak for yourself.
[both cackling.]
I'm afraid a woman's body was found on the beach this morning.
- Oh, God! A body? - [Todd.]
Yes.
- On the beach? - Can you recall hearing or seeing anything unusual last night? - No.
- So, no disturbances? This is a pretty quiet neighbourhood.
And how long have you lived here, Mrs - Ms Moore.
- Moore by name, more by nature.
[both laughing.]
Oh, about ten years.
Not that we haven't had offers to sell up.
- Offers? From who? - Or whom? Oh, this property developer wanting to put up more apartments.
Like the place next door.
- But we've always said no.
- No.
- Why is that? - It's the principle.
We don't want to see this beautiful coast ruined.
- [Todd.]
Sure.
- And we're not selling to no Asian.
[both laughing.]
- Ain't that right? - Okay, then.
Here's my card.
If there's anything else you can think of Ooh, I can think of plenty.
[both laughing.]
[Maddie.]
Okay, let's go through what we know.
Todd? - String and bling is in for spring.
- Todd! - What? - Can we get back to the case? Oh, sure.
Yeah.
Well, let's go through what we know.
- Kwong.
- Our first victim, Cassandra Barnes, was found two weeks ago.
Second victim, Alex Mileo, six days back.
Third victim, our Jane Doe, turned up today.
Each of the bodies dumped within a five kilometre radius of the strip.
Mmm-hmm.
The question is, what have they all got in common? Hmm, they're all dead.
- Apart from that.
- All right.
Let's go through what we know about the victim.
[computer beeps.]
Oh, who's that? [Kwong.]
Sorry, it's my screen saver.
[Maddie.]
Starting with victim one, Cassandra Barnes.
[Todd.]
What do we know about her? - We know that she's dead.
- Thanks, Zac.
Mid-30s, divorced, worked as a lawyer in a city firm.
- Any suspects? - [Kwong.]
Hmm.
Ex-husband.
- Angry about divorce settlement? - Ah-ha! That's him.
[Kwong.]
Jealous boyfriend.
Didn't like her going out alone.
Or him.
Could be working as a pair.
[Kwong.]
Old school classmate.
Subject of apprehended violence order.
[Todd.]
As a trio, and they thought they'd get away with it.
[Kwong.]
Next door neighbour.
Described as obsessive loner.
- [Todd.]
Right, so four.
Five.
- [Kwong.]
Short tempered boss - Why don't we move on to victim two? Yep.
- Good thinking.
[Kwong.]
Alex Mileo.
Body found six days ago in a parking lot off Main Beach.
Accountant, worked for a downtown firm.
- [Maddie.]
Suspects? - [Kwong.]
None.
Okay, we're all thinking the same thing.
It's time someone said it.
Yeah, Kwong needs to start using deodorant.
- What? - Well, isn't that what we're all thinking? No? Maddie? Well, you said it behind her back.
- But not to her face.
- We're thinking, is there any chance we could be looking at a serial killer? I was thinking that, too.
If it is a serial killer, then we'll need a psychological profile.
Maddie, you're our expert.
I'd say he's 30 to 40.
Unmarried.
Lacking in social skills.
Repressive nature.
Resents anyone with success.
Strong relationship with mother.
- Incapable of mature sexual function.
- Are you talking about Todd again? - No.
- 'Cause that's what you say about him.
- Not to his face.
- [Zac.]
No, not to his face.
Of course she isn't talking about me.
I don't get on with my mother.
Are you talking about me? [mobile ringing.]
Chief? We'll be right there.
[siren wailing.]
Yes, sir.
Understood.
That was the director.
I can tell you, he's not happy.
- Look, we had to park somewhere.
- Our third murder in a month! This city cannot afford to gain a reputation for violent crime.
I need answers and I need them now.
- Chief, we're on to it.
- Feeling very confident.
But you've got no witnesses.
No suspects.
No leads.
However, on the plus side I was kind of hoping someone else would finish that sentence.
- However - On the plus side - Keep going.
- Oh, no, I've got nothing.
The press are having a field day.
It's in all the papers.
- Nothing in here.
- Oh, Chief? Another reporter just rang.
They want to know if we've come up with a name for the serial killer yet.
"The serial killer"? Oh, for God's sake.
- Chief, you want me to speak to them? - Er, I don't think so.
- Why not? - Remember your last press conference? [meekly.]
Er, no? We can confirm that the victim's name is Brendan Dowell.
He was found brutally stabbed to death this morning.
[reporter.]
And how has his family reacted to the news? Okay, probably got the order wrong.
- Is this going out live? - [all.]
Yes.
Oh, well.
Guess they know by now.
Anyway, he was found this morning brutally stabbed, uh, his age was 24.
Er, actually, no, better ring the family first on that.
Yeah, it's coming back now We've got to find out who's responsible for these murders.
We're on to it, Chief.
[sirens wailing.]
[machine whirrs.]
[Dr Shari.]
Hmm.
It's definitely a fleshy substance.
There's a membrane and some sort of connective tissue matter.
- And this came from the canteen.
- Roast of the day.
- Probably chicken, then.
- Thanks, Doc.
Doctor, could we please get back to examining? - Oh, but of course.
- What can you tell us? As you can see, the victim suffered blunt force trauma to the lower occipital.
Come on, Doc.
Spare us the jargon.
She was struck in the back of the head.
- Yeah, still a little technical.
"Struck"? - Hit.
- Oh! - Any idea of the weapon? Judging by the laceration and linear-type bruising, I'd say it was a heavy, sharp-edge shaped object.
- Like a block of wood? - Yes.
- [Veronica.]
Brick? - Possible.
- Meteorite? - [Dr Shari.]
Less likely.
- But still possible.
- [Todd.]
Good work, Zac.
I found traces of metal in the abrasions on her head.
- What kind of metal? - [Zac.]
From a meteorite? I've sent a sample to the lab to see if they can narrow down the chemical signature.
Still waiting to hear.
Excuse me, we need some urgent results.
- I'm afraid I don't have them.
- [Todd.]
Listen, pal.
We could have a serial killer on our hands.
So give me one good reason why you don't have those results.
- 'Cause I'm the cleaner.
- [Todd.]
Yeah, good reason.
- Then get rid of the white coat, pal.
- [Zac.]
Yeah.
- And you missed a bit.
- Do we have an ID yet? Ah, no one's called her in.
