[intense music] [radio static buzzing]
- Of course, I'm excited to meet her.
Just don't make that shitty lasagna again.
[Connor chuckling]
No, I'm not smoking.
What do you mean, you can tell?
No, don't worry about it.
We'll look at tickets at the end of
the week when I get paid.
End of the month we're outta here, promise.
Yeah, hey, listen, I gotta go.
All right, I'll talk to you later.
[nervous music]
[gravel rumbling]
- Ty, we don't know how long this is gonna take.
- We don't know how long he's been out here.
- I just don't, I'm not comfortable.
- We're in the middle of nowhere.
We don't even know if he's got water.
- [Sandra] Don't be a hero.
- Oh, I'm always a hero.
We'll be fine.
- Ty.
Ty.
- Hell of a place to break down, mate.
[gun hammer clicking]
[gun smacking]
- Tyler!
- [Connor] Get out of the fucking car! Get the fuck out.
- Fuck, fuck.
- [Connor] Get out of the fucking car.
Get out of the fucking car.
- Oh my God, oh my God.
- [Connor] Get out of the fucking car.
[Sandra gasping]
- Fuck.
- [Connor] Open the fucking door.
[gunshot firing]
[Sandra screaming]
- [Connor] Get out of the fucking car.
- Please, please, please.
- [Connor] Open the door.
- Please, please.
[window smashing] [Sandra screaming]
- No!
Please, no, no.
- [Connor] Get out.
- No, please, please.
[Sandra coughing]
[dramatic music]
[Sandra screaming]
[Connor groaning]
[baby crying]
- [Connor] Fuck.
- [Sandra] No, no.
[baby crying]
[dramatic music]
You can't just leave us.
- [Connor] Your phone and keys will be up the road.
[dramatic music]
[keys jingling]
- [Det. Albert] Wildlife control found the body at 5:00 a.m.
- [Det. Ernest] Looks fresh.
Any ID?
- [Det. Albert] Katrina Douglas.
She was celebrating her 18th in the pub in town.
Her friends never saw her leave.
[flies buzzing]
- [Det. Ernest] What do you make of it?
- Well, the stab wounds on the back
are clearly large in diameter.
So I would say he used a Bowie knife
or something just as big, but.
- But?
- But the wound on the neck.
- What about it?
- It's neater, it's smaller.
He's either used multiple knives in the same struggle,
or he stabbed her to death and bled her out
carefully through the neck, like a wild animal.
- Eh, so you reckon she's one of ours?
- Well, she's got to be, doesn't she?
She's in relatively close proximity as the other bodies,
and all within a month.
- Tell Sergeant Ricko to get Forensics on to this ASAP
and send everything over to us.
I'll just call the missus and tell her
we're gonna be here a while.
- [Det. Albert] Yes, sir.
[gravel crunching]
[dramatic music]
[trunk closing]
[dramatic music]
- How was work?
- Exhausting.
Some guy had a heart attack in one of the tunnels,
so he had to get an airlift to hospital.
- Jesus, really?
- Yeah.
- Aunty Kate.
Hey, how you going?
Yeah, yeah.
No, we're looking forward to it too.
Yeah, you better.
[dramatic music]
Some cops came over today.
- What did they want?
- Apparently they found a body in a farm
just outside of town.
They were just asking if I knew the victim.
- Did you?
- No.
- What happened?
- They reckon murder.
They reckon it's the same guy from the territory.
So they were telling everyone to be home
by eight and stay inside.
- Be careful.
Hey, soon I will take you somewhere fancy and cultured
and shit, and we can get away from all
the crazy motorist psychopaths.
- I've always wanted to go somewhere cultured and shit.
[Connor, Lucy smooching]
I've gotta go back to the farm to finish my hours,
but maybe when I'm done, we can go to the river.
- Yeah, it sounds good.
[papers riffling]
- Sergeant, Sergeant Albert, in here.
Did any of the witnesses say anything
about a white Ute anywhere near the bodies?
- Nothing comes to mind, no.
Why?
- Look.
- What?
Sir, that's one of, well that is
the most popular car in the Outback.
- In both of the photographs, it's just sitting there.
Hell, he could have been watching us.
A white Ute.
- What if we mapped out more of the recent body locations?
