Brendan!

This is all your fault.

You could have killed him.

Go, I don't even want to look at you.

Sorry.

What's going on with you?

Sort yourself out.

Supposed to be in rehab.

Supposed to be safe.

Big liar.

Big time policewoman.

You think we're all stupid, eh?

What's the problem?

They're upset because I didn't tell them that I lost him.

You didn't lose him, he ran because he's a murder suspect.

What?

No.

What are you talking about?

It's alright, we're here.

OK, Brendan.

We gotta ask you some questions.

He's too sick.

He nearly died.

Mum, we need to do this.

Officially.

We'll wait outside.

OK.

So, what happened between you and Bull?

He wanted to know if I slept with Kumantjayi.

What did you tell him?

Lies.

That I didn't.

Did he believe you?

Musta.

Roughed me up a bit and left me at the boundary gates.

What happened after that?

I was trying to take a shortcut.

Got lost.

Can't remember.

Still drunk.

When was the last time you saw her?

I told you before.

Sunday night, at Mum's?

You told me you had sex with her.

Then you got wild and when after her.

I didn't.

She just left.

We had a fight.

What about?

She was getting texts from someone.

I don't know.

I gotta go.

Give me a phone.

I tried to grab her phone.

She just took off.

You come back here!

-Oi!

Come back here!

-And then you followed her?

Nah, just went my own way.

Where?

Xavier's.

Alright, we'll have to check that out.

Oh, and we're gonna need fingerprints and DNA so don't go anywhere.

Look after yourself, Brendan.

I'm trying to find her.

You don't understand.

These people are still essentially primitive.

Don't think it's easy.

I'll call you back.

OK, that sounded bad.

I didn't mean it the way you think.

My French associate struggles.

She doesn't understand.

She doesn't understand us primitives?

Oh, we're so lucky to have you, aren't we?

Look, Eileen is still missing.

I need police help to find her.

She'll turn up when she wants to be found.

She wants to talk to me.

See all these kids?

They're my family.

They M's family too.

The little ones keep asking... "What happened to big Sister M?"

You know... you've gotta find that killer soon.

I'm trying really hard.

Everyone's saying it's your brother.

Gossip's not gonna help anyone.

We need proof.

You know it's not just your job to sort that killer?

It's my job too.

I know your family needs justice.

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna kill it, that killer.

-What about the kinship laws?

-F**ing kinship laws.

Toni.

Come on, Nick.

We got work to do.

No.

I have to know what Xavier has to say.

You will.

Me and Nick will tell you.

Eileen's still missing.

Why don't you concentrate on finding her?

She's fine.

How do you know if you haven't found her?

You want me to check on Brendan's alibi or not?

Eileen?

A lot of people are worried about you.

Yeah, silly buggers.

They know that I'm working.

Is there a reason you're not painting for Isabelle anymore?

Do you know what happened to that young girl?

Theadora's family want to know.

What happened to her?

I wish I could help.

Well, Brendan, Keithy, and X-Man and Karl were all together.

From 8pm to about 2am.

Doing what?

Fixing Keithy's car.

So, they're all lying.

S'pose you want me to find Eileen for you.

Sure.

How did Samuel handle Xavier?

Was he genuinely chasing answers?

You really don't trust your uncle, do you?

We know Brendan was with Mariah so those fellas are covering something up.

And Samuel's letting them.

OK.

So, how do we find out who's telling the truth?

-Hello?

-Hey.

-It's Toni.

-Oh.

Hello.

We're trying to track down Keithy.

Is he around?

What?

We just want to confirm where he was the night Kumantjayi was killed.

He was here with us all night.

True?

Xavier told Nick that he was at his place all night.

So someone's got it wrong.

You f**ing tricked me.

Why didn't you say Keithy had an alibi?

You too.

Jacinta, please.

I need you to speak English so Nick can understand.

We're doing official police work.

Official police work?

Does that give you permission to walk inside my house?

So, you don't know where he was?

You just picking on Keithy cos he's been drunk for a few days.

What happened that made him start drinking again?

OK.

So, what now?

S**.

Oi.

What gave you the authority to wipe out a crime scene?

Those roads have been s**house for ten years.

You should be thanking me for getting them fixed.

No-one else has bothered to do it.

It was organised six months ago.

And if the powers-that-be had gotten their s** together, Mariah never would have had her accident.

It wasn't an accident.

Mariah was chased down and murdered.

And someone's trying to cover that up.

I have lived in this community for a very long time.

And unlike you, people actually talk to me, and straight up, no-one wants you here meddling in our affairs.

If I find a skerrick of evidence that you're involved in a cover-up, I'll be back to charge you as an accessory.

Accessory carries jail time.

You're looking at seven years.

Good luck with that.

That guy's supposed to be looking after the whole community?

You alright?

