There'll be a hundred thousand hectares
of hazard production burns across the state this...
Prices at rock bottom for one day only,
just this weekend.
Rose?
Rose!
Sarge. Blue backpack. 45 litre.
Picked it up at a shop in Mansfield.
Identical to the one Jean Grierson used.
Good. I want photos for the circular. Anything from KALOF?
Ah, no sightings of Starc. He's gone up in smoke.
I've got the extra sat-phone, Sarge.
Great.
Wait, what's he doing up here?
Michael Novak. Public servant, Brighton East.
Vanished here 12 months ago. Never been found.
Yeah, he's the dill who ran out of petrol up on Timbertop.
It's a rookie mistake leaving your vehicle, it's nothing suss.
It could be part of a pattern.
It might not be linked, but Rez is right,
got to look at every angle.
Hey, what's up?
What the hell are you doing here?
I've had half the state police force looking for you.
I've been here.
They found your caravan burnt out.
Yeah, I was in it when those bastards firebombed me.
I barely got out of it alive.
And you didn't think to let anyone know that you were okay?
Well, who would care?
There's people in this town who want to see me dead,
thanks to you involving me in this case.
Ah, she's in here.
I'm going to want to talk to you.
- Oh, you alright? - Yes! Oh, thank you.
I'm Sergeant Whitford, Ms. De Vigny.
I told Helen I didn't need the hospital or the police.
Ms. De Vigny, I'm investigating a murder
and two missing locals.
What happened to you
could be linked to what's happening around here.
Oh no, I'm sure they were just trying to scare me.
Scare you? Why?
For harbouring the town pariah, of course.
There's a lot of hysteria in this town over Damien.
Is Damien Starc a friend of yours?
Well he's helped me through some tough times.
Yes, the man has a gift.
Did you recently fire a gun at a man on this property?
My niece's ex, Joel. I fired into the air.
Is it possible that he did this to you?
No, he's a domestic abuser.
Worst kind of coward.
I'm going to need a full statement.
Oh no, please.
Without one I cannot investigate this properly.
Look, it'll just inflame the situation.
I'd rather you put your efforts
into clearing poor Damien's name.
We'll start with your car details, registration?
Ahh...
She's playing it cool now,
but when I found her, she was pretty freaked out.
Shit babe, so was I.
You did the right thing in calling me.
God, it was safer in the city.
Come here.
See you tonight.
- How long have you been here? - Since the fire.
I called Rose and she kindly offered me sanctuary.
Did you see who torched your van?
Any ideas who it might've been?
Take your pick.
Okay, I'll look into it.
Just pulled an all-nighter?
Waste of fucking time.
If they haven't been found now, they never will be.
Just so we're clear,
I find out you boys had anything to do with that fire
at Starc's caravan,
I'll come down on you like a ton of shit.
Wasn't us.
Showbag. No whistle, Showbag. Bring the torch back. Alright.
You're not going to believe it. Starc's at Rose's place.
What?
Rose's fine, but whoever attacked her is still out there.
Alert all the searches out there to be extra cautious.
Righto. Well, perfect timing then,
because you guys can make up a group of three.
You all geared up for the night, just in case?
Yep.
Maintain visual contact with your team,
because if there's some maniac out there,
your radio is only good in line of sight. Alright?
Yep.
Copy that.
Base station to all searchers, heads up guys.
We've had an incident in the local area
that may or may not be related to the current search.
Yeah.
Made a fresh pot.
You tell Andie everything?
So you should. Honesty, openness,
keys to a successful partnership.
Do you believe in karma, Helen?
Ah...
Yes, absolutely. It's the bookkeeper in me.
Oh, you don't think you deserve what happened to you?
You're the victim here, Rose.
Damien's the real victim here.
You know what he's been accused of?
Those monsters tried to burn him alive.
And now a woman's been murdered. More people are missing.
I think it's this town's karma for the way they've treated him.
Thanks for the tea.
I've tried.
I'm not getting anything.
Try harder.
You predicted it. You saw me in the woods.
Why can't you see who attacked me?
All I'm getting is your fear.
I need to know who and why.
You know why.
You know, why.
If I knew why I wouldn't bother asking you.
David!
Claire!
Showbag, there's a reflection away to the east.
I reckon about 2 ks away. I'm going to check it out.
Yeah, roger that. Keep in contact.
Whitford.
Heard from Showbag that you're not answering your radio.
I checked the coordinates on your sat-phone.
You're way outside your search grid, Sarge.
Are you lost?
No, Brett, I'm not lost.
I was following a sighting.
Okay, from where you are,
you're not going to be back here before dark.
