I found this book at Tolliver's house yesterday.
What did he say about it?
He said it had happened before.
Farah, I need your help. Check the archives.
Look for mass killings, mutilations on bodies.
Frankie, if you don't get out of there in the next three seconds,
I will break this door down.
She was dangerously unhinged.
She shot two people.
- What's this about? - You're Mick Thorne,
the cop from the business out at Moorland.
How many people know that story to be complete bullshit?
Owen Faine, you met him today,
and I think he wants to hurt me.
And I need you to set him straight.
- You wanted to tell me something? - Do you know what Ray Tolliver
- was doing...? - Ray Tolliver is dead.
How do you think this ends?
I think you take the money.
You've seen this before.
When you get better, you can find your way to me.
Millie, it's Elle. Do you copy?
I'm here. What's up?
We've got another body. It's the missing podcaster.
Crime scene tape's been disturbed.
Have a good night.
- Mick? - Get in the car.
Would you like another?
- Brandy, would you, uh... - I told you.
We're done.
Bridie, Michael's finished his drink.
- _ - Perhaps he'd like another.
While I have you, could you...
Thanks.
You drink too much.
Well, there's a reporter working up a feature
on contamination at the basin reef.
Pay her a visit, would you?
Explain to her the realities of her situation.
Not something you haven't done before.
Michael?
Do I still have you?
You do.
Alright, uh...
may I leave now?
No. You haven't said it.
Michael?
I'm grateful, Callum, to be of service...
to have a purpose beyond myself.
Thank you for letting me serve.
Michael.
Have a shower. You smell like shit.
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Mick, can I ask you a question?
You've gotta promise not to get cross.
Of course.
Alright, here it is.
Are you gonna kill me?
- What the fuck, George? - Oh, see you've gotten cross.
Why would you think I was gonna kill you?
Oh, I don't know, mate.
You grab me from the side of the road in the dead of night.
- And you drive me out to God knows where. - Listen.
- Now, listen. - And you look weird.
And you smell something terrible.
- Most of that's the car. - And you've been following me, haven't you?
- I was protecting you. - Protecting me?
Who the fuck are you trying to protect me from?
Have you noticed there's someone out there killing people?
Yes, I have, and Millie reckons it's you.
It's not.
Look, can we start over?
What, you want me to get out so you can kidnap me again?
I didn't fucking kid...
Let's get some food. You hungry?
Yeah, I could eat.
So why'd you go see Callum Parrish today?
How long you been stalking me?
Why'd you see Callum?
OK, how about this?
Why did you work for him for 30 years?
You don't want to talk?
That's fine. It's your kidnapping.
It's not a fuckin'...
It wasn't my choice to work for Callum.
- Sure. - It wasn't.
And maybe you can't understand that, but...
It was Moorland.
What did...
What did you say?
It was Moorland.
He knew you shot that kid and he blackmailed you.
How did you know about that?
I was your friend, you dumb fuck.
I was your friend.
And after Moorland, you changed.
I knew something had happened.
So you know I didn't have a choice.
Of course you had a choice.
There's always a choice.
And now you're living with it.
How did that work for you?
What did you do for him that kept you with him for so long?
How's it going with Millie?
These are copycat killings? Is that the thinking?
What do you know about that?
I need to show you something.
I know who's been committing these murders.
- No. I'm not talking about... - No, I am.
Is it Callum? Is that it?
It's not just Callum.
OK.
If you understood what this guy was really into...
Is it piss stuff, Mick?
Because if it is, you've got to be open-minded about that...
Take me seriously.
Take this seriously.
Now, Kate Reynolds is alive.
Everything that's been happening,
these murders,
it's all Callum and Reynolds.
All of it.
Kate Reynolds is dead.
I shot her.
Yeah.
I'm going to show you something.
Oh, OK.
Cheers.
Looks like our killer's speeding up.
One month between the first two victims
and a week till this one.
What does that tell you?
Could be getting nervous.
Or more confident.
So it could be one thing, or the complete opposite.
Fuck, you're good.
Did you put sugar in this?
I just called Georgia's daughter.
She's been dropped back at yours.
Good.
Because we're gonna be here all night.
So, is she finished with us now?
Is she done with the case?
Yeah, she's done.
I'll take her back to Havenbrook tomorrow morning.
You can say it if you want. You can say it exactly once.
Say what?
That you were right about Georgia.
