Mystery Road Page #3

Cheers, Jay.

So, how's it going?

Still lookin' for a truckie?

I don't know what I'm looking for.

It's hard to keep track

of these young girls.

They don't like talking much.

I can imagine.

What do you know about Johnno

before he joined the cops?

What do you mean?

Well, I saw him out on the

highway last night with Robbo.

He was acting a bit strange.

Probably thought the

same thing about you.

Her's from up north.

He got in a bit of trouble

with the police up there.

Had to cop a transfer.

What kind of trouble?

I don't know the details,

to be honest.

What do you reckon he

was doing out there?

Not too sure.

Now, come on, Jay.

Don't get all paranoid on me.

Sometimes Johnno's gotta go

for a while without a wash.

That red dust can

be hard to get off.

What if that red dust don't come

off no matter how hard you try?

Ah, come on, Jay.

Your hands are gonna get

a bit grubby from time to time.

You'll get used to it.

Johnno's doing a good job.

He's got some big busts coming up.

Make sure you don't

get caught in the middle.

That's OK.

Been there all my life.

What, caught in the middle?

Yeah, I guess you have,

you poor bugger.

I've just remembered there's

something I've gotta do.

I'll see you later, Jay.

Yeah, no worries.

Thanks, Sarge.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

With what?

With Crystal.

What about her?

What's she hanging around

those crazy girls for?

She's been hanging around

them girls for years.

She got a boyfriend?

I don't know. Why don't

you go ask her yourself.

'Cause she won't talk to me.

Of course she won't.

She told me you asked

her to go live with ya.

She spent the whole night in

her room crying after that.

Nothing I could say to her.

Too late, Jay

10 years too f***in' late.

What happened to you?

What?

Who the f*** do you think you are?

Livin' over there all by yourself

in the big, empty house.

Who do you think you are.

What did you want me to do?

Stay around here and watch

you drink your life away?

I did that one with my old man.

Hey, you weren't doing too badly

yourself, remember.

At least I'm trying to make

a difference in this town.

Yeah?

How's it workin' for ya?

You see, I know I've got problems.

And I made mistakes.

But at least I know who I am.

Do you? Really?

G'day, Mr Murray.

Mr Murray.

Mr Murray?

Who's there?

Mr Murray?

Who wants to know?

I'm Detective Jay Swann.

Policeman, hey?

Well, you don't have to worry

about me...

driving without a license anymore.

Old girl finally packed it in.

I got everything I need right here.

Until my old wheels pack it in.

Yeah, it's the roadkill.

I eat the roadkill.

Kangaroos and the rabbits and...

occasional pig and...

Can't come at the foxes.

You just got to be quicker

than those...

mongrels.

Did you see them

on the way in, did you?

See who, Mr Murray?

The f***ers are everywhere now.

What's everywhere?

Those mongrel wild dogs.

F***ers come in.

They... they tore him to bits.

Bless his little soul.

I'm sorry about your dog,

Mr Murray.

Dog?

He was more than a dog!

He was everything.

Mr Murray...

do you remember you called

the police a few months ago?

You said that you saw

one of those wild dogs...

out on the highway.

You said that it was carrying

something in its mouth.

You said it was a human bone.

A human bone?

Yeah. That's right, Mr Murray.

You said that you saw one of

those dogs out on the highway...

and it was carrying

a human bone in its mouth.

And you said something

terrible had happened

Do you remember, Mr Murray?

Could've been.

My memory's not what it was.

Never be the same again.

You also said...

the police should check

the town for missing people.

Do you remember, Mr Murray?

You don't know what something is...

until it ain't there anymore.

When time has its way with you...

not even your dreams

can bring it back.

Hey, nephew!

Hey, Old Boy.

How you going?

Why didn't you tell me

Julie was murdered?

I couldn't say too much, you

know? Secret police business.

Yeah, right.

You know the family

who used to live here?

Yeah.

But I don't want

any trouble or anything...

you know what I'm saying?

You know what I'm getting at here?

Yeah, don't worry.

I get ya.

I won't say anything.

Hmm.

Yeah, well, that mob

moved out some time ago.

Do you know why?

No, a lot of trouble in there.

Lots of trouble.

Oh, schizin' out on drugs,

booze, carryin' on, fightin'.

Well, I remember

the old man in there...

held the baby over the oven.

Threatened he was gonna cook

the baby in the oven. Yeah.

Serious he was, too.

Was there a teenage girl

living here? Nelli Dargon?

Yeah, she was living there for

a while, but she moved out. Yeah.

Did she have any friends?

Yeah, next door there.

She belong to Mavis MacDonald.

Jasmine's her name.

Jasmine, yeah.

She a good girl too.

Alright, thanks,

I'll catch up with you later on.

Alright. And don't forget...

keep it dark.

OK. Don't worry.

I'll keep it dark.

Yep.

Yeah.

Oh, Mrs MacDonald.

I was just wondering if I could

have a word with Jasmine.

Is she home?

What's this about?

I just want to ask her

a few questions about her friend...

that used to live next door...

Nelli Dargon.

Oh, that crazy house.

Jasmine!

Policeman wants you.

Yeah, she was on drugs and grog.

What kind of drugs?

Anything.

She didn't care.

What about you?

You take drugs?

No way. My man'd kill me

and send me to hell.

Did she have a boyfriend?

Nah, no-one could handle her.

But she used to see

this one fella.

What fella?

I don't know. She said...

he'd give her drugs and grog

if she'd meet him at the motel.

What motel?

"Dusk till Dawn".

Did she ever say if this fella

was black or white?

White fella.

Do you know my girl, Crystal?

Yeah, I know her.

Does she ever do this

kind of thing, like Nelli did?

I don't know her that well.

OK.

Thanks, Jasmine.

How you going?

Pretty good now.

Do you have any regular customers?

Yeah, one or two. Um...

Some truck drivers, contractors.

Did any of them

stay here around October 10?

Um, let me just check for you.

Ah!

Got one.

It's a William Smith.

Do you happen to have

a vehicle registration number?

No. He always left that

part blank, actually.

Do you remember what

this William Smith looked like?

Look, I get so many

people through here...

I really can't remember. He was a

pretty average-looking cowboy, I guess.

Hey, you must have worked with

that poor young police officer.

Which police officer?

He was killed out on the highway.

He came in here to last year...

you know,

asking me if I had any regulars.

Is that a fact?

Was a terrible thing for that

poor man's young wife and child.

It was just terrible.

Do you happen to remember

what type of vehicle...

this William Smith

was driving at the time?

Oh, let me think. Um...

It may have been...

white utility.

That's right, um...

covered in spotlights and bullbars

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