No hit on her prints and she doesn't match any missing persons report.
If only she could speak.
- Yeah, it'd be a little creepy.
- Oh, the dead have much to say.
It is just that no one is prepared to listen.
Sort of like community radio.
That is why it is our job to give them a voice.
Hang on, I've got an idea.
Let me feel her breasts.
Maddie, I know you've been under a lot of stress lately Just as I thought.
Implants.
Really? Give me a go.
No, feel normal to me.
- Definitely implants.
- I've been told some fibs.
She's got breast implants! - Meaning? - [Veronica.]
Of course! Every surgical implant has a serial number.
- [Maddie.]
Correct.
- Do yours? Shut up, Zac! And those numbers are kept on a medical database.
Huh, so what you're saying is - Exactly.
- Exactly what? All we've got to do is match her number to that medical database and our Jane Doe becomes [surgeon.]
Sharna Lloyd.
I remember her well.
- You performed the surgery? - Well, I oversee all our procedures.
[nurse on intercom.]
Excuse me, Doctor.
We're about to start Mrs Wilson's laserbrasion treatment.
- Uh-huh.
- Would you like to check the settings? You start, I'll pop in later.
And let me know if you smell that burning again.
- Will do! - She came to you for breast augmentation.
Apparently, she needed it for work.
Told me she was a reporter.
- What sort of reporter? Good work, Zac.
- A flat-chested one? I believe she worked for a local newspaper, but she was hoping to break into TV.
- Guess that explains the boob job.
- So, Sharna is dead.
- That's a real shame.
- I'll tell you what's a shame, Doctor.
Preying on the body-image insecurities of vulnerable young women.
- I provide a service - Teenage fat removal? - Thigh reversal? - Spare me the moralising.
- We'll need some contact details.
- I could do wonders with your jawline.
- Forget it.
- Those wrinkles.
- We're leaving.
- Your eyelids? - Sure you don't want to take a card? - I might take one.
- So, you and Sharna are flatmates? - Yeah, is there something wrong? I'm afraid we've got some bad news, Jenny.
- About Sharna? - I don't know how to say this.
- I do.
She's dead.
- Zac! - It's true.
- We were building up to it.
- Dead? A-Are you sure? - Take a look.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.
Is that an iPhone 4? I didn't know you could still get them.
Oh, yeah, I'm on a plan.
It's complicated.
- So, how did this happen? - Possible meteorite.
That's what we're hoping to find out.
- Now when did you last see Sharna? - Yesterday.
She said she was heading out, something about following up on a lead Did you notice anything unusual about her? - What do you mean? - Did she seem worried? Agitated? - [Zac.]
Was her hair on fire? - No, Zac.
- That would be unusual.
- Do you mind - if we take a look at her room? - Sure.
- How long have you known Sharna? - A while.
- You were flatmates? - Friends.
- Lovers? - What kind of a question is that? - Jenny, we need your help.
- [sighs.]
It was pretty casual.
We hooked up a couple of months ago.
Met at a bar.
Ended up back here.
Things got a little steamy, and I'm sure you don't need to hear the details.
- Uh, might help.
- We've got enough, Jenny.
Yeah, just dotting the I's and crossing the tits.
The T's, I mean.
So, steamy, back here, keep going Oh, this is interesting.
Sharna's laptop.
Take a look.
Looks like she was researching illegal property development on the coast.
- [Zac.]
This is interesting.
- What is it? - Her lingerie drawer.
- And what have you found? - Lingerie.
- Zac! - I think we'll stick with the computer.
- Mmm.
Hang on [gasps.]
What's this? So, after the bottle of wine, then the two of you started to - I think we've covered that, Todd.
- Just want to be sure.
Jenny, can you think of anyone who might've wanted to hurt Sharna? No! Apart from - Oh, but it's probably nothing.
- No, what is it? [Jenny sighs.]
A few days ago, we got this weird message on our answering machine.
- What was weird about it? - Apart from the fact - that you've still got an answering machine.
- Take a listen.
[automated voice.]
Message one.
[man.]
This is your last warning.
Stop nosing around our affairs.
We know where you live, and if you don't stop now, you're going to be [beeps.]
[automated voice.]
Message two.
[man.]
I was gonna say I'm not sure if I got cut off.
If you don't stop now, you are going to [beeps.]
- [automated voice.]
Message three.
- [man.]
You're going to be killed! That's it! Ten seconds is not long enough to leave a menacing message.
- Any idea who the caller was? - No.
We figured it was just some creep.
Right.
Anyway, back to the night you first met.
Who undressed who? - So, Sharna was working on a big story.
- Spoke to her editor.
Apparently, it was an investigative piece about the Amcron Property Group.
- Who are they? - Some big developer doing a lot of work along the Strip.
She published an article a few months back.
Day it came out, the company stock took a dive.
- Any luck with that note? - [Todd.]
It doesn't make any sense.
- 1900FC04166 [sighs.]
- [Maddie.]
Some sort of code.
Whatever it is, it's uncrackable.
Well, that last bit's obviously a phone number.
- [Todd.]
662 Is it? - [Maddie.]
Kwong, can you get an ID? It's a no-name burner.
- What about the first part? - It's impossible.
- I'm guessing "1900" could be a time.
- [Veronica.]
Of course.
Okay, apart from the first and the last bit, I'm saying that middle bit is impossible.
Maybe she was meeting someone at seven o'clock last night.
- Which leaves us with "FC.
" - [Todd laughing.]
You won't get it.
- I think I've got it.
- [Todd.]
Oh, come on.
[Kwong.]
This just came through from the lab.
The tattoo found on Sharna's wrist? - It's an entry stamp for a night club.
- [Maddie.]
Fandango Club.
Come on, guys, we've still got to work out that FC.
- That's our FC.
- What is? - [both.]
The Fandango Club.
- Oh, initials.
- Geez, we're close.
- What do we know about this place? - Uh, Tuesdays are half price lap dances.
- I was asking Kwong.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
Kwong? - [Kwong.]
It's downtown.
Sleazy joint.
Topless barmaids.
Lap dances.
- Is that the chief? - Sharna must've been there last night.
[murmurs.]
Sharna must've been there last night Any chance of accessing their security cameras? Any chance of accessing their security cameras Can we get rid of those photos, please? [Zac and Todd protesting.]