See if we can narrow down a few towns or road houses,
anywhere he could go next and go from there?
- Good idea, Sergeant.
You start putting together a list of the precise coordinates
of all the crime scenes.
[serene music]
[Connor yelling]
[water splashing]
[Lucy yelling]
[water splashing]
[Lucy yelling]
[water splashing]
- So how long do you wanna go for?
- What do you mean?
- When do you wanna come back?
- Who said anything about coming back?
- Where are we gonna live?
- I don't know.
I'm sure as shit not gonna die here.
Sure you gonna be able to put up with me?
- Pretty sure.
Just promise me that you're not gonna lie to me.
[tender music]
- Promise.
[engine revving]
[tense music]
[tape ripping]
[intense music]
- Okay.
- What's going on mate?
- [Connor] Ah, just a bit of engine trouble.
- Yeah, mate.
Whatever you need.
- Gimme your phones, wallets, and keys.
- Oh, fuck, here we go.
- Wait, what do you think this is, mate?
- [Connor] Quickly.
- Fuck you, man.
- You know what?
I don't even think you have the balls.
Get him.
[gunshot firing]
Oh, shit.
- [Jordan] Fuck!
- [Connor] Gimme your shit now.
- Shit, dude.
Fuck, man.
Shit.
Fuck, you just fuckin' shot him, dude.
- [Connor] Give me your fuckin' shit.
- Shit.
- [Connor] Hurry the fuck up.
Empty your pockets.
- All right, all right, here.
Of course.
- [Connor] And his.
- [Jordan] Trent, get your shit out.
- What?
- Dude, get your shit out, man.
- [Trent] What are you talking?
- Get your shit out!
- [Trent] Help me!
- [Jordan] For fuck's sake.
- [Connor] Hurry up.
- Dude, where's your keys?
- Dude, they're in the other pocket.
- [Jordan] All right, fuck.
- Careful.
- [Connor] Hurry up.
[keys jingling]
- You're so dead.
For fuck's sake.
- [Connor] Your phone and keys will be waiting for you
a kilometer up the road.
- [Jordan] Ugh, you're nothing.
[car door creaking]
Fuck's sake. - [Connor] Stay the fuck back.
- You're nothing but fucking road kill, you hear me?
[engine revving]
I'll fucking break you!
[Lucy heavy breathing]
[upbeat music]
- Everything all right out here, Sergeant?
- Everything's fine, sir.
- No, it's fucking not.
My mate's lying in hospital.
- Mate, we need you to calm down if we're going to help you.
What's your name?
- Trent.
- Okay, Trent.
When the sergeant's back,
he'll be able to take your statement.
- Sergeant Ricko's out to lunch.
Oh, but I'm sure you can handle it.
Anyway, we're waiting for those files from Broken Hill.
- Yes, sir.
A beat up red sports car.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Did you grab a plate number?
- Nah, he covered it up.
- Look, mate, honestly, he could be anywhere
by now, all right.
What'd he take?
- That's the thing.
- What?
- Just left everything for us up the road.
[sinister music]
- You called about a suspicious individual?
- Yes.
There was a man here, told me he'd committed acts.
- [Officer] Acts?
- Yes, he quoted scripture that he was on
a quest from the Almighty.
- What exactly did he say?
- He quoted Revelation.
The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vial, the murderers,
the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts,
the idolators, and all liars, they shall be consigned
to the fiery lake of burning sulfur,
and that he was a vessel for the Lord God.
- Right, did he actually do anything?
- And that he was given authority from the Lord to purge
a quarter of this earth.
- Purge?
- Yes, that he was one of the
four horsemen of the apocalypse.
- The four horsemen?
- Famine, pestilence, destruction, and death.
- Is that it?
- No, he gave me this.
[dramatic music]
[hood clicking]
[dramatic music]
[gravel crunching]
- [Connor] Give me your phone, wallet, and keys.
- All right.
I'll just get them out.
- [Connor] Wait, wait, get back.
Where's your phone?
- What's that?
- [Connor] Where the fuck is your phone?
- Don't have one.
Never needed it.
- [Connor] Take off your jacket.
- You ever shot that thing before?
[gunshot firing]
You ever killed anyone, that's what I meant.
[stranger chuckling]
You want this too?
Connor?
[engine revving]
- How'd your little field trip go?
