So, it's all settled, then?
Yes, mate.
I've just got to pick up the keys
and you'll be looking at one happy home owner.
When does your mum move in? Gawd knows.
I tried calling last night - no answer.
Have you tried again today?
I'll do it when I get to the office.
You got things on your mind?
Not really.
Are you sure?
Oh, a bit bothered, you know.
I have a ton of paperwork to sort out.
You'll be right.
My life's out of control.
You'll be right, Ben.
PLANE ENGINE WHIRRS
What the...?
LOUD EXPLOSION
Bloody hell!
Mt Thomas 508 to VKC.
confirming a plane crash and a large fire on Digger's Reef Road.
We need ambos and fireys.
We're going code five.
Just keep an eye on it for a while.
Alright, everybody.
This is an accident site so can you stay back, please?
The whole area could be unsafe.
Did you hear what I said?
Ben, it's front page news.
Get back or you'll make your own news.
Hey... Back!
Do we know where the plane was from?
No, not as yet.
What about the owners of the house?
Ben said there was mail in the letterbox addressed to Fielding.
Donna! Donna!
Madam!
I'm sorry - stay back, please.
Where's Edwin?
Sorry... Jesse!
Please calm down. She's my sister.
It's a young couple with a small child.
Moved in about a year ago.
Were they home? A stationwagon was parked out back.
What about Air Transport?
They'll be here in an hour.
It's okay - listen.
This has only just happened.
We don't know the full story yet.
Your sister - she might be alright.
Just take it easy.
What's your name? Fiona.
Fiona? Fiona Radcliffe.
Stay calm and come over here.
Excuse me! What do you think you're doing?
Do you know someone in this house?
Get out of here - rack off!
Rack off! Get back there!
They're dead, aren't they?
We don't know for sure.
No, they would have been home, all of them.
Not necessarily.
It's Edwin's last day today.
He's due back at work tomorrow.
Where does he work?
One of the oil rigs out on Bass Strait.
He's gone weeks at a time, doesn't get home much.
It's a long way to go to work.
Yeah, I know,
but they always wanted to live in the country.
It's been their dream forever.
He's so devoted to her.
She's so lucky.
Beautiful house, beautiful little boy.
That was taken at Jesse's christening.
You seem very close to your sister.
Yeah.
We spoke on the phone last night and we ended up having an argument.
That's why I came up to see her.
I didn't want anything coming between us.
She won't go anywhere until she knows more about what's going on.
Want me to call Chris, get her a room at the pub?
That'd be great. Thanks.
I can't believe there's a whole family gone.
It's just terrible.
Should we contact other relatives?
No, she's willing to take care of that.
Sir, can I help you?
I'd like to see Senior Sergeant Croydon.
Oh, that would be me.
Michael King, Air Transport Safety Bureau.
Pleased to meet you.
This is Senior Constable Stewart.
He was one of the first there. Direct hit?
Yes. It's a tragic situation.
No point wasting time.
Can you direct me to the scene?
Yes. I'll take you there myself.
So, have you been doing this type of work for long?
Long enough.
You must like it, then.
It can still be a challenge.
But there's really only one cause of any aircraft crash -
and that's lack of altitude.
Mr King.
That's right.
I'm Sergeant Gallagher and this is Senior Detective Hasham.
You'll find the scene secure.
The fireys are just checking, then the coroner can move in.
Have we found the victims?
We don't know that there are any.
We haven't located any yet. I see.
Who owns the aircraft?
It's registered to a local company - Flying High Charters.
Have you been in touch?
There's no reply.
I'll send a member over to find out about the pilot and passengers.
Ben, could you? No worries.
Is there anything else we can do for you, Mr King?
Please, call me Michael.
No. You've done more than enough already.
Sarge seems to like Howdy-Doody.
She would.
Yeah, Monty Edwards, flight maintenance.
I'd shake you blokes' hands, but...
It's okay.
