Best thing about getting married?
The honeymoon.
Alright, I got it.
Maldives.
Yes!
Paris.
- There's no surf in Paris. - Yeah, but there's shopping.
Alright, I got it. Hawaii.
Shopping and surf. Boom.
- Ooh, that's pretty good. - Right?
Yeah, honeymoon sorted!
Guess I better hurry up and propose.
Dragging your feet a little bit.
It's looking a little bare. I might get snatched up, you know?
Alright, ready to go back in?
One more wave.
Zoe!
- Zoe! - We'll take the bandage...
OK, mate, what's your name?
Yeah, let's get her on. Let's get it off.
No, no! No!
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Hey, you here for dinner?
- Three nights in a row? - Mm.
As long as you cook, I don't mind.
You might as well move in. At least that way, you can pay rent.
- Mm-hmm. - Don't listen to her.
- She loves you, really. - Except when there's no hot water.
Showers are for showering only.
Come here.
Oh. You two! I've seen enough!
- I've gotta go. - Mm-hmm.
See ya, mate. I'll walk you when I get home, I promise.
- See ya. - See ya.
Deceased located on Bevan Cove Beach. Please respond.
An old guy found her.
What's left of her, anyway.
Went into shock. Ambos took him to St Vincent's.
No ID on her, or any identifiable markings.
I'd say she was brought in with the last high tide.
This is about an hour ago.
Been in the water a while.
Obviously, a shark's got to her.
But what isn't clear is what actually killed her.
Zoe, I can run this job, if you like.
What, because of my delicate nature?
Alright, as soon as crime scene are finished, let's move her.
Significant contusions and soft tissue damage.
Multiple micro-lacerations on the torso
with negligible haemorrhaging
suggests the body may have been moved post-mortem.
Thanks very much, Mr Roberts.
- Zoe. Where are you? - Hospital.
I just took a statement from the guy who found the body.
- Any luck with Missing Persons? - No, nothing yet.
No viable prints. We're still waiting on DNA.
OK. I'll see you soon.
Dan?
Zo...
What are you doing here?
Um, she's a surfer.
It's Amber Wells.
She was attacked like us.
I'm helping her.
When did you get back?
- Three weeks ago. - Three weeks? Oh, right.
What, did you lose my number?
A few of us are going for a drink later, so maybe...
Thanks, but I'm busy.
That was her, huh?
Yeah, that was her.
She's pretty.
The rising star has had an outstanding year in 2017
with pundits tipping her to be a world champion of the future...
cementing her status
as Australia's most exciting surfing prospect...
Well, we can rule out accident.
Ligature marks, fractured hyoid.
- She was strangled to death. - Time of death, 4-6 days ago.
Do we have an ID on her yet?
What?
Audrey Lynette Gibson.
Been missing five years.
One of Dan's old cases.
He's back. Did you know that?
Seriously? And you didn't think to tell me.
He didn't want me to say anything until he...
- Until he what? - Until he told you himself.
Unbelievable.
Who else knows?
No-one.
I might've told Anna.
I read you're meant to stroke them on the nose.
- Like, it puts them to sleep. - Yeah.
How'd that work out for you, Dan?
Yeah, I don't think my shark read that particular study.
I mean, it was the worst pain that I've ever known.
I swear, if someone handed me a gun,
I would've just pulled the trigger.
Ah, there's nothing like losing a limb.
Zo.
Hey, I didn't know you were here.
Who are all those people?
That's, um, Bite Club.
Just like us, they lived to tell the tale.
Alright, so what do you do, like get together and compare scars?
Mostly, we drink.
Yeah, we compare scars, too.
Um, Audrey Gibson. She's turned up dead.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.
I always thought her husband murdered her,
but we couldn't prove it without a body.
Not dead five years ago, dead five days ago.
She washed up on the beach this morning,
and according to the autopsy,
she was strangled to death some time in the last week.
Now, I need a, um...
I need some information regarding a statement that you took.
It's from a hire car employee
who claims someone matching Audrey's description
tried to hire a car few days after she disappeared.
Yeah, from memory, the lead didn't go anywhere.
We were pretty sure Audrey was dead.
Yeah, well, she wasn't,
but I'm thinking that she might have tried to use an alias,
but there was no mention of a name in the statement.
Um, I can't really remember. I...
I'm sure I would have written it down somewhere,
maybe in my notebook.
- Sure. - Check.
Does he know about the body washing up, the husband?
- Uh, no, not yet. - Good.
Use it to your advantage.
He's a clever bastard.
How's Mickey?
He's a dog. He's adjusted.
I heard you're seeing someone.
Jim's got a big mouth.
Oh, and if you think of anything else,
maybe give him a call.
Audrey disappeared from our lives a long time ago.
And you've heard nothing from her since?
You still think I murdered her?