- They lost $40 to some kid in an old red sports car.
How are we going here?
- Still working on these locations.
- Would it be worth contacting some motels
in surrounding towns and seeing if they've seen
the Utes or anything suspicious?
- Doubt it.
There's far too many tradies with white Utes
going through these towns and road houses.
No, our best bet, determine a pattern,
narrow down his location, and stop him
before he strikes again.
[somber music]
[gun clicking]
[somber music]
[glass clattering]
- Fuck's sake.
[knocking on door]
Shit.
- Lucy, oh, it's been such a long time.
Oh, sweetheart.
- Oh, it's great to see you, sweetheart.
Ah, a lovely wine for Madame.
- Thank you.
- Well, this all looks so good.
You're so growing up now.
So is, what's his name here?
- Connor.
- Well, this all happened very quickly.
What's the story?
- No story, he's just the coolest guy.
You're gonna love him.
- You sure?
- [Lucy] Yes.
He's at work at the moment, but he should be home soon.
- [Kate] Oh, I can't wait to meet him.
As long as he's looking after you,
behaving himself.
- [Lucy] He's all right.
- [Kate] Yeah, yeah. - [Lucy] You can trust him.
- Good.
This is really delicious, Lucy.
I swear it's almost identical to your mum's lasagna.
She'd be very proud of you.
- [Det. Ernest] Lovely.
- Sorry.
Where were you?
- Sorry, I forgot.
I'm here now, it's okay.
Hi.
Aunty Kate?
- [Kate] Yes.
- It's lovely to meet you.
- [Kate] Hello,
- Mr. Ernest.
- [Det. Ernest] Detective Ernest.
Pleased to meet you, son.
- So, dying to hear all about you.
Are you a local boy?
- No, I'm from all over the place.
- Oh, that's interesting.
- Do you have a job?
- Yeah, I work in the mines.
- And what do you do in the mines?
- I mine.
- You mine?
What does that entail?
- Oh, for heaven's sake, leave him alone.
- So you're a homicide detective.
You don't really focus on theft or anything else?
- Oh no.
We spend most of our time on homicide cases, that's right.
We do give the locals a hand if they need it,
if they're short staffed.
Why, have you had something stolen?
- Oh, no, no.
I was just wondering, I guess.
You know, I've got some friends that have been mugged.
- [Kate] Oh goodness.
- Can I get you another beer? - No, that's all right.
I'm sure I can get it. Stay there, enjoy it.
- Lucy, stop.
- [Det. Ernest] You're out, mate.
- I'll get some more from the shed.
- That's all right.
I'll get it, you stay right there.
- No, I don't mind.
- No, no, no.
I insist, I insist.
[foreboding music]
[tarp rustling]
[camera clicking]
[tarp rustling]
Right.
[foreboding music]
So Connor, is that your car out there?
- Yeah, it is.
- Ah, what is it?
- It's nothing special.
It's just an old Honda.
- Why do you keep her under a tarp?
- Jeffrey.
- That's all right, Kate.
Mr. Ernest doesn't really understand how.
- Detective Ernest.
- Sorry, Detective Ernest doesn't really understand
how it works out here.
- How what works?
- The weather.
[Kate chuckling]
Seriously, you should see some of the dust storms we get.
It can turn pitch black in seconds, can't it, Luce?
- Yeah.
- Even with the tarp, well out here,
nothing stays clean for long.
- [Kate] There you go.
[water splashing]
- So, why were you late?
I thought you were excited.
- I was.
Something weird happened today at work.
- What happened?
- Someone thought that they knew me.
Guess it was nothing.
Sorry.
- It's fine.
- I'll make it up to you.
- Oh yeah?
How's that?
[Connor, Lucy smooching]
- Do you want me to tell you or do you want me to show you?
[Connor, Lucy smooching]
- You can show me after you've done the dishes.
She liked you.
- Yeah, he didn't.
[tense music]
- His car matches the description,
and I don't want Lucy to know anything about my involvement.
This is your case, Sergeant, and I expect you
to act as a professional.
So get off your lazy ass
and get that douchebag out of my niece's life.
- Yes sir.
Hi, this is Detective Albert.
We have some new information regarding a possible suspect
that we need you to come and take a look at.
I need you to take a look at a photograph.