We're just wondering if you know of a plane VH Tango Charlie Victor.
Yeah. It's a Cessna 182 - why?
It just crashed into a farmhouse on Digger's Reef Road.
The bloody little idiot!
Who's that?
Young Brett Dwyer.
He was the pilot?
Yeah. He'd come in early to help me prep the plane for some skydivers.
He's not meant to fly the thing.
Why not?
He can only fly trainers.
He's trying to get his hours up.
Has he ever flown this plane?
Yeah, but we had just taken the door off for the skydivers.
It creates a drag on the starboard side.
It can be hard to handle.
He didn't say he was taking it?
No. I was working in here on the engine.
Next thing I know, I wander outside and he'd taken off in the Cessna.
He must have had to lodge a flight plan.
No, you don't need to if it's just a local flight.
Surely he wouldn't just take a plane.
I don't know, mate.
You'll have to check with Hayden.
He's the boss around here.
Hayden - is that his surname?
Oh, no - Clarke. Hayden Clarke.
But don't even bother trying to find him.
He doesn't turn up before 10.
Did Brett have any family?
Yeah, yeah.
He lives with his dad.
Mr John Dwyer?
Yeah.
Senior Detective Hasham.
Senior Constable Ben Stewart, Mt Thomas police.
Uh-huh.
May we come in, please?
Oh, yeah - come in, yeah.
You may be aware that there was an accident this morning
where a light aircraft crashed into a farmhouse on Digger's Reef Road.
Oh, no.
We believe that your son, Brett Dwyer,
may have been the pilot at the time.
Brett?
No, it can't have been Brett.
He's a very good pilot.
All his instructors say he's a natural.
Well, it's still unconfirmed at the moment, sir,
but we do believe Brett was flying the plane.
Even though it did crash, I mean, he could still be alive.
Lots of people have walked away from some horrible crashes.
That racing car driver?
Maybe so, but chances of survival would be pretty slim.
All he's ever wanted to do is fly.
And he's worked hard - doing gardening, doing odd jobs.
He still does.
He could never save enough for the lessons.
Then my wife got sick.
And when she found she wouldn't pull through,
she said we should use her life insurance to pay for them.
Do you know what caused it?
We think there was some sort of a mix-up with the planes.
What kind of mix-up?
We think Brett might have taken the wrong aircraft.
Oh, no - that's wrong.
No. Brett would have made sure everything was done by the book.
He's always very careful.
We understand that Brett had just got his licence.
Oh, so what?
He wouldn't take risks.
Meant too much to him.
Nevertheless, it does appear
that inexperience may have been a factor.
He was not responsible for that crash!
Something must have gone wrong with the plane.
I'm sure he did everything he could.
Well, if Brett was as good a pilot as he says,
maybe there was something wrong with the plane.
It's a possibility.
I wouldn't mind having a chat
to the bloke who runs that charter company.
Maybe he's dodgy.
Benny, this is not our investigation.
A family was wiped out, just like that.
That's why they brought in King to carry out an investigation.
King couldn't give a toss.
I don't think he's completely heartless.
You haven't heard his jokes.
We all have ways of dealing with things, Ben.
The fireys have found some crispy critters.
The pilot, a small child and the other one looks like a woman.
We'll need dental records to confirm ID's.
You sure there's only three bodies?
Should there be more?
We thought there was a man at home - the woman's husband.
It's possible there's some remains out back,
but the fireys did a good sweep.
If he wasn't at home, where was he?
Good question.
Holidays, you'd think he'd be home.
If he went down the street, he'd be back.
I might chat to Fiona Radcliffe, find out who his mates are.
He didn't have any as far as I know -
not in Mt Thomas, anyway.
What about relatives?
All in Queensland.
What about his work? Could they have called him back early?
Well, they must have.
Edwin's not the type to disappear -
not without good reason.
Do you know the name of the company he worked for?
Bass Oil Rigs, something like that.
