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Lina!
You're not abducted.
Locked in a fucking basement.
I think you've done something to her.
I wouldn't.
We have a woman
last seen by hospital staff
eight hours ago
and no sign of her since.
You didn't know it at the time,
but this is the night that we met.
It's my girlfriend.
I'm a little bit worried.
Have you done anything that might have scared her?
No.
I'm pregnant.
Our friend, Lina Phillips, is missing.
Her boyfriend, Dan Moore, is also MIA.
It's true.
-You checked Pa's house? - There was no sign of her.
Did they check underneath?
Step back.
Lina!
No!
No, Lina!
No!
Ah.
Fuck.
Brennan?
Brennan.
Hey. Hey, come on.
Come on.
Weak carotid. Unresponsive.
She's lost a lot of blood.
Gunshot wound, lower abdomen.
Uh, CPR for the last 10 minutes.
Well, let's get her into the ambulance.
Get around the back?
I can't. Access is pretty tight.
Alright.
Thank you.
You're the woman who called?
Yeah. Uh, Tilet and...
Tile and Carpet Emporium in Granville,
you need to call the owner.
There's a woman who works there - Harriet Goldsmith -
she's in very serious danger.
A man named Dan Moore threatened to kill her.
Uh, update on Andrew Road fire, Brooklyn.
I need a welfare check on a Harriet Goldsmith,
employee at, uh, Granville Carpet Empor...
Lina!
Hey.
I just wanted to fuck him up so bad.
To be clear, you're not actually preggo, right?
I remembered a case -
this dickhead beat the shit out of his wife
because her pee stick came back positive while he was overseas.
Turns out she had back pain and had been taking tramadol.
Jesus Christ.
What are we looking for?
Dan's backpack.
Why?
It was never Axel.
It was Dan.
And the backpack proves it.
Babe...
You said they were damaged. It's soaked.
Are they salvageable?
Nothing's truly unsalvageable, but I don't know.
We can try someone more proper. I can make some calls.
Hey, Charlie's Angel?
I'm only just seeing them.
OK, I'm gonna say this again.
This is actual evidence.
And by not turning it in, we're committing a crime.
We will, once we take a look.
A look, also known as fucking with chain of custody.
Tess, Brennan is in surgery, OK?
By the time they assign someone new to the case,
Dan could be anywhere.
I can't wait for that.
It's the best I've got right now.
She's right, Tess.
Alright.
Thank you.
Took them long enough to send a unit.
That's what I'm saying.
With Brennan in surgery, it's...
Alright, we get it.
I just don't understand why Glenn hasn't texted.
It's only been, like, three hours.
Look, we've done all we can.
The cops are onto Dan now.
We've all given our statements.
They've got his description and they've seized his unit.
But they haven't caught him.
And every second they don't,
he could be hiding around the corner
waiting to get me, or Harriet, or all of us.
According to my DMs, he's in another state.
Look at this one.
This woman reckons she saw him in Broome.
Look, not to derail, but I should get back.
Zara's at Steve's.
He's wondering where the fuck I am.
Sorry.
Fuck. Oh, my God.
You... you have a kid. I...
Dan did this to you.
You don't need to feel sorry.
None of us do.
- Love you. - Love you too.
Any updates, call me immediately.
-Yeah. -Awesome.
Make sure you deadlock the door.
G'day. Can I've a word?
Hi. So I noticed that you guys got here
about an hour after we got here...
Oh, my God.
Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?
Wake me?! You scared the shit out of me.
What the fuck are you doing?
What if he broke in here?
He could be watching you.
He could... he could be watching us right now.
- Hey... - Are you? You fuck!
Hey. Hey, look at me.
- It's OK, Lina. - I don't feel OK.
There's nothing up there.
You don't know that.
Check for reflections.
Stop! This is my house.
OK.
I'm sorry.
You don't need to feel sorry, OK?
Listen, it's not gonna be tonight or tomorrow,
but one day, you're gonna realise...
...you're gonna realise that you are safe, OK?
Tess...
It's alright.
It's OK.
Hey!
- Hello. -Hey.
- Can I help you? - Yeah.
Um, do you have any rooms available?
Uh, yeah, there's plenty, but, uh, check-in's not till 2:00.
2:00?
Erin. Hey.
Your name's Erin?
That's such a beautiful name.
Oh, really?
No. Sorry, not like that.
My mum's name was Erin.
She, um...
She passed away recently,
that's all.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Look, Erin, I've been driving all night.
