Yeah?
Alright.
OK.
Jay. G'day, Robbo.
What's the story?
The truckie pulled up to check his trailers,
heard a wild dog growling from under the bridge,
smelt something rotten.
How did he know it was a wild dog?
Guess he just knows the difference, I suppose.
You know, between a wild dog and a wild kind of normal dog.
You let Macka talk to the truckie?
Guess he just let himself, mate.
Are these your footprints?
Yeah, I guess they are.
The other ones there belong to the truck driver.
Why isn't this crime scene locked off?
I didn't think we'd worry about it out here, Jay.
It's the middle of nowhere.
You know her?
Yeah.
She's a local girl.
I'll send a car out, then. No.
I better do it myself.
How's it going, Jim?
Nice to see you back, Detective.
Laceration to the throat consistent with a knife wound,
capable of causing death.
Time of death, 48, 72 hours ago.
Probably wasn't here.
Few post-trauma wounds around the upper arm.
Probably K9 in origin.
Yeah.
Truckie said he saw a dog growling in here.
Big bastard, was he?
The dog, I mean.
I don't know. He didn't see it.
But he said it was a wild one.
How did he know it was a wild dog, Jay?
I was reading about wild dogs.
They were terrorising a town in Russia
or some place.
People were too scared to go out at night.
Get this, the dogs had learnt to travel on the subway.
They'd take the late-night trains into the city and scavenge for food
and take the early morning train back out.
Can you believe that? Dogs taking trains.
It's a crazy world, getting crazier.
What have you got there, Jim?
A wild grass seed.
Oh, look at that.
Last moments of life.
It's a picture, ain't it?
That's basically when I found the body.
Thanks for calling it in. Cheers.
Jay. Sarge.
Bit early for ice-cream.
Nice welcome home for you.
Hope they taught you something down there in the big smoke.
Who is she?
Her name's Julie Mason.
I haven't seen her in a while.
Sarge, you know I've had nothing like this.
I know, Jay.
But sooner or later you're going to get it.
I guess today's your lucky day.
So what can you give me?
I've got every spare wheel in the drug squad or the theft squad.
Frank's leaving tomorrow. Don't forget his dinner's tonight.
You're just going to have to ride bareback for a while.
There's too much other shit going down.
Things have changed since you've been away.
Sarge, we got a young girl stuffed under the highway.
I know.
I know, Jay.
Just see what you can come up with. OK?
This feeling, which is very similar. But...
Hang on.
Jay. Jay. You got something for me?
Have you got something? I got no comment.
Come on, mate.
Was she a local girl? Come on, Macka.
Come on, Jay, this is your first big case.
You'll be surprised how much I can help you out.
We'll see what happens, if I need your help I'll let you know.
Just off the record. Off the record. Something.
Thanks, Macka.
Come on, mate. I need something.
What time did you find her?
No comment, Macka.
Ashley. You there?
Yeah, what?
It's Julie.
She was found dead this morning.
True? Yeah.
I'm sorry.
She was found under the highway, out of town.
She's been there a few days.
You know if anyone wanted to hurt Julie?
I don't know much about what she was up to these days.
When was the last time you saw her?
I don't remember what day it was now.
Ashley.
Did Julie wear any jewellery?
She had a silver necklace
with her name on it.
Gave it to her when she was little.
Did Julie have a phone?
Like that one.
Like this one. You sure?
I need a drink or something.
Rightio. 69.
6, 9, 20. Number 4.
45, 4, 5, 54.
5, 4, 79, 7, 9, 70.
7, 0, number 9.
24, 2, 4, 75, 7, 5, 37.
Hey, nephew.
Hey, old boy.
I still see you're dying your hair.
How's it going?
No good. Them kids, they busted me out again.
How's the neighbourhood.
She's pretty wild these days, nephew.
Lots of drugs and shit going on.
A new drug lab started up out of town.
There's more than enough people walking around on the gear,
going schizo.
You know Julie Mason
who belongs to Ashley?
Yeah, I know her.
What do you know about her?
So what's going on?
I'm not too sure.
Julie's into a bit of shit.
Mostly drugs.
I know she owes a lot of fellas money.
People say she's been going out with truckies.
What do you mean? Having sex with them for money.
Trucks pick them up just out of town.
They usually take them up out there and park near the big antenna.
What about her friends? She got a few.
I seen her getting around with that Tarni Williams.
She lives in your old street.