I know you want to say it, so just say it.
- I was right. - There you go.
Now go speak to the pathologist.
Tell her to check the stomach for fingers.
They'll belong to Todd Finch.
What is this place?
- This is my office. - Oh, of course, right.
Well, Callum can look, and I know he has.
But he'll never find me here.
You reckon he's looking, do you?
Oh, yeah.
'Cause I got something on him.
Mick, what the fuck is this?
You remember 'The Bone Gospel'?
That's it.
You want a drink?
No.
_
And every day we're not charging Kate Reynolds,
we are looking like the world's biggest dickheads.
With Georgia in hospital,
it's your job to get all our ducks in a row, alright?
I mean, no fucking loose ducks.
OK.
So, I guess this is a kind of 'speak now
or forever hold your peace' kind of deal.
You got any doubts? Any doubts at all?
Well, Georgia has...
No, no, no, I'm not asking about Georgia.
I'm asking you. This is your show now.
And that fella from the university, he came back yesterday.
Anything there?
- Nah. - No?
No, he just wants to cover his arse, I think.
- So we're good? - No loose ducks.
Farah!
That stuff, cut it out.
What? Uh...
This shit you're doing for Cooke. The archive.
Stop it.
Did you seriously think
you could requisition a whole ton of old homicide case files
and not have me notified about it?
Stop it.
I think, sir,
there are things about this case that don't make sense.
Oh, no, no, don't do that. Don't do that.
- Do what? - Try and make sense.
People do insane and violent things
because the world is an insane and violent place.
That's it, right? No sense to me.
And if you try, right, if you can't accept that, you're toast.
You know, love, head injuries are things
people tend to avoid, not collect.
Hi, Dad.
Where's Frankie?
She's out in the hall.
You spooked her a bit yesterday.
Bring her in.
Yeah, righto. We'll have a chat, OK?
Come on, poss, in you come.
Hi, love.
Are you OK?
I'm fine. I'm fine. Come on.
- Go on, in you go. I've got this. - Come on.
Give me a cuddle.
Hey.
I've just got this big bump on the back of my head. See?
Big old egg back there.
Alright, pop up here.
Give me your hands. Sorry if I scared you yesterday, darling. Yeah?
I think I'll just... I'll pop home, get some clothes for you, eh?
But I'm about to be discharged.
No, no, the docs, they want you to stay for a little while.
Hey, congrats, by the way.
On what?
Oh, they're gonna charge Reynolds. You got your guy.
What? No, I need to talk to her.
Might be a bit late for that, love.
Kate Reynolds, it is alleged
that on or around the 25th of December 1987,
you did murder Paul Edgars,
contrary to section 279 of the Crimes Act.
You have the right to remain silent,
but anything you do say
can be taken as evidence and used in a court of law.
You also have the right to legal representation.
Do you understand the charge as it has been stated to you?
Miss Reynolds?
Yes.
Righto.
As soon as you are deemed physically and mentally fit,
you will be taken to a remand centre.
Thank you.
Someone's got to tell Georgia.
- I'll do it. - Yeah, better you than me.
Tell her to head home, rest up.
I'm serious, mate. I don't want her around.
You protect your face. Just let her work the torso.
- Can I have a go? - You don't solve it.
What do you do with it, then?
Not interrupting, am I?
Hi, Millie.
Farah, you reckon you could take Frankie here for a bag of chips?
I, uh...
- Go on. - Need to...
Let's go.
I think that might be frowned upon in here.
You here to tell me they're gonna charge Reynolds?
Thought you might like to hear it from me.
Like it?
I love it, Mick. It's a fucking delight.
Look, we know she killed Edgars.
I need to talk to Charlie.
I think he might be done with you for now.
Then you need to talk to him.
What?
There's nothing to tell him.
Evidence was taken from the scene.
That book is gone.
- We know it wasn't Reynolds. - Some tech left it off the manifest.
It's probably sitting in evidence
- right now. - Yeah, but it's not.
What is up with you?
- What kind of chips? - Chicken.
Good choice. Classic.
Frankie?
Look, I'm here as a courtesy, so...
Here as a courtesy?
What the fuck are you talking about, here as a courtesy?
- We work this together. - Yeah.
And part of that is telling you when you're wrong.
What am I wrong about?
You're wrong about Kate Reynolds. She killed Edgars.
If we pin all of this on Reynolds,
- then it's done, it's finished. - It is finished.