Did he drive to work?
No. They had one car, and it was Donna's.
I think he used to take a bus to Warrnambool and fly from there.
I'm not sure.
It's okay - we'll track him down.
I just don't know how he's gonna survive, you know.
Donna and Jess meant everything to him.
Excuse me, Miss Radcliffe.
Tony Timms, Mt Thomas Gazette.
I'm sorry about your loss.
We didn't get a chance to talk. Go away, Tony.
You're interrupting an investigation. At the pub?! You cops...
Bugger off, Tony.
She doesn't want to talk to you. Hey!
We should let Miss Radcliffe decide whether she wants to talk to me.
Would you like to talk to me? I'm sorry.
You have no reaction to the rumour of shoddy maintenance on the plane?
What rumour? Let's get out of here.
The plane in the crash was a rustbucket.
How do you know that? Don't listen.
Hayden cuts corners. You can't say that without proof.
Have you flown in one of his planes?
I have. It shuddered so much... Leave.
...fall apart. Leave.
That killed my sister!
Is that what you mean? Rumours are...
What is going on here?
Can I get one comment, please? No, Tony.
Tony. On your bike. Off you go.
Sorry.
What he said - is that true?
Tony loves a good beat-up.
If there are rumours going around, there must be some truth to it.
Can't you investigate?
I'm afraid it's not my job.
Then whose job is it?
Michael King. He works for the Air Transport Safety Bureau.
And he'll get to the bottom of this?
Do you want to just take a seat?
I'll be with you in a minute.
Jo, it's Ben.
Hey!
Unbelievable.
TESS: What's up?
I found out why my mum hasn't been returning my calls.
Is she alright? Oh, she's fine.
She's been having a dirty weekend with a guy from down the road.
Yeah? Good on her.
It's my mother we're talking about. So?
Mothers aren't supposed to do stuff like this.
How would you feel if it was your mum?
You'll cope.
PJ. Yes?
I've just had Ben on the phone.
He said he can't get back to the office for at least an hour.
He asked me to...
He asked me to cover for him. What's up?
I don't know, but he's at the pub.
It's not my bloody job to keep tabs on people.
You could have had a look.
Maybe if you did a day's work now and again it mightn't have happened.
It's my bloody business.
Alright.
That means you can just come in here and stuff it up, is that it?
Problems?
Sorry?
Sounded like a blue.
No, mate. A slight difference of opinion.
Nothing major.
I take it that's Hayden Clarke. Yeah.
So what was the argument about?
Just work stuff, mate.
I keep hearing rumours that he's a bit of a cowboy.
Yeah?
Is he?
Have you ever got anything nice to say about your boss?
Mr Clarke?
What?
Senior Constable Ben Stewart, Mt Thomas police.
I'm making inquiries about the accident this morning.
I can't tell you anything.
I wasn't even here.
I understand that Brett Dwyer wasn't supposed to be, either.
Can you tell me why he would have taken the wrong aircraft?
Who knows? The kid was pretty cocky.
Probably took a Cessna because he liked it better.
Even though he was booked to fly your trainer?
Yeah. He took advantage when he knew I'd be late.
I reckon he figured he could take the Cessna out
and have it back before the skydivers arrived.
Would you say he was a good pilot?
I would have, before today.
Even a great pilot could have trouble if the plane wasn't in good nick.
There was nothing wrong with it.
Word is, there's been corner-cutting. What's Monty been saying?
Oh, damn.
There you go.
Have you been drinking?
So? I like a slug of whiskey in my coffee.
So what?
It doesn't make me an alcoholic, does it?
I'm not having the best of days, Constable.
My business could go down the gurgler because of some stupid kid.
Perhaps you gave that stupid kid permission to fly the aircraft
and you don't even remember.
One drink doesn't mean I can't run a business.
You have a responsible position and you have a drinking problem.
That's not a good combination.
Believe it or not, we will look into all aspects of the case.
