It's four of my prime breeding stock.
Some *** done this to get at me.
Could it have been wild dogs or dingoes?
What?
You ever seen dogs tear into flesh like that?
The entrails all spread out. No, no, no!
That took intelligence.
The Masons told me you give them the meat you can't sell.
- Yeah. - Can you salvage any of this?
No. They wouldn't cross me.
They know which side their bread's buttered.
Whoever did this is a bloody...
A bloody psychopath.
The other three are all torn up, just like this one.
You'd have to seriously hate the bloke
to do something like this while his wife's still missing.
Has anything like this happened before?
It's rare, but yeah, it happens. There are a few theories -
UFOs, satanic rituals, the infamous panther.
Panther!
Should we bring the Yowie in for questioning, Rez?
Sarge, your consultant, Starc's here to see you.
Okay, sure, send him in.
Okay. Come on.
- She's dead. - Who?
Claire Harris.
What makes you say that?
I keep seeing this, everywhere.
It's H for Harris.
It has to be connected to Claire.
What makes you think she's dead?
I can smell it.
The stench of rotting meat.
To me, that's always represented death.
Do you know where she is?
No.
No, that's, that's all I got. I'm sorry.
Okay, if you think of anything else, let me know.
It means a lot...
To be listened to, to be taken seriously.
Surely Damien's not capable of that.
Who knows what he's capable of.
He's a narcissist.
I knew he couldn't keep his trap shut.
I thought you said bringing him onto the case was a bad idea.
No, no, no, I didn't say that.
Hey, Sam, have you seen Rachel today?
Rachel?
Yeah, she cleans for me on Fridays, but she's a no-show.
No. I'm sorry, Tam.
Rachel Griggs, redhead. Bit of a barfly.
It's just weird. She's usually pretty reliable.
Now listen, what I said was,
his ego will eventually get the better of him.
Now, he has told you that Claire Harris is dead.
What you need to get him to tell you is how she died.
That's how you'll nap the ***.
- Hey. - Hey.
You're home early.
- Hey? - Hmm.
Do you mind if I spend the weekend up on The Farm working?
I've had a bit of a breakthrough.
I really want to make the most of it.
Yeah, sure. That's great.
Yeah, I'd really love you to come see
this amazing space I'm working in.
I will soon. I promise.
Well, how about you come tonight.
- Oh... - Rose asked me to invite you.
It's nothing flash. Damien's cooking.
- Damien? - Hm-mm.
Will you come? I can wait for you to get ready.
What's for dinner? I'm literally starving.
Mum and I are going out for dinner,
and you are having frozen pizza.
- Yeah. - What! Ew, no.
Hello.
Hello. Welcome.
Oh, you didn't tell us we had to dress up.
Oh stop it, I threw this on.
So good you could join us, Andie.
That's you, right?
Hmm. What do you think of it?
Oh God, don't ask me. I know nothing about art.
Andie's more of an analytical thinker, aren't you babe?
I guess most cops are.
Oh, nonsense art is for everybody.
Helen, have you shown Andie the studio?
Not yet.
Oh, you should. Helen's making magic happen in there.
- Come on.
Yeah, wow!
This is nice.
It's perfect.
You're doing a painting of yourself?
Well yeah, self-portrait.
Okay, I didn't realise.
Well, you didn't ask.
It's great, and I'm happy for you.
And from an analytical point of view,
the subject is beautiful.
Hmm.
It was his birthday and my very first piece.
Pop had it framed, hung it in the hallway.
I love that your grandfather
was the first person in your life to celebrate your talent.
Yeah, he was. Didn't have the heart to tell him
that he'd hung it upside down though.
I was only six.
Everyone, a toast to Helen.
For finding the courage within yourself
to reawaken your creative spirit.
- To Helen. - To Helen.
To Helen.
Ahh, thank you, for everything.
For the use of your beautiful studio.
sThis delicious meal.
Really, you've been so welcoming, for both of us.
It's about time a woman was in charge of that station.
Sam Dyson is well past his used by date.
We need someone who knows what they're doing.
Especially with everything that's been going on lately.
Did you ever find out who it was,
who set fire to poor Damien's caravan?
Yeah, it was Kirra, our daughter.
She was pressured by some kids as a dare.
We've got her doing community service as a punishment.
- I thought I told you that. - Oh, must be the wine.