Is this the vehicle driven by the man that mugged you?
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's the one.
[footsteps clicking]
[porch creaking]
[door tapping]
- [Lucy] Hello.
- Miss Lucy Miller?
- Yes.
- Hi, my name's Detective James Albert.
I'm here acting on a crime reported by two young gentlemen
about a crime which saw the theft of much value stolen.
- I'm sorry, I don't understand.
What do you want?
- Are you the only one here at the moment?
- Yeah, I am right now.
- Are you the only one that lives here?
- No, no.
My boyfriend lives here as well.
- And where is your boyfriend, Ms. Miller?
- He's working.
- And where does he work?
- Sorry, did he do something wrong?
- We believe he might have some information about the crime.
[dramatic music]
[keyboard clicking]
- Hey.
This guy at work was playing with one of the machines
and he fucked and,
what's wrong?
- What happened to your arm?
- I cut it at work.
- Are you lying?
- What?
No.
Can I go and wash my arm now, please?
Okay.
- More cops came today.
[water dripping]
- Another body?
- No, apparently a couple of guys got mugged
on the highway just outside of town.
One of 'em got shot by a young guy in an old red sports car.
Can I see your arm?
- Ow, fuck.
- [Lucy] You piece of shit.
- Lucy, just stop.
Just, Lucy, just wait.
What are you trying to say?
[keys jangling]
What are you doing?
Lucy?
Lucy, just wait.
Lucy, stop.
Okay, I don't know what you think you're gonna find
or who told you off, but it's bullshit.
Lucy, let's go inside.
Lucy, just go inside and we'll talk about it.
Lucy.
Lucy, you're being fucking ridiculous.
All right, stop going through my shit.
You're not gonna find anything, okay.
Lucy, can you just listen to me?
Lucy, can you please just fuckin' stop?
- [Lucy] What the fuck?
- I can explain that.
- How, Connor?
How do you explain this?
[trunk slamming]
- Lucy, Lucy, stop, stop.
Look, I did it for us, okay?
So we can go away, all right.
It fucking sucks here.
- [Lucy] Leave me alone.
- Lucy.
- Did I fucking stutter?
[door slamming]
Fuck!
Oh, you take your fucking jacket.
[intense music]
Fucking idiot.
What the fuck!
[vodka sloshing]
[Lucy coughing]
Fuck!
Dumb.
[Lucy heavy breathing]
[knocking on door]
Connor, I thought I told you to leave me alone.
[wall smashing]
[crickets chirping]
[engine rumbling]
- Hey, you all right, mate?
- Yeah, all good.
- So what's with the gun?
- Hunting, mate.
- Roos?
- Yeah.
- Ah, bag one for me.
- [Connor] Yeah, will do, mate.
- Catch him.
[engine rumbling]
- [Det. Ernest] Ah, damn it.
- Sorry, Sarge.
[Det. Ernest sighing]
- Still can't find a pattern?
Maybe you just need some rest, boss.
Go home, sleep it off.
Come back and look at it from a fresh perspective.
- How many more need to die?
Oh, perhaps you're right.
- Go back to the hotel and keep Kate some company.
I'll stick around here a bit longer and finish up.
- [Det. Ernest] Okay.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
- [Det. Albert] That's Connor.
[police siren whooping]
Get out of the car and show me your hands.
Put your hands up.
I said, put your fucking hands up.
- You look too scared to be a cop.
- Detective.
- You wouldn't happen to know Detective Ernest, would you?
He's a friend of mine.
- [Det. Albert] Friends, eh?
He seemed to have a different impression.
Put your hands back up.
Lucy said you were out of town.
Is she in on it,
or was I the first person to tell her?
Either way, she's a good liar.
I guess you two are kind of perfect for each other, eh?
Except she's in a criminal sack of shit.
- All right, Mr. Detective man, you've had your fun.
Now why don't you fuck off back to where you came from.
- [Det. Albert] You know, I'm out here on a murder case.
You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?
- No signal out here, mate.
- I'll just radio it in, then.
- Sure you will, mate.
- [Det. Albert] What's that supposed to mean?
Wait, show me your fucking hands.
- Hey, calm your tits.
- Oh, I get it now.
- What's that?
- Lucy found out about your little hobby.
She kicked you out, didn't she?
