The Broken Shore Page #7

Are cops always this intimate

on a first date?

Cops generally don't have second dates.

Helen, I'm... I'm not... really...

Talkative? In the mood?

What aren't you, really? You don't want

to stay and have some party pies?

Yeah.

I'm f***ed.

What, and I'm not?

I mean, my back, and my legs.

Everything.

Oh, you mean really f***ed?

That's OK.

Show me.

Wow.

Nasty.

Maybe you should have followed

your brother into architecture.

Yeah.

I was with Bobby for six years.

He couldn't even make it

to the seven-year itch.

He may be a beacon of hope

for all of Australia

but as a boyfriend,

he was a terrible root rat.

So I had a meltdown, came here.

Bobby Walshe's electorate.

Strange place to escape to.

Oh, it's a place.

It's winter. Spring's coming.

You know there won't be

a single person in Monro

who doesn't know we've done it by now.

Oh, they need something

to cheer them up.

Cheered me up.

Good.

How's your back hard up against a tree?

I'm happy to give it a shot...

if the tree's willing.

G'day, Bruce.

Now you head inside now, Tay.

Mum's got spag bol for dinner.

Spag bol? Mum's got spag bol?

- Do you want some?

- No, thanks, Tay.

Alright.

I understand you drove

Mr Bourgoyne around.

- Ever take him to this place?

- Nah.

Yeah.

And when you did...

did you ever see this guy?

Is there something wrong

with your brain? I said no...

You know, a serious brain problem

would be bullshitting me.

I'm calling Hopgood.

He's a mate of mine.

I'll drive you to the station.

You can ring him from there.

You know what they did, don't ya?

They f***ed boys.

Boys your son's age. Younger.

He wasn't one, was he?

How would your son like to know

that his dad was a chauffeur

for a kiddie fiddler?

You shut your mouth.

You don't say anything

or I'll f***in' kill ya.

Now, I never saw nothin'.

No, you just ran errands for 'em.

When was the last time you were there?

Just before Bourgoyne died.

Wanted me to pick up a heap of files

from Pollard and then burn 'em all.

Don't go anywhere, Bruce.

If I find out you went running back

to your buddy Hopgood,

I'll come back here and I'll arrest you

as an accessory. You understand?

I love my boy.

And I never touched no boy.

You hear me? The lot of them,

they made me f***in' sick.

- Yeah.

- And I never did burn those files.

Robin Bonney, Charles Bourgoyne,

Percy Crake and Duncan Ballins.

Got a Robin Gray Bonney here. Age 67.

- Possibility?

- That's about right.

A sex offender.

Suspended on two charges

and then he did four out of six.

He's dead.

Multiple stab wounds, castrated,

mutilated and strangled.

- When?

- Three weeks ago in Sydney.

Anything on Crake?

- He died six months ago.

- Yeah?

Natural causes. Hit by a bus.

Doesn't get more natural than that.

Unless someone pushed you.

Dave Rebb?

Dave'.

Rebb'.

Dave'.

Rebb'.

Yeah?

The two cheques, $200,000 each

paid out in '83, '84.

Took forever, thank you very much.

Had to dig out the old tax records.

The recipient was a company

wound down in '84.

Name of Begone Begone Pty Ltd.

Registered under the name

of Derek Singleton.

This guy was one of the kids

in the video.

He went on two Companions camps.

He has a few personal issues now.

Thrashed me all the time.

- All of 'em did. Make me do things.

- Who're you talking about?

He made me read the Bible,

then pull his cock out.

He broke three of me ribs. Made me

tell the school I fell off me bike.

I never had no bike.

Always wanted one. I never had one.

He even did it to his own son.

Loaned him out to his mates.

His own son'. His own f... son.

Don't gimme that look'. I know that look.

I had that f***in' look.

I had that look me whole life.

You gimme that f***in' look again...

Steady on.

Detective Dove here tells me

you might have some idea

who committed these murders.

- I told you. His son, Jamie.

- Jamie Bourgoyne?

He's dead, mate.

He drowned in Tasmania in 1993.

Risen from the dead. I seen him.

He come back to make it right.

In Nicholson Street, in the hostel.

Jamie and his bum buddy, Justin.

Mate, don't f*** with Justin.

It's been over 30 years.

You sure it was them?

I know Jamie. I know Justin, alright?

Dark, curly hair. A funny lip.

Crazy eyes, blue eyes. He's crazy, mate,

crazy. Crazier than me.

Don't you play these games with me.

Don't you drag me here

on the word of some junkie. Do not.

I thought this might be convenient

for you. I figured you knew the place.

Take a seat.

There's really no point in going on

with this.

Your brother's alive, isn't he?

That's why you hired a bodyguard.

Look, you've got no idea

what you're talking about...

Your stepfather was a monster.

The only way your brother could survive

was by faking his own death.

He forced you to come here and watch,

didn't he?

No. He's dead.

What was it like

after your mother's accident?

It was just the two of you,

alone in that house, with Charles.

What happened after school?

What happened at night?

Was your mother's death an accident?

The same night those three boys died,

she... what, she tripped?

Fell down the stairs?

You must have suspicions.

What does this matter?

What does any of this matter now?

- What'd you see that night?

- Look, I don't know.

I don't know. I don't remember.

All I know is that depraved,

sick bastard is dead

and so are all his sweaty,

grunting friends.

And so maybe now we can sleep.

But you sat here, in this seat,

and you were part of this.

Right from the start, you knew exactly

how this was going to end.

No.

You sat here and you watched them

torture Pollard.

How'd that make you feel? Did you...

Did you clap when the curtain came down?

These men that you are so keen

to protect,

do you realise how many children

went through that terrible place?

Do you realise how many lives that...

that...

And what were you going to do with them,

Detective?

I'd arrest them. Let the courts decide.

I'm sorry, that's just not good enough.

Not by a long shot.

You had nothing to do with the sale

of the Companions camp, did you?

I checked. You didn't come back

into town to sell any land.

Three days before your stepfather's

death, you came back to warn him.

- Did I?

- Did you warn him?

I was gonna warn him but then I, um...

..then I saw his face and I remembered.

I remembered this... I remembered

my little brother and, um...

..how I couldn't protect him

and that no-one came to save us.

And... So I didn't warn him.

- Where's your brother?

- I don't know where he is.

And if I did know, I wouldn't tell you.

'Cause I-I know they'll stop

when it's finally over.

We'll be in touch.

Do you think because you care now,

do you think because there's all

this compensation from the church

and Royal Commissions,

do you think that all this pain

and this damage

just magically disappears?

No, I didn't clap because

they dragged me here

and they tied me to that chair

and they taped my mouth shut.

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