I'm so tired.
You'd really be saving my neck.
Please?
How long are you staying?
One night.
Thank you.
Ohh.
Oh.
Hey, uh, word up, VicPol.
Tell them I want them to be on top of it
in case he ends up south.
Oh, as soon as I bloody can, mate.
Hi.
How you doing?
Alive.
Bullet missed everything
I couldn't live without.
The ambos told me what you did for me.
Thanks.
Just did what I had to do.
Same as you.
Uh, I've got the KALOF out on Dan's car.
Cops all over the state are looking for a green Land Rover.
His photo is up on every noticeboard
within a thousand kays from here.
Um,
what about Harriet?
She didn't show up for work.
The store owner gave us her address,
but it was empty by the time we got there.
- What... what if Dan... - No, we'll find her.
And we'll lock up his arse.
You don't even know his name.
Don't speak so soon.
Andrew Wilson.
Born December 12, 1989.
Forensics found a school ID in the storage unit.
He's a trust fund kid, raised here in Sydney.
Parents John and Amanda Wilson.
His dad's a criminal barrister in Pyrmont.
His dad's still alive?
Oh, yeah. Well and truly.
So he's just lied about everything.
Look, I'm confident we'll get him.
But making an arrest is just the starting line.
-Mm-hm. - Go home.
Be safe.
Found you.
Who is it?
Yeah, it's Erin from reception.
Do you have any laundry?
Um...
Uh... uh, hold on a second.
Hey.
Sorry, I was just...
You OK?
Oh, yeah.
Hey, um, can you help me with something?
All good with the room?
The room's... the room's great. Um...
I have this cut on my back and I can't reach the spot.
Yeah, I...I backed into a bolt.
I don't know. I think you need a doctor.
I'm gonna be honest with you. It's my wife.
She... she overreacts sometimes.
I just... I don't want to get her in trouble.
All I need you to do is put some iodine on a pad and pop it on.
And I'm... I promise not to cry.
Very much.
Two minutes.
Thank you.
OK. Here, you start with that.
It looks infected or something.
Uh, how long have you been married?
Uh, we got together in high school.
I had that too.
Then he cheated on me with my best friend, so...
I'm sorry.
Yeah, we used to be perfect.
She made me feel so safe.
Yeah, nothing lasts.
You over it yet?
You know, Mum says that the best way to get over a man
is to get under a new one.
There you go.
You OK?
No, I just... I have to get back out there.
That's all.
Well, you're almost done.
Yeah, my... my boss will come back,
and he hates it when I leave reception.
- It's Clare. -Oh!
Babe.
A woman just messaged me.
She's one of my subs.
She thinks she found him.
- What? - Where?
The Two Pines Motel over by the airport.
Is she sure?
She said he's hurt, knife wound,
and she described his mountain tattoo.
Tess... Tess, we need to hurry.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Just send me her number. I'm gonna call her.
What are you doing?
-Erin? - Yes?
My name's Lina. We got your message.
- Can you talk? - Yes.
Can you describe the man to me?
Uh, he's, uh... uh, tall,
built, curly black hair.
Do you know what kind of car he drives?
Uh... four-wheel drive. It's green.
Uh...
Can you see what he's doing?
Oh, my God, he's coming.
Uh, we're gonna be there really soon, OK?
Find somewhere to hide.
Erin?
What are you doing?
Leave me alone!
Open the door.
Leave me alone!
Open the door, Erin.
Open the fucking door now!
Now!
Open this fucking door!
Put that phone down now!
- Go away! - Erin!
Go away!
Who were you talking to?!
Who were you on the fucking phone to?
Go away!
You think you're all so fucking smart, don't you?
Fuck!
Oh, you think you're all so fucking smart, don't you?
Fuck!
I can't believe we missed him.
Fucking minutes.
I mean, at least he's on foot now, right?
That looked like the one I've been seeing everywhere.
I feel like an idiot.
Hey...
...you did a really, really brave thing.
You should feel proud.
Hey, he didn't...
...happen to tell you where he might be going, did he?
Like, a person or a place or...
I thought, "That's it.
"He's gonna break through and... kill me."
And I can't stop seeing his face.
- Tess. - Hmm?
Glenn.
That's 40% or so.
It's a year's worth if you add it up.
It's pretty fucked up.
I still can't believe you recovered anything.
I'll take that as a compliment.
The filenames might look confusing,
but it's just dates and times.
And the locations, uh, seem random,
but this list alone has over 30.
Fuck. Do you mind?