Who's that?
It's just...
What?
- It's my pager. - Who's paging you?
George...
Who the fuck is paging you, Mick? It's a simple question.
At what point did you stop trusting me?
About two minutes ago. Who's paging you?
It's Charlie.
You sound fucking insane. Do you realise that?
It's over.
Take Frankie, go home.
Get some rest. Sort your head out.
You're gonna want to get that.
Frankie?
Don't talk to my mum anymore.
She wants to talk to you, but she shouldn't.
There's something in you.
I know.
It's something bad.
I'm getting better.
It's still inside of you.
It's just hiding.
He's going to fix me.
He's going to make me better.
How did you know there was something inside me?
I saw it.
I can... Sometimes I can see things.
Since I died.
I died for four minutes.
Did you know that?
What does the thing inside me look like?
It's dead, and it's hungry.
You should get it out.
It'll come out.
He showed me.
He showed me in a book.
_
- It's real. - _
It's Callum's.
Kept it in a safe.
Sat there for a long time.
Then he started taking it out in plain sight.
See, that's the advantage of being me.
People think I'm stupid.
But I notice things.
So I made a copy and photographed it.
It's Middle English.
You get the hang of it after a while.
You taught yourself Middle English?
Well, God forbid a man should have a hobby in his retirement.
So what's it say?
It's a ritual.
That's all this is, George.
This whole thing describes the steps to a ritual.
It's cyclical.
"From sevene and thrice
"ten winters worn
"the heven-signe dawneth from slepe."
Every 37 years.
Every 37 years, there's a celestial convergence.
And if you're so inclined,
you can perform a ritual.
"To wrest from nowt
"the slumbrynge God."
You have to stop talking like that or I'm gonna leave.
Frankie! Come away!
Come on.
You can't go in there. Do you hear me?
Don't go in there again.
Did she hurt you?
She's sick, but she's gonna get better.
Coffee? Are you fucking... Are you fucking kidding me?
So what's the ritual?
Well, there's a lot of bits and bobs.
There's the markers.
That's the conduit.
And there's the vessel.
It's all laid out in 'The Bone Gospel'.
Don't fucking look at me like that.
I'm just telling you what Callum believes.
- How do you know he believes any of this? - Because he tried before.
Parrish Station. 1987.
The marker.
Conduit.
Vessel, Kate Reynolds.
What?
I remember something I was told at Havenbrook.
The human brain is basically a pattern-recognition machine.
That's what it does to the point, Mick,
where it tries to find connections...
- Are you patronising me, George? - I'm trying not to.
Well, you could try a little harder.
Don't tell Mummy you went into that lady's room, OK?
OK.
Hey, poss.
You ready to go? Poppy's gonna be here soon.
Before you do that...
You said you wanted me to look through the archives?
For anything that looks similar?
We're done.
Just have a look.
December 1950.
- Is that a radio receiver? - I don't know.
There's nothing in the case file about it.
Who were they?
They're described as members of a fringe religious movement.
Frenzied attack. Some beaten, some slashed.
She killed them
and then herself.
Who was she?
Harriet Clay. 30s.
Let's talk about pattern recognition.
You remember Harriet Clay?
What about her?
She's his mother.
- It's always about the mother, isn't it? - Whose mother?
Callum's mother.
Clay was his dad's secret mistress.
You were onto something in '87.
Marker.
Conduit.
Vessel.
Same shit as '87, 1950.
Harriet Clay. His mother. His fucking mother.
He didn't know about any of this until his dad died.
Then he found all of her old shit, including that.
'The Bone Gospel'.
It's the same fucking book.
Sorry, sweetie.
Millie, do you mind?
I'm not your babysitter.
I took a risk bringing you this.
Tell me what you're thinking.
You're sure this is the whole file?
In that case, there's no evidence log.
Nothing was fingerprinted.
One of the victims remains unidentified.
This whole thing was shunted.
Why?
Well, why has our case been shunted?
Hang on. Who worked this?
I've got it from here.
- Hey, don't leave me out of... - I've got it from here.
What's that got to do with Kate Reynolds?
I told you. Reynolds isn't dead.
Oh, that's ridiculous. I shot her.
- You've known that for years. - Did you, though?
I'm telling you there's no evidence that she ever died.
There's no death certificate, no autopsy report,
no burial, cremation record, no record of an inquest.