You know, we can leave it there for today if you want.

You know we never searched Mariah's car.

No.

What's that?

I might do this one alone.

Could be a women's only gathering.

Yeah, I figured.

Hello.

Hello.

Sit down with us.

-Artwe.

-Artwe.

-Arlhe.

-Arlhe.

-Arlhe.

-Arlhe.

You know, Theadora needs to know how Kumantjayi passed away.

I'm trying to help her.

That's good, poor thing.

Can you tell me anything about this?

Where it's come from?

Who's done it?

What do you reckon?

Nah!

I don't know.

Here, have a look at this.

It's not an artist from Perdar Theendar?

That's tourist thing.

Rubbish.

Wait.

Can I have a look?

The material's old.

It's... It's linen, not canvas.

And the paint's ochre.

-Arlhe.

-Arlhe.

Arlhe.

It's possible it could be one of the paintings from Perdar Theendar from the 1960s.

It could be one of the first generation painters.

Do you think there could be others?

Where did you get this from?

All this stuff that Isabelle's saying, how come youse don't know about it?

It's really old.

Our old people must have painted it.

Alright.

I'll get someone else to help me then.

Here, give it back to me.

Toni... That painting, if we could find the whole thing, that's the holy grail.

It would be absolutely priceless.

It's none of your business.

You got a message.

Yeah?

Who from?

The ante-natal clinic.

Apparently you've got an appointment.

I was... I was gonna tell you.

How long have you known?

I'm eight weeks pregnant.

I've known for a month.

You wanna do everything on your own?

Fine.

Looks like we'll have to sing stronger love magic for them.

Found our sister's killer yet?

Taking too long.

If it was your family, you'd be done by now.

Hey, leave her alone!

We'll fix it ourselves.

Smell good?

About time.

Where you been?

Show me that.

You can't see this.

Hey, you can't take that.

It's evidence.

These paintings are serious stuff, men's business.

You're crazy walking around with that.

Too f**ing dangerous.

Where'd you get it from?

If you tell me where it comes from, I'll tell you where I found it.

OK.

How does this sound?

The paintings were found in the boot of M's car the night of the accident.

Broderick and the men saw the fire and rescued them.

Broderick's hand is burnt.

Where do they come from?

The only thing you have to know, they were hidden in a safe place.

I found a bit of the painting in the wreck of M's car.

So someone stole the paintings from that secret place.

Any fingerprints from the hiding place?

Couldn't.

Leave it to me.

Go visit your mother.

Fantasia.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

You two looked friendly.

What did he want?

Nothing.

I just wanted to get the keys for the basketball courts.

Careful he doesn't want anything in return.

Was Brendan jealous of Kumantjayi?

Of course.

Whenever she'd get a text he'd go mad.

Who'd be texting her?

All the blokes had the hots for her.

Did she ever get them to do stuff for her?

Yep.

Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

Hey, Nick, can you call me back when you get this?

You happy now?

I didn't mean to.

Our men take care of this business.

I promise, I wasn't spying on you.

Leave it alone.

Who would hide secret sacred stuff in a car wreck anyway?

Cattle own our land and caves now, they're safer here.

Who else knows about the hiding place?

Is it just the men in our family?

These prints will tell us who.

We all own them.

We're allowed to handle them.

And what, give them to Kumantjayi for her to sell?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Alright.

Leave it, don't you worry about it.

Everything will be OK.

OK?

And what about Kumantjayi?

Nothing is OK until we find out who murdered her.

Hey, if you understood your culture properly, then you would know stealing those paintings is as bad as murder.

And that's why she was killed.

Don't you see?

One of the men in our family stole the paintings.

What if he had second thoughts and went after her?

Hey, anyone could have stolen them paintings.

Like I said, they're not locked up.

Besides, I guarantee you, none of our men killed her.

And how would you know that?

Because if they did, that girl's body would never ever be found.

I guess we'll find out, won't we?

-Turn around!

Dangerous men!

-Don't go that way!

Hey, it's not yours, take it down.

You're a real dog.

That's men's painting.

Take this painting down.

It's not good for women and children to see.

Take it down now!

Take it down!

Help!

Someone call the police!

I'm sorry, you can't have this painting.

It's too dangerous.

Run.

Take the painting and go.

Look, what the hell!

Why would you let that man steal a painting?

Because it was already stolen.

It shouldn't have been at that gallery.

So, bring it in, put it in evidence till we work it out.

I'm not even gonna look at a sacred men's painting, let alone touch it.

So, why not get Nick to bring it in?

Didn't you ask me to keep the calm on any potentially disruptive cross-cultural situations?

Yeah, and-- If that painting was locked up in the police station, there'd be more than a disruption.

I stopped a bloody war.

Well, that's not what Liz Hindmarsh is saying.

She's saying she bought that painting legitimately.

