Deadloch

Sam O'Dwyer.

He was our first victim.

The killer's using the sloop as his kill-room!

Abby, you really should have told us Sam O'Dwyer was a serial adulterer.

I wasn't in Deadloch when Dad left.

I was living around the corner from you and Cath, in Sydney.

Is everything all tense 'cause of the affair Dulcie had?

I'm Eddie Redcliffe! I'm king effin' shit up in Darwin!

- They don't want me either! - Why not?

'Cause I... I fucking killed my partner!

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

I think our killer might be a good Christian lady.

Jimmy's place is very bare. There's just a lot of photos of boats.

And you were both home?

Yep.

Skye went and spent $12,000 on something that she won't even say!

The women of the town hate the men. And she hates them the most.

She knew about the infidelities.

The night Sam died, Mike gave her a speeding ticket.

She was in Deadloch. She lied.

Skye friggin O'Dwyer.

Bum.

After a 24-hour hiatus,

I am pleased to announce that all Feastival events

will be recommencing as scheduled.

Well, not exactly as scheduled.

We have had some minor changes,

which you will note in these revised programs,

which we printed at 4am on our home printer,

which, for some reason, lives in our bedroom.

You will see that the Immersive Water Sculpture

that was scheduled for tonight at Deadloch Lake

has, unfortunately, been cancelled

and in its place there will be... Gez?

- Ah, TBC. - A TBC. Gorgeous.

- Oh... - Oh?

So, how do we get play this?

We go in hard with the speeding fine?

We ask her again about her whereabouts the night Sam O'Dwyer was murdered

and see if she lies to my face again about that,

like a lying liar who just lies.

Absolutely fucking not. That's our fucking trump card.

Jesus Christ, you are red-hot right now.

I'm fine. I'm... I'm fine.

Yeah, look, you need to unknot your norks.

You are cutting off the blood supply to your brain.

It's like a fucking titty tourniquet right now.

We're just gonna go into that interview room

and have a casual chat, yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, Jesus Christ, did she bring brunch?

My God, she has absolutely no idea what's happening here.

So you have nothing?

No.

No, um, no, we don't have nothing. Um, I actually just...

Far from nothing, I would say.

We just got off the phone from a phone call,

and I am excited to announce

that we will now be hosting, tonight,

um, an inflatable outdoor cinema event at Deadloch Lake

that will be called Cinema Aquatica.

Or Floating Flicks. They're both winning titles, so...

Mayor Rahme, what do you have to say to Feastival pass-holders

who are afraid of coming to Deadloch because of the active serial killer?

Um, I think you'll find that the press suppression order

isn't lifted till 11am, Jeremy,

so maybe we'll just do some questions about the Feastival only.

Yes, Mayor, but I think you'll find that

my question was about Feastival pass-holders.

Mmm.

Well, I would say to them, Jeremy,

that the killer is only targeting cis-het white men,

and our market research shows that

uh, that's a far cry from our Feastival patron demographic.

In fact, given that the victim demographic

is usually responsible for the perpetration of violence

Deadloch may well be the safest place to be right now

for many members of our Feastival community.

So, Joan, you went to the info booth yesterday.

Did you see anyone dropping off a bag when you were there?

No, not that kind of bag.

A green bag, Joan.

Fuck.

No, I put all this down in the cellar the night of the Beast on the Cross.

What do you think happened? The killer broke in and stole it?

Well, yeah. Well, that would explain how, um...

how it wound up as part of a crime scene, wouldn't it, Collins?

- Yeah, that would absolutely explain all of that. - That would explain that.

Uh, Skye, given the situation we, need to get your movements again

for the night that Jimmy Cook died.

- Ah, sure. - OK, of course. Great.

Also for all the other nights that all the other men died.

Yeah, well, I wasn't even here the night Dad died.

- I was in Sydney. - OK, super-duper, Skye.

Then you shouldn't have any issues supplying those alibis, then.

Sorry, Mayor, are you saying that everything is OK

because only straight, cis, white men are dying?

No, Jeremy, that is not... That is not what I'm saying.

That would be a misinterpretation of what I said,

'cause I didn't say that and what I did say was a misspoke.