If we can work out who Sharna was meeting, we might be able to identify our killer.
[Todd.]
Yep, then can we get the photos back up? - [Maddie.]
There's Sharna.
- [Veronica.]
But who's that with her? [Todd.]
Kwong, zoom in.
- [Maddie.]
On the guy.
- [Kwong.]
Oh.
Well, hang on.
Nice work, Kwong.
[Maddie.]
Let's run that through facial recognition.
[Veronica.]
You know what doesn't make sense? - Sharna was gay.
- I know.
- Why would a hot chick like that choose to - No, I'm saying, if she's gay, what is she doing drinking with this guy? Guys, she wasn't there to hook up.
She was chasing a lead.
[beeps.]
Looks like we've got a hit.
- [Maddie.]
Hoko Zheng.
- Professional hit man.
Sharna didn't know what she was getting herself in for.
The question is, who is this Hoko dude working for? That's gonna be tough to find out.
- I found out.
- [Todd.]
Now you're just showing off.
- The Amcron Property Group.
- [Maddie.]
Oh, my God.
Read the next bit.
- Proprietary Limited.
- Registered owner, Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi.
[Todd.]
Ah, we meet again.
Nice place you've got here, Mr Bang Choi.
It serves my needs.
May I offer you a cup of tea? - That would be lovely.
- Thanks very much.
[Todd.]
Yeah, thanks.
[claps.]
[lamp clicks.]
No, no, not that.
[Bang Choi claps.]
No, no, it no work.
Jiayang! Jiayang! So, how may I help you officers? - We need to ask you a few questions.
- Do you recognise this woman? - There is nothing there.
- Oh, sorry.
Can I borrow a charger? - Oh, my God, is that an iPhone 4? - Yeah, long story.
- Those contracts! - Here, take a look at mine.
I have never seen her before.
- You're quite sure? - An attractive young girl like that? - I think I'd remember.
- Can you tell us where you were last night between the hours of 10:00 p.
m.
and 4:00 a.
m.
? Why, Detective, I was here at home.
- Any witnesses? - I was alone.
Apart from Jiayang, my trusty maid, of course.
- Isn't that right, Jiayang? - Yes, master.
- Although, you did go to the - [exclaims.]
That will be all! [claps.]
[blinds whirring.]
Go, leave! Leave! [door shuts.]
[in thick accent.]
May I ask, Detective, to what do these questions relate? - [Maddie.]
"We late"? - No, no.
Relate.
- [Zac.]
Are we late to what? - No, no.
Relate.
- As in, reference to.
- [Zac.]
Weference? - No, no.
Ref About.
- [Zac.]
About? We're investigating the murder of Sharna Lloyd.
Her body was found this morning dumped on the beach.
Yes.
Very sad.
I saw something on the news about the police struggling to keep up.
- So you've never met her before? - I told you, no.
- So unless you have any further questions - Just one.
Is this your mobile phone number? Uh, no, no, I do not recognise it.
- You're sure? - Quite sure.
[dialling.]
[mobile phone ringing.]
Ah, uh Hello? Uh, yes, I am happy with my energy provider.
So, why'd you lie to us? - Don't answer that! - Where were you last night? - Don't answer that! - Got yourself a pretty good lawyer there.
- He is not my lawyer.
- [Veronica.]
Then, who are you? I'm the cleaner.
You told me to get rid of the white coat.
Thank you, I think we're fine in here.
- Hey, you missed a bit.
- I'll come back.
What do you know about the death of Sharna Lloyd? Oh, you are surely not accusing me of murder, Detective.
- That is a very dangerous game.
- [Todd.]
So is netball.
But in netball, people don't end up dead on a beach.
Ah, at least not at club level.
What was Sharna Lloyd doing with your phone number? I suggest you ask her.
- Don't get cute with us, pal.
- She wanted to interview you, didn't she? Ask some tough questions.
So you arranged for one of your attack dogs to lure her back to your place.
But when it came time to answer those questions, it was no comment.
[in thick accent.]
A man in my position has many enemies.
- [Zac.]
Enemas? - No, enemies.
- [Zac.]
Oh.
- Foes, foes.
Adversaries.
- Oh, anniversaries? - No.
Adversaries.
- Enemies you'd have killed.
- No, Detective.
Because, is not the enemy of my enemy my friend? I think that's more Facebook.
Detectives, there has obviously been a misunderstanding.
No, there's been a murder.
And you're in it up to your neck.
- Why were you calling Sharna Lloyd? - Why'd you lie about the phone? Yeah, and what's with the cravat? I trust you have proof for these outrageous allegations.
Oh, no, I did not think so.
In which case, I will be leaving.
Goodbye, Detectives.
What on Earth were you thinking? Chief, we know this guy's involved in the murder.
This guy is Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi, one of the city's most respected property developers.
- Yeah, not exactly a big field.
- A close personal friend of the mayor.
He just made a large donation to the Pacific Children's Hospital.
Chief, can't you see what he's doing? - Using charity to mask his evil deeds.
- Just because this guy's some high flyer with friends at the top end of town, does that rule him out as a suspect? - Of course not.
- Good! For a moment then, I thought you were asking us to drop the case.
[chuckling.]
Why am I the only one laughing? Well, I'm not telling you to drop the case.
- [Todd.]
Then laugh.
- But there are certain sensitivities to be considered.
If it was up to me, I'd arrest every Asian businessman in this town.
- Chief! Oh, my God.
- But it's not up to me.
All I can say is be careful.
[Todd.]
It's hard to believe somewhere out there is a killer.
Why does this case mean so much to you, Todd? I was once working a homicide.
Young kid, like this one.
I missed a clue.
Didn't get a witness statement.
Forgot to chase down some evidence.
Killer got off on a technicality.
Not a day goes by when I don't think of that girl.
- Yeah - What was her name? - Who? - The girl.
- What girl? - Maybe there is no connection.
Oh, there's a link.
Problem is, I don't think we're ever - [Kwong.]
Guys, I found it! - Oh, you're just doing that on Just 'cause I mentioned the deodorant! Victim one, Cassandra Barnes, was a lawyer.
Managed to pull some of her case files.
Turns out she was representing investors who lost money in - a dodgy Amcron Property Group deal.
- Right.
Victim two, accountant Alex Mileo, worked for APG.
According to colleagues, he was a whistle-blower raising concerns about their environmental and safety records.