It's a green-roof house across from the red-roof house.
Right next to the park.
Thanks, old boy.
Hey, you watch your back.
Time to get my money back, hey.
Hey, you kids.
Hey, cuz.
Your parents home?
What about Tarni?
Is she home?
Tarni, someone's here for you.
What?
I just want to ask you a few questions.
About what?
About Julie Mason.
I got nothing to say.
Tarni.
- That bad? - Is it something I said?
I'd just like to start by saying, Frank,
you're a real one.
Thanks.
Scarce as rock on horse shit.
Seriously, it's been a long time.
I reckon the drug squad's going to be lost without you. Johnno?
Speak for yourself, Sarge.
It's going to be hard to replace you.
It's hard to replace anyone out here.
As you know, this joint was robbed five times last month
by the same teenage kid.
And just last week a junkie held a knife to a woman's throat
just across the road from here.
And let us never forget poor young constable Bobby Rogers
who died last year in the line of duty.
God bless his soul and family. Here, here.
Jesus, maybe we should all shoot through while we still can.
But for some of us, it's the only home we know.
And we gotta stop the rot, and protect our way of life.
We hope you think of us when you're sinking cold ones
on that tropical isle.
Raise your glasses.
Let's drink a toast to... what's your name again?
- Frank and Joyce. To Frank and Joyce. - Frank and Joyce.
Happy trails.
Good on you, Frank.
How's it going?
Not bad.
You here about that girl, are you?
Yeah. That's right.
I tell you now I don't know nothing about it.
That might be true but I still need to ask you a few questions.
Yeah, well,
I got a herd of cattle here I gotta dredge.
Won't get done by itself.
I understand, mister...
Bailey. Sam Bailey.
Mr. Bailey, do you remember seeing any cars stopping down the highway
on Friday or Saturday night?
There's always someone stopping there.
Mostly truckies checking their load, I guess.
What about last Friday or Saturday night?
Might have been.
I don't recall any details.
Like I said, I don't know nothing about it.
Normally in bed by 9:00, I'm up at sparrow's.
Do you remember seeing anything strange out here lately?
Well, few of these wild dogs running around everywhere.
Killed two of my young calves last week.
Only other thing strange is these young hoodlums come out from town,
trying to steal everything I own.
I got signs, guard dogs, bloody car alarms,
don't stop that little bloke's hands getting on something.
Are you a real copper
or one of them black trackers who turns on his own type?
No disrespect intended.
How much land you got here, Mr. Bailey?
Far as you can see.
That's a lot of dirt.
Yeah, I guess.
Your children will have a pretty good future then, won't they?
You're a lucky man.
You know your way back to town, don't you?
Got a smile on him like a shot fox.
Johnno. Jay boy.
I'm going to have to get back to you, Jack.
I will, but later.
Oo-roo.
What? What do you know
about young girls prostituting to truckies on the highway?
Come on, Jay.
It's only rumours.
Nothing's ever been officially reported.
Well, I want to put a sting on the truck drivers.
We'll put a young girl out on the highway
and get a pool of suspects.
Where am I going to get the men for that?
What makes you think you're looking for a truckie?
Come on, Sarge. This shit has to be cleaned up anyway.
One war at a time, Jay.
It's all we can afford.
I'll tell you what.
I'll put in a request for a reward for information.
A reward.
Jesus, Sarge.
That's the best I can do.
Jay, got Jim on line one for you.
Approximate time of death occurred sometime last Friday night.
Cause of death is definitely from the laceration across the trachea,
probably from a, say, 20cm-knife with a serrated edge.
Like a hunting knife.
Yeah. But not a cheap one.
High quality. Very sharp.
And the bite marks are definitely from a dog.
A bloody big one.
You got any fibres?
Hang on a sec. Yeah.
Yeah. Light brown fibre
was found in one of the girl's fingernails.
It's been sent away for analysis.
What's it look like?
I really couldn't say, mate.
What about the blood tests?
Nothing really.
Pretty much came up with a blank, except for minute alcohol traces.
Alright. Thanks, Jim.
No worries, mate.
G'day, Jay.
Long time no see.
Hey, Mick, how you going? Can't complain.
How's your old man's Winchester holding up?
Still shooting straight.
Don't make them like that anymore.
What can I do you for?
What have you got in the way of hunting knives?
Let's see.
This is the range I got here
but I could get something in special on order if you want.
Give us a look at that big Black Hawk you got there.