I've got my gear.
I'll manage!
The search for missing couple, Claire Harris...
Can you get that!
...continues in the Victorian High Country.
Sure, but what is it?
Ah, just answer it.
- Hello? - Hi Ki.
Oh, hey Andie.
Yeah, Mum's just making dinner.
When are you home?
I'm out camping in the bush.
You hate camping.
She's what?
Okay, I'll put you onto Mum. Bye, have fun.
What is going on?
I got caught up in the search
and now it's too far back to base.
But don't worry, I've got a tent.
Oh! Don't worry! Andie, your the world's worst camper.
Please tell me you're not alone.
Relax, Hel, I got my gun.
- Have you at least got food? - Yeah.
I'm making up lasagna.
Oh, really?
Oh well, maybe you can take the leftovers up to Rose
and you can spoon-feed her.
Hey?
Is everything okay?
Yeah, of course.
Just missing ya.
I wish you were here, safe with me.
Yeah, me too.
It's actually pretty beautiful where I am.
The sky.
Wish you could see it.
Oh, I'm looking at it now.
Nah, it's different up here.
Everything's different.
The sound, the air, the country.
It's so...
I don't...
- It's like... - Hello?
No, you're dropping out.
Oh shit. I think I'm going to lose the satellite.
Hey, I love you.
Hey! Hey, who's out there?
I'm a police officer!
Coming to the vigil tonight?
Earth to Andie.
Oh, thanks Tammy
Yeah, everyone's talking about Rose De Vigny.
Whole town's on edge.
And Damien's caravan?
Well some people are saying he torched it himself
to cover his tracks.
We don't know that.
Well, he's hiding up there with Rose.
Must be guilty of something.
If he is Tammy, then I'll make sure he pays for it.
Pretty nice view, isn't it?
So you and the Sergeant, eh?
Mustn't be easy.
You probably thought you were coming up here
for a quiet life.
Yeah...
I better get back.
Stress can poison a marriage.
My wife, she never believed what they said about me. Never!
But when most of the people in this town
turned against me, she couldn't cope.
It was the way that they looked at her,
like she knew what I'd done and she accepted it.
It was just so insidious.
I don't blame her for taking off. She lives in Sydney now.
She got remarried. They've got two young kids.
My ex-partner has a new family too.
Despite the cold,
people have turned out tonight in the main street
to show their support and demand answers from local police
as to why two of their own went missing
and are yet to be found.
Tonight marks the end of the fifth day
in the search for missing High Country pair,
Claire Harris and David Miers.
Concerns have escalated
after the attempted abduction two nights ago...
Andie!
So, Starc turns up at Rose De Vigny's farm
same day she's attacked on the road.
I told you he could escalate.
I'm surprised you didn't arrest him.
I need something called evidence, first.
- Can I show you something? - Hm-mm.
Get your expert opinion.
Where'd you take these?
About 5 ks east of Newman's Hut.
I spent last night there alone.
What were you doing up there on your own?
This is the last photo taken, obviously not by me.
3:23 this morning. Asleep in my tent.
Ah, sounds like Ghillie Jack to me.
Jack Stoll, ex-army fella.
He was kicked out of the Corps years ago.
He's been living in the bush up there ever since.
Why do you call him Ghillie Jack?
He's a bit of an odd bod, maybe even a pest.
He's been known to do some strange things over the years.
Like getting around in a Ghillie suit.
I've got a town full of anxious people.
I can't believe you haven't mentioned it.
Jack's eccentric.
Maybe even a nutter, but he's no murderer.
I still need to question this bloke.
Huh, he's an expert in counter-surveillance, Andie.
And I'm like a dog on a bone.
- I'll bring him in. - Hmm.
How's Rose?
Okay.
I spoke to Damien today about his ex-wife.
Pretty sad story.
Yeah, don't let him suck you in. He did that to me,
he made me feel sorry for him.
You weren't alone with him?
No.
He said he was up at the farm
when Rose was attacked.
Do you know if that's true or anyone seen him up there?
What? You think he did that to Rose?
Maybe it's not a great idea that you go back up there.
I'd just feel happier if you kept clear of him.
It was your idea for me to paint again in the first place.
I'm not saying you can't paint.
Oh, where? In the kitchen?
I go up to the farm to work.
Okay.
But just promise me you won't be alone with that guy, ever.
I'm serious, Helen.
Okay. Yes ma'am!
Ah, we're wasting our time, mate.
Come on.
What is it, Archie?
Stand, Archie.
Ahh...
Rose, can I get you something to eat?
Rose?
Sophie! Jesus.