- Now, it's getting interesting.
- And there's victim three, Sharna Lloyd.
Investigative journalist, - looking into the company.
- See the link? - Er - Not really.
- Nah.
- Maybe we look at victim four.
- There is no victim four.
- Well, let's wait.
They're all connected to the Amcron Property Group.
- That's our link! - Bang Choi.
I knew he was bad news.
[phone rings.]
Guys, that was the forensics lab.
They managed to get a match on those metal fragments found in Sharna's head wound.
- Take a look.
- [Maddie.]
That's the murder weapon? - Some sort of sword.
- That's it.
Don't you remember what was sitting on the bookshelf at Bang Choi's? - Books.
- No.
- Bookends? - No! - More books? - One of those exact swords.
So all we've gotta do is match the fragments and we've got our man.
But how? You heard what the chief said.
You leave me to deal with the chief.
[chief.]
You've got no proof.
It's all circumstantial.
But, Chief, if we could just have a warrant to search his house.
[urinating.]
Todd, I can't do that.
- But, Chief, we've got - What the Just give us one chance to nail the guy.
[urinating continues.]
Look, my hands are tied.
But if you took those hands - [both.]
Eyes up! - Sorry.
Wow.
- We're that close to proving it's him.
- What the [flushing.]
I'm sorry, I can't do it.
- But, Chief, just give us - Oh, for God's sake.
No.
And that's my final word.
- Well, looks like a dead end.
- Not quite.
[door closes.]
[all straining.]
- [Maddie.]
What now? - Watch and learn.
[gun firing.]
- [bullets ricocheting.]
Damn.
- Learn what? About bulletproof glass? - Any other ideas? - We could clap.
Why would we do that? [claps.]
- [Todd.]
Oh! - [Veronica.]
Right.
[Maddie.]
Oh, no! It's missing.
[Todd.]
That sword's the only evidence we've got to nail Bang Choi.
- [Zac.]
The books are still here.
- What do we do now? [gun cocking.]
Well, I tell you what to do, Detective.
- [in thick accent.]
Raise your hands.
- [Zac.]
Lace? - No, raise the Lift.
- [Veronica.]
Rift? No, no, elevate.
Like this.
[All.]
Oh.
- So, Bang Choi.
- We meet again, Detective.
We know you had those people killed, Bang Choi.
Because you were trying to protect your property empire.
- You may be right.
- [Zac.]
White? - No, no.
Right.
Correct.
Correct - Collect? Enough.
Because sadly, you will not live to tell tale.
[cocks.]
You're gonna shoot us? Merely self-defence, Detective.
Four people found breaking and entering.
No warrant.
No right to be here.
We know you're behind those murders, Bang Choi.
Ah, but sadly the proof you wanted does not appear to be here.
Is this what you are looking for? - [all.]
Jiayang! - Is that how you pronounce it? The Master made me hide this, but I say no.
Well done.
Standing up for justice.
$10.
50, one hour.
He can get stuffed.
Well, well, well.
Looks like the shoe is on the other foot.
We still only ones with guns.
Yeah, okay.
Shoe's on the same foot.
[dramatic music.]
[claps.]
[all grunting and groaning.]
[glass shattering.]
[gun cocks.]
Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi, you're under arrest.
Todd, we're over here.
What? Wait Then, who's this? - Sorry, Todd.
- Ugh, that was my moment.
- Well, I guess I owe you all an apology.
- No need for that, Chief.
- Well, let him have a go.
- You were right.
Bang Choi was bad news from the start.
The good thing is, he's made a full confession.
- And what about Jiayang? - Who? - The maid who helped us.
- She's being deported tomorrow.
- Oh, more good news.
- How's that good news? Illegal immigrants taking our underpaid jobs.
[knocking on door.]
Excuse me, Chief.
- Speaking of.
- Todd, there's some young ladies here to see you.
[chuckling.]
Story of my life.
Send 'em in.
- Hello, darling.
- Interested in taking down our particulars? [both cackling.]
[photographer.]
Horror.
Horror.
More horror!
Would the defendant please stand? Well, that's the last time he'll stand as a free man.
- Has the jury reached a verdict? - You bet they have.
- We have, Your Honour.
- How do you find the defendant? With evidence like that, he's going down.
We find the defendant - Well? - Just building the tension, Your Honour.
- [judge.]
Get on with it! - Oh.
Not guilty on all charges.
[all gasping.]
Is that the opposite of guilty? [all murmuring.]
[Bang Choi laughs.]
Just remember, Agent Sommerville, I know where your children go to school.
- Why, I ought to What? - Todd! - You don't have any children.
- Oh, yeah.
Fair point.
Until we meet again, Detective.
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[with French accent.]
That is it, gorgeous.
Gorgeous, give me more.
Loving it, girls.
Just a step to the left.
[grunts.]
Oh.
Are you okay, Brittany? Yeah, I must've tripped over a rock or some seaweed or [gasps.]
[photographer.]
That's the shot! Hold it there.
Hold it there.
The horror look.
Horror.
Horror.
More horror.
Yes, that is the shot.
[male reporter.]
According to witnesses, the body was found shortly after dawn by surf lifesavers [female reporter.]
name is yet to be released, however, we believe she is female Police have cordoned off the scene, but we've managed to get close, so come on down and meet the Hitz FM summer beach crew.
- [Todd.]
Ah, sorry about that.
- What kept you? - Equipment issues.
- Todd needed to change his top.
Maddie, I thought we agreed not to comment on operational matters.
- Looks good, Todd.
- Really? Yeah, it's the V-neck.
I think it works better for spring.
- Bought you both a coffee.
- Thanks.
- So, what have we got? - Another vic.
Female, mid-twenties.
[Maddie gags.]
- You okay? - This is soy.
I must've got 'em mixed up.
Looks like she's been in the water for a while.
Talk about making a splash.
- Must've washed up on the high tide.
- Life's a beach.
Lividity is fixed along the anterior aspect.
- [Veronica.]
Todd? - Well, give me something to work with.
- What's lividity? - Our vic have a name? Not yet.
Cards and cash are missing.
- Witnesses? - Spoke to a couple of lifeguards.
They were here just after dawn.
- [Maddie.]
Mmm-hmm.
Any luck? - [Veronica.]
No.
One's gay and the other's got a girlfriend.
- No, did they see anything? - Oh! I'll check.