- All right, Detective, you self-conscious pile of dog shit.
If you talk about Lucy one more time,
I'm gonna split your fucking skull open.
- Put your hands on your head and your head on the car.
[tense music]
Don't move.
Oh fuck me.
[wheels skidding]
This is Detective James Albert.
Code 1080 in progress.
- [Radio Dispatcher] Repeat transmission.
- [Det. Albert] I repeat, vehicle pursuit in progress.
- [Radio Dispatcher] Copy that.
What's your location?
- [Det. Albert] Location is Stony Pinch Road
north of Renmark.
- [Radio Dispatcher] Vehicle description.
- Suspect is driving a red Honda,
registration number is Sierra, 498.
Shit.
- [Radio Dispatcher] Repeat registration.
- Standby, dispatch.
- [Radio Dispatcher] Detective, repeat registration.
- I said, standby.
[intense music]
Oh shit.
[nervous music]
[cell phone beeping]
Oh Goddamn it.
Dispatch, disregard previous communication.
I need several support and backup vehicles
at my location for search and clear.
- Lucy.
Lucy, you up?
I know that I lied.
Sorry.
Can you just please come and talk to me?
Okay, I think that we're gonna have to put our plans on hold
and I'm gonna have to go away for a while.
[somber music]
Lucy, please just come talk to me.
Lucy, I just wanna say goodbye.
I'm gonna have to go for a while.
Lucy?
Jesus Christ, Lucy.
What the fuck?
Okay, don't move, don't move.
Just, fucking hell.
Hold up, Lucy.
Put your hands.
[Lucy groaning]
Fucking hell, okay.
It's okay, look at me, Lucy.
Lucy, look.
Fucking hell.
Fuck's sake, Lucy.
Just put your hand down.
Lucy.
[cricket bat clunking]
- Oh, you did your best.
Don't feel too bad about it, Sarge.
Who knows how long he's been here?
You've been here, what a week?
- Yeah, but he was hammered and he managed to lose me.
- In a vineyard at midnight.
Why didn't you go straight to the house?
- I thought it was too obvious.
Even if he did go there, he couldn't stick around.
- You did all you could.
One of the local boys is on his way to the house right now.
So let's us big shot detectives get on with the real cases.
[knocking on door]
[pounding on door]
- Police, open up.
[pounding on door]
Connor Shelby, this is the police.
I have a warrant for your arrest.
Come out with your hands up.
- Lucy.
Lucy.
- [Officer] Connor Shelby.
[Connor sniffling]
Connor Shelby, I'm entering the premises.
Come out with your hands up.
[gun clicking]
[haunting music]
Jesus Christ.
[Sergeant Albert sighing]
- Sergeant Albert.
No, he's just in the bathroom.
I'm sorry?
Yeah, I'll pass it on to him.
Thanks, Ricko.
Shit.
- [Det. Ernest] All right, what we need to do.
Are you all right?
- I'm sorry, sir.
It's all my fault.
If I caught him last night, then.
- Get Forensics to send us everything they find.
Everything.
I'm going.
- Sir, they found a note.
When he opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice
of the fourth living creature saying, come and see.
So I looked and behold, a pale horse,
and the name of him who sat on it was Death.
What do you think it means?
- It's biblical.
[intense music]
[engine revving]
- Hey, you okay?
- [Connor] Yeah, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I said I'm.
- What happened?
- I was in a fight.
- With who?
- Just some guy.
- What did you do?
- It doesn't matter.
I got what I deserved.
- What's your name?
- Connor.
What's yours?
- Lucinda.
- Fancy.
- Yeah, well, I'm not sure it suits me too well.
- All right, Lucy.
Nearly done there?
- You're still bleeding so I'm gonna need to stitch it.
- You're gonna stitch it?
- Yeah.
- Shouldn't a doctor do that?
- I mean, yes, probably, but I mean,
I've got fishing wire in my car
and the nearest hospital is an hour away.
- Awesome.
- Surely I can find a needle around here somewhere.
[Lucy chuckling]
Hold that.
Back in a sec.
- [Reporter] But now in our regional news,
it has been two weeks since local woman, Lucy Miller,
18 years old, was found murdered in her Renmark bedroom.