I misspoke. Um, so...

Uh, thank you, everyone, for coming,

and please enjoy tonight's Cinema Aquatica.

I hope it really floats your boat. Gez?

- Gez. - Yes.

- Gez, did that just happen? - Yes, sweetpea.

OK. Well, then, you need to take me to the hospital

because I just shot myself in the fucking face.

Don't say another word to her.

- I'm fine. - No, no.

You've got Predator eyes. They've gone full black.

Hey, Dulce, who do I speak to about a police report for the Nessie?

I want to file an insurance claim.

Uh...

I can sort that from here.

Yeah, cool. Thanks, mate.

Some of my best memories are of me and Dad on that sloop.

Hello!

Cath, what are you doing in here?

Here to check in on Skye. Extenuating circumstances.

Oh, my God!

- The killer was in your house? - Yeah, apparently.

Nadiyah said he went through your stuff. We were both freaking out.

Even I thought, for a second,

you'd been pulled in for questioning over the murders.

I nearly dug out that bottle-green Cue suit

and suggested you hired me as your lawyer.

Why would she hire a vet as a lawyer?

'Cause I used to be a lawyer.

Before I retrained as a vet.

It only takes me half the time as most people

just 'cause I'm good at everything.

Oh, my God, sexy!

Imagine if the press saw you escort Skye in here.

They'd be like, "Skye O'Dwyer is a serial killer!"

Skye, your business and your reputation will be ruined.

You're coming home with me.

- Mmm... Mm-mm... - The ute's out the back near the bins.

Just hop in and hide under the dog mat.

- Look, I'm just going... - Go.

Go.

Oh! Crisis averted!

Oh, my God!

Imagine if you'd arrested Skye!

Oh, I would divorce you on the spot.

You're her third-best friend!

Bye, Eddie. See ya!

Bye, Cath.

Alright, time to get Operation Convict The Cook rolling.

Where's Big Eyes? She needs to get this DNA sample off.

Babe, do you get the pressure I'm under right now?

I'm dealing with a serial killer, yeah? I'm organising a wedding.

I cannot be expected to deal with my bride-to-be

randomly disappearing in the middle of the night.

I didn't disappear.

I was in hospital because I inhaled a toxic gas.

I was testing the wood from Jimmy's crucifix.

I think it's coated in a substance that contains arsine.

It's a chemical that's used in a treatment called CCA...

Yeah, I know what arsine is, babe.

Yeah, it's a treatment that's used on boats.

And when you burn it, James, when you burn, it smells like garlic.

- Really? - Yeah!

- And that's why I thought I was smelling garlic. - Wow.

But then I thought, Sam O'Dwyer's boat, the Loch Nessie, was burnt,

and so was the wood on the crucifix.

And then I was like, what if that wood is the same wood?

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe,

can you hear yourself right now, hmm?

Hey, hey, come here.

Babe, you sound insane.

But can't we just check the Loch Nessie mast?

Where is it?

Hey, it's probably back at the lab. Look, I'm taking you home, OK?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm taking you home.

You can catch up on some much-needed beauty sleep

and then find us a celebrant.

Surely there's an out-of-work actor who's desperate for the money.

- No, but, James... - Babe...

You've been poisoned by gas that's used in chemical warfare, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And... you're out of your little mind, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah, OK.

- OK. - Let's go wait in the car, OK?

Go wait in the car. I'm gonna make a quick call.

- OK. - OK.

Hey, man, how's it going?

Yeah, so, Xave, quick question about the boat.

Sorry, Sharelle! I've never had a job before.

I can tell. Give it here.

Be aggressive. Soy milk can smell your fear.

Alright, I'm starting without Big Eyes.

I'm like a grog-bog on a Sunday morning. I cannot be stopped.

So...

We are going to need hard evidence to tie Skye to these murders

particularly if old mate's lawyer wife Erin Fuckletits is getting involved.

So we're gonna need witnesses, DNA evidence, surveillance footage,

one of them lights that spots cat piss.

We need to be sure about this before we make an arrest, OK?

Otherwise the charges won't stick.