Ease up. Come on.
Come around. Bring her in.
Come on.
Bring it in. Right, there you go.
Yah! Hey-ya!
Hey. Good morning, Bails.
How you doin'?
Whoa.
Shh. Shh.
Hey, hey. Shh. Whoa.
Hey, what's wrong, you big grump?
Shh. Stop it.
Come on. It's OK.
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You know, if I was gonna be reincarnated as anything,
it'd be as a horse.
I can see that - proud, noble, sleek.
Not as a thoroughbred, though -
I'd be wild and untamed, you know, like a brumby...
Sure.
Rearing up if anybody tried to capture me.
Well... almost anyone.
I'd like to come back as a fish. Yeah?
Maybe a pike or a mackerel - haven't decided yet.
Hey, guys.
Pretty interesting one, this.
Giddy up.
Giddy up?
The victim was the vet here, Evelyn Warricky, 33 -
only here a few months.
Death by a hot shot of a pretty heavy-duty horse tranquilliser called ketamine.
Actually, it's a horse anaesthetic, Peter.
Self-administered? We don't think so.
There are signs of a struggle -
scratch marks, early bruising to the arms.
The lab rats are checking it out now.
It didn't kill her immediately, though.
What I've been able to work out
is that she managed to make her way from the vet's clinic
into this stable, and she was found there.
Blood trail. Nice work, Pete. Thanks, Nic.
Ketamine. Any idea as to the dosage? It was enough to kill her, Charlie.
Well, dosage is a lot more than just amount, Peter.
It's about how it's administered -
interval, strength over time, that sort of thing.
Maybe the killer didn't give her enough.
Maybe they were interrupted.
Maybe she was... Can we see the clinic?
Yeah, can we? Actually, we'll just follow the blood trail.
Oh, of course, yeah.
It's just, um... Yeah, yeah.
I think she slipped on her way out and put her arm through the glass.
Mm-hm.
She tried to use the phone,
tried to write a message on the laptop, which was here,
and then stumbled out.
The interesting thing... Hang on - who did she try and ring?
Who was the message for? What did she say?
Well, she got two digits out and dropped the phone.
And the message on the laptop is total gibberish.
The point is...
Is that why you think she was given the ketamine in here?
Yeah, that and the vial that was under the table.
The point is I have got a suspect.
One of the workers here, the stable manager, Laura Bell-Paisley,
had a pretty significant history with the victim.
Our murdered vet was responsible for an outbreak of Hendra virus
a few years back, up in Queensland.
Turns out Laura's husband died as a result.
Laura wrote some pretty ugly letters to her.
It's pretty elaborate, though, isn't it,
coming down and getting a job here just to avenge her husband's death.
Well, as Shakespeare says,
"Revenge is a dish best served cold."
Actually, Peter, it's from 'The Godfather'.
My point is she has motive and opportunity.
And when we find some hard evidence, we're taking her in.
Well, if we find anything, we'll let...
Just clean the office, the blood trail and the stable.
And yes, if you do find anything, I appreciate you letting me know.
He's very out of sorts. Yeah, yeah.
Very snippy.
I wonder why Evelyn came back to the stables.
Well, she tried to ring someone, she tried to leave a message...
Yeah. Well, maybe she wanted to be with the horses.
Maybe she just wanted to say goodbye.
Maybe we should have a look-see.
G'day.
Hi. Hi.
You the cleaners, are you? Yeah.
Um, I'm Nicola Buchanan. This is my husband, Charlie.
Paul Craven. I'm head trainer here at Cardwell.
I'm the one paying your bill. Ah.
How much, do you reckon?
Oh, Paul, we don't have to talk about money right now...
That much, huh? Well...
Well, it's industry... ..standard, I guess.
Evelyn was a good vet.
Good person.
Why do you think she'd go into the stables after the anaesthetic?
Haven't you got work to do?
Yeah. It'll still be there when I get there, chief.
Excuse me, will you?
Oh. Sure. Oh. Sorry.
Oi, I'm not paying you for attitude, "chief".
Sort out that horse, like I told you.
Yeah, we should definitely split up. It'll take longer.
One does the look-see, one does the clean-up.
And we'll try and find out more about Pete's suspect, Laura.
Done. Alright, ready? Yeah.
Ah, two rocks - it's a draw.
Magic rock. Is it?