- So, who called her in? - A couple of models.
- Zac's getting a statement now.
- Good.
- Okay, names? - Lauren.
- And Brittany.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Names? - Lauren.
- And Brittany.
- Good.
Names? - COD? - Hard to say.
- Hang on, what's COD again? - Cause of death.
Ah, yeah.
That lividity threw me.
Looks like she's been hit on the back of the head.
- The question is, by who? - Whom.
Two questions.
- Definite blunt force trauma.
- [Todd.]
Mmm.
Can we rule out suicide? Of course! She tied her hands and clubbed her own head before somehow managing to half bury herself in the sand.
Mmm.
Well, we're done then.
- That was sarcasm.
- Which bit? - VJ, can you get some shots? - I'm on it.
[camera shutter clicking.]
No! Zac, can you do it? - Sure.
[camera shutter clicking.]
- [Maddie.]
Of the victim! - Oh, sorry.
- Oh, our bad.
[Rosemary.]
All right, what's going on here? - Who are you? - Rosemary Holt.
I'm the editor of Inside Bikini.
[whistles.]
- Classy publication.
- When can we get back to our photoshoot? - We're still gathering evidence, Miss Holt.
- I've got a deadline to meet.
With all due respect, I think a police investigation is a little more important than some swimsuit magazine.
Hang on, Maddie, it's got a lot of interesting articles.
- Do you mind if I hang on to it? - It's yours.
Now, we really need to get on with the shoot.
I'm sorry, ma'am, a young girl is dead, possibly murdered.
- Possibly suicided.
- This entire area is now a crime scene.
- Just because some silly girl drowned? - [Maddie.]
Listen.
This silly girl could be someone's wife.
Someone's daughter.
- Someone's grandmother.
- Probably not, Zac.
- Someone's long lost aunt.
- No.
You haven't heard the last of this.
[Maddie.]
You know what? Something's not right.
Is it my top? I've got a crew neck in the car.
From the position of the body and the footprints, I'd say our victim was killed somewhere else.
- And then dumped here? - Let's find out if the neighbours saw anything.
Er, that was a question.
"And then dumped here?" - Question mark.
- I'm gonna go speak to those girls again.
- Oh, hello, darling.
- Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
- We're police officers.
- Ooh, it's the long arm of the law.
[both laughing.]
I guess you need to frisk us.
[chuckles.]
- That won't be necessary.
- Well, speak for yourself.
[both cackling.]
I'm afraid a woman's body was found on the beach this morning.
- Oh, God! A body? - [Todd.]
Yes.
- On the beach? - Can you recall hearing or seeing anything unusual last night? - No.
- So, no disturbances? This is a pretty quiet neighbourhood.
And how long have you lived here, Mrs - Ms Moore.
- Moore by name, more by nature.
[both laughing.]
Oh, about ten years.
Not that we haven't had offers to sell up.
- Offers? From who? - Or whom? Oh, this property developer wanting to put up more apartments.
Like the place next door.
- But we've always said no.
- No.
- Why is that? - It's the principle.
We don't want to see this beautiful coast ruined.
- [Todd.]
Sure.
- And we're not selling to no Asian.
[both laughing.]
- Ain't that right? - Okay, then.
Here's my card.
If there's anything else you can think of Ooh, I can think of plenty.
[both laughing.]
[Maddie.]
Okay, let's go through what we know.
Todd? - String and bling is in for spring.
- Todd! - What? - Can we get back to the case? Oh, sure.
Yeah.
Well, let's go through what we know.
- Kwong.
- Our first victim, Cassandra Barnes, was found two weeks ago.
Second victim, Alex Mileo, six days back.
Third victim, our Jane Doe, turned up today.
Each of the bodies dumped within a five kilometre radius of the strip.
Mmm-hmm.
The question is, what have they all got in common? Hmm, they're all dead.
- Apart from that.
- All right.
Let's go through what we know about the victim.
[computer beeps.]
Oh, who's that? [Kwong.]
Sorry, it's my screen saver.
[Maddie.]
Starting with victim one, Cassandra Barnes.
[Todd.]
What do we know about her? - We know that she's dead.
- Thanks, Zac.
Mid-30s, divorced, worked as a lawyer in a city firm.
- Any suspects? - [Kwong.]
Hmm.
Ex-husband.
- Angry about divorce settlement? - Ah-ha! That's him.
[Kwong.]
Jealous boyfriend.
Didn't like her going out alone.
Or him.
Could be working as a pair.
[Kwong.]
Old school classmate.
Subject of apprehended violence order.
[Todd.]
As a trio, and they thought they'd get away with it.
[Kwong.]
Next door neighbour.
Described as obsessive loner.
- [Todd.]
Right, so four.
Five.
- [Kwong.]
Short tempered boss - Why don't we move on to victim two? Yep.
- Good thinking.
[Kwong.]
Alex Mileo.
Body found six days ago in a parking lot off Main Beach.
Accountant, worked for a downtown firm.
- [Maddie.]
Suspects? - [Kwong.]
None.
Okay, we're all thinking the same thing.
It's time someone said it.
Yeah, Kwong needs to start using deodorant.
- What? - Well, isn't that what we're all thinking? No? Maddie? Well, you said it behind her back.
- But not to her face.
- We're thinking, is there any chance we could be looking at a serial killer? I was thinking that, too.
If it is a serial killer, then we'll need a psychological profile.
Maddie, you're our expert.
I'd say he's 30 to 40.
Unmarried.
Lacking in social skills.
Repressive nature.
Resents anyone with success.
Strong relationship with mother.
- Incapable of mature sexual function.
- Are you talking about Todd again? - No.
- 'Cause that's what you say about him.
- Not to his face.
- [Zac.]
No, not to his face.
Of course she isn't talking about me.
I don't get on with my mother.
Are you talking about me? [mobile ringing.]
Chief? We'll be right there.
[siren wailing.]
Yes, sir.
Understood.
That was the director.
I can tell you, he's not happy.
- Look, we had to park somewhere.
- Our third murder in a month! This city cannot afford to gain a reputation for violent crime.
I need answers and I need them now.
- Chief, we're on to it.
- Feeling very confident.
But you've got no witnesses.
No suspects.
No leads.
However, on the plus side I was kind of hoping someone else would finish that sentence.
- However - On the plus side - Keep going.
- Oh, no, I've got nothing.