She's a beauty.
You sold many of these lately?
Yeah, quite a few.
Pig hunters and roo shooters just love them.
You remember who you might have sold them to?
Gee whiz.
Memory's not what it used to be
and only take cash for those so I've got no records.
Thanks, Mick.
This wouldn't have anything to do with that girl
they found on the highway.
I really can't say, Mick.
Thought as much.
I'll take a box of your best .308s. Hollow points.
Yeah, no problems, Jay.
How are you going, my little brothers?
Good. You copper, bro?
Yeah.
We hate coppers, bro.
We kill coppers, bro.
Who you looking for?
Ashley. You seen her?
They gone.
Gone where?
Different town.
Yeah? How'd they go?
Train.
OK. Thanks, little brother.
I found a phone like that.
Yeah? Where did you find it?
Just there.
Just there on the road.
Yeah.
Is that a real gun?
What do you think?
Can I look at it?
Tell me what you did with that phone first.
Then I'll give you a look at my gun.
Show me your gun first.
Let me hold it.
You're not allowed to look at it.
Thanks, little brother.
Heard you was back.
How you been, Mary?
Not bad.
What you up to?
Oh, not much.
Just working.
Still working hard.
Heard you're a big detective now.
Yeah.
Guess so.
You must be on good money?
You look good.
Yeah.
Except for...
You know what I'm like.
Not going to back away from a fight, am I?
Is Crystal home?
You here about Julie?
You know about her?
So what, you're just here for work?
Not here to see your daughter.
Crystal.
Your father wants you.
What you been doing?
Nothing. Just Facebook and I'm watching TV.
What happened to you?
Just fighting.
How you going with your mother?
Still drinking.
All the time.
You know Julie Mason's dead.
You good friends with Tarni?
Sort of.
What did Julie call you about?
Nothing much.
Was she in trouble?
She never said anything about it.
Did you know she was going with truckies out on the highway?
Crystal, maybe you should come and live with me for a while.
What for?
Get out of here for a few months. It'll do you good.
What about I get a job for you?
Like what?
I don't know, like in a dress shop or something.
What am I going to do in a dress shop?
Jay boy.
Hey, Johnno.
What you doing out here in the middle of the night?
Oh, you know. Working late.
You work too hard, Jay boy. Too hard.
You should learn to relax a bit.
Maybe you should ask Sarge for a bit of downtime.
Yeah. I wish.
Yeah, don't we all? Don't we all?
What about you guys? What are you doing?
You know, just doing a bit of intelligence. Intelligence work.
Intelligence work?
Yeah. Intelligence work.
We've been working out here a long time now. A long time.
We've gone a long, long way to get where we are.
Is that right? Yeah.
And we'd really hate for someone to come along
and fuck up all our hard work.
Can I...
Can I ask you something, Jay boy?
From one cop to another.
You ever kill anyone?
Come on, Johnno.
No, I mean by accident.
Sounds like you're the one who needs a break.
No, seriously, Jay boy.
Would you tell anyone?
You know, if you did.
I mean, if you could get away with it,
would you tell anyone?
Is there something you want to tell me, Johnno?
No, I'm just fucking with you, Jay boy. Just fucking with you.
Yeah, well, I better get home to sleep.
Yeah, good idea, Jay. Good idea.
Maybe we could go out for a feed sometime,
have a bit of a yarn.
Bit of a yarn.
Yeah, maybe.
No worries.
Goodnight, Jay boy.
Jay.
Hey, Sarge. How are the grandkids?
Spoilt.
Nice horse.
It's a year old.
Worth a penny.
Or two.
You know your horses.
I'd expect that from a bloke whose father was head stockman
round these parts.
My first memories are on the back of his horse
out at Slaughter Hill Station.
That's before everyone left the mission and moved into town.
The simple life, Jay?
Whatever happened to it?
Warming up.
Yeah, she's going to be a hot one, alright.
I could do with a bit of amber.
Cheers, Jay.
So, how's it going?
Still looking for a truckie?
I don't know what I'm looking for.
It's hard to keep track of these young girls.
They don't like talking much.
I can imagine.
What do you know about Johnno before he joined the cops?
What do you mean?
I saw him out on the highway last night with Robbo.
He was acting a bit strange.
He probably thought the same thing about you.
He's from up north.
He got in a bit of trouble
and the police up there had to cop a transfer.
What kind of trouble?
I don't know the details to be honest.
What do you reckon he was doing out there?
Not too sure.
Now, come on, Jay.
Don't get all paranoid on me.
Sometimes Johnno's got to go for a while without a wash.
That red dust can be hard to get off.
What if that red dust don't come off no matter how hard you try?
Come on, Jay.
Your hands are going to get a bit grubby from time to time.
You'll get used to it.
Johnno's doing a good job.
He's got some big busts coming up.
Just make sure you don't get caught in the middle.
It's OK.
Been there all my life.
What, caught in the middle?
Yeah, I guess you have, you poor bugger.
Don't get in anyone's way.
I'll get you some help as soon as I can.
I just remembered there's something I got to do.
I'll see you later, Jay.
Yeah. No worries. Thanks, Sarge.
What are you doing here?
What's going on?
With what?
With Crystal.
What about her?
What's she hanging round those crazy girls for?
She's been hanging round them girls for years.
She got a boyfriend?
I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?
Because she won't talk tome. Course she won't.
She told me you asked her to go live with you.
She spent the whole night in her room crying after that.
Nothing I could say to her.
You're too late, Jay.
10 years too fucking late.
What happened to you?
What?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Living over there by yourself in that big empty house.
Who do you think you are?
What did you want me to do?
Stay around and watch you drink your life away.
I did that with my old man.
You weren't doing too badly yourself, remember?
Least I'm trying to make a difference.
Yeah.
How's it working for you?
You see, I know I got problems.
I made mistakes.
But at least I know who I am.
Do you, really?
G'day, Mr. Murray.
Mr. Murray.
Who's there?
Mr. Murray?
Who wants to know?
I'm Detective Jay Swan.
Policeman?
You don't have to worry about me driving without a license anymore.
Old girl finally packed it in.
I got everything I need right here.
Until my old wheels pack it in.
That's the roadkill. I eat the roadkill.
Kangaroos and rabbits,
occasional pig.
Can't combat the foxes.
You just got to be quicker than those mongrels.
See them on the way in, did you?
See who, Mr. Murray?
Fuckers are everywhere now.
What's everywhere?
Those mongrel wild dogs.
Fuckers came in, they tore him to bits.
Bless his little soul.
I'm sorry about your dog, Mr. Murray.
Dog?
He was more than a dog.
Was everything.
Mr. Murray...
do you remember you called the police
a few months ago?
You said you saw one of those wild dogs
out on the highway.
You said it was carrying something in its mouth.
You said it was a human bone.
A human bone. Yeah.
That's right, Mr. Murray.
You said you saw one of those dogs out on the highway
and it was carrying a human bone in its mouth.
And you said something terrible had happened.
Do you remember, Mr. Murray?
Could have been.
My memory stopped where it was and never be the same again.
You also said the police should check the town for missing people.
Do you remember, Mr. Murray?
You don't know what something is...
until it ain't there anymore.
When time has its way with you...
not even your dreams can bring it back.
Hey, nephew.
Hey, old boy. How you going?
Why didn't you tell me Julie was murdered?
I couldn't say too much.
You know? Secret police business. Yeah, right.
You know the family used to live here?
Yeah, but I don't want any trouble or anything. Know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm getting at here?
Yeah, don't worry.
I get you.
I won't say anything.
That mob moved out some time ago. Do you know why?
A lot of trouble in there. Lots of trouble.
Kids are out and on drugs, booze, carrying on fighting.
I remember the old man in there
held the baby over the oven,
threatened he was going to cook the baby in the oven.
Serious, he was, too.
Was there a teenage girl living here? Nellie Dargon.
Yeah, she was living there for a while
but she moved out.
Did she have any friends?
Yeah. Next door there.
She belonged to Mavis Macdonald. Jasmine's her name.
Jasmine, yeah. She a good girl, too.
OK. Thanks, uncle. I'll catch up with you later on.
Right. And don't forget...
Keep it dark.
OK. Don't worry. I'll keep it dark.
Yep.
Mrs. Macdonald.
I was wondering if I could have a word with Jasmine. Is she home?
What's this about?
I want to ask her a few questions about her friend
that used to live next door, Nellie Dargon.
That crazy house.
Jasmine.
Policeman wants you.
Yeah, she was on drugs and grog.
What kind of drugs?
Anything. She didn't care.
What about you? You take drugs?
No way. My nan'd kill me and send me to hell.
Did she have a boyfriend?
No. No-one could handle her.
She used to see this one fella.
What fella?
I don't know.
She said he'd give her drugs and grog if she meet him at the motel.
What motel?
Dust Till Dawn.
Did she ever say if this fella was black or white?
Whitefella.
Do you know my girl, Crystal?
Yeah, I know her.
Does she ever do this kind of thing,
like Nellie did?
I don't know her that well.
OK.
Thanks, Jasmine.
How you going?
Pretty good now.
Do you have any regular customers?
Yeah. One or two.
Some truck drivers, contractors.
Did any of them stay here around October 10?
Let me just check for you.
Got one.
It's a William Smith.
Do you have a vehicle registration number?
No. He always left that part blank, actually.
Can you remember what this William Smith looked like?
I get so many people through here. I can't remember.
He was an average looking cowboy, I guess.
Hey, you must have worked with that poor young police officer.
Which police officer?
That young Bobby Rogers. He was killed out on the highway.
He came in here, too, last year.
You know, asking me if I had any regulars.
Is that a fact? Yeah.
That was a terrible thing, for that poor man's wife and child.
Just terrible.
Do you remember what type of vehicle
this William Smith was driving at the time?
Let me think.
It may have been white utility.
That's right.
Covered in spotlights and bull bars.
Like a hunter's truck.
Yeah, I guess so.
Hey, you know what? The strange thing.
He always asked for the same room.
How's it going?
You that Abo copper?
The old man's not here. He's out droving.
That's OK. Actually, I wanted to talk to you.
Is that right?
Yeah.
I was wondering if you saw any vehicles pull up on the highway
last Friday night.
Can't say that I did.
What were you doing last Friday night?
I was working.
Where do you work?
Roo shooter.
I run the meat freezer in town.
You got any witnesses to prove your whereabouts?
How many do you want?
So, you're a roo shooter?
That's right.
You'd be a pretty crack shot then, wouldn't you?
What do you fucking think?
What are you packing?
Rem 700.
Pull a head shot from a thousand yards.
Ooh.
That's a fair way.
Nice rig.
Mind if I take a look at her?
Why would you want to do that?
I was thinking about buying a hunting truck.
Go hunting with.
And what are you hunting for?
I don't know. I'll find something.
Maybe wild dogs.
They seem to be running amok around here these days.
Yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind.
If you had a warrant.
I was just curious.
I wouldn't worry about it.
Listen...
we usually shoot fellas who turn up here without an invite.
Especially ones of the dark breed.
Is that a fact?
Man's got a right to protect his property.
Thanks for your time.
Pete.
No worries.
You have a good day, fellas.
Yeah.
G'day, Jay.
Hey, Jim. How's it going? Not bad, mate.
We just got the results from the lab.
I'm typing up a report now. OK. Great.
Thought you might want to know, the light brown fibres
found in the girl's fingernails are of a synthetic material.
They've got the micro-structure consistent
with the material found in the production of car seats.
Which kind of car? Well, that is the question.
It'll take a few weeks to get a match.
Fibres were so deep under her nails
they drew blood, Jay.
This girl went through a lot of pain.
Thought you should know that.
One other thing, mate.
We also found something a little bit strange.
The dog left its saliva on the girl
and the lab identified a special gene in its DNA.
They're having trouble matching it with other dog DNA.
Like it was some kind of super dog.
Anyway, that's just a bit of trivia.
I'll send this report over ASAP.
Right. No worries, Jim. Thanks.
It was a Friday night. Bobby was at home watching the footy.
I remember it was his team playing when he got a phone call.
Said he had to go out and meet someone.
Did he say where? Nuh.
Just that he'd be gone an hour.
Two hours later I was getting worried so I called the station.
They said they didn't know anything.
Then the phone rang at 3:00 in the morning.
I just had this bad feeling.
Took me a few minutes to pick up the phone.
Highway patrol found his car on the side of the highway.
And his body lying in a pool of blood.
Did your husband ever talk to you about his work?
Never.
Said he didn't want to bring it home to the family.
I couldn't find Bobby's case file at the station. Any idea why?
A special team came up from the city
but nothing really came of it.
I guess it all got turned over to them.
Did they ever tell you who called Bobby that night?
They wouldn't tell me anything.
But I know it was another policeman.
How do you know that?
I didn't hear any names,
but Bobby always spoke a certain way when he was talking to another cop.
Which way was that?
Like he trusted them.
Thanks, Peggy.
1-7-5 to 2-1. You copy?
Copy, 1-7-5.
Can I get a name for a registration number -
golf, uniform, whisky, 3-0-2?
Copy - golf, uniform, whisky, 3-0-2.
Copy that.
Should be a silver Excel registered to a Wayne Silverman.
You got a record summary?
How long you got?
Just give us the last few years.
Several counts of possession, supplying and selling narcotics,
five counts of receiving stolen goods,
one count of break and enter, two counts of assault,
two failed to appear for one count of car theft.
Two counts of driving unlicensed and the list goes on.
OK. Thanks for that.
You heard about Julie Mason.
What do you know about her?
She ever get drugs from you?
Wayne.
Sometimes she come to me for a stick.
And?
She always had no money, but.
So?
I owed a few favours to some fellas
so I sent her out to give them a good time.
What about the missing girl, Nellie Dargon?
You know her?
Missing?
She probably just fucking OD'd somewhere.
Fucking mad on money and having a good time.
They used anyone to get what they want.
They deserved everything they get.
Why'd you run, Wayne?
Thought you were someone else.
Someone after you.
In some trouble.
I might be able to help you.
I don't think so.
You got a pretty big record here.
And you got two warrants right here.
What would I find if I searched your house?
I stole a car and stripped it.
Found a case full of brown sugar in it.
When we stopped at Chook-A-Chook for a feed,
some prick stole it from my car.
What kind of car?
A Merc.
An old one.
Where'd you dump it?
Out near the old mission garbage tip.
Who owned the gear?
Crystal's your girl.
What?
You own Crystal?
You own her?
Yeah.
Thought so.
How do you know her?
Small town.
How do you know her?
They all come looking for it sooner or later.
Do anything to get it.
How do you fucking know my daughter, Wayne?
How do you sleep at night
locking up your own people all the time?
Pardon me, Jay boy.
Can I see you for a sec?
What?
You realise what you're doing in there?
Yeah.
I'm doing my job.
Well, brother, I have to tell you,
you're fucking with my number one informer.
Hey? How about that?
Should watch where you step, Jay boy.
Those big boots of yours will get you in trouble.
Might get you in trouble.
Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets home.
I pulled a few strings with the district commander.
There's a detective team coming down from the homicide branch.
I think you better get out of town for a few days.
We both know what's going to happen.
No-one'll talk to them.
They'll do their paperwork. They'll keep their mouths shut.
And they'll go back to where they come from.
But maybe that's what you want. Keep everything in its place.
Be more than a few black girls to worry about
if this town turns into a fucking war zone.
For some people it already is a war zone.
What happened?
I just come home from bingo.
Front door was busted in.
You know what they were looking for?
Where's Crystal?
I don't know where she is.
Probably off looking for something.
Where does she go?
Mary.
Where does she go?
I don't know.
What if they come back, Jay?
Call the police.
Got nothing to say to you, Jay.
I never saw anything.
Come on, Ted.
You see everything in this street.
I just want to know one thing.
Was there a Holden Statesman?
Just say yes or no.
How about that feed?
Thanks, Ange.
You're not hungry.
Look, Johnno, I don't have a lot of time right now.
I know how you feel, Jay boy.
Not enough seconds in the day.
Yep. No time for friends, family.
See, we got the same problem. This fucking job.
I don't know about you but I'm a real sad case.
Live on my lonesome,
no woman, no kids.
Just the ugliest bull-mastiff mongrels you've ever seen.
What do you carry?
'68 Winchester .308.
That's a classic right there. Right there.
Not easy to come by.
Belonged to my old man before he passed away.
Do you think you can really use that thing
to take a man's life?
Do you think you can really make a difference to this place?
Kittens in washing machines, babies in ovens.
All that fun stuff.
Just a matter of time before it got out of control.
Out of control like those fucking grass fires they always light.
So, what do you know about the Bobby Rogers murder?
Fuck.
What were you doing out there today?
Just sightseeing.
You see anything interesting?
Maybe.
Look, what do you want, Johnno?
I just need to find out what's missing
and I need to do it pronto.
That's all.
That...
that daughter of yours...
she's a beautiful girl.
You're a lucky man, Jay boy. You're a lucky man.
But you should learn to look after her.
Yeah.
Jay boy. I've got it.
What have you got?
What's missing.
Good boy, Jay, good boy.
Good boy.
There's a place called Slaughter Hill.
It's off Mystery Road.