Yeah. OK.
Righto. Thanks, darling.
You fascinate me.
Aw.
Hi.
Can I help you?
Oh, no.
Just, um... just admiring the horses.
Yeah, well, don't be fooled -
they look more peaceful than they are.
Spook them and they'll kick your head in.
Are you a rider? Yeah.
Um... uh, nah. Not anymore.
What do the cops think?
Was it really Laura who killed her?
Oh. Oh, I don't really know.
He would have seen who did it.
If only they could talk, eh?
He's right, you know.
Unless you know what you're doing, you should stay away from them.
Racehorses can smell inexperience.
Oh, my, um... my dad kept horses. I grew up around them.
Yeah? A pony girl, huh?
Oh, he's beautiful.
He doesn't normally like being touched.
Seems to like you.
Mmm, I like him.
He's Lord Valadon.
Hello, Lord Valadon. I'm Nicola.
Yeah.
Wendy. Oh, hi, Wendy.
So, you, uh... you know the murder was over there?
Your lot were all over there this morning.
Laura's gone into shock from all the questioning.
Oh, we're the cleaners.
Hold him for me, would you?
Doesn't look like you're doing much cleaning.
Hey, there. Shh.
How's Valadon faring on the track? Yeah, alright.
He's got good bloodlines. But he's stubborn.
His brother, Bouncing Billy, was the same.
Doesn't matter how much you pay for them,
if they don't want to be a star, they won't.
Giving Valadon another pep talk, Wendy?
How's that cleaning job coming along, Mrs Buchanan?
Hard at it, I see.
Well, actually, um, we're just... nearly there.
My husband's just finishing up.
Well, maybe you should join him.
I'm not paying you to braid Valadon's mane.
And you... keep your opinions to yourself
and go and get Baileys tacked up.
Jesus, Paul, where have you been?
I've been calling. He's alright.
Elwood, he's fine. Your horse is absolutely fine.
Who's this?
Um, hi, I'm... She's nobody.
She's just one of the cleaners.
Come on.
You alright?
Are you alright?
Come here. Come in. Come in.
Have a seat. Have a seat.
Do I know you? Uh, no. No, you don't know me.
I've talked to so many cops today
and I've... told you everything that I know, which isn't a lot.
I...I don't KNOW anything about anything.
No, no, I'm, uh... I'm not a policeman.
Right now, my... my partner's at home,
watching you lot just... tear apart our house.
Yeah, well, uh, we're not the police.
My wife and I, we're the cleaners.
Thanks.
Is it... is it Laura? Yeah.
That's... that's a good idea.
They gave me something for the shock
and it's made my mouth really dry.
Right. Well, I'll get you another.
The whole thing between Evelyn and me...
It was a long time ago.
When Tony died, I needed someone to blame.
But it's one thing to write angry emails.
It's... it's another to kill.
Laura?
Paul. Great - the other one's here.
I didn't do anything. I know. I know.
Give us a couple of minutes here, will you, mate?
Uh, do you mind, mate?
Hmm?
Uh, no, no, not at all.
Just grab the...
Laura.
Could you, um...?
Listen, Laura, you can't be here.
The cops said... It wasn't me!
I know it wasn't you, and people will work that out soon enough.
But you cannot be here, especially not now.
Especially not now?
Why not? The Dennett Cup?
A horserace!
I'm going to jail and you're worried about a bullshit horserace!
Enough!
I don't think Laura killed the vet.
She's got a new partner, doesn't wear a wedding ring,
no tan mark, so she hasn't for some time.
She's moved on. Why would she kill the vet now?
And that business about Evelyn
getting up after the ketamine injection -
that really, really troubles me.
How'd you go? I think I made a friend.
And I met a horse.
Really? Yeah.
Horses? No, I don't like them.
Well, I once stepped out with a Parisian speedboat salesman
who ate nothing but cheval - horsemeat.
I...well, I adored him,
but his diet killed the relationship.
What's horsemeat taste like? Chicken.
Mm. But porkier.
Excuse me, everybody. Nice to see you all.
I'm just, uh... just looking for a particular title.
What are you reading, Charlie? Do share.
Uh, Janine, it's 'Pharmaceutical Toxicology in Animals and Humans'.
Great book. Dr Adrian Bamff? Yes.
Mm.
