City Homicide

Cindy, we've been out here for hours.

Come on. If you're going to go, go.

So I can get you home to your mother.

What's wrong now?

Cindy!

Cindy!

You little mongrel.

Cindy!

Cindy!

I haven't got any money.

I'm just walking my wife's dog.

Look, I'm not even wearing a watch!

Arggh!

While you burn, think about what you did.

Homicide. Detective Mapplethorpe.

Oh, me. Listen, I'm going to be in late.

Can you please let Wolfie know? Oh, no, he's here.

You can tell him yourself. I thought he was in a meeting.

It's cancelled. I'll put you through.

No, no, no, it's OK. It's OK.

Just tell him...

Can you tell him that I still have that thing to deal with

and I won't be in until midday?

Thanks, Jen. See you.

Ah, Simon. Sarge.

This address. Suspicious death.

Matt's already on the way over there. Thank you.

Sarge, Duncan just called.

He's still tied up with that... thing.

He said he won't be in until lunch.

Where is he? Well, he didn't say.

I'll bet he didn't.

Ah, um... Simon...

Do you reckon Duncan's in strife?

Wolfie had him in his office yesterday - blinds were closed.

Where is he?

Word is...

...Claire's back.

They kissed and made up, I bet you.

And why would Wolfie have a problem with him getting back with Claire?

Maybe thinks he's making up for lost time on the domestic front.

In fact, they're probably cosied up in the sack right now.

Bosh, bosh, bosh. Oh, spare me the visual, Simon.

Cavalry. No bugle? Oh, I left it in the car.

It's not required anyway.

Sorry but local D's can handle this one.

Natural causes. Check it out.

Yeah, the evisceration was post-mortem, Detectives.

Heart attack.

From his muscle bulk, I wouldn't rule out steroids as a likely cause.

I'll let you know.

He was probably carving the chicken at the time, heart pops,

falls on the electric carving knife,

carving knife keeps right on carving all night,

electronic harakiri.

Nasty.

Says something for being a vegetarian.

Detectives, you might want to see this.

So... what's that?

It's a funeral urn.

We found it on the shelf. It's got ashes in it.

So he loved his mum and he couldn't bear to be parted from her.

He loved his whole family then.

Oh.

He has no family here.

He's a naturalised Australian.

No criminal record, a couple of minor driving offences.

His name is Dag Sigmundsen.

Dag? That's Swedish.

Right. He's divorced.

How many times? He's got six urns.

Maybe he's sentimental.

Too sentimental - six is weird. Where'd he get them?

Well, could be easier than you think.

Guess where he works.

A crematorium.

That's terrible.

Dag has been with us for nearly four years. He's reliable, hard-working.

No problems with him? No, none at all.

He was very quiet.

His main interest was the gym, I think.

You know, you'd catch yourself looking at the muscles.

He had access to this area?

Ah, well, Dag was basically a cleaner,

so he had access to the whole building.

The work areas, the chapel.

So it's possible he could've stolen ashes and taken them home.

Why would he want to do that?

No remains have gone missing?

No.

What's this all about?

Well, to be honest with you, we're not really sure ourselves.

So, where do the caskets come in from?

Ah, well, it gets put on a trolley,

from the rear of the chapel over there,

and then put onto the charge bier and sent into the furnace.

So the sinking coffin,

the disappearance through the curtains...

...that's just for show?

It's a dignified exit. We treat all our clients with respect here.

I wonder if "respect' includes stealing ashes

and stashing them in your wardrobe.

Well, unless we can identify who's in those urns,

there's nothing much we can do.

It's more like some bizarre sort of fetish,

rather than murder.

Sarge?

Oh, OK, well, that's good. So we'll just come straight back. OK.

We don't have to go looking for the ex-Mrs Sigmundsen.

Simon's interviewing her now.

An electric carving knife?

Yeah. Yeah, and a... and a heart attack.

I'm sorry. Sounds like Dag.

Loves his gadgets.

He was always accident prone.

We met at the gym.

I bench 70 k.

Really? I'm more into push-ups.

Tell me, did Dag have any dead rellies

that he was particularly fond of?

Not that I know of.

No... odd behaviour?

Yeah. After he got beaten up, he got really weird.

That's why we divorced.

He got beaten up? Yeah.

He was moonlighting as a bouncer

and three guys decided to see how tough he was.

He ended up in hospital for two months, nearly died.

Were they ever caught?

Cops didn't have a clue. No offence.

None taken.

He was never the same.

The fact that they were never punished really pissed him off.

Revenge. There's a motive.

Slice them, dice them, roast them.

When you say... She said three guys.

There are six urns.

He joined this victims-of-crime group over the Internet.

That's when he got really bad.

Started raving on about how the justice system had let him down

and victims had no rights.

In the end it got way over the top.

Can you tell me the name of this victims-of-crime group?

Not off-hand.

It'd still be on the Net, though, I guess.

Sigmundsen has a PC in his apartment.

I'll get the computer guys to pick it up.

So you've benched 70 k?

Hang on, this...

...just got interesting.

Where's Dunnie got to? Ah, Claire's back.

You were supposed to be here two hours ago.

I'm sorry, we don't work to your timetable, Freeman.

Too metrosexual for my liking, Jumbo.

You reckon?

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on duty.

Checked, did you? Yeah.

One call to Wolfe, you're out of here, Freeman.

That happens, all bets are off.

We'll take our chances in court.

Is that right, Claire?

You willing to cop it on the chin in court? You really want to go to jail?

Superintendent, do you think riding her like this

will help her do a better job?

As long as she does as she's told, she'll be fine.

She'd better be, because if anything happens to her,

I'm holding you responsible.

Oh, we estimate the operation will last

between one and three days from when Zabor leaves the airport,

so if you could pick out enough things for that time.

Can you do that? Sure.

What we'll do is we'll fit wireless transmitters

to whatever outfit you pick out.

Tomorrow, we'll come here and we'll put bugs in the rest of this joint.

So that way you won't have to wear a body wire. It'll be safer.

I still don't understand what it is that I'm expected to do.

Nothing. That's the beauty of it.

You've just got to be yourself - act normal.

But if you're right about Zabor and if he's arranging

to hand over drugs to someone, how am I supposed to know?

I mean, I don't even know who it is that you're talking about.

The scumbag's name is Tony Keane.

Zabor's bringing the drugs in for him?

Bulk fabric consignments.

Only thing we can't work out is exactly how they make the exchange.

Every time he gets back from one of his shopping trips OS,

he meets up with Keane.

A month later, streets are flooded with crystal meth.

Zabor always has a party when he gets home and Keane always attends.

The only time they ever meet.

He always has the party at his house.

Now he's... well, he's living here...

With Claire.

Look, you don't have to do anything.

You've just got to, you know, act normal.

Act natural, like Jumbo says, alright?

Whatever Zabor wants, whatever he expects, you oblige, OK?

So did Duncan turn up at all?

Ah, no. Not so far, Sarge.

Not so far. The day is done.