Treasure & Dirt

Before he died,

Jonas told me that he buried Zeke alone to protect David.

You think David's the best donor match for Bess?

So you need him out of here.

I did my part. Now you do yours.

Irishman's car? Yeah. He's trying to skip town.

100 million on an unproven rare earth mine.

Miss Chen and Mr Zhao here

just want to take one last look at their investment opportunity.

It is the way of the future.

And so you just thought you'd go and raid Jonas' mine?

Uh, yeah. Just enough to get us out.

Murder victim's ute.

Were there any keys? No.

What the hell?

Stanley's gone. What do you mean, Stanley's gone?

Jonas' ute's gone from the lockup.

# Hey

# Yeah

# Hey, yeah. #

1, 2. Testing, 1, 2. 1, 2.

Next we have, uh, Patty and Ray.

Let's give 'em a warm Port Augusta welcome, folks. Uh, Patty and Ray.

Gary, gloves. It'll make my hands smell.

Tell me things, Carol. Yeah, this is a clean-up job.

Someone's trying to hide their dirty work

before we can even begin forensics.

Sounds like Stanley.

What, like he broke out of lockup and hotwired the car?

Nope. Why's that?

'Cause the key showed up. Where?

In the ignition.

Ah.

Could be the key to the investigation.

Shooting star.

Make a wish.

Hello, Patricia. Naughty. Naughty, naughty.

# But it ain't me, babe

# No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

# It ain't me you're lookin' for. #

Hello, Gordon.

You look hungry.

Well, I don't...

..like it at all and... No. Is that correct?

No. No, that's not what I'm saying. I understand.

Please repeat the issue you are experiencing.

OK, listen, I don't... OK.

I don't know what you're training it on over there,

but this thing only knows how to talk to people

like they're a child or like they're a psychiatric patient.

And that is not my situation, OK?

I am a perfectly healthy, functioning adult,

and the only thing that I am looking for is some...

Some what? ..intimacy.

I understand.

We actually offer an alternative model

designed for romantic companionship.

Please confirm if this is what you're looking for.

Hello? Are we still connected?

Nell.

Are you making friends? Everywhere I go.

I don't have any food for you.

I have food at my house.

Gordon. Oh, oh, hey.

It's Ivan. Gordon doesn't have any food.

Can you go over to my house, please? It's in the kitchen.

Good.

Thank you.

Give him a pat for me.

Good.

Your cat?

Gordon.

Gordon? Is he alright?

I can't lose that cat. You won't. It's gonna be fine.

I love that cat. Can you open this? Yes. Sorry.

Station?

Kalingra.

OK. What about Stanley? Let's talk to Kyle.

Ah.

Something tells me he'll know where Stanley is.

David.

David.

David.

The haematologist called.

What'd she say?

She said you're a match,

which means you can keep your granddaughter alive, David.

Are you about to ask me to defy God's will?

Are you asking me to go back to the police

and tell them I lied for you?

I'm sure they'd understand.

A desperate mother lying to save her child.

Mmm.

Oi, Elsie.

Elsie.

Come here.

No.

You answer to me now.

How did you get my number? Phone book.

No, I can usually reach people no one else can contact.

Wow. Do they take your calls?

Straight to MessageBank, actually.

OK.

Where are you?

I'm about to fly out. It's a big day tomorrow.

Kalingra finally goes live, and I was wondering if you want to come.

Bess, too. Of course.

Lydia, my darling. You know what today is?

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Beautiful.

I'm gonna need you to count all the zeros.

Where do you want to go first? Should we go to the Seychelles?

Maybe Ibiza.

Somewhere with snow.

Oh, I like that. Alright.

OK.

Doug, where's the money?

Robbie's fucking us, Doug. Fix it!

Bloody Inglis.

What the fuck are you playing at?

Howdy, cowboy. Robbie in there?

None of your business. Everything's my business, Ray.

Where you've been, what you've done. What you feed that dog of yours.

I've got eyes everywhere.

But I block my ears for country music.

He's not in there. Robbie...

..I want a word.

# Lord, I'm a gambler

# I'm a long way from... #

How are you, Doug?

What are you playing at, Pat? Where the hell's Robbie?

Well, he very kindly lent us his limo last night.

Now, what have you done with my Irishman?

Your Irishman? Mmm. There's a food chain here.

My justice comes first.

Must have done a runner.

Saw your calling card in the boot of his car?

Well, you know what they say.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Don't push it.

I can shut you down.

Can you but? Compromised as you are.

Destroying key evidence in a murder investigation.

Oh, Patricia, Patricia, you're playing with fire.

# We used to have... #

You tell your boss,

I want my share allocation before they list Kalingra tomorrow.

We had a deal, and I don't like being fucked over.

I want to see him before he flies out. You tell him that.

Nobody gets to tell Robbie Inglis what to do.

I'm telling you what to do, Ray.

Let's go.

What did he want with you? Nothing.

Nothing.

Mr. Inglis says no visitors.

We can just drive around it, Kyle.

Kyle.

What's up?

Where is everybody? This is it.

So this is Kalingra.

Nobody works here.

Don't ask me. They're all in bloody Sydney, I don't know.

Where's Stanley, Kyle?

What, did he bust out on you again, huh?

Listen, it's really important that you tell us where Stanley is.

He wouldn't have gone far.

He's got the Iron Ring tomorrow night.

He'd never miss that.

He's a murder suspect, Kyle.

I told you he didn't do it.

Well, then he has nothing to worry about.

Why is that locked? So you can't get in. That's why.

Thank you, Kyle.

I get that you're trying to look out for your friend,

but the longer that Stanley is on the run,

the worse this is going to get for him.

Do you understand that?

Where is he?

Hmm?

Is there anybody that he would be with?

Look, I know he looks after his mum.

His mum?

Kalingra Investors' Memorandum.

Mmm.

"My journey in mining began with my father."

Oh, right.

Everything's a journey. Nobody's going anywhere.

They're all on a journey. How about that, Kyle?

I'm gonna see if I can track down Stanley's mum.

Mmm.

What's this?

I don't know, it just looks like a whole lot of dirt to me, OK?

Ivan.

Soil. Geochemistry system.

Shall we check out the local wildlife?

So we've got no signature yet from Delaney.

Nothing in writing. What about her CFO?

Weren't you the one who played golf with him

or some boomer shit in Dubai last year?

Look, get it done. Get her on the hook. She's so close.