Treasure & Dirt

Do you know who the ratter is who found McGee?

Does it matter? Ratters,

they are the lowest of the low.

I gave Jonas the axe for mining.

He found black, took it to the Irishman,

and made these beautiful little things here.

Are you still ignoring me? Trying my best.

Is that gas?

Are you moving back in? You left.

I didn't leave. I was cast out.

Elspeth!

Leukaemia. Only other option is a stem cell transplant.

Surely you know where Zeke is, David.

When you have proven yourself to me,

then you can ask me that question.

Do you have kids? No.

(ON PHONE) Lucic is currently on watch by my department.

Have we got a battle for you tonight.

The challenger, Stanley Honeywell!

What'll it be, Detective?

Stay hydrated. It's going to be a big night.

Top of the morning to you.

You are not bloody Irish.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, Nellie!

Hey, Nellie. OK.

Nellie, Nellie. Oh, alright.

Why do you have to go and leave, huh? Hmm?

This town was only bearable when you were in it.

What?

Well, it's true. OK.

What am I going to do here without you?

Well, what have you been doing here without me?

Just, uh, football, pornography - the usual.

It sounds like you've been just fine.

It's OK.

Where are my keys?

Alright, you pair of bastards!

Jesus! Get your hands off each other's bits

and in the air where I can see 'em!

Garry, what the fuck are you doing?

Yeah, no, up - up where we can see them.

What is this?

Well, Irish knows what this is all about.

Don't you, Irish?

I, er, had a little chinwag

with your boyfriend in the holding cell.

He's just taking a few moments out for some self-reflection, you know?

I mean, when word gets out

that he's been making fake black opals, he's a goner...

..to be sure, to be fucking sure.

Do you have evidence for that, Garry,

or is this one of your fit-ups?

Come on. He's got a whole dodgy lab out at the back of The Shamrock.

I mean, surely you could bloody smell it.

I want my phone. That's up to the sarge.

Ah, Detective Buchanan, I'm duty-bound

to report you being swept up in a local operation.

Who are you going to report me to? HQ.

Lucic isn't answering.

Not much good to you, is he?

Maybe he went home. All got too much for him.

No, he answers his phone.

Well, how would you know that? You've only known him two days.

What am I being charged with, Sergeant?

Aiding and abetting a counterfeit operation.

I want my clothes.

OK, Garry, give us a minute. Sure.

Most of my job, Narelle,

is sitting back and waiting for people to make mistakes...

..like sleeping with a murder suspect on your first big investigation.

That's a doozy.

There was no reason to suspect the Irishman for Jonas McGee.

Ivan would tell you that. If he were here.

Did you disclose your prior history with the Irishman to Detective Lucic?

It wasn't relevant.

You're qualified to make that call, are you?

Oh, Narelle. (CHUCKLES)

You make the same mistake every time.

Think you know it all.

Just like last time. Hmm.

You know, if you'd been smart back then,

you'd have come to me, and I'd have...

I'd have sorted it, which I did.

Because your husband was running drugs through here.

You wanted me to lie. I couldn't. Alright?

And I have paid for that enough.

The Irishman's going to go down for this.

You're just a bonus. You did this to yourself.

My hands are tied.

You know, headquarters,

they wanted someone with local knowledge,

not the local slut.

Well, word's going to get round about this pretty fast.

You know how it goes.

We have to be better...

..us women.

It's not fair. It's just the way it is.

Sarge... Yeah?

..got head office on the blower. They want to talk to her.

Alright.

OK, Narelle, come this way.

Buchanan.

(ON PHONE) Hello, Detective.

I understand this is probably a difficult moment.

Mm-hm.

I'm sorry.

Mm-hm.

What do you want? I want to help you, Nell.

Do you mind if I call you Nell?

What do you want, Phelan?

You're at the beginning of a promising career.

I can make this go away, but I need you to help me.

What does that mean?

Lucic isn't who you think he is.

I need you to talk to him, get close to him,

tell me what you learn.

Do I have a choice? Not if you want this to end well.

But here's a gesture of goodwill.

Well...

..looks like, um...

Looks like you've got friends in high places.

You're free to go...

..for now.

(ON VOICEMAIL) You've reached Detective Ivan Lucic.

I can't make it to the phone.

I hope he's not dead, you know, 'cause we get that a bit.

Just open the door, please, Dazzler. OK. OK.

You're sure you didn't see him come home last night?

No, I didn't. I didn't see him.

But is everything OK between you two?

OK, thanks, Dazzler. Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

If something did happen to him, you know where to find me.

Big night?

I need to get back into town.

Oh, yeah?

You can wait on the bus.

Miriam, get the door.

Hey, Constable.

I'm a detective, Kyle. You know that.

Well, Mum wants to know when we'll get the body back

for the funeral. Not till after the autopsy.

Uncle Jonas needs a proper burial under the eyes of God.

We owe him that.

Mum wants a place to pay her respects, you know,

so he can be remembered.

I'll see what I can do, Kyle.

Rafi, I'm looking for Ivan - for Detective Lucic.

Have you seen him? Has your mum seen him?

Did, uh, something happen to him?

Why would you say that?

Oh, I just saw him get in the mayor's car last night.

Headed out to the Iron Ring. What?

You know, it's the mayor's latest racket.

It's, um, out past Deadmans Well, near the car graveyard.

There's this entrance to an old bunker that's out there.

OK.

What happens there?

People get hurt for money.

Deadmans Well? Deadmans Well.

Thank you, Rafi.

Does your boss know about you and the Irishman?

OK, Kyle. Hmm?

You've had a rough couple of days...

..so I'm going to forget you said that,

and so are you, yeah?

I hope you find Lucic, Constable. Little shit.

David.

Let's begin.

Hmm.

David, why do we all go out to the dead tree?

It might look dead, but...

..it's full of life.

Birds rest on its branches.

Animals burrow under its roots.

Insects feed on its limbs.

It's a giver of life. The tree's a miracle.

Well, guess what. My doctor says miracles aren't real.

Well, guess what. Your doctor's wrong.

No, he's not.

Are you going to drink that?

You lot...

..are a godsend.

David said they come out here every Sunday.

Since you were little?