Do it as soon as possible.
I wouldn't put it past Clarke to destroy evidence.
If he is running a shonky operation, he
If he is running a shonky operation, he probably already has.
If he's not shonky, he's definitely negligent.
What proof have you got?
Look at the place - it's a mess.
You'll have to do better than that.
The guy's an alcoholic.
Is that the village gossip or do you know that for sure?
He spilled his coffee this morning. It was laced with scotch.
Why were you in his office?
Just investigating a rumour.
When I arrived, Clarke was having a row with Monty Edwards.
He's in charge of maintenance.
Sergeant Gallagher sent you? No, it was a lead.
You might think you're trying to help
but this is my investigation.
If and when I need your help, I'll ask you for it.
Yes, Mr King. I'm really sorry.
What a wanker!
How long's he sticking around for?
Too bloody long, if you ask me.
Oi. Anyone miss me?
Sarge was asking after you.
I told her you had to pay bills. Thanks for that.
How'd you go with the oil rig?
Yeah, I got onto them.
They don't expect Mr Fielding till tomorrow afternoon.
What about the bus company?
I checked all trips to Warrnambool. No-one's seen him.
Thanks for that.
PJ, can I have a word, mate?
How can I help you? Your office, if it's okay.
Take a while to pay the bills?
Yeah, Sarge. There was a bit of a line at the post office.
It gets like that. Took me ages to buy a stamp the other day.
So, where have you really been?
Talking to Hayden Clarke at the aerodrome.
Benny, what'd you do that for?
The guy is definitely hiding something.
I questioned him about business practices
and he thought Monty Edwards, his mechanic, had shot his mouth off.
There's something he doesn't want getting out.
You speak to Edwards?
Yep. He clammed up.
He knows things but I reckon he wants to keep his job.
Benny... I need to get the dirt on Clarke.
It's not our case. Leave it to King.
The bloke's on an ego trip.
Doesn't matter. That's what he's paid for.
He is not the one who deals with grieving relatives.
What are you trying to prove?
I'm not trying to prove a thing.
Then leave it.
Sorry to interrupt.
There's a Monty Edwards here.
Says it's really important.
So, why the change of heart, Mr Edwards?
Look, I'm not taking the fall for that pisspot.
He's blaming me for Brett taking that aircraft up.
It's not my responsibility.
You just keep the planes flying. Yeah, exactly.
I won't have people point the finger at me saying my work is shoddy.
Look, the business is going downhill.
Hayden's hardly ever there, he misses calls.
He doesn't ring customers back.
There's a huge cashflow problem.
Does he cut corners? Well...
The regulations are really strict, right?
You have to replace a part because it's done a certain number of hours
but nine times out of ten nothing is wrong with the part.
I do a check, give Hayden a report
but it's up to him to order what work is to be done.
And he doesn't always do it? No.
No, he doesn't.
Have you got any proof of this?
PHONE RINGS
See what I mean?
Not only does he go out for a three hour lunch,
but he can't even remember to put on the answering machine.
No wonder he's going broke.
These are the reports on the Cessna.
Great.
Looks like the last one was done two weeks ago.
Yeah, that's the last time it was used.
I did the daily on that this morning.
These are the purchase orders for the suppliers.
What's this number here?
That's the flying hours she's clocked up.
These are a list of recommendations.
What the hell are you doing here?!
We're checking on certain allegations.
Not you, I'm talking to him.
I thought I told you to clear out.
You've been sacked. This is trespass.
You're lucky Clarke's not laying a complaint.
You know that, don't you? Yeah.
Take a seat.
Would you mind telling me what this is all about?
An innocent woman and her child have been killed.
I thought we'd work together to find out why.
That doesn't explain why you're running your own race.
I want to find the answers. As do we all.
Look, boss, I know that I lost it back there for a while.
But that's over, I promise you.
What about the drinking?
It's under control. Everything is under control.
Try and keep it that way.