I'm just trying to find a definitive level
at which ketamine is fatal to humans.
Um, Charlie is doing some research for my book.
How exciting, Nicola. I can't wait to read that.
Well, Charlie, the reason there's no definitive level
is because its strength varies
depending on the different brands in different countries.
Do you know what it is here?
So, you want to know how much ketamine it takes to... kill a human?
Yes.
As a rule of thumb, somewhere between 4.5g to 5g,
depending on the mass of the person.
So, a vial would do it? Affirmative.
OK, now, with that much ketamine in your system,
you couldn't get up and walk around, could you?
I've never seen it...
In recreational use, people use about a tenth of that.
Recreational use? It's a horse anaesthetic.
Oh, Charlie, where have you been?
Rave clubs.
'Special K', 'Kit Kat', 'Katie the Carrot'...
How's it made? That's what's interesting about it.
Unlike crystal meth, crank or any of your other so-called party drugs, you can't make it -
it has to be acquired or stolen from vets or hospitals.
Thanks, Alan. That's... very interesting.
Fizzy, can I just have a word with you in the hallway, please?
Yeah, darling. Excuse us, everybody.
Hmm. Trouble in paradise.
I think I have the key.
The nose of a plastic soy fish.
I found it when I was cleaning up the vet's clinic.
I think whoever it is
has been distributing Katie the Carrot in these.
I think you're right, Chaka Khan.
This murder wasn't about Laura getting revenge.
This poor vet realised
that someone was skimming the stable's ketamine to sell.
She got silenced.
Jess, what are you doing this morning?
I've got three exams. OK, skip it.
Your aunt and I need you for something important.
Drugs at Cardwell Stables, sweetie.
OK, it's ringing.
International operator, thank you, darling.
Oh.
- Elwood Murray. - Hello, Mr Murray.
I have a Dermot Weld calling from Rosewell House Stables.
Yes, yes. Please, put him on.
Connecting you now. One moment, please.
Fantastic.
Hello, Mr Murray. This is Dermot Weld here.
Mr Weld. It's an... honour to speak with you, sir.
I...I've been the greatest admirer of your training methods.
Well, thank you very much. That's very kind of you.
I, too, have heard only good things about your good self.
Oh, yes, I've heard you're the owner to watch.
Oh, really? Yes. Oh, yes, that's right.
Now, look, I've got a favour to ask of you,
if you don't mind me being so bold.
I've got a young lass there in Australia - my granddaughter.
Jessica is her name.
She's as smart as a whip, sir, quite the colleen,
and I think she needs some looking after.
I hoped you'd take her under your wing, so to speak.
Have a word to that man of yours who runs Cardwell.
What's his name? Uh, Paul Craven.
Oh, Craven. That's it. Yes.
If you could have a word with him, look after her, I'd ever so appreciate it.
I'd be very grateful to you, and I'd look forward to catching up with you
when I'm next down for the Melbourne Cup.
Yes, indeed.
Alright, may the road rise with you, sir.
Alright, then. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye.
Whew!
Well done, darling. Thank you. You too.
Oh. Bacon?
Uh, no, we haven't got time for that, sweetness.
Gotta get out of these pyjamas, 'cause Sleuth Club is on the case.
Where is she?
The Rover's got sat-nav - she can't be lost.
Oh, she'll turn up. Anyway, we can't be SEEN waiting for her, can we?
Oh, yeah.
There's a friend I'd like you to meet, though.
Really? Yeah.
Alright.
Ah, Wendy.
Hi. Oh, hi.
Nicola, isn't it? Yeah.
Um, and this is my husband, Charlie.
Hi. Yeah, I'm a bit busy at the moment.
I've just got to clip Baileys.
She keeps getting out and getting burrs caught in her mane.
Loves the couch grass, two farms over - Laura's farm.
You love it, don't you?
Hey, can you make yourself useful and just plug that in for me?
I'll do that, darling. Oh, alright.
It's alright. I'll do it.
Oh, nup, use the one in there - that one's fried.
OK, sure.
Just in here? Ah, yeah, got you. Yeah.
All ready. Yep.
Can't get rid of you, can we, Mrs Buchanan?
Oh! Hello, Paul.
Actually, I'm really glad I ran into you.
I wanted to pick your brain about syndicates.
My husband and I were thinking about maybe buying into a horse.