Police first responded to the crime when they went
to arrest the lead suspect, her partner Connor Shelby,
for a high speed car chase that occurred
the night of the murder.
Shelby, otherwise known as the Outback Slasher,
remains at large and is highly dangerous.
Police are urging anyone from the public
with any information to come forward urgently.
- [News Anchor] And that's it for the news.
Today's skies are partly cloudy.
[foreboding music]
[truck door slamming]
[engine revving]
- So, got a bit of a surprise for you, eh mate?
Saturday night, you and me, we're gonna go to the footy.
How's that sound?
[engine revving]
- Sergeant.
- How are you, and Kate, how's she holding up?
- She's been better.
Anything new?
Any sign of him?
- No, sir.
He's gone.
I'm still convinced he's headed north though.
Easier to disappear.
- No, I disagree.
That's what he'd want us to think, but Connor,
no, Connor's a smart bastard.
I think he'll keep heading west or maybe even
south of the city, try and blend in.
- If it is Connor, do you think he'll stop
now that we found him?
- If?
No, Sergeant.
You find me another suspect and we can talk about if.
- How beautiful is this?
Did your mom ever bring you up here, Milo?
- No.
- It sure is beautiful.
- [Milo] Mmhmm.
- Good day.
- How's it going?
- Hey, not bad.
Name's Kevin, and my boy Miles, Milo for short.
- Where are you blokes from then?
- Oh me, I'm from the city.
Just heading up north, pick up my boy from his mom's place.
- Bitch.
- Ah, sorry?
- His mom.
What is she, a bitch, a cunt?
What is it?
- Well, she's certainly a handful.
[Kevin chuckling]
- Daddy, I'm hungry.
- Oh right.
Well, nice to meet you I suppose.
Come with me.
- I'll see you down the road somewhere.
[nervous music]
- Yep, everything should be across by then.
Yep, okay.
Thanks, cheers.
Yep, good.
All right, so plane leaves at five.
No worries?
- Yeah, no worries, boss.
- And all packed up?
- Just about?
- Good.
Sarge, why don't you take an hour off,
say goodbye to your Outback girlfriend
the old fashioned way, eh?
[nervous music]
- Boss?
Boss?
Jeff.
[nervous music]
This footage is from when I went to question
Connor the first time.
Look sir, I know you don't want to hear it,
but I think you have to embrace the possibility
that Connor never was the killer.
- That bullshit, Sergeant.
That little shit killed my niece,
and that's all there is to it.
The murder matches all the MO's.
His fingerprints are all over the bedroom
and the handle of the knife sticking out of the body.
- Sir, it was his bedroom.
Of course, his fingerprints were all over it.
Okay, granted on the knife it doesn't look good,
but why would he travel all over the country
and settle down here?
It doesn't make sense.
What else can we do?
- We have to wait. - We have no other options.
We have no leads. - We have to wait.
- Haven't we done enough waiting?
Look sir, we have a reg number.
We can start there, see if highway patrol
or any speed cameras have picked him up,
or we can wait.
Wait for another body to turn up.
Someone's daughter, someone else's niece.
- You've made your point, Sergeant.
- Look sir, I'm sorry you lost Lucy, I really am,
but there's only one thing left that we can do.
- All right, you get Sergeant Ricko to run those plates
and get 'em on the Highway Patrol watch list.
We'll see what they come up with.
I'll go and cancel that flight.
Meet me at the hotel.
[intense music]
[engine revving]
[bird squawking]
[intense music]
[somber music]
[birds squawking]
[cars zooming]
[car sputtering]
- No, no.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Ah.
Okay, what on earth?
All right.
Just hold still, eh Milo?
I'll see if I can get this sorted, eh?
[gravel crunching]
[tense music]
- Thought I'd see you down the road.
Spot of bother, eh?
- Yeah, yeah.
- What's wrong, mate?
- I thought you were heading the other way.
- Well, what do you know?
Ah, gimme a look.
- No worries.
Look at that, mate.
Sorry, mate, I can't quite remember your name.
- Mate, when was the last time
you had your timing belt checked?
- Um, my what?
- Your timing belt, it's torn to shreds.
- Oh, it's been a while, I suppose.
- Alright, I'll take you back to town.
- Ah, no need to fret mate.
I'll just give the RAA a buzz.
Yeah.
- Give 'em a try.