Must be.
Damien, we will do whatever we can
to help get you back on your feet.
- Won't we? - I've made the offer.
Well, thank you.
But helping to prove my innocence is already enough.
Cheers.
That dinner was just lovely, Rose.
- Great fire. - Yeah.
Perfect night for it.
Hey, I brought you something.
Belongs to Claire Harris.
If she's dead,
maybe you can use this to tell me how she died.
I can give it a go.
Yeah, definitely a feminine energy.
A motherly energy.
There's a heavy weight...
here.
I'm feeling a sense of, deep sadness...
Grief!
What is it?
Was she strangled?
Are you telling me someone strangled her?
Everything all right?
- Tell me how Claire Harris died. - I can't!
- Tell me how she died. - I can't!
Damien!
Jesus Christ, Andie, he's choking.
I'm going to get you some water.
Why'd you give him my watch?
I was trying to get him to tell me how she died.
So you didn't come here to support me.
You came here to question Damien.
He's a credible suspect. I need to test him.
That's why I gave him your watch.
But it's not Claire's watch. It's my watch.
My suffering! Do you know how that makes me feel?
Oh come on, Hel. Surely you don't believe his horseshit.
Oh, don't do that.
Do you know how you make me feel?
- I get it. - Do you?
I do, and I am sorry.
- No, you're not. - Helen, please...
- Just... just go! - Hel!
- Go! - Helen?
Hello!
Hello?
Hello!?
Morning, Mr. Harris.
What, you here about my dead cattle?
No, I'm actually here to see Maddie. Is she in?
What for?
I need to speak with Maddie, Mr. Harris.
She's resting.
Maddie needs to come down to the station today.
Tell her she needs to lodge a gun licence application,
or she could be charged with firing an unregistered firearm.
She'll need to bring her driver's licence
and a copy of her birth certificate.
Done?
Have a good day.
You old prick!
Mads.
I know you're worried about your mum, Mads. I am too.
Just stop Dad, please. I know I'm a disappointment.
No, you could never be that.
Your mum and I, we wanted a child for so long.
Thought we couldn't have one,
and we were so happy when you came along.
You were our little miracle baby.
We'd be lost without you.
The ranch needs you.
I need you. I...
Dad...
All right, come on.
Let's get out of this room, kid.
G'day Sam, it's Lindsay from Delatite Realty.
Hey look, just calling about the offer on Deb's property.
They've given you a day to accept.
Anyway, when you get this, just give me a call back.
- Cheers... - Lindsay!
Sam!
Listen Lindsay, I still haven't found a home for Deb's horse.
You've had two years to do that.
I know, but I just, I just need more time, that's all.
Look, you've got 24 hours. I'm sorry. Bye.
Lindsay. Listen! Lindsay? Oh, for Jesus' sake!
I just need a copy
of your driver's licence and birth certificate.
Is that it?
And sign and date here, thanks.
- Could I have a word? - Sure.
I think I know where Claire Harris is.
Where?
My wife and I used to hike up to an old logger's camp.
A place called Mitchell's Spur.
Last night, I was there again in a dream
and all around me was that stench, that smell of death.
Mitchell's Spur.
I think that's where you'll find her.
Mitchell's Spur, you know it?
Old logging area.
It's pretty dense forest now.
How easy is it to search there?
Oh, I mean you got the one four-wheel drive track in,
one four-wheel drive track out, and a couple of horse trails.
Why?
Oh, I'm just following up a lead.
You going alone? You want me to join?
No. I'll be back this arvo.
Alright, don't leave the trail and grab a sat phone.
Whoa, whoa.
Good boy, Archie.
***!
All right, I'm coming.
Ah, there you are, Solomon.
You're hungry, aren't you, mate, hey?
I bet you Roger, the tight arse,
doesn't feed you them sweet carrots.
I know, mate.
You miss her.
I miss her too.
I'm retired.
You not get the memo?
I'm calling about the Sarge.
And what about her?
She took off to Mitchell's Spur this morning.
It's past four, I'm looking at the BOM
and there's some weather coming in.
She hasn't been checking in, so I tried calling her.
I tried her phone and her sat and I can't get through.
Anyway, how alarmed should we be?
Well, she's not stupid.
Once the weather turns, she'll cut a track.
Till then keep trying the phones.