Really? Yeah?
Is your husband here, too, is he?
Hello.
People, or is it equal shares?
Well, it's usually equal...
Do you, uh... do you...?
Excuse me a moment. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Well...
Hello, there.
I was told to expect you. It's a pleasure.
I'm a great admirer of your grandfather.
Oh, well, I don't want to be favoured in any way.
You can treat me like everybody else.
I'll start in the stables, if you like, and, uh...
anywhere I can learn how this place really works.
No worries.
Uh, if you make your way to the stables and ask for Wendy...
I...I've clued her in. She'll show you round.
Great. Thank you.
So...
Down this way? Yeah.
The cost depends on the horse.
The better the bloodlines, the bigger the investment.
I could get you invested right now, if you want.
How can I be sure that we're getting the horse that we paid for?
Oh, there's a register of all the bloodlines.
All the horses are microchipped and cross-referenced.
The microchip is injected into the shoulder.
Ah, the nuchal ligament. That's the one.
Listen, if you're really interested,
there's someone here you should definitely meet.
That's a tack room. Tack room - right.
There's feed here, different for each horse.
Like oats and chaff and stuff?
Like, for him, one part oats, one part maize, cup of molasses,
cup of electrolyte, half mineral mix.
Ooh.
You must see lots of stuff working in your industry -
gamblers, gangsters, drugs, stuff like that.
I see horses. I don't care about anything else.
But it does happen, doesn't it?
I mean, jockeys often use drugs
because drinking makes you gain weight.
Jockeys.
Yes. Don't get involved with them, eh, Wend?
Who's your little friend?
She's Dermot Weld's granddaughter.
Oh.
Blue-ribbon stock, eh?
Hey, if you want to go for a ride, I can arrange it.
When you finish with her, why did you come down the track?
I can, um...
show you the racehorses and... stuff.
What's in there?
Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
Come on.
Elwood, there's some people I'd like you to meet.
Uh, this is Elwood Murray, the owner of Valadon.
The Buchanans here are thinking of buying a horse.
Well... Yeah, well, maybe not a WHOLE horse.
No. No. A sixteenth? That'd be nice.
I'll leave you to it.
Um, if you want to talk horse business, I'll be around.
OK. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Cleaners and racing enthusiasts - interesting combination.
Yeah, well, we're interested in learning about
how to pick a good horse, not a slow one.
Mm-hm.
For example, Valadon doesn't seem to be all that was hoped of him.
Who have you been talking to? He's coming good.
Yeah, well, we're interested in getting involved with a stayer.
Aren't we, darling? Yes, absolutely.
It just drives me mad, the way everyone wants to go for early speed.
Tell me about it. Listen, a lot can go wrong.
Just last year, I lost Bouncing Billy
before we even saw his best.
Really? Yeah. Colic.
Like I said, no certainties.
Well, if you find yourself with a stayer you can't shift,
why don't you, uh, give us a tinkle?
That's our number there, and our fax.
I figured that.
OK. OK.
I might do that.
OK, then.
Well, what did you think?
Nah, I don't like him.
Yeah? Mm.
Oh, wow.
Maserati GranTurismo. Yeah, it's Elwood's.
Is it? Mm-hm.
Mm, personalised options for the discerning buyer.
You can tell a lot about a man by looking at his interior.
Yeah, I can tell a lot by his exterior.
Yeah.
Uh... eight cylinders, 9,641cc V90 engine -
this baby goes like a rocket!
Oh, darling, darling.
Darling, I gotta borrow your mobile phone.
Yeah, please, quick. Look, you look just like an Italian movie star.
Oh, sweetie... I want to take a picture.
Just one. Just one. Come on. Just a quickie.
Ready? Here we go.
Yeah, that's it.
Oh, that's nice. Yes. Bella. Bella donna!
Bella donna, yeah!
But can you flex the leg more? Oh, no, that's nice.
Yeah, that's it. 'Cause you're angry, or something.
Yeah, that's it - clean that car window with your hair.
OK, so, um, this is where we tie them up.
Mm-hm.
Just make sure that you tie them up loose, though.
Wendy. Hi again.
Hi. Hi.
Um, Jessica Weld, these are the Buchanans.
Oh, what is it? Jessica, is it?
Top o' the afternoon to ya. And yourself.
Bloody idiot!
Shh. Be calm.