I don't think anything at the moment, Mr Gibson.
- Your wife... - Ex-wife.
- she vanished five years ago. - Walked out on me.
She never used her credit cards or accessed her bank accounts?
Do you honestly have any idea what I've been through?
I'm sure it must have been a very stressful time.
Yes, it was, but I've moved on since then.
I have a new family. They're all that matters to me.
Michael? Michael, they're going through the baby's room.
Look, how long is this gonna take?
Wait, no, I need that for my work.
You'll get it back in due course.
This is harassment.
Organise a door-knock,
see if anyone's seen Audrey in the neighbourhood recently.
Yep.
I told you to stay upstairs.
Well, it would piss me off
if I was accused of killing my wife and I didn't do it.
Upstairs.
I want a list of everything you're taking.
- Of course. - I don't trust any of you.
Especially not that, what was his name?
If you're referring to Detective Cooper, you needn't worry.
He's no longer with the department.
- Detective Cooper. - Dan.
Kristof Olsen, consulting psychologist.
You've been on extended leave without pay
for... almost three years.
What have you been doing in that time?
Soul-searching.
And travel, mostly.
In the last year and a half,
I've worked security for a couple of months.
This gonna take long, or... ?
Your return to active duty is predicated on this interview,
so you might want to think about cooperating.
Alright.
So let's talk about the attack.
How did it make you feel?
Like a Sunday lunch, actually.
It says here you went to some pretty dark places.
Was that a question?
Well, are you still having suicidal thoughts?
No.
How do you feel about the attack now?
Well, it happened.
And I got over it.
And of all the commands, why do you want to come back to this one?
I mean, how do you think you'll feel
about working with Detective Rawlings?
- Oh, you mean Zoe? - Yep.
Yeah, fine.
And how do you think she'll feel working with you?
You'll have to ask her that.
Full disclosure,
- I did actually treat Zoe after... - Yeah, full disclosure,
I know you're sleeping with her.
That's all part of the service. Right?
So you gonna give me the, uh, little tick, or not?
- Thanks for this. - You didn't make it easy for me.
- I owe you. - Let's call it even.
I wouldn't be boss without your support over the years.
How's the leg?
- Good as new. - Welcome back.
Thanks.
What is it, Claire?
We've got a lead on where Audrey was staying here in Sydney.
Excellent. Where?
Motor Inn. I'll text you the address.
I'm here now with Detective Russo
and, uh, Detective Cooper. Dan.
What?
He provided the lead.
Shit.
She was booked in under an alias, Audrey Grey.
Have you been in the room yet?
Waiting for you.
She checked in eight days ago, paid two weeks upfront.
She put a Do Not Disturb on the door,
so no-one's been in to clean.
OK, thanks.
- Listen, Zoe... - Don't think for a second
that you're taking over this case.
I'm lead detected on this, OK?
Oh, and it would have been nice if you'd me.
Well, I was waiting until it was official.
- I didn't want to, you know... - What, disappoint me?
- No, set up false expectations. - Oh, there's no chance of that.
So, I'm confused. Did you come back to help the surfer girl?
Or were you always intending on returning to work?
- Both. - Right.
So how'd you know Audrey was at this motel?
Well, it was in my notes.
Her sister said that she stayed here once before
when she tried to leave her husband.
Amazing.
Back just a few weeks and this cold case rears its ugly head.
What, you think I killed her?
Maybe.
Thank you.
OK, so there's no forced entry.
Check this out.
Hmm.
OK, so she's having a bath, someone knocks,
she gets out and she lets them in.
So she knew the killer intimately?
You met the husband. How would you describe him?
Not very happy, especially with you.
I bet he didn't have nice things to say about Audrey.
Well, his wife just up and left him.
I'd describe him as justifiably angry.
Well, that was a long time ago.
Surely he's not still hanging on to that.
Well, I guess he never got a reasonable explanation
and now he never will.
Come on, Denver. Good boy.
- Hey, Stephen. - Hey.
Hello, Denver!
Uh, he only really listens to me when we're working.
- Oi, it's the shark guy. - Dog guy.
- I heard you went feral. - Oh, yeah, full commando.
They let you back in?
Yeah, someone gave him a leg up.
It's the victim's clothes.
Do you wanna see if you can pick up anything?
What's this? Yeah. OK.
Come on, then.
Thanks for putting me in it with Zoe.
I told you to call her.
Trail stops here.
Oh, good boy, Denver! Good boy.
Car keys and a room key. Audrey's.
Denver's lost the scent.
Whoever dropped the keys, they probably got into a car from here.
OK, check cabs and Uber.
If anyone's picked up a ride in this area in the past week,
I want to know.
This murder wasn't spur-of-the-moment.
It was carefully planned.
Well, tell me what you need.
What I don't need is Dan on the case.
He has a unique perspective, Zoe.