See you tomorrow.
How'd that go?
Good - on the surface.
He worries me.
He'll be alright.
He needs us to be patient till he sorts himself out.
I think I can smooth things over with Mr King.
You don't say.
He invited me out to dinner tonight.
Really?
Hey, Chris, how are you?
Your usual table is taken up tonight.
Hot date in progress.
Go, Sarge! About time she let her hair down.
Maybe we should go and join them - cramp her style a bit.
No, I reckon we should leave them to it.
Well, at least she'll be in a good mood tomorrow.
Why?
Come on, isn't that what all you blokes reckon she needs?
I mean, he's not exactly my type but I guess he'd be hers.
So neat and organised, don't you reckon?
I reckon I'll have the lamb.
I can't help feeling responsible for what happened.
I should keep more of an eye on my members.
It's not your fault.
You can't keep an eye on everyone.
But I'm sure you try.
Ben's just had a few personal problems recently.
He should learn to separate that from his work.
Well, he's been spoken to. I'm sure it won't happen again.
With you in charge, I'm prepared to believe it.
DOOR KNOCK
Hi.
Is everything alright?
Um, yeah, I guess.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. Come in.
I was wondering if there was any news on Edwin.
Not that I've heard.
It's been really hard, you know, phoning around telling everyone
about Donna and Jess, trying to explain that Ed's gone missing.
It's a tough job.
No, thanks.
I just want you to know the rest of the family are out looking for him.
I'm sure he's going to turn up.
I don't understand where he could be.
I'm really worried about him.
No chance that he could have walked out on her?
No. No way.
He loved Donna too much.
Even if there were problems, he would never leave her.
He might just turn up at work tomorrow.
That's what we're hoping for, anyway.
Um, did you speak to that guy, the one who runs the company?
Yes. What did he say?
I can't really comment.
He is being investigated? Yes.
Is he shonky? Possibly.
There's evidence against him?
Some...
Look, Fiona, it's very early in this investigation
and it really is not up to me.
Yeah, I know, but it feels like you're the only one who cares.
Um, I guess I should go.
Are you going to be okay by yourself?
Yeah, I always am.
Good morning, guys.
Did I do something wrong?
The sergeant wants to see you.
Yeah, what about?
Senior Constable Stewart. In here, please.
What's the John Dory?
Haven't seen the morning paper, have you?
Special report, exclusive story by our friend Tony Timms.
He claims there is evidence
the charter company is responsible for the crash.
Naturally, he's refusing to name his sources.
Perhaps you could tell us.
Me? How should I know?
If you think that I spoke to Timms, you couldn't be more wrong.
I can't stand the bloke.
But you have a burning desire to push this investigation along.
This sort of publicity might help.
I wouldn't do something like that.
You should talk to the mechanic.
Find out why he was so keen to dob on his boss after he'd been sacked.
We've spoken to him. He's on his way in.
Sort the matter out.
I won't stand for more interference.
Don't worry, we'll get the to bottom of it.
Everything alright?
I wouldn't say that, no.
I've been accused of leaking stories to Tony Timms.
No-one accused you of anything.
It's what everyone thinks.
We're looking into it. You heard the boss.
You! I want a word!
What can we do for you, Mr Clarke?
You've already done it. He has, anyway.
I have nothing to do with that story.
No, but you started it. That's crap.
What do you reckon this has done to my business?
You should have thought of that before you cut corners.
Nothing's wrong with my aircraft. This is down to you.
I'm not the one putting whiskey in my morning coffee.
I'm not the one seen pissing on at nightclubs
till all hours of the morning.
Oh, what, you reckon people don't talk?
That'll do, Mr Clarke. You can go.
You're the drunk, buddy.
DOOR SLAMS
Monty Edwards - you people asked me to come in.
That's right.
Is this about yesterday? Not exactly.
It's about the article in this morning's paper.
What article?
I've never seen this before.
Have you been chatting to Mr Timms?