Have you seen Rose?
I think she went to the shed.
A bit odd though. She took her gun.
Oh Rose, don't!
Are you spying on me? Get out!
No, I was just, I was, I was worried.
Sophie said you were up here with your gun.
Get out!
Found them.
Big bush. Small binoculars.
Recognise them? They were at Newman's Hut.
Ever go there, looking for stuff to steal?
I don't steal, I scavenge.
You're known to terrorise hikers on the trail.
I'm not a terrorist.
You just like to have some fun, hey?
Give them a bit of a scare.
Having fun's not a crime.
Possessing unregistered firearms is!
And then there's this...
Trespass!
Using a telecommunication device to menace.
Plus it's weird.
You use this to scare people away?
You've got no idea what that is.
Enlighten me.
I recorded them sounds in the bush.
Sent 'em to me mate in the city,
who specialises in cryptozoology.
He ran 'em through his machine.
Nothing known, human or animal,
is capable of making those sounds.
If you're asking me who took those missing people.
Yowies?
- Seriously? - I've seen them.
I suppose Yowies did all this?
Hung up some decorations, strung up the pig.
Went shopping for the wire in town, did they?
I set that, trying to trap one.
Yeah, you're pretty good at setting traps.
I like me privacy.
You don't like people getting too close.
Did Claire Harris and David Miers get close?
Did they get caught in one of your traps?
You can't pin this shit on me.
You roam the High Country.
You're known to scare hikers.
Did you come across Jean Grierson four months ago
on the Buller to Stirling trail?
Did you try to scare her? Did you do more than scare her?
Come on, tell me where you really got these binoculars from
and don't give me that, "I found 'em" bullshit.
Where's Claire Harris and David Miers?
What have you done to them, Jack?
Where are they?
Hey, look... Shit!
- Put him on his side. - Jack! Jack?
Ambulance. Brokenridge Police Station.
Oh, it was some kind of seizure,
but we'll run some tests and let you know.
Thanks.
Brokenridge 370 to Brokenridge 250.
Brokenridge 250.
Yeah, I'm on my way back from the search area, Sarge.
I've located Rose De Vigny's car.
Whereabouts?
2 ks east of Nelson's Flat.
I've notified Mansfield Crime Scene.
Okay, good work.
Hey Rez, can you follow these fellas to Mansfield
and then organise a watch with the local coppers, 24/7.
Thanks.
- Also, Sarge. - Ah, go ahead Brett.
You see that email from forensics?
Um, what email?
Analysis on the steel tip
found in Jean Grierson's collarbone.
Murder weapon's been identified.
- A Dang Hua hunting knife? - That's the one.
Hello, what's your name?
Kayden Shanks.
And do you know who I am, Kayden?
- The new copper. - Hmm.
The other day when I was here,
you were playing with one of these.
Can you tell me where you got it?
Kayden?
He got it off that arsehole, Damien Starc.
Go get yourself a snag buddy.
I caught Kayden in Starc's caravan
and not for the first time.
I warned Starc to stay the hell away from my kid.
He wouldn't listen.
- You were pissed off? - Well, wouldn't you be?
Oh, I didn't do that.
No, no, no, no, no. No way!
Now you need to be talking to
one of these little shits over here.
Yeah, you. I'm looking at you, Finn McKenzie.
I saw what you did, mate.
I didn't do nothing. Bullshit!
I saw one of them light that bottle up and throw it.
- It wasn't me. - Well, it was one of ya.
Okay, so who was it?
Either you kids tell me who torched the van
or I'll arrest the lot of you.
It was me.
I did it.
It was an accident.
You accidentally threw a flaming bottle of petrol at a caravan?
I was aiming at one of the rubbish bins, I just missed.
Why were you throwing it at all?
It was a dare.
Those kids dared her to do it,
if she wanted to be part of their gang.
Their what?
You lied to me, both of you.
You told me it would be okay here. It's not.
It fucking sucks!
You also told me to make friends.
Make friends! Not join a gang.
Oh God, they're not like that.
Seriously Mum, you just don't get it.
Tough day at the office?
This town is starting to give me the shits, Sam.
Well, unlike you, I've had a bit of luck.
I caught these little buggers in the Delatite,
and that's not easy.
It's an east-west orientation, so it's exposed to the sun.
So, how did you two meet?
Um...
AA.
Andie was there for her mum. I was there for me.
Ah, sounds a... romantic.
[Helen and Rose laughing]
Guess it must have worked.
12 years later, still sober.
Here's to love, sobriety and family.
You don't believe in love then Kirra, huh?
Oh, she's had a big day.