Some blackfellas came along, threw a rock, smashed a window, stole it, and you let them.

OK.

But if I'm right, Liz Hindmarsh somehow is involved in Mariah's death.

Prove it.

Nick, I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

Oh, about a little life-changing thing like parenthood?

Why should I know about that s**?

Good work, my niece.

The painting's back in a safe place.

Hey, hang on.

I found your painting.

Now you gotta tell me what you know.

I can't help you.

Catch you later.

We need to know who helped Mariah steal the painting.

Well, I can't tell you that because I didn't know it was stolen.

Mariah brought me that painting as a sample.

She said she could get her hands on nine more.

And you said yes.

Liz, the artists who painted the work have been dead for decades.

The painting that you had in your window is old.

Secret.

Worth a fortune.

You didn't know what you had.

Well, I would have had them all if Mariah hadn't backed out of the deal.

Sure.

Your lawyer can try that line to the Magistrate.

Apparently someone else was willing to pay more.

Who?

Who do you think?

So, Mariah was driving the paintings out of Perdar Theendar that night for Isabelle.

The Paris exhibition's the perfect cover to smuggle the paintings out of the country.

Customers wouldn't even notice.

Bloody Isabelle.

Sucking up to the community the whole time.

I should have guessed.

She's not here.

What the f**?

This woman got no shame.

-What?

-The borders are black.

The artists here don't paint them like that.

OK.

But can we focus on one crime at a time?

So, where else would they go to paint?

Enough is enough!

We need to know where Eileen is.

Her work is a very important part of our exhibition.

You're like a f**ing mining company.

Can't take no for an answer.

Just tell me where she is.

Oh, my god!

Eileen!

I'm so glad to find you... Go away.

I was so worried about you.

Are you OK?

I'm a grown woman.

Leave me alone.

Well, when will you come and finish the work for Paris?

I've done that big one already.

I was hoping you'd do some more.

No I can't.

I'm working for Xavier now.

You don't own me.

And Xavier doesn't own me.

I've got a family to look after, just leave me alone.

Please, you must be able to do something.

Oi!

I'm not doing anything illegal.

I gave Eileen a $10,000 car and she's painting for me to pay it off, proper way.

Mass producing Eileen's art just devalues it.

We've seen your kind before.

Turning up here, finding a black man.

Having a few kids.

Next minute, claiming country.

Can you help?

We sure can.

Oh, thank you so much.

I mean, someone has to save the community from people like this.

Yeah, they sure do.

You're under arrest.

-What?

-Come on.

You... -You've... -Come on.

F**!

-What... -Get in the car, Isabelle.

Come on.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm under arrest!

Take her in.

I'll talk to him.

Come on.

I'll sort this out.

What are you doing?

We've been given information that ties Isabelle to the stolen paintings.

She has done a lot for this community.

What have you done?

How close are you two?

She gonna stay around here forever?

Move out to the outstation with you?

Or what, write a book about my family's songlines, with all of her sexually transmitted cultural knowledge?

It's none of your business if she does.

Nuh.

You can't interview her.

I have a murder to solve.

So, you had nothing to do with the stolen paintings or wanting to smuggle them out of the country?

So, you think I enlisted Mariah to ferry stolen sacred paintings?

Why would I do such a thing?

We can't use her name.

It's either "Kumantjayi" or "M".

Or do you only use the right way when you wanna get something out of it?

I've spent years working alongside the people of Perdar Theendar.

They are my very good friends.

Your mother is my bush mother.

Why would I jeopardise that?

I feel sick to my stomach that you think that I would do something like that.

You arrested me.

Until I'm cleared, my reputation is f**ed.

We'll be right back.

The fingerprints Samuel got off the wreck has a match.

Great.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Here she is.

Number one art detective.

Fingerprints have come back.

We know who stole the paintings for Kumantjayi.

Who?

Keithy.

I had to let Isabelle go until we can interview Keithy.

Samuel's gone to bring him in.

Hey.

At least it's not your brother.

Keithy's my nephew.

It's just as bad.

I'm sorry.

Between Samuel, the paintings, and your family... There's not a bit of this that can be easy for you.

Samuel!

Samuel!

Samuel, you there?

Samuel!

It's Isabelle, let me in.

He's not there.

-Where is he?

-Busy.

You can't shut me off from him.

If Samuel didn't tell you what he was doing, maybe he's the one who shut you off.

Eileen.

Not you again.

You're a real humbug, what do you want?

You left the art centre to work for Xavier.

Is that because of Isabelle?

No.

You know Isabelle was manipulating Mariah to get her hands on those sacred paintings.

Is that why you left?

You're a real nother kind, eh?

They're no good, I don't want nothing to do with them art centre mob.

Did you ever see Isabelle with Mariah?

Never.

Not once.