It's almost like she never existed.
- You sure? - I'm a hundred percent sure.
Callum held on to her for 37 years
for the next time the cycle came around.
I can't just leave.
We've just charged Kate Reynolds.
There'll be a press conference. My absence will be noticed.
Why does Owen Faine want to talk to me?
We've spoken. It's done.
I don't think it is.
Man wants to talk.
- Well, you talk to him. - Are you hearing me, Michael?
He doesn't want to talk to me. He wants to talk to you.
And one way or another,
you are gonna solve this problem.
Do I still have you, Michael?
- Michael? - Yes.
Give me the address.
You worked this case.
Yeah, but, love, it was 40 years ago.
But you didn't think to mention it to me?
- Mention what? - The similarities, Dad.
Weird skin. Ritual killings.
This investigation is incomplete. Why was it dropped?
I don't know.
But there was pressure to drop it?
Yes.
- From who? - Well, I don't...
I don't know.
What, you've never had an envelope just on your desk,
full of cash, no note, no name?
That's... That never happened to you?
- This was a triple homicide, Dad. - I know.
I never found out where the push was coming from.
I never asked.
That's the truth.
That is the truth.
Callum took a shine to Reynolds in '87.
And when Callum takes a shine to someone,
he doesn't let go.
We should tell Farah.
- She'll be wondering where I am. - Yeah.
It's been a long night. You drink that.
I just need to know that you're on board
with everything I've told you.
'Cause we need to fix this.
You and me.
Georgia?
Fuck!
Shit.
Where is she?
Where's Georgia?
- Margaret dropped her at your house. - Yeah.
Well, she's not there.
- You lost her? - I didn't fucking...
- You lost her. - Millie,
she is unwell.
Didn't I say something like this would happen?
Oh, shut the fuck up! Can you just shut the fuck up?
This Margaret woman? Get me her number.
Ugh, my goodness.
You, uh, you didn't have to come in. We could have...
But I wanted to. I wanted to see if I could help.
Well, just to ask again,
did you see her go into the house?
Well...
It's actually not all that complicated.
I definitely saw her go through the gate,
- if that answers your question. - Well, obviously it doesn't.
Francesca said she were rude.
Oh, did she? Well, I apologise for that.
And I'll apologise to her.
Did Georgia say anything during the drive that...
Those men on the board over there, the dead ones,
is that the case Georgia was helping you with?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't discuss that.
What is it?
It's just all so horrible, isn't it?
No wonder you're all so stressed.
You never know what people are going through.
When we take this to Millie, let me do the talking, yeah?
Why?
Well, you don't present as...
entirely sane.
You know how much work I've done on this?
You know how thorough I've been?
Yeah, but you did that work in a weird shed, Mick.
I mean, it sort of undercuts a lot of credibility.
I went to ground.
Oh, see, it's shit like that.
"Went to ground." That's how mental people talk.
Listen, you're gonna be fighting an uphill battle
with Millie anyway on this Reynolds stuff.
You know, Millie was into me for a time.
Oh, God, help me. No, she wasn't.
What, you think she was gay?
Those the only two options, Mick?
No, she was into me.
Maybe she still is.
No, I-I was, uh, just checking to... to see whether...
No, no. No, I'm not concerned.
No, no. Well, you know what?
I-I don't think we should, you know, escalate things too... too soon.
Call the police?
Oh, that's a terrific idea.
Have you got their number? You fucking idiot!
No luck?
No. She hasn't gone back to Havenbrook.
What happens if you can't find her?
If I can't find a mental patient
that I signed out of a secure facility and into my care, I don't know.
Well, maybe they'll give me a huge fucking cake.
I told you I didn't think
- it was a good idea. - Once.
I said you got to say that once.
- Where are we on the bodies? - Nothing connects them.
- Well, something will. - Well, I'm not seeing it.
Then look fucking harder, OK?
Do your job, or we're gonna have a fourth victim.
Sorry. I'm...
I'm... I'm...
- I'm... I'm sorry. - It's OK.
No, it's not OK.
Listen, do you think maybe being back
in this Parrish world is throwing up some trauma?
No, I don't think it could be throwing up some trauma.
I think we've got three bodies, one more on the way,
and no leads, and now Georgia's missing.
She's smart, she's resourceful She could be anywhere by now.
She's over there.
Sorry, Inspector. This woman insisted on speaking with you.