Don't think you'll get much signal out here though.
- Oh, you're right.
- That's the thing about this land.
Just when you need help the most, it's not there.
- Suppose you're right, mate.
So you are good to take us back to town then.
- I'll take you back.
Kid's all right to sit on your lap?
Car's only got two seats.
- Ah, shouldn't be a problem, eh Milo?
Hold still, mate.
Get foot in, there we go.
All right, here we go.
Now, full steam ahead, eh?
[Kevin chuckling]
Seat belt.
[Kevin muffled groaning]
[Milo screaming]
- All right, the owner of the Ute is Janet Holden,
originally from Robe, now resides
in Burnside Pensioner's Home.
Reported stolen seven years ago.
- It doesn't mean that it wasn't him.
There's no reason why I couldn't buy or even
steal a car that was already stolen.
- So what?
He drives a Ute to at least two of
the crime scenes, then what?
Ditches it for some '90s sports thing?
I can't see him hiding a body in there.
- There's only one way to find out.
- Camera on Sturtney in Loxton picked him up at nine,
and another one at 9:37.
- Where was the other one?
- Back, Bakar.
- Bakara.
That's due west.
Why is he heading west?
[gravel crunching] [engine rumbling]
[tense music]
[machete clanging]
[truck door slamming]
[engine rumbling]
[car zooming]
[dramatic music]
[water splashing]
- [Lucy] Connor.
- West.
[engine rumbling]
[gravel crunching]
[thrilling music]
[crickets chirping]
[car door slamming]
[engine revving]
[lively music]
♪ I am the breaking dawn
♪ I am the gathering storm
♪ I am a man on fire
- Good day.
- Have you seen a white Ute come through here at all?
- Nah.
You getting a drink there?
- Whiskey, huh?
So this Ute of yours, who was driving it?
- I don't know.
In his 20's, he looks normal enough.
- So you're telling me you're looking for
a normal looking guy driving a white Ute
in the middle of the bush.
Good luck with that.
- Hey, I know a guy.
He was going down to the local brothel
and the security guy said we're closed.
So the guy says, what do I do now?
And the security guard says, beat it.
[drunk laughing]
It's a wank joke.
[drunk laughing]
- What's the difference between a light bulb
and a pregnant lady?
You can unscrew a light bulb.
[drunk laughing]
You know where the next hotel is?
- Ah, what direction?
- West.
- West, ah, well southwest, there's a bunch
of towns and wankers, but northwest there's a whole bunch
of fuck all, just desert and snakes and dead tourists, mate.
[drunk laughing]
- Cheers.
- You know another one?
- A thief, a killer, and some cops all walk into a bar.
Who shoots first?
[tense music]
[door creaking]
- Be right with you.
After a room?
- Yeah.
- How many nights?
- I don't know.
- All right, well 60 a night then.
- Where's the next hotel?
- Not for a few hundred Ks.
- Someone came from the Riverland, they come through here?
- If they was heading west.
[money riffling]
[door closing] [tense music]
- [Reporter] And now in our regional news,
it has been two weeks since local woman Lucy Miller,
18 years old, was found murdered in her Renmark bedroom.
The police first responded to the crime when they went
to arrest police suspect Connor Shelby.
- I can't even. My life's shit.
- [Reporter] A car chase that occurred the night of the.
- Ring here.
- [Reporter] Shelby, otherwise known as the Outback Slasher,
remains at large and is highly dangerous.
Police are urging anyone from the public with
any information to come forward urgently.
[morose music]
- What if something goes wrong?
- Don't worry.
You just remember what I told you.
[gun clicking]
- You're gonna kill him?
- No mate, we're not killers.
Just gonna rough 'em up a little bit.
Just gonna get our hands dirty, eh?
- Do we have to?
- You know the drill.
Go be someplace near by morning.
Mate, there's not much I'm good at,
but I'm fucking good at this.
You're my son.
You got my blood.
One day, you're gonna be fucking great at it.
See, this is our country.
It's where we belong.
We were ever meant to leave this place.
We were born true blue bloody bush rangers, mate.
Now listen to me, Connor.
We were made out here and you can bloody bet
we're gonna die out here.
You remember that.
[tense music]
Give me all your money.
Now, get up, get up.
Put the gun down or I will shoot you.