Satellites roll past every 15 minutes or so.
She might catch a signal off the next one.
And if she doesn't?
Call me back.
You've reached Sergeant Andie Whitford
of Brokenridge Police.
Leave a detailed message after the tone.
When are you home? I'm bored. Bye.
Hey, you made it. Come in.
This is so bloody cool. You sure this is okay?
Yeah, Dad's taken off somewhere
and Auntie's in the house playing cards.
- What's that? - I'll show you.
Oh, my, God!
We're doing her up.
Dad reckons when I get my licence, she'll be all mine.
- Does it run? - Oh, like a dream.
Come, hop in.
Don't you wish we could just drive away right now?
Away from this boring town and our shitty parents.
Just because they don't get along doesn't mean we can't.
We're not little kids anymore.
- Ben! You in here? - Shit!
Shhh!
Where has this kid gone?
You've reached Sergeant Andie Whitford
of Brokenridge Police. Leave a detailed message.
Mind if I sit this storm out with you?
Of course.
Damien's gone to batten down the hatches at the shop.
You'd think I'd get used to them by now,
but they still scare the hell out of me.
Ah, I'm struggling, with proportions.
I can help you with that.
Good lad.
I'll lead you away.
Look at that. How beautiful.
All right, here you go.
You're free!
Go! Come on!
Come on. Hop! Hop!
I said, "Go, get going!"
What is wrong with you, Solomon?
***!
Go join the wild *** brumbies.
Whoa!
Oh *** it!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Steady Archie, steady!
- Calm down, boy. Calm down!
Archie!
*** it!
Is that all you've got?
Come on! Hit me!
Yeah!
Archie!
Get away! Oh ***!
Don't touch me. Don't *** touch me.
Hey, hey, settle down. It's just me. Whoa!
Okay. Okay.
Owen! Jesus!
- Where are we? - Hiker's hut.
***!
- What happened? - Sam called me.
He sent me out to look for you up at Mitchell's Spur.
Next minute you come flying out of the bush
and whack!
You hit my bloody Hilux.
Just stay down. You need to take it easy.
Here, look! Can I?
You hit me, with your car?
You hit me.
What were you running from?
My horse bolted.
I was just trying and find him.
These are the kayaks me and my dad took up river that day.
Oh, and here's our camp.
This is the rainbow trout I caught.
I hate camping.
I love it. It's my favourite thing.
Can I ask you something personal?
Yeah.
How come you don't live with your mum?
Well, I could if I wanted, but she lives in Melbourne.
You know, this is where I want to be.
The High Country's my home.
You're so weird.
Yeah, probably.
What about you?
Must be kind of cool having two mums.
Sometimes.
And I do have a dad obviously, but...
He's got a new family now, so I never see him.
Must suck.
Hey, I am glad you moved up here.
You're kind of strange,
but I like that.
When can we go?
The river across the track is up.
It'll be worse with the runoff.
Won't be able to go until tomorrow morning.
Shit!
Kirra's at home all alone. She'll be worried.
Ah, she'll be okay.
I should go look for Archie.
You got Buckley's chance of seeing anything out there.
Too dangerous.
So what spooked the horse? The storm?
Wasn't the storm.
Was it a tree or something?
It's going to sound crazy,
but something was out there. I dunno what the hell it was,
but it sounded big. Real big!
Starting to think
it's that bloody Yowie I keep hearing about.
Could be.
Old people say the Yowie is caretaker for Country.
Been here since the beginning, mostly keeps to himself.
Maybe the storm stirred him up.
Hmm.
You don't believe that, do you?
I've seen things that I can't explain,
and things that I shouldn't have seen.
I mean, a lot of people think
our Dreaming stories are just yarns,
but they're more than that.
They're lessons.
Sometimes they're warnings.
So, you never know.
- Maybe it was the Yowie. - Mmm.
I wish I knew more about...
- Of being a Blackfella? - Mmm.
Well you've come to the right place to learn.
You've just got to know who to ask.
You know, Taungurung people are generous people.
Thanks for coming for me.
I know things have been weird between us since...
You accused me of murdering that white woman.
Yeah, well...
It's not easy making friends in my line of work.
I'm not the easiest guy to get along with either.
Hey, tell me, what's the deal with dingoes around here?
I'm convinced I'm being stalked by one.