Can you guess what that's about?
Three years is a long time, Dan.
You're meant to be my mate.
I don't understand how he can walk straight back into the unit.
Technically, he never left. He was on leave without pay.
- What's this? - A Jane Doe.
Found in a burnt-out squat ten days ago.
Raped, murdered by strangulation.
Bite mark.
Killer's a biter?
Oh, come on.
I thought you of all people would appreciate the irony.
Look, Dan's been through the process
like anyone else who's been on a long-term sabbatical.
Physical, weapons competency, psych evaluation.
Everyone gave him the tick.
I don't care. I don't want to work with him.
I don't want to work with half the people in this department,
but there you have it.
Dan is an exceptional detective
and he has inside knowledge of this case.
Don't you want to solve it?
You in pain?
Is your leg hurting?
- Nup, they gave me drugs. - OK.
So what's going on?
I thought I was fine.
It's gonna get bad sometimes.
It's completely normal.
What, uncontrollable crying's normal?
Yeah, and shaking,
and feeling like the world is just one big black hole,
and nothing's gonna get you out of it.
Hey. It's OK.
Hey, hey, hey, shh, shh.
It's OK.
But you will get better. It's just gonna take time.
- How long did it take you? - Yeah, way too long.
But I'm a stubborn bastard.
I'm off the tour
and I've already started losing sponsors.
Hey, hey. You'll get others. OK? You will.
I don't even want to go outside.
You know what? Hey, look at me.
No-one's pressuring you to.
I need you to promise.
Can you promise you'll be here when I'm discharged?
I promise, OK?
Hey.
This is from Audrey's life insurance company.
Three months ago, she was officially declared deceased.
They paid out.
So, you swim every morning?
That was you on the headland?
What, have you turned into a stalker now?
What's that about, huh?
What, you tempting fate? You got a death wish?
Jesus, $2 million.
Yeah, to her ex-husband, Michael Gibson.
What I don't understand is,
why would Audrey return from the dead after five years?
Unfinished business? Tired of running?
Or hiding.
I found something.
This is Audrey's motel room.
At 10:03, someone pays her a visit.
Well, she didn't hesitate letting him in.
- Mm. - He stayed in the room for 20 minutes. Then...
You reckon that's the ex-husband, Michael Gibson?
Is there any way we can improve that, Claire?
That's as clear as it's gonna get.
- What, so that's it? - Wait for it.
Huh.
You're kidding me.
Then...
You ran a check on that?
- It's registered to a Gavin Briggs. - Got his address.
Let's bring him in. Well done, Claire.
Hey, I just need you to sign the chain of evidence on those keys.
Good news, looks like I found a lead on the motel killer.
Detective Rawlings is pretty happy.
Give you a gold star, did she? You'll have her job next.
Well, I better get back to it.
Hey, a few of us are meeting up for drinks tonight.
Down at the local, around 7:00.
Not much of a drinker.
Claire?
Some other time, maybe.
The environmentalist group
was protesting the recent culling of a bull shark
believed to be responsible for the attack on Amber Wells.
It's not the shark's fault. It's on her.
She was in their territory. What did she expect?
The young semi-pro surfer was attacked in the ocean
just off the Central Coast three weeks ago.
I didn't ask for it to be culled.
I even posted online saying, "Don't kill it."
- No-one's blaming you. - Trolls are. They hate me.
So don't listen to 'em.
Easy for you to say, mate.
Trust me, it'll die down, OK?
A week from now, it'll be old news just like everything else.
Yeah? Well...
This is from the guy who was on the news.
"You should have died, not the shark.
I hope you feel happy. You're a murderer."
I get it.
Can you arrest him?
For what, being a dick?
Ignore it. If you respond, it'll encourage them.
Hey, Dan.
Our suspect, Gavin Briggs, has done a runner.
But we've found his car.
Forensics couldn't get anything off it.
Well, according to neighbours,
Audrey's been living with Briggs for the past year.
Right, so they come to Sydney, check into a motel.
He kills her, dumps her body in the ocean,
and then drives out to the bush and torches the car.
- For what reason? - Money, sex, revenge.
The only problem is,
the motel manager said that Audrey booked in by herself, no Briggs.
Dan, got a minute?
The media unit called,
and they want to put you on the front cover.
Could even make the weekend papers.
You could promote the department, say nice things about me.
Just got a tip-off.
A guy matching Briggs's description has been seen
drinking at the Harbourview Hotel.
You really don't want me as your poster boy.
So this is the guy.
Cheers.
So, barman says he's been coming in the past three days
around this time.
Has a few drinks, plays the pokies.
Hey, um, I've still got a few boxes of your stuff.
I didn't know what to do with them.
Alright, I'll drop by.
Oh, no, it's cool. I'll bring them in to work.
Oh, it's just my shark app.