The press are having a field day.
It's in all the papers.
- Nothing in here.
- Oh, Chief? Another reporter just rang.
They want to know if we've come up with a name for the serial killer yet.
"The serial killer"? Oh, for God's sake.
- Chief, you want me to speak to them? - Er, I don't think so.
- Why not? - Remember your last press conference? [meekly.]
Er, no? We can confirm that the victim's name is Brendan Dowell.
He was found brutally stabbed to death this morning.
[reporter.]
And how has his family reacted to the news? Okay, probably got the order wrong.
- Is this going out live? - [all.]
Yes.
Oh, well.
Guess they know by now.
Anyway, he was found this morning brutally stabbed, uh, his age was 24.
Er, actually, no, better ring the family first on that.
Yeah, it's coming back now We've got to find out who's responsible for these murders.
We're on to it, Chief.
[sirens wailing.]
[machine whirrs.]
[Dr Shari.]
Hmm.
It's definitely a fleshy substance.
There's a membrane and some sort of connective tissue matter.
- And this came from the canteen.
- Roast of the day.
- Probably chicken, then.
- Thanks, Doc.
Doctor, could we please get back to examining? - Oh, but of course.
- What can you tell us? As you can see, the victim suffered blunt force trauma to the lower occipital.
Come on, Doc.
Spare us the jargon.
She was struck in the back of the head.
- Yeah, still a little technical.
"Struck"? - Hit.
- Oh! - Any idea of the weapon? Judging by the laceration and linear-type bruising, I'd say it was a heavy, sharp-edge shaped object.
- Like a block of wood? - Yes.
- [Veronica.]
Brick? - Possible.
- Meteorite? - [Dr Shari.]
Less likely.
- But still possible.
- [Todd.]
Good work, Zac.
I found traces of metal in the abrasions on her head.
- What kind of metal? - [Zac.]
From a meteorite? I've sent a sample to the lab to see if they can narrow down the chemical signature.
Still waiting to hear.
Excuse me, we need some urgent results.
- I'm afraid I don't have them.
- [Todd.]
Listen, pal.
We could have a serial killer on our hands.
So give me one good reason why you don't have those results.
- 'Cause I'm the cleaner.
- [Todd.]
Yeah, good reason.
- Then get rid of the white coat, pal.
- [Zac.]
Yeah.
- And you missed a bit.
- Do we have an ID yet? Ah, no one's called her in.
No hit on her prints and she doesn't match any missing persons report.
If only she could speak.
- Yeah, it'd be a little creepy.
- Oh, the dead have much to say.
It is just that no one is prepared to listen.
Sort of like community radio.
That is why it is our job to give them a voice.
Hang on, I've got an idea.
Let me feel her breasts.
Maddie, I know you've been under a lot of stress lately Just as I thought.
Implants.
Really? Give me a go.
No, feel normal to me.
- Definitely implants.
- I've been told some fibs.
She's got breast implants! - Meaning? - [Veronica.]
Of course! Every surgical implant has a serial number.
- [Maddie.]
Correct.
- Do yours? Shut up, Zac! And those numbers are kept on a medical database.
Huh, so what you're saying is - Exactly.
- Exactly what? All we've got to do is match her number to that medical database and our Jane Doe becomes [surgeon.]
Sharna Lloyd.
I remember her well.
- You performed the surgery? - Well, I oversee all our procedures.
[nurse on intercom.]
Excuse me, Doctor.
We're about to start Mrs Wilson's laserbrasion treatment.
- Uh-huh.
- Would you like to check the settings? You start, I'll pop in later.
And let me know if you smell that burning again.
- Will do! - She came to you for breast augmentation.
Apparently, she needed it for work.
Told me she was a reporter.
- What sort of reporter? Good work, Zac.
- A flat-chested one? I believe she worked for a local newspaper, but she was hoping to break into TV.
- Guess that explains the boob job.
- So, Sharna is dead.
- That's a real shame.
- I'll tell you what's a shame, Doctor.
Preying on the body-image insecurities of vulnerable young women.
- I provide a service - Teenage fat removal? - Thigh reversal? - Spare me the moralising.
- We'll need some contact details.
- I could do wonders with your jawline.
- Forget it.
- Those wrinkles.
- We're leaving.
- Your eyelids? - Sure you don't want to take a card? - I might take one.
- So, you and Sharna are flatmates? - Yeah, is there something wrong? I'm afraid we've got some bad news, Jenny.
- About Sharna? - I don't know how to say this.
- I do.
She's dead.
- Zac! - It's true.
- We were building up to it.
- Dead? A-Are you sure? - Take a look.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.
Is that an iPhone 4? I didn't know you could still get them.
Oh, yeah, I'm on a plan.
It's complicated.
- So, how did this happen? - Possible meteorite.
That's what we're hoping to find out.
- Now when did you last see Sharna? - Yesterday.
She said she was heading out, something about following up on a lead Did you notice anything unusual about her? - What do you mean? - Did she seem worried? Agitated? - [Zac.]
Was her hair on fire? - No, Zac.
- That would be unusual.
- Do you mind - if we take a look at her room? - Sure.
- How long have you known Sharna? - A while.
- You were flatmates? - Friends.
- Lovers? - What kind of a question is that? - Jenny, we need your help.
- [sighs.]
It was pretty casual.
We hooked up a couple of months ago.
Met at a bar.
Ended up back here.
Things got a little steamy, and I'm sure you don't need to hear the details.
- Uh, might help.
- We've got enough, Jenny.
Yeah, just dotting the I's and crossing the tits.
The T's, I mean.
So, steamy, back here, keep going Oh, this is interesting.
Sharna's laptop.
Take a look.
Looks like she was researching illegal property development on the coast.
- [Zac.]
This is interesting.
- What is it? - Her lingerie drawer.
- And what have you found? - Lingerie.
- Zac! - I think we'll stick with the computer.
- Mmm.
Hang on [gasps.]
What's this? So, after the bottle of wine, then the two of you started to - I think we've covered that, Todd.
- Just want to be sure.
Jenny, can you think of anyone who might've wanted to hurt Sharna? No! Apart from - Oh, but it's probably nothing.
- No, what is it? [Jenny sighs.]
A few days ago, we got this weird message on our answering machine.
- What was weird about it? - Apart from the fact - that you've still got an answering machine.
- Take a listen.
[automated voice.]