Oh, they're just making sure that you stay out of trouble,
or trouble stays away from you.
Dingoes are good. They protect us.
Archie!
Andie! Saddle's come off.
- He must have taken a fall. - Shit!
Archie!
Andie!
I'm sorry mate. He broke his back leg.
Good boy.
Good boy, Archie.
Oh, my beautiful boy.
I know you're in pain, mate. Not for much longer.
Oh, you're a good fellow.
Hey...
This is all my fault, mate.
I know you're hurting.
I'm so sorry, Archie.
I shouldn't have brought you up here, mate.
I'm so sorry.
Let me do it for you.
Morning.
Have you been up all night?
Can I have a look?
Hm-mm.
I want that vehicle pulled out of there.
Righto. I'll get Scooter onto it.
You okay Sarge?
Hey, I brought your car in.
Thanks.
Rez, get onto the VIN. Let's find out who owns it.
See if they've reported it stolen.
- Copy that. - Thanks.
Thanks again, for last night.
Well, thank that old man.
He's the one who sent me out of here.
- Sam. - Owen.
What the hell were you thinking?
Coming up here on your own.
I was following a lead.
- What lead? - On Starc.
He told me I might find Claire Harris's body up here,
but all I found was a dead roo and a wrecked Hyundai.
So he lured you up here?
What is it?
Archie broke his leg. I had to put him down.
That ***.
Just let me deal with it.
- Hey. - Hey.
Is, um, Damien there?
Damien? No, he's not.
I haven't seen him since yesterday. Why?
Yesterday?
Yeah, he went to the shop before the storm hit.
I don't think he came back.
Thanks. I've got to go.
Where were you last night?
- I was here. - All night?
Yeah, the shop flooded. It's a, it's a mess.
What happened to you?
I went to Mitchell's Spur, like you said.
There was no sign of Claire Harris.
Okay.
You sent me on a wild bloody goose chase.
Well, not intentionally. I was trying to help.
Your bullshit vision almost got me killed.
Bullshit?
"Stench of death." Oh, I smelt it, all right.
Did you butcher that roo out there,
like you mutilated Harris's cattle?
What cattle? What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about, Damien.
Oh, I get it.
Yeah, right.
I was never your consultant, was I?
You've been trying to set me up.
I trusted you.
But you're just like the rest of them, aren't you?
You're just like Sam.
You *** pig!
Hey big spender. You buying some lippy, hey?
How are you Mum?
My arthritis is playing up,
my back's killing me and there's nothing on telly.
I'll tell you what though.
A very nice young man keeps popping in
to give me a back rub. Did you see him?
No, but maybe next time you should ask for his number.
Oh, maybe I will.
***!
Oh shit! What happened to you?
I need a hug.
Sorry you had to spend last night alone.
It's okay. I'm not a little kid.
Hey, you'll always be our little kid, kid.
I'm spending the night at my friend Lilly's, remember?
Does Mum know?
Yeah, she's got all the contact details.
I'd stay, but Lilly's expecting me.
No, I'm glad you're making friends.
Cool. So can I go?
Keep your phone charged.
Yeah, you can talk.
- Ha, ha, ha. Love you. - Love you back.
Hey Helen, I want to talk to you.
Whoa, whoa, what's wrong?
I had a visit to the shop from your wife.
Okay.
You turned up here pretending to be my friend,
when all the while you've been conspiring against me.
I haven't been conspiring against anyone.
Bullshit! I'm tired of being everyone's punching bag.
I thought that you were on my side.
I am on your side.
I believe you have a gift that can help people.
What, did your wife tell you to say that?
I've seen what you can do.
That watch, that Andie gave you to read.
That wasn't Claire Harris's, it was mine.
What you experienced was about me and my son.
My Charlie.
He died from an asthma attack.
Who's this big fella?
His name's Solomon.
He was Deb's horse.
He's a beauty. Yes you are.
I had to sell her house today.
So I need someone who'd look after him better than I can.
I'll take good care of him.
I know you will.
Come in.
There's just so much country out there, Sam.
And sometimes I just, I just feel really lost.
Way out of my depth.
Maybe I'm not, um, cut out for being up here.
Listen, if I'm cut out for it, then anyone is.
- Hmm? - Yeah.
I'm just missing Archie.
I'm sorry you never got to know Deb.
You'd have liked her.