No. I've never even met the bloke.
Did you tell anyone about this?
Of course not - I'm not stupid.
If Hayden gets the blame for this, some of the mud will stick to me.
Excuse me, Sergeant.
A disturbance at the aerodrome.
I'm glad I was here, otherwise you'd blame me for that.
Want me to take care of it? No, I'll go.
You've got enough to do.
Come out of there, you bloody mongrel!
Come on!
Come on, be a man.
Sir, step back from the door, okay?
He killed my son!
You saw the papers.
His planes are unsafe.
He doesn't do any maintenance.
Just calm down, mate.
Step back from the door.
He killed Brett!
I understand you're upset.
We can talk about this.
It's not the way to go about it.
Mr Clarke, open up, please.
He tried to kill me!
I had to lock myself in.
Bloke's a bloody killer!
You're the killer - you and your tin-pot planes!
There's nothing wrong with my planes!
Your stupid kid killed himself!
Brett's a good pilot!
Yes, I'm sure he was.
Didn't I tell you that?
Didn't I say my son was a good pilot?
I remember, Mr Dwyer.
If you don't believe me, here, look at this.
That's his log book. The Air Safety man said it was perfect.
I remember you saying that.
Well, take a look!
Look! All those trips he made in the plane -
and he never had any trouble.
That's absolutely right.
They ought to shut him down - he's a shonk!
That's crap.
The paper says... It lied!
Constable, take Mr Dwyer through to the interview room.
Through here, sir.
Just sit quietly before we take your statement.
I don't want to be quiet. Sit down.
Do as the sergeant says, Mr Clarke.
You bastard!
Hey - assault, Mr Clarke!
You ruined me! You know that?
Put him in a cell, let him dry out.
I could kill Tony Timms.
That article has caused nothing but trouble.
Any idea where this lead is from?
Apart from Monty Edwards,
I can't think of anyone with a good enough reason.
Yeah - the reporter that came up to us.
I can't remember his name. Tony Timms.
Yeah - that's him.
He was here when I got home last night, and he started talking to me.
You told him there was evidence against the charter company?
You said there was.
Mmm.
Is that a problem?
Tony isn't the best person to talk to.
Oh, sorry.
I guess I was still upset and it just came out.
Are you in trouble because of me?
Oh, it's alright.
Do you want me to write a statement?
No. We'll just take care of it.
She was upset about her sister's death
and I let her know something was being done.
I see. You shouldn't have said a thing.
But Hayden Clarke does look cobbled.
It's no excuse. You over-stepped the line.
DOOR KNOCK Yes?
Sorry to barge in.
I have Brett Dwyer's log book here.
It lists the flights he made,
including the names of passengers that went up with him.
Looking for something in particular?
Look at last Wednesday.
He took up Donna Fielding?
They knew each other!
Looks like it.
So, maybe the plane crash wasn't an accident.
How much longer am I going to be kept here?
Until we decide whether assault charges will be laid, Mr Dwyer.
Meantime, we'd like to talk to you about your son.
What about him?
Sir, did he ever mention a Donna Fielding?
The woman who was killed? Mmm-hmm.
I don't think so - why?
You see, according to his log book,
he took her for a joy flight last week.
We think there might be a connection.
No. He never mentioned it.
Is it possible they were seeing each other secretly?
Not a chance.
Brett never had time for girls.
Cost too much, he reckoned.
He spent every spare dollar he had on his flying.
He worked as a gardener, didn't he?
That's right.
Is it possible he worked for her?
Oh, you'd have to check his work diary, wouldn't you?
Well, I think you'd be wasting your time.
Brett wouldn't have bothered with a married woman.
We'd like to do that, if we may.
This says he started work for Donna a couple of months ago
and made regular visits each week.
You think they had an affair?
Her husband was away for long periods.
She was alone on that property with a small kid.
It's just speculation.
I'd like to have a chat to the sister.