Message one.
[man.]
This is your last warning.
Stop nosing around our affairs.
We know where you live, and if you don't stop now, you're going to be [beeps.]
[automated voice.]
Message two.
[man.]
I was gonna say I'm not sure if I got cut off.
If you don't stop now, you are going to [beeps.]
- [automated voice.]
Message three.
- [man.]
You're going to be killed! That's it! Ten seconds is not long enough to leave a menacing message.
- Any idea who the caller was? - No.
We figured it was just some creep.
Right.
Anyway, back to the night you first met.
Who undressed who? - So, Sharna was working on a big story.
- Spoke to her editor.
Apparently, it was an investigative piece about the Amcron Property Group.
- Who are they? - Some big developer doing a lot of work along the Strip.
She published an article a few months back.
Day it came out, the company stock took a dive.
- Any luck with that note? - [Todd.]
It doesn't make any sense.
- 1900FC04166 [sighs.]
- [Maddie.]
Some sort of code.
Whatever it is, it's uncrackable.
Well, that last bit's obviously a phone number.
- [Todd.]
662 Is it? - [Maddie.]
Kwong, can you get an ID? It's a no-name burner.
- What about the first part? - It's impossible.
- I'm guessing "1900" could be a time.
- [Veronica.]
Of course.
Okay, apart from the first and the last bit, I'm saying that middle bit is impossible.
Maybe she was meeting someone at seven o'clock last night.
- Which leaves us with "FC.
" - [Todd laughing.]
You won't get it.
- I think I've got it.
- [Todd.]
Oh, come on.
[Kwong.]
This just came through from the lab.
The tattoo found on Sharna's wrist? - It's an entry stamp for a night club.
- [Maddie.]
Fandango Club.
Come on, guys, we've still got to work out that FC.
- That's our FC.
- What is? - [both.]
The Fandango Club.
- Oh, initials.
- Geez, we're close.
- What do we know about this place? - Uh, Tuesdays are half price lap dances.
- I was asking Kwong.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
Kwong? - [Kwong.]
It's downtown.
Sleazy joint.
Topless barmaids.
Lap dances.
- Is that the chief? - Sharna must've been there last night.
[murmurs.]
Sharna must've been there last night Any chance of accessing their security cameras? Any chance of accessing their security cameras Can we get rid of those photos, please? [Zac and Todd protesting.]
If we can work out who Sharna was meeting, we might be able to identify our killer.
[Todd.]
Yep, then can we get the photos back up? - [Maddie.]
There's Sharna.
- [Veronica.]
But who's that with her? [Todd.]
Kwong, zoom in.
- [Maddie.]
On the guy.
- [Kwong.]
Oh.
Well, hang on.
Nice work, Kwong.
[Maddie.]
Let's run that through facial recognition.
[Veronica.]
You know what doesn't make sense? - Sharna was gay.
- I know.
- Why would a hot chick like that choose to - No, I'm saying, if she's gay, what is she doing drinking with this guy? Guys, she wasn't there to hook up.
She was chasing a lead.
[beeps.]
Looks like we've got a hit.
- [Maddie.]
Hoko Zheng.
- Professional hit man.
Sharna didn't know what she was getting herself in for.
The question is, who is this Hoko dude working for? That's gonna be tough to find out.
- I found out.
- [Todd.]
Now you're just showing off.
- The Amcron Property Group.
- [Maddie.]
Oh, my God.
Read the next bit.
- Proprietary Limited.
- Registered owner, Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi.
[Todd.]
Ah, we meet again.
Nice place you've got here, Mr Bang Choi.
It serves my needs.
May I offer you a cup of tea? - That would be lovely.
- Thanks very much.
[Todd.]
Yeah, thanks.
[claps.]
[lamp clicks.]
No, no, not that.
[Bang Choi claps.]
No, no, it no work.
Jiayang! Jiayang! So, how may I help you officers? - We need to ask you a few questions.
- Do you recognise this woman? - There is nothing there.
- Oh, sorry.
Can I borrow a charger? - Oh, my God, is that an iPhone 4? - Yeah, long story.
- Those contracts! - Here, take a look at mine.
I have never seen her before.
- You're quite sure? - An attractive young girl like that? - I think I'd remember.
- Can you tell us where you were last night between the hours of 10:00 p.
m.
and 4:00 a.
m.
? Why, Detective, I was here at home.
- Any witnesses? - I was alone.
Apart from Jiayang, my trusty maid, of course.
- Isn't that right, Jiayang? - Yes, master.
- Although, you did go to the - [exclaims.]
That will be all! [claps.]
[blinds whirring.]
Go, leave! Leave! [door shuts.]
[in thick accent.]
May I ask, Detective, to what do these questions relate? - [Maddie.]
"We late"? - No, no.
Relate.
- [Zac.]
Are we late to what? - No, no.
Relate.
- As in, reference to.
- [Zac.]
Weference? - No, no.
Ref About.
- [Zac.]
About? We're investigating the murder of Sharna Lloyd.
Her body was found this morning dumped on the beach.
Yes.
Very sad.
I saw something on the news about the police struggling to keep up.
- So you've never met her before? - I told you, no.
- So unless you have any further questions - Just one.
Is this your mobile phone number? Uh, no, no, I do not recognise it.
- You're sure? - Quite sure.
[dialling.]
[mobile phone ringing.]
Ah, uh Hello? Uh, yes, I am happy with my energy provider.
So, why'd you lie to us? - Don't answer that! - Where were you last night? - Don't answer that! - Got yourself a pretty good lawyer there.
- He is not my lawyer.
- [Veronica.]
Then, who are you? I'm the cleaner.
You told me to get rid of the white coat.
Thank you, I think we're fine in here.
- Hey, you missed a bit.
- I'll come back.
What do you know about the death of Sharna Lloyd? Oh, you are surely not accusing me of murder, Detective.
- That is a very dangerous game.
- [Todd.]
So is netball.
But in netball, people don't end up dead on a beach.
Ah, at least not at club level.
What was Sharna Lloyd doing with your phone number? I suggest you ask her.
- Don't get cute with us, pal.
- She wanted to interview you, didn't she? Ask some tough questions.
So you arranged for one of your attack dogs to lure her back to your place.
But when it came time to answer those questions, it was no comment.
[in thick accent.]
A man in my position has many enemies.
- [Zac.]
