The Broken Shore

Help me, please, help me!

Somebody, help!

Help! Get me out, please!

Three boys dead, Singo.

Jesus Christ.

Young Officer Kendall.

Joe, old Mrs Haig called,

out past Beckett.

She reckons there's someone in her shed.

- Yeah, doing what?

- Well, nothing. Her dog's barking.

Thought I'd go sort it out.

- I'll go.

- I can do it.

No, I'm nearby.

Tell her I'll be there in 15 minutes.

You the cop? No uniform.

Plain clothes. Detective Cashin.

- You high up, then?

- Giddy from it.

Them police dogs?

They work closely with the police, yes.

Shut up!

- Jack Russell?

- Yeah.

So where's this intruder?

Police! Get out of there now.

Come on, last chance. Get out!

That'll do.

You're trespassing on private property.

Was just having a sleep.

- Where you from?

- From New South.

- It's a long way to come for a kip.

- Yeah, it's a way.

- Got any ID? Been in trouble before?

- I could have been bloody molested.

Very possible, Mrs Haig.

Hey, hey, hey!

Get your hand out of there.

Take your jacket off.

You're a bit shaky, aren't ya?

- Dave Rebb. Is that you?

- Yep.

You worked Boorindi Downs

for three years?

Queensland.

'Hard worker, no trouble,

likes building, good with engines.'

- August 2006. That all you got?

- Are you charging him or chatting?

Mrs Haig, he'll be lucky to see

the light of day for years to come.

Get your stuff.

Don't lock me up.

I can't go in the cells.

That's the road to Cromarty.

You come back the Port Monro direction,

I'll have to take you in

for fingerprinting, OK?

Save ink this way.

- Need a buck or two?

- I'm right. But thanks.

You treated me like a human.

Not a lot do that.

I've got a fence needs putting up.

Sit tight, will ya?

Why would I walk around

with some frozen chook

shoved down me f***ing trackie daks?

Settle, I'll take your statement.

She accused me in front

of everyone at IGA!

What you should do,

you should arrest her!

Hello, sweetheart.

You know, I reckon you should try the

good folk down at Maxwell's supermarket.

Oh, that's right, they know you there

as well, don't they?

Yeah, you're an arsehole. You and your

whole bloody family, you're arseholes!

There's no need to be like that, Jadeen.

- Yeah, f*** you!

- Hey, happy shopping.

F*** you!

- We should have charged her this time.

- Yeah, not if you want to live here.

That Toyota HiAce van

was seen near the school again.

Ah, anyone think to get a number plate?

One of the teachers said it was white

or maybe cream or yellow.

- Oh, yeah? That's useful.

- Hmm'.

- I take it there were no dramas?

- No, it's just a swaggie.

Boss, I am applying for a transfer.

- Are ya?

- Mm. I'm sick of this.

- You protecting me.

- Oh, shut up. I'm not protecting you.

No, worse. You're smothering me.

Oh, you can take a bullet for me

anytime. Promise.

- Egg and bacon roll?

- Hey, tell 'em extra mustard.

There's someone in your car.

Yeah, he's my prisoner.

Get him a serve as well, will ya?

OPERA:

Who's there?

Show yourselves.

Who the devil are you?

No. Please.

- Yeah, that's him.

- Oh, sh*t, he's onto us.

- What's he bloody doing?

- Sh*t, watch out!

How come you walk

like you're scared you'll break?

You like a good yarn, do you?

- Whereabouts you grow up?

- All over.

Yeah? Where were you born?

Don't remember. I was a baby.

Up for a good chinwag yourself, then?

Belonged to my great-grandfather.

Put a stick of gelignite under it.

- The right idea.

- I thought I might rebuild it.

Plant some fruit trees. Put in a garden.

The fence follows a creek

on the other side.

I'll get you a tape measure.

Ah, don't worry about it. Use me feet.

- Bluestone. It's tricky stuff.

- You worked with it?

You need a block and tackle.

Punch hammer, splitter, chisels.

- Mason's trowel.

- So you interested in having a go?

I'll do the fence first.

Just see how that goes.

Yeah.

Sh*t.

Intubation indicated

and 100ml of Lidocaine.

Charles Bourgoyne?

Bashed. Bludgeoned and burned,

more accurately.

That's all I know. Significant open head

injury and probable brain herniation.

- That's no good.

- No, it's a three on a coma scale.

That's out of three, not ten.

Come on, let's move it.

G'day, Carol. I'm Joe Cashin.

- I know who you are. Sybil's boy.

- Yeah.

- Not the architect.

- No.

Architects generally steer clear

of assault and battery.

You haven't touched anything here,

have you?

- No.

- Good.

Aren't you some big detective

with the homicide squad?

No. I'm a regular cop these days.

- How long you worked here, Carol?

- 36...

- Be careful of the blood here.

- 36 years.

- 17 when I started.

- Yeah, right.

His life shrunk down to just four rooms.

Who would have done this to him?

Mr B had no enemies.

- No-one.

- No-one else lives here?

The stepdaughter, Erica,

was here day before yesterday.

First time I seen her in years.

Who else works here?

Bruce Starkey is the gardener,

if you call sitting on your arse

all day gardening.

You've seen the place.

His son, Tay,

does what's left of the lawns.

Bit simple, the boy.

Oh, and there's Cecily Addison.

She keeps his accounts.

Anything out of place when you got here?

His watch is missing. He always took it

off at night and put it on the stool.

- This one?

- Yeah.

A gold Branlau. White face.

Very valuable. With a crocodile band.

Alright, nobody touches anything!

- Nobody leaves.

- Really?

I was just going to do a quick hoover.

I'm Senior Detective Rick Hopgood,

head of criminal investigation

at Cromarty.

- And you are?

- Joe Cashin, Sheriff at Port Monro.

- Don't they give you a uniform?

- Yeah.

End of shift. Go back to looking after

dolphins in Port Monro.

Carol, Rick here'll look after you.

If you need anything,

give me a ring at Port Monro.

- Thank you.

- Take care.

Thanks.

- Vinegar.

- Sorry I was so harsh before, mate.

Call on your expertise if needed.

Oh, you're right.

We're all on the same team.

Oh, yeah? Who told you that?

- The old bloke OK?

- How'd you know about Bourgoyne?

Bruce Starkey, I'm the gardener here.

Detective Hopgood rang me.

Yeah, how do you know him?

- Why'd he do that?

- I don't know.

ESP? Open things up?

So, that it? Biggest crime we've had

outside shoplifting and drunken brawls

and you're leaving it all to Cromarty?

Yep.

Dad! Dad! Over here, come on!

Come on'. To me'. To me'.

- Catch, Joe.

- Over here!

Yeah!

I understand you looked after

Charles Bourgoyne's accounts, Cecily?

Bob Menzies was still PM

when I started working for him.

You know he paid his own bills,

phones, electricity?

Didn't even own a house

when he left Canberra.

- Sorry, Bourgoyne?

- No, Menzies.

Charles had people

to do everything for him.

Yeah, his money came from generators

or something, didn't it?

It came from his old man.

Any farm or shearing shed

that wasn't on the grid,

and that was just about the lot

of them, bought Bourgoyne generators.

Charles gave most of it away.

Money never interested him much.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes