Deep Water

All of our victims live in Bondi. So does Real Man.

But why was he at the beach that day?

Because he's thumbing his nose at us.

So the killer keeps the victim's phones

and he uses them as bait for the next.

- You know about this? - Yeah, it's me.

There's someone luring people with that app.

Don will flip if he finds out.

Don doesn't want to know a thing about any of it.

1989. The Pointers.

Secrets you know could give answers to grieving families.

The O'Donohues were Hammer's bullyboys.

They got off on violence. They haven't changed.

A gay man went missing the same night

that Toohey and Hammers had a bloodied weapon taken off them.

I'd like to have it tested for DNA.

Chalmers parted with this, did he?

He thinks that it might link to an unsolved murder.

Your brother you think he was murdered.

Is Toohey gonna talk? 'Cause if he talks, we'll all go down.

Who did you see killed?

Wear a wire, get Hammers to talk.

It's Toohey.

Toohey.

He was like a bloody son.

I watched that kid grow up. I coached him in the Colts.

Yeah, I know you two were close, boss.

Yeah, I want the prick who did it.

Yeah, yeah, we'll get him.

Who found him?

Oscar Taylor.

Oh, that mate of yours.

He's Eddy Everywhere.

I was up there taking photos.

I wanted to get that moment

when the moon looks like it's rising out of the ocean.

Right, right. And that's when you saw the body in the water?

No, not at first.

At first it was just a shadow in the pool.

Tori.

Just a second, Oz.

Look, I know he's your mate and everything,

but let him answer, don't lead him.

He's not a suspect.

Everyone's a suspect, you know that.

What have forensics got?

Clothes folded neatly over there.

They reckon from the blood on the towel and on the ground,

that he was stabbed and then either pushed or fell into the pool.

All right.

There was also something else on the towel possibly semen.

So it could have been a Thrustr hook-up?

- Have you found a phone? - Still looking.

Toohey was preparing to give up Hammers and the O'Donohue brothers.

What are you talking about?

We think he had evidence connecting them to assaults and murders

in the '80s and '90s.

- Why wasn't I told about this? - I was gonna tell you, sir.

We spoke last night.

He was gonna come in this morning, make a statement.

Fuck me.

My money is on the O'Donohue brothers.

Can we get a warrant, please?

No, let's just sit back.

We'll monitor their chatter on the phone taps.

Any joy with the murder weapon?

Ah, uniforms are still searching.

And I spoke to the council and asked them to hold off

picking up the garbage until we're done.

Well, can we get on with it? I don't want to be smelling this case from here.

Has anybody got any good news?

We recovered Toohey's phone.

He made three calls last night,

all of them to his lawyer, Simon Mawbrey.

I called Mawbrey this morning. He's not picking up, called in sick.

I think somebody should pay him a visit.

- I'll do that. - All right, that's it.

You two... just a word.

Oscar Taylor.

With all due respect...

Everyone knows he frequents the beach at all hours

with some bullshit photographic blog or something.

Investigations are continuing, Detective.

So for now you treat him like a witness,

not like an old mate.

Yes, sir.

And it goes without saying that I need to have complete faith

in the integrity of every officer under my command.

Yes, sir.

The newspaper article.

Sir?

I'm prepared to overlook the odd lapse of judgement

and the odd investigative fuck-up.

But I will not be lied to.

And I will not be made a fool of.

That'll be all.

Toohey's post-mortem report.

Okay.

Blood splatter suggests the first wound, the deepest one, see here,

that happened when Toohey was lying on the towel, face-up.

And we nearly missed this.

Traces of hair. Shaved.

Is it the same hair found at Haris's and Cohen's?

We're running a DNA comparison. No results back yet.

- But... - Educated guess?

They could be the same.

So the person who killed Haris and Cohen also killed Toohey.

Assuming the DNA matches.

What about animal fur?

Nup. Nothing yet.

And we're still waiting on test results for the semen and the blood.

It's the same killer, but the psychology, it's totally different.

The attack on Toohey, it's in a public place,

there's no ligatures, there's no trophies.

It's a frenzied assault.

Yeah, it's like this one was personal.

So, whoever killed him took him by surprise

or was someone he knew and trusted.

Yeah, like a lawyer.

Piss off!

I heard it on the news this morning.

That must have come as quite a shock.

Oh, thank you for that statement of the bleeding obvious, Detective.

We believe you spoke to Mr Toohey last night.

I spoke with my client quite regularly.

We also believe you met him at Bronte Baths.

Really?

Can I ask you where you were between 9:30 and 11:00 last night?

You can ask all you like, I'm not gonna make any comment.

So you don't deny that you were there?

Nice try, Detective,

but I'm not confirming or denying I was anywhere last night.

Did he talk to you about Kyle Hampton or the O'Donohues?

Okay, I think this conversation is over.

Did he tell you he was planning on speaking to the police?

He was going to tell us what he knew

about murders committed by the Pointers gang.

Please leave.

You know, I would like to find the person that killed Toohey.

I would have thought you'd want to help with that.

I'm dismayed and devastated at the news of my client's death.

I have nothing further to add. Goodbye.

"Dismayed and devastated", my arse.

You think he's hiding something?

He's a lawyer. Of course he's hiding something.

- DNA results? - Settle, petal.

They'll get onto it, hopefully this year.

This bloke just called in, wants to speak to a detective.

Looks like all that publicity's flushed out a former victim.

Looking good.

I was walking through Cardinal Park rattling car keys.

That's a kind of signal looking for company.

And... Ah, with the others.

And a young man stood up, unzipped his fly.

I realised it was Brett O'Donohue.

I was shocked. I said, "What do you think you're doing?"

I was struck down from behind. Didn't see it coming.

They cracked my skull.

I still get headaches.

Hammers was shouting instructions.

How did you know their names?

I was a football umpire. Under-16s.

I knew their names from their jerseys.

They were gonna...

throw me off the cliff.

Hammers' girlfriend was shouting, "Kill the fag!"

Jeremy, how did you get away?

Back then I was fit. I ran. They came after, but I was faster.

I hid in some bushes, they ran past.

One stopped. I could see a tattoo on his foot, a tear.

I remember wondering what the kid was crying for.

Then they ran on.

Did you go to the police?

Yeah. But the interrogation was like I was the one who committed a crime.

Couldn't push it, so...

gave up.

Sorry.

- How's tricks, Tommy Tomcat? - Please leave.

You're not welcome here.

That's not nice. We're old mates, remember?

Yeah, that friendship ended a long time ago, I'm afraid.

Wrong answer.

Talk to us, Thomas.

It was the O'Donohue brothers, wasn't it?

Bit of a warning. Keep your mouth shut.

All I know is that some things are meant to stay buried.

Like what happened on those cliffs at Cardinal Park, hey?

No...

We can protect you.

I put my trust in a higher power.

This body is just a vessel, Detective.

When my body dies, my spirit lives on.

Thomas, will you tell us what the tear-drop tattoos mean?

I don't know.

There's gonna be nowhere to hide

when the O'Donohues find out you ratted Brett to the cops.

No. You... you can't say that.

Then talk to us.

Or are you in a hurry to find out where you spirit goes next?

The tatts were like a medal of honour...