Yeah, so I heard.
It's all over town.
Russell Shanks told Scooter
and well, Scooter's got a mouth on him like a Murray Cod.
Oh great,
well let's just hope they gossip for a day
and then they forget about it.
I wouldn't bet on it.
It won't be forgotten.
At least not until she's charged.
- Oh, you can't. - What?
- You're charging me. - You can't charge her.
She firebombed someone's home.
Well you heard her, it was an accident.
I've got no choice. I have to treat you like anyone else.
But she's not anyone else. She's our daughter.
Do we have to talk about this now?
What do you know about farming, Kirra?
You see, when I was in charge, I set up a community program
to put young offenders to work on local farms.
Young offenders!
Andie's right, I'm afraid.
She is going to have to charge Kirra.
It's a pretty serious offence too.
I mean, it'd be hard to argue lack of intent,
given it was a Molotov cocktail.
I've teed it up with Grant next door.
Six days a week, 5:30 to 7:30.
In the afternoon?
No, in the mornings.
That's when most of Grant's work gets done.
You might even learn a thing or two.
No way.
Who said you have a choice?
Sorry about that.
It's the crusty old cop in me.
Thanks for the fish.
Shovel the manure into this, then wheel it outside
and dump it in the shit pit.
When you're finished here,
you can do the bigger yards down back.
Helen, you're not going are you?
Please, I am so sorry about yesterday.
I'm still a bit jumpy after what happened,
but pointing a gun at you is unforgivable.
The box, it's my rainy day stash.
Money from farmer's markets over the years.
Income I haven't declared.
Well, you know how tight things are at the moment.
Cash off the books.
You sure you want to be telling your bookkeeper that.
Ex-bookkeeper.
You won't say anything, will you? Especially to Andie.
It's none of my business.
I won't say anything to Andie or anyone.
Thank you.
I don't want you to think badly of me.
What is it? Kirra?
Kirra's at school. I'm here to talk to Ms. De Vigny.
Oh Sergeant, please call me Rose.
Did Senior Constable Sweet contact you yesterday?
About my car? Yes.
Yes, it's in town now.
I'll arrange to have it brought back up to you today.
But Crime Scene found fingerprints inside it
that were a match for a, um, he's a bushy. He's ex-army.
- The Ghillie man? - You know him?
Well no, but he's a local legend.
He told Mansfield police that he found your car
and siphoned the tank.
I still want to talk to him,
but I reckon he either dropped that tree
or he acted opportunistically.
So he didn't target me?
You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Oh!
Excuse me.
Mr. Starc, can I have a word?
I found out who torched your van.
It was a group of local kids. They did it as a dare.
Let me guess, Finn McKenzie and his mates?
Actually it was my daughter, Kirra,
who threw the Molotov cocktail.
She didn't mean to hit your van, but that's no excuse.
She's going to be charged and we will personally pay
for a new caravan and anything else that you need.
That's okay.
It's insured.
Look, I really want you to keep working with me
as a consultant on this case.
I promise we'll keep it just between the two of us.
I think you could have a lot to offer.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Sergeant Whitford.
I don't want a tablet.
Okay. Okay. It's going to make you feel better.
No, no, no, no.
For God's sake, just take the damn pill, Mum.
Good job.
Good work. I am so sorry.
I just got on shift and no one knows how she got out.
Everyone is mortified. Thank you.
Where were you going?
Home.
This is home now. You can't go back to Melbourne.
You never liked that other place.
All you ever did was complain about it.
Why am I here?
I told you,
to be close to me.
- Andrea? - Yes, Mum.
Why are you wearing that?
I'm a police officer.
I know that, but you don't wear that outfit.
Not for years.
Gone back to uniform.
You been demoted, love?
- Ah! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Get out of way. - Hey, someone stop him.
Jack! Jack! Stop where you are right now!
Stop right there.
He got away, Sarge.
This better be good.
He unscrewed the railing on his bed
and jimmied opened the window.
I stepped out for half a minute.
He's our chief suspect.
Fuck suck, Reza!
Whoa.
I need your help.
With what?
Tracking.
Because I'm a black fella?
Fair call.
Who you trying to track?
Ghillie Jack. He's escaped.
We've been out to his old camp, but he's cleared out.
Just need you to pick up his trail
and point me in the right direction.
Oh right, and you'll take it from there, will you?
- Can you roll that swag up? - Sure.
Look, I'll just head out there myself.
You'll just get in the way.
Pffft...
I just need to know where his new camp is.
You get eyes on, report back to me.
You cannot engage him.
Engage him? That guy's a nut job.