You should shoot that bloody thing. Get out of here, Tyler, now!
It's never even won a race!
Oh, God. You've got, um, blood all over your back.
Huh? Are you alright?
You've got blood all over your back. Uh... where?
On your back.
Oh.
Can't even feel it.
No pain?
I think we just found our ketamine thief.
Well, thanks for letting me know.
We found ketamine at his house and in his car.
You know that there's a problem with this, just in terms of the murder?
Yeah, if Tyler was cutting the ketamine,
he would have known that he was cutting the hot shot, as well.
You see, Evelyn woke up
because she was injected with the watered-down ketamine.
Now, if you wanted to murder someone,
you wouldn't inject them with something you've diluted, would you?
Maybe, but what I know for now
is that he was found in illegal possession
of the very substance that killed Evelyn.
You rang and told me this.
I thought that's what you wanted. No, no, no.
We wanted a copy of the message that Evelyn was typing before she died.
The one you said was total gibberish.
We thought we'd try and decipher it.
Great. That's terrific, Peter. Thanks.
What's that? "Jbiqa u jbiq jukkubf." Uh, "Jukkukkuk?"
"Jukkbuf." Mmm... "Biq."
"Jukkubf." "Jukkuk."
Listen, if we can work out exactly what it was she was trying to say,
we'll be so much closer to the killer.
"Juk..." "Jukkuk..."
"Jukkubf." Oh, let's see.
You know, there's a, uh... there's a Latvian dialect...
"Jbiqa u jbiq jukkubf"
Sounds more like Klingon. It's definitely not Urdu.
Well, Tyler has been charged for the drugs
but has a watertight alibi for the murder, which makes sense, given he didn't do it.
Oh, hang on - Jess.
Sorry.
Hi, sweetie.
Wha...
Hey, just slow down.
OK, we'll be right there.
What happened?
Yeah, Wendy found him this morning.
Are you alright? Yeah.
The vet said it was colic. It can come on fast like this.
Does anyone else smell that?
Smells like a licorice magic tree.
Where's Wendy?
Paul's out looking for her. She's taken Baileys and vanished.
Do you think Wendy's got anything to do with Valadon's death?
Oh, no.
No, Wendy loved this horse.
Well, she really liked him.
Could you find out where Wendy lives?
They've already checked her place.
But I... I do know somewhere we could look.
Uh...
Oh, dear.
God.
Nic...
Oh. Oh, Nic.
Nic.
What is this? It's...
a deceased list for horses.
Lord Valadon's there already.
Yeah, well, there's Baileys and Cream -
she's still alive.
Is she?
Nic, this is not looking good for your friend.
So, Wendy's a serial killer of horses?
Well, if Wendy's been killing horses and Evelyn found out...
Oh, God. This is awful.
This makes my friend Wendy our number one suspect.
Hang on - couch grass. Laura's property.
Wendy was saying that Baileys was always trying to get out and go to Laura's property.
OK. Where is it? Two farms down.
Wendy. Wendy... No.
It's gonna be OK.
She didn't mean any harm. She just panicked.
I know how that feels.
What happened?
I don't know.
I came in early and Val was just there, dead.
And I don't understand why. So I went.
Well, they're saying it's colic.
What am I doing wrong?!
All these horses, they're mine.
Elwood might pay all that flash money for them, but they're MINE.
I'm the one who... who's there when they're scared or hungry.
I'm the one who wakes them up and puts them to bed.
And they just keep dying!
How many have died? Too many.
It's like that place is cursed.
94, 95, 96, 97...
OK, now, Evelyn's motor skills would not have been at their sharpest.
99, 100.
Alright, you're Evelyn.
You've just woken from the drug-induced haze,
and you type a message, darling.
Charlie, can I take this off...? No, no, no, darling.
Don't take it off. Don't take it off.
There was a lot of ketamine in Evelyn's system.
She wouldn't have been able to see a thing. Alright?
Just remember your touch-typing skills.
Yeah? Where's your little pinky touch on the keypad?
Um, Q-A-Z. Q-A-Z - that's good.
Alright, and your ring finger? Um, W-S-X.
Perfect. We're gonna reverse-engineer this, alright?
You're feeling woozy, OK? I am! I am!
You're shaking to the side. the room is moving.
I feel terrible.
Move the keyboard slightly to the left.