Yes, alright. It would be nice to find out something factual.
What are you asking me that for?
I know it's a delicate question, but it could be important.
Yes, she was seeing someone.
It was such a mess.
I told her to break it off.
I told her to think of Edwin and think of Jesse.
And she said she would.
Then the night before the accident, I called her.
She said she broke it off but was having second thoughts.
We argued about it a lot.
I told her she was stupid and I told her she was selfish.
And they were the last things I ever said to her.
This other man - do you know who he was?
No, I don't know.
I don't want to know.
She was an idiot to risk what she had with Edwin.
But there's this.
Constable Stewart found it in Donna's mailbox and gave it to me.
It's a love letter from the guy she was seeing,
but it's only signed with a B.
"I know you said you didn't want to see me again,
but I can't take that.
We belong together.
If you're not with me, I don't know what I'll do."
We've checked Brett's work diary.
The handwriting matches.
Murder/suicide.
That's a bit dramatic, isn't it?
It explains the direct hit on the house.
Brett loved flying and he loved her.
Why not destroy it all?
Have you spoken to Homicide?
On their way. I'll start preliminary inquiries.
You better let Michael King know about this letter.
I'll call him.
Any more news on Edwin Fielding, mate?
Bass Rigs will give us a call if and when he arrives at work.
Maybe he found out about the affair.
Do you think he might have walked out on her?
It's possible.
What's the latest?
It's looking like Brett was responsible.
I can't believe that.
You went after the wrong bloke.
Hayden is not a good operator.
That may be true, but it doesn't look like he caused the accident.
Oh, what do you want?
Are you capable of giving a statement?
What about?
The incident when you were assaulted by Mr Dwyer.
What's the point?
I'm tried and convicted anyway, thanks to the newspaper.
Might as well close up shop now.
This investigation's got a long way to go yet.
Not as far as the public's concerned.
I know you don't believe me,
but there's nothing unsafe about my aircraft.
I wouldn't let anyone go up there if there was any risk.
I used to be a pilot myself.
What happened?
I started failing medicals.
That forced me to stop.
I had nothin' else to do but run the business
and watch others have all the fun - kids like Brett.
I used to be like him.
He hasn't called yet?
Do you want him charged?
He doesn't want Dwyer charged, so I think it's only fair.
Alright.
Make sure he gets home safely. Yeah.
Sarge, that was the oil company.
Edwin Fielding hasn't turned up to work yet.
They're going to ask his workmates if they know anything.
Alright. Let us know, will you?
Can I help you?
I'd like to see Sergeant Gallagher.
Of course you would.
What can we do for you, Mr King?
I have information in relation to your murder/suicide theory.
A gun's been found - a .38 revolver.
Your Crime Scene people are sending it to Ballistics.
It looks like a shot was fired. The others burnt.
Have you got a serial number?
We'd like you to chase it up for us,
but odds are it belonged to the pilot.
Hold it for a sec, will you?
What makes you say that?
It was jammed into a piece of the fuselage,
so it was inside the plane at the time of impact.
You believe Mr Fielding was murdered?
He hasn't arrived at the rig.
A gun was found in the wreck, with a spent shell.
Any record of the serial number?
No, none whatsoever.
But Michael was adamant it was found with the pilot.
So if Fielding was murdered, where did it happen?
Where's the body? Out at the house.
If there was a body, they would have found it.
Maybe it was moved. It's possible.
Alright, have another talk to John Dwyer.
Find out if Brett owned a car - and a gun.
What would he want a gun for?
A gun was found in the wreckage.
This is ridiculous.
First you claim my son deliberately crashed that plane.
Now you try to say he shot someone.
Edwin Fielding is missing, Mr Dwyer.
Brett wouldn't kill anyone. He's no psycho.
Was he upset when he went to the airfield?
No - no.
Just normal - same as always.
How did he get there?
He has a ute - for his gardening stuff.
Where's that now?