"This woman"!? I worked here longer than you've been alive.
It's OK, Simmo. I've got it from here.
Yeah, thanks.
Where the fuck have you been?
Well, since you asked so nicely,
I've been in a weird shed, and I have information.
Yeah? So do I.
You run off again, I'll break both your fucking legs.
How's that information?
She's probably joking.
OK, what have you got?
She's solid.
Let's meet at the Fox and Lion later.
- We'll explain then. - Sorry, who's 'we'?
So?
Why'd you want to see me?
You want more money? Because you're not gonna get it.
Better not.
I don't think I'm a bad man.
- No-one's saying you're a bad man. - I think I'm a weak man.
And at what point, I wonder,
does that amount to the same thing?
Take the money, Owen.
There's no other way out of this.
Not with Callum.
I knew, of course, when he came to me with the funding
that he was looking for something.
- And do you know what? - What's that?
I think he's found it.
- You're right, I don't want to know about it. - No.
I expect you don't.
It's funny, isn't it, how knowing something
can be dangerous.
You're not in danger...
- if you take the money. - But that's not true.
You can't un-know something.
Once it gets in here,
it can't get out.
Alright.
Owen...
And what does taking the money change?
It changes nothing.
It's just another thing I will have done for him.
Another thing to live with.
Do you know what that is?
That's static.
The noise is background cosmic radiation.
An afterglow of the big bang.
What you're hearing
is the sound of the universe being born.
That must change your perspective on things.
It does for me.
Why do you want me here, Owen?
Because I wanted you to know.
About the static? Well...
That's very interesting, thank you.
I wanted you to know what Callum Parrish does to weak men.
And what he'll do to you.
Won't be a thing left.
You said it yourself.
There's no way out of here.
Not with him.
No, no! No!
So, what you were saying...
- What you're both saying... - I don't...
- is not only insane... - I know you don't want to believe it.
No, it's not that I don't wanna believe it, you old freak.
It's just that it's impossible.
I'm sorry, are we just gonna ignore this?
What the fuck is that?
I didn't realise it had come with an umbrella.
Take it out.
Why is it impossible?
Because Kate Reynolds died in 1987.
I disagree.
What do you mean you disagree?
It's a statement of fact.
Yeah,
I apologise if this sounds rude, but who the fuck is she?
Oh, fuck off.
Detective Senior Constable Elle Hardy.
Well, Detective Senior Constable Elle Hardy,
and you stop me if I'm telling you something you already know,
but when a person dies,
they tend to leave a body behind.
Technical jargon, it's called a corpse.
- Was he always this much of an arsehole? - Hard to say.
Point is, grasshopper,
there is no body, no record of interment,
or autopsy or death certificate. I've checked.
Sorry, what... what am I missing here?
- Georgia saw her die. - I didn't.
What do you mean?
What... what... what does she mean?
You... you said... You...
You said in a sworn statement...
Is there anything else you wanna tell me?
There was a lot about that week in '87
that you don't understand, and I get it.
Oh, you get it. You get it, do you?
What's that supposed to mean?
- I gotta go to the bathroom. - No, you don't.
You get it. What is it exactly that you get?
I'm sorry that you got hurt.
You... you think this is what it's about?
You think this is the damage?
Look, nobody got out of '87 exactly thriving,
but we have a chance.
I don't know what else I could have done.
You could have cared!
You could have given a fraction of a shit about me.
And you still can't see it.
I idolised you.
I didn't ask for that.
I needed help.
I had shit on.
Well, I think we can all agree
that compassion in a professional setting is...
Shut up, Hardy,
I'm going for a smoke.
Hello?
Is some... someone there?
Hello?
Do you need something?
If I tell you what happened, will that be better for me?
Oh, excuse me, mate, have you got a smoke?
You ever heard the expression, 'hurt people hurt people'?
What?
It's just...
Well, it's kind of interesting, isn't it?
You know, you hurt Millie all those years ago.
Now she takes it out on me.
I-I can see she's trying,
but it's a pattern she's stuck in.
Don't you see how it's a cycle?
Could be.
But have you considered that she's rude to you
because you're quite annoying?
How many of those things is she having?
E-everything at the station just went really strange
very quickly.
I... I didn't
know what to do, and it was...
And it was...
I...
Sorry, what was that?
I...
I didn't know what the hell I was...
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, but I'm going to live.
Do you understand?
I'm gonna live.
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