Your what?
Yeah, it's alerts. Tells me where sharks have been sighted.
Here you go.
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See? Currently, there's two bull sharks
at Bulli Point near Wollongong.
Slightly paranoid, don't you think?
We're sitting in a pub in the city. I'm pretty sure we're safe.
Nah. I just like to know where the bad guys are.
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I should've told you I was coming back.
So why didn't you?
Tell me you were going away for a month,
and that turned into three years.
What can I say? I'm a selfish prick.
That's the first honest thing you've said since you've been back.
Hey.
Yeah.
Police, stop!
Oi!
Yeah. He's disappeared under one of the piers. OK.
- It's the water cops. - What happened?
I didn't kill Audrey. I loved her.
Then why run?
We have your phone records, Mr Briggs.
Why were you calling her ex-husband?
A dozen calls over the last two days.
This is the man that Audrey was frightened of,
the man that she ran away from.
- Did you plan it together? - No!
- I had nothing to do with it. - Then who did?
I didn't do anything. It wasn't me.
Were you after the money, Gavin?
Mm. The life insurance.
You and Audrey find out her ex got a $2 million payout
on her life insurance, and you think...
"Oh, that's not fair."
So, what'd you you do next?
You got Audrey to call her ex and ask for her share.
But you didn't count on his rage.
He spent the past five years being blamed for his wife's death
and he wanted it to say that way.
I didn't know he was gonna kill her.
But once you knew he had killed her, why didn't you call the police?
The insurance payout.
You still wanted your share, didn't you?
What do you want?
- The cops know. - Know what?
What you did to Audrey.
They got no proof. I told 'em nothing.
If you want to keep it that way, you better pay up.
You hear me? We got a deal?
Are you there?
No, I think you've got the wrong number.
I tried. Can I go now?
Take him down and book him.
What for? I did what you asked.
They'll think of something. Being a dickhead?
- OK, so now what? - We arrest him.
Off Gavin Briggs's statement?
Yeah, he doesn't seem the type to confess to me.
Exactly.
I'll get it.
Zo said she had some boxes of my stuff.
Yeah. Sure. Come in.
- Want a beer? - Uh, yeah, sure.
Hey! Mickey! Hey, buddy!
How you been, huh? What are they feeding you?
- Cheers. - Glass?
No.
Not much of a life, huh? Packed into a few boxes.
Yeah, well, I threw a lot of your stuff away.
You kept my Pokemon cards, right?
How's your mum?
Yeah, she's good.
She's still angry at me for not marrying you, though.
Well, say hi from me.
Alright, then. Thanks.
Oh, I'll give you a hand.
Hey, Dan.
That shark app, do you reckon it could track bull sharks
on the night of the murder?
Oh, maybe.
Because according to the autopsy,
Audrey's bites were up to three days old
when she washed up.
And she was mauled not long after she was dumped at sea.
So, on the night Audrey was dumped into the ocean,
a single 3m bull shark was recorded off the coast.
Now, around that time, the AIS reported a boat
in the exact same area as where that shark was.
Didn't think to turn off the GPS.
How many different camera angles have you got?
You're looking at it.
Come on, come on, look up.
Didn't think Michael Gibson owned a boat.
No, but some of his wealthy clients do.
OK, he was out at sea until 3:20am.
Come on, look up!
Look up!
OK, can we blow that up?
Got the bastard.
Get crime scene onto that boat.
There's bound to be Audrey's DNA on it somewhere.
Well done, you two.
Good job.
- Sorry, I'm late. - That's OK.
You good?
Yep.
I couldn't protect you.
That's why I left.
But you did.
If you hadn't have dived in, then...
So why did you come back?
Maybe I missed my old life.
You know it can't go back to what it was.
Your Jane Doe got me thinking.
3.5 years ago, we pulled a dead guy out of an old well.
Now, the coroner deemed it an accident and he said he fell.
But he had a bite mark, just like this,
in almost exactly the same spot.
Now, the bite mark was explained away as rough sex.
So no casts were taken, no-one tried to match it.
The one thing that was never explained,
and it always used to bug me...
he also had a tooth missing.
The right incisor.
The gap was still congealed with blood.
Denver, come on. Let's grab some food.
Now, the coroner figured it was knocked out in the fall.
- But... - But what?
We never found the tooth.
There's a serial killer out there.
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A killer is on the loose.
He thinks he's smarter than us.
Next Wednesday, a new murder...
What am I looking at? I...
The reason you need to stay in Homicide.
With an almighty...
killer...
Zoe!
twist...
What the hell is going on?
A heavyweight Aussie cast...
Well, if this is our guy,
it means he's set the whole thing up.
Yeah, like some sort of game.
With global star Dominic Monaghan.
The new crime drama...
Bite Club.
Next Wednesday, after The Block, on Nine.