Troppo

Last season on Troppo...

Get out of the water, you idiot! There's a fucking croc!

- Who are you? - You're new boss

if you play your cards right.

I don't do cars.

I killed someone when I was 16.

You got one instinct and that's to run blind and stupid

into shit you do not remotely understand.

I understand you got a stink on you that won't wash off.

What you did dishonours all cops.

Whoever hurt that little girl didn't get away unscathed.

Not a mark on you.

Any idea when you might be wanting to come home?

That wasn't the agreement.

I'm breaking the agreement.

Two men end up in the belly of a croc less than a month apart.

That feel right to you?

Who was Lars... To you?

He's a friend when no one else was.

If you unravel something in that nasty little direction,

I'd like to know about it.

How long you been nicking vials?

I know who killed him.

Twist forced Bryce's hand

into the snake tank and then he left him to die.

I've got a special croc picked out for him.

She was given a sentence that reflected the brutality of her crime.

It wasn't supposed to happen like that.

What did you do to her?

We put it in her drink.

You were drugged and you were lied to.

It wasn't her blood. We made a mistake.

Help me. Help me.

Help me.

Perfect, huh?

Needs crocodiles.

Whoo! Come in.

I've missed this.

What, K-pop?

She misses you too.

Hey, I was thinking,

now that I'm a little more settled in Crimson Lake,

Lilly might come up for a visit.

It's a long way, Ted.

Just for a weekend.

Look at her, she's growing up so fast,

I don't want to miss any more of it.

Jesus, Kel,

she's my kid too.

Kelly. Cake time.

You let your mum back in the kitchen?

Well, she's still got that whole heart scare thing hanging over my head.

You think that us staying in Sydney to be near her would be enough, but...

Kids, cake!

Hey, hey.

I missed you.

Hey, where's Emma? Is she still your bestie?

Emma couldn't come.

Her family had something else on.

No, no, no, Emma might be here later.

Okay, erm, did you see the dancing, Ted?

Are you kidding?

"Ted?" What's with the Ted stuff?

I'm your dad.

And I got you a present. Huh?

Mum says we're doing presents after cake.

Ah. Of course, of course.

I'll put that right there.

Thanks, Ted.

Okay...

That'll be Emma.

Hi there.

Is your mum and dad at home?

No. Not today, it's my birthday.

Hey, peanut.

What the hell's going on?

Warrant to search the premises.

Jesus.

You're Crean, right? Come here.

You got a job to do, I get that.

We're just about to do the cake,

- so just, please... - I need everyone to vacate the building.

Why?

You didn't find anything the last 20 times.

We have new information.

That's bullshit and you know it's bullshit.

Sir, you need to step aside.

It's her birthday, she's 10 years old.

And how old was Claire Bingley?

You're not coming into my fucking house!

Fucking cocksuckers!

Get the fuck off me!

Pick him up.

Dad! No.

You picked the wrong day to play happy families, Conkaffey.

- What about dad? - Crawl back to your swamp

before I have you arrested for obstructing.

Even though...

Even though I have all this tension in my body, I choose to release it.

Even though I have all this tension in my body,

I choose to calmly release it.

Even though I have all this tension in my body,

I choose to let it go.

Even though I have all this tension in my body,

I choose to release it.

I have all this tension in my body, I choose to release it.

Same time next week?

Not sure yet.

All right.

Thanks.

Whoa!

You're in a hurry.

Let me guess. They looked nothing like their photo.

Couldn't stop talking about their ex?

Er, no, no, erm... I just...

I mean, I erm...

couldn't.

So, you're new to this, then?

What, are you gonna tell me it gets easier?

Oh, no, no, it's a hellscape.

At least until you find a good one.

Any tips on how to do that?

Erm, don't over-share. Newbie error.

That's not going to be a problem.

Well, I've got plenty more advice if you want to stay for a drink.

Or not.

Sure, yeah.

Cool, er, beer?

Beer.

Back in a minute, then.

You haven't heard?

What happened?

Some nasty business. Out at the point.

I'm on the ground, boss, and the whole town is out rubbernecking.

It's reaching oven temperature out here,

which would be great if I was still on my well-earned vacation

and on the beach murdering a margarita.

- Detective Sweeney? - What?

Got to go.

What the hell is that?

Sorry, it's all we had on hand.

So you ran out of yurts?

They were discovered just after sunrise

by an early morning communer-with-nature.

If we hadn't put that up, they'd be covered with maggots by now.

Fair call.

Okay, let's take a look then.

Looks like they've been here a day or two.

Oh, Jesus.

One male. Looks like fully clothed.

One female, partially clothed.

No IDs as yet.

Is that petrol?

Looks like they were interrupted.

Maybe an ex? Jilted lover?

It's a special sort of person who gets their kicks out of a human barbecue.

Does the guy look a bit...

crispier?

Maybe because he's on top.

Maybe because he was the target.

Okay. We're going to be here a while.

Raph! Raph, stop.

Oi, stop! You can't be back here.

- Get off me! - Come on, mate.

Is that him?

- Get off him! - Is it my dad?

Calm down, mate, calm down.

No one's been identified.

Is it my father?

- Get up. Come on. - Let me see!

That's not how it works. Go.

It's been two nights, no one's seen him.

Back behind the line. There you go.

Know who that is?

Raphael Naughton.

His father runs a retreat, a couple of clicks up the ridge.

Come with me.

Is this the father?

Sergeant. Burns are the worst.

But I need you to take a proper look at our gentleman.

It's him.

Right.

One down, one to go.

Cops around here have a habit of screwing things up.

And you're not?

I'm a private investigator. If you're worried about your father.

Just leave us alone.

I'm just saying, if you change your mind, I'd be happy to look into it.

I said fuck off!

What's her deal?

Amanda Pharrell. Local PI.

Did 12 years for murder.

It should have been manslaughter, four years max.

I heard about that.

You worked for Damford, right?

Where's he doing his stretch?

I didn't ask.

Should we talk to the son?

Not in front of this circus.

Focus on identifying the woman and put those bodies on ice.