I suppose it's still out there.
I never thought about bringing it back.
Have you got any spare keys?
Yes, but you're not going anywhere near Brett's car, not without me.
Alright, then. Let's go.
I don't know what you expect to find.
Brett's not to blame for any of this.
Sarge, do you mind if I go with PJ?
Why?
I just want to see this one through - do it properly.
I don't understand.
It should be here.
Could he have parked it somewhere else?
I reckon somebody stole it.
PJ, have a look at this.
Staff parking permit for Bass Oil Rigs.
It's unlocked, too.
Here we go.
Thirty-eights.
That'd be worth a rego check, don't you reckon?
The car was registered to Robert Jackman,
one of Edwin's workmates out at the rig.
How come Edwin was driving it? They had a deal.
If Robert was working when Edwin had leave,
Edwin borrowed his car - save him from taking the bus.
That means Edwin was looking for Brett
rather than the other way around.
Received that.
What's happening?
Nothing that concerns you, Mr Dwyer.
If it's about my son, I reckon I have a right to know.
We're doing the best we can, sir - if you just leave it to us.
Alright, let's think about this.
Edwin finds out his wife is having an affair.
He packs a pistol and goes to talk to the man in question.
He confronts Brett, they struggle.
Brett gains control of the gun, shoots Edwin.
So if we take a look at where Brett was last working,
there could be a body.
Let's talk to the man in charge.
I made a deal with him.
If he'd work for nothin' I'd give him some free air time.
Couldn't get rid of him after that.
You'd usually find him out here.
Is that Brett Dwyer's car? Yeah.
That's not Ed Fielding.
That's Brett Dwyer.
No!
Not my boy.
Not my beautiful boy.
The, um...
..the person flying the plane wasn't who we thought it was.
So who was it?
Your brother-in-law - Edwin Fielding.
You're wrong.
Edwin couldn't fly a plane.
Well, he held a licence six years ago.
He just let it lapse.
No. There's some kind of mix-up.
Dental records will confirm the theory
but we think he learned of your sister's affair,
shot Brett Dwyer,
then deliberately flew the plane into the house.
No! No! He wouldn't do that!
He loved her with a passion.
Jesse - he wouldn't kill Jesse.
I mean, I can vaguely understand him killing his wife or himself.
But what did the kid do?
It's just crazy.
Probably thought he had nothing to live for.
He was a nutter.
Oi, Jacko. Looks like it's on again.
Exchanging numbers. Must be serious.
It's probably just business.
Are you kidding?
They both want it bad.
A bit of physical contact there.
It's definitely on.
What's she doing?!
Looks like the big brush-off.
Now we'll never get to see her in a good mood.
Mind if I join you guys?
Yeah, sure.
So, what's the story? What do you mean?
Well, you and Mr King.
I thought you were hitting it off.
What gave you that impression?
Dinner last light.
He was obviously keen.
Yeah, well, he's not my type.
He's too full of himself.
Too neat.
Don't you reckon?
Yeah.
Hey, you are home. Hi.
Want to come to the pub and have a feed with the others?
No, mate. I'm dining in tonight.
I'd offer you some, but I'm down to my last packet.
Just as well.
Want a drink?
No, I'm right.
Looks like you've got stuck into it already.
It went down the sink last night.
Now it's just me and the noodles.
I'll leave you to it then.
I have to start packing.
You wouldn't believe the junk I've got.
You'll have plenty of space in your new joint.
Plenty now that Mum's not coming.
She's not? How come?
She wants to shack up with Mr Pavlovich instead.
The dirty weekend guy?
Says they're in love. That's nice.
Fantastic, except she's lent me this huge house and I'm all by myself.
Anyway, hoo-roo.
Hey.
You don't want to move in, do you?
Me? Why would I?
Living on the premises is like you never get away from work.
No, I'm right.
Do you good. I'm happy.
Are you? Yeah.
You let me know if you change your mind.
I will.
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