Enemas? - No, enemies.
- [Zac.]
Oh.
- Foes, foes.
Adversaries.
- Oh, anniversaries? - No.
Adversaries.
- Enemies you'd have killed.
- No, Detective.
Because, is not the enemy of my enemy my friend? I think that's more Facebook.
Detectives, there has obviously been a misunderstanding.
No, there's been a murder.
And you're in it up to your neck.
- Why were you calling Sharna Lloyd? - Why'd you lie about the phone? Yeah, and what's with the cravat? I trust you have proof for these outrageous allegations.
Oh, no, I did not think so.
In which case, I will be leaving.
Goodbye, Detectives.
What on Earth were you thinking? Chief, we know this guy's involved in the murder.
This guy is Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi, one of the city's most respected property developers.
- Yeah, not exactly a big field.
- A close personal friend of the mayor.
He just made a large donation to the Pacific Children's Hospital.
Chief, can't you see what he's doing? - Using charity to mask his evil deeds.
- Just because this guy's some high flyer with friends at the top end of town, does that rule him out as a suspect? - Of course not.
- Good! For a moment then, I thought you were asking us to drop the case.
[chuckling.]
Why am I the only one laughing? Well, I'm not telling you to drop the case.
- [Todd.]
Then laugh.
- But there are certain sensitivities to be considered.
If it was up to me, I'd arrest every Asian businessman in this town.
- Chief! Oh, my God.
- But it's not up to me.
All I can say is be careful.
[Todd.]
It's hard to believe somewhere out there is a killer.
Why does this case mean so much to you, Todd? I was once working a homicide.
Young kid, like this one.
I missed a clue.
Didn't get a witness statement.
Forgot to chase down some evidence.
Killer got off on a technicality.
Not a day goes by when I don't think of that girl.
- Yeah - What was her name? - Who? - The girl.
- What girl? - Maybe there is no connection.
Oh, there's a link.
Problem is, I don't think we're ever - [Kwong.]
Guys, I found it! - Oh, you're just doing that on Just 'cause I mentioned the deodorant! Victim one, Cassandra Barnes, was a lawyer.
Managed to pull some of her case files.
Turns out she was representing investors who lost money in - a dodgy Amcron Property Group deal.
- Right.
Victim two, accountant Alex Mileo, worked for APG.
According to colleagues, he was a whistle-blower raising concerns about their environmental and safety records.
- Now, it's getting interesting.
- And there's victim three, Sharna Lloyd.
Investigative journalist, - looking into the company.
- See the link? - Er - Not really.
- Nah.
- Maybe we look at victim four.
- There is no victim four.
- Well, let's wait.
They're all connected to the Amcron Property Group.
- That's our link! - Bang Choi.
I knew he was bad news.
[phone rings.]
Guys, that was the forensics lab.
They managed to get a match on those metal fragments found in Sharna's head wound.
- Take a look.
- [Maddie.]
That's the murder weapon? - Some sort of sword.
- That's it.
Don't you remember what was sitting on the bookshelf at Bang Choi's? - Books.
- No.
- Bookends? - No! - More books? - One of those exact swords.
So all we've gotta do is match the fragments and we've got our man.
But how? You heard what the chief said.
You leave me to deal with the chief.
[chief.]
You've got no proof.
It's all circumstantial.
But, Chief, if we could just have a warrant to search his house.
[urinating.]
Todd, I can't do that.
- But, Chief, we've got - What the Just give us one chance to nail the guy.
[urinating continues.]
Look, my hands are tied.
But if you took those hands - [both.]
Eyes up! - Sorry.
Wow.
- We're that close to proving it's him.
- What the [flushing.]
I'm sorry, I can't do it.
- But, Chief, just give us - Oh, for God's sake.
No.
And that's my final word.
- Well, looks like a dead end.
- Not quite.
[door closes.]
[all straining.]
- [Maddie.]
What now? - Watch and learn.
[gun firing.]
- [bullets ricocheting.]
Damn.
- Learn what? About bulletproof glass? - Any other ideas? - We could clap.
Why would we do that? [claps.]
- [Todd.]
Oh! - [Veronica.]
Right.
[Maddie.]
Oh, no! It's missing.
[Todd.]
That sword's the only evidence we've got to nail Bang Choi.
- [Zac.]
The books are still here.
- What do we do now? [gun cocking.]
Well, I tell you what to do, Detective.
- [in thick accent.]
Raise your hands.
- [Zac.]
Lace? - No, raise the Lift.
- [Veronica.]
Rift? No, no, elevate.
Like this.
[All.]
Oh.
- So, Bang Choi.
- We meet again, Detective.
We know you had those people killed, Bang Choi.
Because you were trying to protect your property empire.
- You may be right.
- [Zac.]
White? - No, no.
Right.
Correct.
Correct - Collect? Enough.
Because sadly, you will not live to tell tale.
[cocks.]
You're gonna shoot us? Merely self-defence, Detective.
Four people found breaking and entering.
No warrant.
No right to be here.
We know you're behind those murders, Bang Choi.
Ah, but sadly the proof you wanted does not appear to be here.
Is this what you are looking for? - [all.]
Jiayang! - Is that how you pronounce it? The Master made me hide this, but I say no.
Well done.
Standing up for justice.
$10.
50, one hour.
He can get stuffed.
Well, well, well.
Looks like the shoe is on the other foot.
We still only ones with guns.
Yeah, okay.
Shoe's on the same foot.
[dramatic music.]
[claps.]
[all grunting and groaning.]
[glass shattering.]
[gun cocks.]
Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi, you're under arrest.
Todd, we're over here.
What? Wait Then, who's this? - Sorry, Todd.
- Ugh, that was my moment.
- Well, I guess I owe you all an apology.
- No need for that, Chief.
- Well, let him have a go.
- You were right.
Bang Choi was bad news from the start.
The good thing is, he's made a full confession.
- And what about Jiayang? - Who? - The maid who helped us.
- She's being deported tomorrow.
- Oh, more good news.
- How's that good news? Illegal immigrants taking our underpaid jobs.
[knocking on door.]
Excuse me, Chief.
- Speaking of.
- Todd, there's some young ladies here to see you.
[chuckling.]
Story of my life.
Send 'em in.
- Hello, darling.
- Interested in taking down our particulars? [both cackling.]
[photographer.]
Horror.
Horror.
More horror!