[rifle firing]
[lighter clicking] [depressing music]
[truck zooming]
[intense music]
[car zooming]
[intense music]
- Another one's picked him up.
- Where?
- North.
- North?
- So he's heading back up. Exactly where was the camera?
- Blanchetown.
- Right, so we're closing the gap.
[intense music] [gravel crunching]
[gunshot firing]
- [Connor] Fuck!
- Boss, I really think that.
- [Det. Ernest] Hang on.
Do you see that?
- Is that?
[intense music]
[police siren wailing]
- Shit.
- Dispatch, this is Detective James Albert
requesting immediate backup.
[car door slamming]
[keys jingling]
[gunshots firing] [intense music]
- [Killer] Bastard.
[gunshot firing]
[Connor groaning]
- Police.
Remain in the car.
Hands on the wheel.
[Connor groaning]
- Why didn't you kill me?
- I reckon I just did, mate.
- In the bed with Lucy.
- It's fucking hard to frame you if you were dead too.
The pigs had no idea really who killed any of them.
Then I find you,
a sinner who steals from the innocent
and lies to the only person he loves.
No friends, no family.
Shit, man, I couldn't even find out where you're from,
and if I couldn't, what hope did the cops have?
Perfect setup.
- [Connor] Why did you kill Lucy?
- Well, burning in hell isn't good enough for you.
You had to suffer.
You had to see consequences of your sins.
It's too bad you didn't tell Lucy the truth sooner.
She wouldn't have to be involved.
She would have left you and she wouldn't have had
to bleed out like that.
[Connor moaning]
- Fuck you.
- She took a while to bleed out, that one.
I wonder how long you'll take.
[Connor moaning]
- Cops.
- [Killer] What's that?
- [Connor] Cops are coming.
- Yeah?
How do you figure that?
- [Connor] The guy you had with the kid.
[Connor groaning]
You let him loose.
These pig cops, they're probably nearly here already.
- You little shit.
[killer groaning]
[gunshot firing]
[intense music]
[gunshot firing]
- Oh, fuck.
I'm sorry, boss.
I really thought we could have caught him.
- We still can.
Stay with the body.
Call for backup.
- Boss.
Boss.
Jeff.
[engine revving]
Boss, wait.
Stop.
[dramatic music]
[Connor groaning]
[water splashing]
[dramatic music]
[gravel crunching]
[dramatic music]
Wait!
- Where are you?
- [Det. Albert] Ernest!
Wait!
[water gurgling]
- I didn't do it.
I didn't kill Lucy.
- You shut your fucking mouth.
- Wait!
Ernest!
- Do you have handcuffs?
- If you think I've gonna cuff myself,
you really are insane.
What do you want?
Why are you doing this?
- Stop.
Ernest!
- I didn't kill anyone.
I'm not the killer.
- Prove it.
- If I'm the killer, why haven't I shot you?
- Bargaining power for keeping yourself out of jail,
but don't worry, I've got no intention of taking you in.
- Boss!
- Keep your hands up.
Keep your fucking hands up.
- What was it that you said?
Nothing stays clean out here.
- [Det. Albert] Ernest.
- Don't.
[gunshot firing]
[dramatic music]
[gunshot firing]
[gun rattling]
[water splashing]
- [Det. Ernest] Did you get him?
- Yeah.
Yeah I got him, sir.
- Good man.
[crickets chirping]
♪ Dirt roads and sky
♪ I'm gonna try try to take us away ♪
♪ It seems so clear here that I can die here ♪
♪ So come with me my baby
♪ These lines are always blurred and I can see ♪
♪ This could tear us apart and if I lose you ♪
♪ Don't know what I would do
♪ 'Cause you girl you are my heart ♪
♪ My heart my heart
♪ I'll wash your blood off in the riverbed ♪
♪ And think of all those words you said ♪
♪ Don't lie to me don't lie to me ♪
♪ Just don't lie to me
♪ Now I'm swimming in the sins of my father ♪
♪ If you know what I mean
♪ Because out here nothing stays clean ♪
[funky rock music]
♪ Counter balance this ledger
♪ With uneven levels
♪ Abandon hope if you enter
♪ It's just dust and devils
♪ Dirt roads and sky
♪ I'm gonna try try to take us away ♪
♪ Take us away