City Homicide

? Baby, you were always gonna be the one

? You only ever did it just for fun But you...

? Run to paradise

? That's right

? They had it all worked out

? You were young and blonde

? And you could never do wrong

? That's right, they were so surprised

? You opened their eyes up

? Opened their eyes up

? You don't want anyone

? Don't tell me this is paradise

? Opened your eyes up... ?

Yeah, I'm bringing those presents too.

A bit of bribery never hurts.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Exactly the same for each.

You think they'll like it?

I mean, I'm a little bit out of my depth here.

Oh, I just want to get it right, you know? Start on a good note.

No, no, I can't believe it either.

Um, well, I've just got something to sort out here.

Shouldn't take long, then I'll go home, I'll get changed

and I'll be right over.

Yep. Alright. 'Bye.

Police! Open up!

Police!

The DPP needed those case notes first thing.

I'll take them over now, Sarge.

Yeah, eight o'clock is not first thing.

Well, Matt usually takes them over, but I forgot he's off today.

Simon, you're running on three cylinders these days. Fire it up.

Yes...

Do the...

Joyner, help.

L-I need some help.

Oi! I've been...

Gray! Gray!

This old fart's still alive.

I'm a police officer. Oh, no, you're not.

You're a bloody Christmas present.

Peter.

It's Sandy.

She was really bad yesterday.

Crying.

Pain. You know?

Oh, Sandy.

I didn't know what to do. I...

When I got up, she was...

I'm sorry to be a nuisance, hey.

No more pain now.

Was she taking the medication?

Oh, for all the good it was doing her.

Look, I'll make some calls. Do you wanna stay with her?

Pats on the back.

Wolfie's in a good mood. Not with Simon.

And he's left his phone here too.

Detective Mapplethorpe.

Er, good morning, ma'am.

No, no. Not too busy at the moment.

We're really good friends.

We've, um, known each other for about 20 years.

Sandy's been sick for the last five or six.

I'm... still not sure what you want from me, ma'am.

I want to circumvent some of the unpleasant stuff.

Peter's been through hell, especially the last 12 months,

and the last thing he needs is blue uniforms

and marked cars all over the place.

Of course. But if you're close, then...

Sometimes it is possible to be too close, Detective.

So the death wasn't unexpected?

We thought she had another six months.

But - cancer, who can tell?

I'd like you to take his statement, gently,

and, er, prepare the report for the Coroner's Office.

Right, ma'am.

Peter. Detective Mapplethorpe will stay with you.

I'll be back later on

and I want you to come with us tonight.

Mum! I gotta go.

Oh, darling, did you have breakfast?

Yeah. Toast and cereal. I left some out for you.

I don't think I'll have time, darling, but thank you anyway.

You never eat breakfast.

Oh, hi. I'm Joshua. Josh.

Hi, Josh. I'm Jennifer.

I'm really sorry, Uncle Pete.

Hey. You get off to school. I'll be fine.

I'll get myself to soccer training.

Oh, Jesus! No, don't worry about it.

No. Right. Thanks, mate.

See you, Mum. Good boy.

See ya.

I'd better go too.

Well, what happens now?

I... I want to see where they've taken her.

Yeah. You get dressed and we can do that.

And, er, then we'll chat about what happened.

What happened?

My wife had cancer for five years and then she died. That's what happened.

DPP were pleased to see you, were they?

They should come here and collect their own bloody files.

I mean, we work hard enough catching the bad guys,

then half the time they stuff up the prosecutions

and we have to go out and catch them all over again.

Am I right, or am I right? Both.

Er, cheer up.

I think one of your girlfriends has been trying to call you.

You have one new message.

Message received today at 8:09am.

Joyner. I've... I... I need some help.

Oi! Gray.

You think he's in trouble? Well, yeah, you heard the message.

Come on, Si, it sounds like a pub or a club or something.

At ten past eight in the morning? I checked the message details.

It was his mobile, Sarge. You've called back?

Yeah. Out of service.

You and Sparkes signed off on that hit-and-run yesterday, didn't you?

He took off straight away saying something about a drycleaner's.

What time?

Come on, Simon, what time? It was a bit early, Sergeant.

About four-ish.

Did he mention anything about a meeting

or anything he was following up?

Oh, hang on. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

He's on a rostered day off, isn't he?

Yeah, supposedly.

Oh, well, he's hit an early opener and he's written himself off.

No. I could hear it in his voice. He's in trouble.

Alright, get over to his place. See what you can find out.

Er, Simon - phone.

I'll see if I can get a fix on that message, where it came from.

Just in case. Let's go.

Been knocking for ages, Sarge. No way he's in there.

Yeah, we've checked with a couple of his neighbours.

They haven't seen him either.

Look, I'm gonna go and find the caretake...

What? Break in? No way.

Oh, we're in.

Sparkes is gonna have your balls when he sees that door.

There's not a lot of room. Lorraine took him to the cleaners, eh?

Yeah, drycleaners. Slacks and a jacket.

Not a suit like he wears to work. Well, you said he's on a RDO.

Maybe he was going out, he wanted to look nice.

Smart and casual.

Looks like he put his Jamie Oliver impersonation on hold.

Yeah, hang on a minute, Sarge. We're just checking out the place.

Chockies. And a doll.

A blow-up doll I'd understand.

Eh? No, no, he's not here, Sarge. We don't know where he is.

Well, talk to the other neighbours, see what you can find.

I'll check his day book. Yeah. Right.

Ow! Yeah!

Yeah!

OK, thanks, anyway.

Look, maybe he sounded slurred because he's pissed.

What pub does he go to? All of them.

And he's not pissed, he's hurt. OK?

Look, I'm just saying, Simon, that it's...

Why was he asking for help, Duncan? To order another beer?

Hey, excuse me.

Ms Pilsbury. Er, it's Kelly, isn't it?

Yeah. What's going on? Where's Wilton?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

What are you doing here?

Well, he was supposed to meet me this morning.

Early?

He's, um, hired a little motor launch thing.

We were gonna have a day on the river, a picnic with my girls.

He hasn't met them yet.

Hmm. Well, that makes sense of an entry in his day book.

I tried his mobile, but it was out of service.

But the thing is I spoke to him really early this morning

and he said he was on his way.

I mean, it's a big deal for all of us, especially the girls.

Well, maybe he changed his mind. About the day.

Got cold feet about meeting my kids, you mean?

Well?

No.

He said something about needing to sort something out.

I mean, he wouldn't just bail on us.

That's not the Wilton Sparkes I know.

Can you get me to a hospital?

I'm gonna die. Yeah. Yeah, you are, fat man.

But not soon.

You see, you're gut shot.

It's gonna take you hours to go.

What, you're not too thrilled about that, eh?

Please. I need water.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Must be sore.

Looks like the bullet went in.

Right about there.

Looks of the blood, I'd say you'd last till about... ooh, dark.

Er, no.

I'm not going anywhere until I find out what's happened to him.

That could take some time, Ms Pilsbury.

That's alright. I'm happy to wait.

Hey, listen.

So, maybe he bonked her.