And you type the following, alright?
J-B-I-Q-A, U, J-B-I-Q, J-U-K-K-U-B-F.
Your fingers are on different keys. That's great. Hang on, darling.
"Imped o lmpe lomh."
That's interesting. Not quite right.
I'll move the keyboard slightly to the right,
we'll do exactly the same thing.
Starting... now.
J-B-I-Q-A, U, J-B-I-Q, J-U-K-K-U-B-F.
"Knows I know kullong." Ooh!
'Kullong'? What's 'kullong'? I have no idea.
Kullong. Kullong?
There's a river in South Australia. No, that's the Coorong.
How's it spelt? 'K-U-L-L-O-N-G'.
Killing! "Knows I know killing!" OK, good.
Killing what - her, the horses? Both?
Evelyn must have known who was killing the horses and she got murdered.
Still could be Wendy. No, it's not.
No, I can feel it in my waters.
Darling?
Darling, are you awake? Mm.
OK, Paul's only the head trainer, right?
He doesn't own the horses.
He just needs people to leave the horses with him.
In fact, it's considered poor form if the horses are dead when they're collected.
Probably. OK, now, Elwood Murray OWNS horses.
Or at least, he's the major shareholder in the syndicates.
OK.
OK, now, a horse like Valadon is incredibly expensive.
And Wendy was saying he hasn't turned out
to be half the champion that everyone expected.
So, every time he doesn't win, he loses money.
Now, what do you do with a dud horse that's cost you half a million?
Well, you'd insure it to the teeth, wouldn't you?
Although you can't kill by colic, can you?
No.
And I'd think that the vet was involved in some way,
if not for the fact that the vet was murdered for NOT being involved.
OK, well, either way, Elwood Murray stands to get a lot of money
from each horse that's killed - so there's your motive.
Only, but the problem with this hunch
is that Elwood Murray's a multimillionaire.
Ah.
Yes.
The car.
Well, the car's a Maserati.
Entry price for a Maserati's $450,000.
Sweetie, um, the... the sticker on the back windscreen, um...
had been peeled off.
Oh, that's a nice picture, darling. Aw, thanks, darling.
Well, that's a nice one, darling. Thanks, darling. I like that one.
Here we go, here we go. See? It's been peeled off.
I bet that's a rental sticker!
Now, he MUST have peeled that off.
I'm willing to bet that Elwood Murray
was pretending that he had money that he didn't have.
You're right. Oh, God, Charlie. That's so good.
I'm so excited, there's no way I can go back to sleep.
Really?
Well...
We should read for a bit - take advantage of the situation.
Yeah.
Mm-hm.
Shall I do it?
I'm ready. Let's do it.
Well, he's gonna HAVE to give us his details now.
It's a brilliant idea, darling. Oh, thanks, darling.
What are you, crazy?!
Oh, look what you've done!
I...I'm so sorry.
You know, Charlie usually does all the driving.
It's just that little bit tighter than I expected.
Tighter? What are you talking about, woman?!
Hey, don't call my wife "woman". I don't believe this!
Twice in a month! First the Porsche, now the rental!
So... this is a rental? Yeah, while they fix MY car.
You'll have to deal with THEIR insurance company.
Right.
I'll... just get my... my license and things.
Sorry. Very sorry. Sorry.
Does Elwood really drive a Porsche? I don't know, darling.
Why don't we sideswipe a few on the way home?
We could find out that way. It'd be... expensive, but we could...
Elwood seems to be the only one who stood to gain anything from Evelyn's death.
That's got to mean something.
What?
Well, while you were talking to Mr Maserati
about the blemish on his duco,
I was gaffer-taping your mobile phone
to the interior of the left rear mudguard.
Oh.
Alan gave me an app which beats the pants off 'Friends With Words'.
There is your mobile phone, safe and sound.
Oh, Charlie, I'm impressed.
Mm.
These smartphones have got a tracking device in them.
It's a brave new world, darling. No such thing as privacy anymore.
Elwood doesn't seem to be making his way back to the city, does he?
No. No, he doesn't.
Have I got enough room back there? Yes, darling, absolutely.
A knackery?
Aha!
Yes, looks like he's trying to dispose of the evidence.
Yeah. Time, I think, to ring Thingy again.
I thought that Victoria Market was closed on a Tuesday.