Yeah.
This is so creepy.
Hey, um, what... what's that?
With the different filenames?
-Those are deleted files. - Deleted?
Yeah, usually you might think you've deleted something,
but nothing's actually erased until the sector's overwritten.
What are you thinking?
Oh, I mean, Dan's a collector, right?
So since when would a collector delete their prized possession?
Hmm.
Is this another NestShare?
No, that's Pa's house.
How long ago was this?
Wait.
Uh, that...
See the... the drop sheets.
Must have been before we finished painting.
Um, hey, can you pull up that one?
That's Axe.
Is there audio?
What is this?
It's nothing.
Axe.
Wow.
Wow, you're disgusting.
You filmed her and then you messaged her.
No, it's just a misunderstanding.
- You're a prick. - Please don't tell her anything.
- You're fucked. - Please, please, please.
- You are... - I will leave.
- And I will never come back. - You're fucked.
Ugh!
When were you planning to turn this over?
I'm doing it now.
Withholding evidence is a crime.
You know that, right?
He must have loaded Axel's body into the car.
Driven him to the cliffs, pushed him off.
Cleaned everything up.
Then when you caught on to something...
Set up Cain to look guilty.
He played all of us.
When can you get Cain released?
I'll get this to the DPP.
They'll want to go through it.
Push them.
Get him out.
Uh, we've locked down Dan's cards.
I've got his folks under surveillance.
So, a waiting game.
-Mm-hm. - OK.
Until he slips up or decides to surface.
Mm-hm. Hmm.
Hey, you escaped, you uncovered his true identity,
crimes against dozens of people - hundreds, maybe -
and you solved a murder.
You're saying I should be happy?
I'm saying you should be satisfied.
Hmm.
Every time I close my eyes,
I'm just back in that basement again.
I think I always will be.
And I don't feel satisfied.
Not even a little fucking bit.
And I don't feel safe.
And I don't know that I ever will.
Even if you catch him.
Harriet Goldsmith.
We found her.
Hmm.
Hey, Mum.
Look at you.
Oh, my poor boy.
What is she doing here?
It's OK.
Hi.
Hey.
Free man.
Thanks to you.
I've brought you some stuff.
It's just some clothes.
Toothbrush, phone.
They still use phones out here?
Right, Shawshank.
Listen, Cain...
I'm so sorry.
For everything.
I did love you.
Well, I still do.
Probably always will.
Um, but, you know...
Things are different, right?
I wish they weren't.
You should be angry with me.
Oh, I am.
Really fucking angry, actually.
Right.
But I'm also angry at myself.
For how I was.
Brennan told me about what happened.
The house, it's... it's all gone?
Pretty much.
Stay safe.
Hello, Andrew.
Here I am.
In one of your NestShares.
I wanted to talk to you before the cops come rip this place up.
Not sure if you're even watching.
Except, of course, you are.
You're always watching.
You can't help yourself.
It's over, Andrew.
There's nowhere to run.
No-one to come save you.
You're broken.
You're always gonna be fucking broken.
And I'm gonna be OK.
You sure?
I mean, I can't just crash at yours forever.
Yes, you can.
I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life
just looking over my shoulder.
Hey, I love you.
Love you more.
Drop it!
Bitch!
Ow!
What... what did you do to me?
Fuck you. Fentanyl.
You're not gonna kill me.
What about our baby?
Our baby?
Mm-hm.
There was never any fucking baby.
Detective.
Dispatch said I might find you here.
Can you give us a sec?
Yeah, just...
You stopped taking my calls.
Just trying to move on, I guess.
Any news?
Yeah, we found something.
First lead we've had for weeks.
Dan's stolen car.
It was dumped in a vacant lot about a month ago,
judging by the tickets.
I've been doing the rounds, trying to find witnesses.
And?
No-one saw anything.
What about you?
Any letters, calls, texts?
No, sorry.
No, don't be. That's... that's good.
Alright, well, we're gonna head back to base,
try to miss traffic if we can.
Hey, Harriet said that
you're rebuilding your grandpa's house.
- Trying to. - Back to the way it was?
Mostly.
What about the basement?
You still have that nightmare about it?
I did.
Yeah, I did, every night.
I used to wake up covered in sweat,
convinced I was still down there and I could hear his voice...
...calling to me.
And, um...
And then I realised something.
The only way to get rid of it is to get rid of the basement.
Bury my nightmare so it can't hurt me.
Did it work?
I sleep like a baby.
Good for you.