Is there any word from Peter? Um, yeah.
He spoke to Wendy, and Paul didn't fire her.
Oh, that's good. And what about Elwood?
Oh, apparently, it's not a crime to send a horse to an abattoir, so...
So we're gonna continue watching him until Nicola's phone battery dies.
Mm. It's actually quite mesmerising, isn't it, darling?
It's fantastic. Yeah.
If Elwood was involved and he got rid of the horse that quickly,
he was destroying evidence.
He's turning a corner. Yeah.
Aargh!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, turn it off at the plug, Edison!
Actually...
Hang on a sec. Hang on a sec. May I?
Ow!
Licorice magic tree.
That's the smell I smelled at the stalls that day.
It's burnt hair. Burnt hair?
Valadon was electrocuted.
Yes. And I bet he wasn't the only one.
Do you remember that fried power socket in the stables?
I thought he had colic.
No, colic's a default diagnosis in the absence of other indicators.
If they were to dig out the ID chip from Valadon's nuchal ligament,
they'd see it was all burnt out, I bet you.
So, Evelyn suspected that Elwood was killing horses, so he killed her.
So, we just need to find out exactly what it was
that Elwood stood to gain from the dead horses.
It's quiet, darling.
It's TOO quiet.
Well, it's the Dennett Cup, you know - everyone's at the races.
Where is he? He was supposed to be here.
Good old Peter - missing the fun, as per usual.
I say we go in. No, sweetie.
Peter was adamant that we can't go into the property at this time.
He actually said, "Do not do anything."
We WOULDN'T be doing anything.
We'd be positioning ourselves to ensure that nobody else would be doing anything.
Yeah. Totally. Jess, stay with the car.
What? Too dangerous, sweetie.
Again...
Darling. Darling. Yeah?
Registration forms for racing syndicates.
I've got, uh... the syndicate that owned Valadon.
It's not just Elwood, it's Elwood and company - Advanced Trading.
Hang on. Advanced Trading.
Advanced Trading - sole proprietor, Paul Craven.
There's also Shoal Limited. Hang on.
These guys own ALL these horses. Hang on.
Shoal Proprietary Limited, co-owner of Bouncing Billy -
sole proprietor, Paul Craven.
OK, just take a look at this. Bank statements here...
Mm-hm.
Oh, these stables are mortgaged to the hilt!
Paul Craven's in bed with Elwood Murray.
And it's not to read him a story.
What are you doing? What are YOU doing?
You know, these are both fair questions.
You're up to something fishy.
Who goes to the Victoria Markets on a Tuesday?
Come on, Nic.
After the cops came round, it dawned on me -
too many horses were dying.
Paul kept saying he'd roll the insurance money into a new horse,
but each one kept losing and then dying.
So, why was it YOUR name on each of the syndicates?
I don't know.
It was his idea.
I...I'm new at this game. I wanted to look good.
I made a lot of money in mining, but my first love was always horses.
So, why were you at the knackery truck today?
I don't know.
I just wanted... I didn't want to see that horse, you know...
Knackered?
Naked?
No, no, knackered, darling.
Oh, right.
Aunty Nic?
Charlie?
Great, well...
Jess.
You gave me a fright, Jessica.
What are you doing? I'm just... What are YOU doing?
Aren't you supposed to be at the Dennett Cup?
What happened to your accent, Jessica?
- What? No... - Jess?!
You alright, Jess? What's this? What's going on?
Shut up, Paul. I know everything.
What? You've been killing my horses.
Evelyn found out and you killed her. Oh, that's ridiculous.
No. That's why you pulled that plug.
Because it shorted when you were killing the horses.
Calm down.
Calm down. Take it easy.
Jesus, Paul, let her go.
No way!
Get out of my way.
I'm gonna leave.
No-one will get hurt. You can't be sure of that, Paul.
I'm taking her with me.
So don't try anything stupid.
Chuck us your keys, Elwood. May as well exit in style.
Oh...
Thank you, Mr Murray.
Thank you, Mrs Buchanan.
Sweetie? Jess, wake up.
What time is it? 6:00am.
Oh, holy God in heaven!
Sweetie, we've got a surprise for you.
Come on. Come on.
Oh, wow!
Oh!
Thanks, guys!
It's beautiful.
It's all yours, sweetie.
He's not well.
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