"(Suspenseful music)" "(Grunts)" "(General hubbub)" "(Crowd barracks)" "Come on!" "Come on." "Come on!" "Step up now!" "Now!" "(Grunts) Step it up, you weak bastard!" "Step it up!" "(Crowd barracks) Step it up now!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "I'm sorry, mate." "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yeah!" "Come here." "Come here!" "How about a kiss for the camera?" "(Man whistles)" "(People cheer and applaud)" "I told you!" "200 yards out!" "I-I'm sorry, Dad..." "You nearly lost it for us, yeah?" "Alright?" "You won!" "(Laughs)" "Good race." "You almost had us." "What's that all about?" "Don't give me that!" "Bloody cheats, OK?" "Hey, hey!" "Problem, Bates?" "Right." "(Chants) College!" "College!" "College!" "(All chant) College!" "College!" "You're nuts!" "Who do you think you are?" "(Inaudible)" "Rachel!" "I thought you might be thirsty." "Thanks." "Does this look alright to you?" "What do you mean?" "I don't know." "It looks a little weak." "Not yellow enough." "It's fine." "OK, mate?" "Come on." "Photo time." "John?" "Excellent." "Thanks anyway." "Where's Arnie?" "Arnie!" "Arnie." "Arnie, come on." "There you go, boys." "Alright." "Thanks, Dad." "(Applause and cheering)" "(All chant) College!" "College!" "College!" "(All cheer)" "(Women gasp)" "WOMAN:" "Quickly!" "Someone!" "Quickly!" "♪ Theme music" "(Birdsong)" "MATTIE:" "Lucien?" "Lucien!" "You can't hide, you know." "Lucien?" "~ Mattie." "~ You asked him to move in so go and sort it out." "Oh, they'll be fine." "Oh, honestly!" "Mrs Beazley, I promise I'm being extremely careful." "I know!" "All these boxes belong to the doctor's father." "This one is extremely fragile." "Only the doctor is allowed to move them." "It's just down the hall." "Yes, I know, Charlie." "But that's not the point!" "Charlie!" "Oh!" "What's the problem here?" "Your boxes." "Well, just shift them." "You said no-one was allowed to move them!" "Pop them in the surgery." "He's gotta get in and out of the room somehow." "Yesterday you said no-one was allowed to touch them." "And today I've changed my mind." "You're angry because I offered him the room without consulting you." "It's your house." "You can do what you like." "I thought you didn't trust him." "I didn't." "Not entirely." "But I felt for the boy." "But you're quite right." "I should've discussed it with you first." "(Phone rings) Can I get a hand?" "You seem to be doing fine." "Dr Blake's surgery." "Yes." "One moment." "Charlie, it's for you." "Thanks for the room, Doc." "Is Mrs Beazley alright about me being there?" "Oh, Mrs Beazley's ecstatic." "Monica?" "Monica Parker!" "Is that you?" "Lucien." "Well, goodness me." "What are you doing here?" "That's my son." "Doctor." "I am so sorry." "I..." "I had no idea." "If there's anything I can do, anything at all, you let me know." "That went well." "What have we got?" "Dennis Goodman." "17." "Ballarat College." "State Schoolboy Rowing Champion two years running." "Father told me he was gonna be selected for Rome next year." "State Swimming Champion, freestyle and butterfly." "State team for cricket." "District for football." "Witnesses said two boys went into the water." "Only one surfaced." "They also said he was only under the water for 25 seconds." "Any attempt at resuscitation?" "There were three trained lifesavers in the crowd." "They took turns until the ambos got here." "Yeah, something's not right here." "What are we dealing with, Lucien?" "At this moment, I have absolutely no idea." "He's quite the Platonic ideal, isn't he?" "He was an athlete and a very good one too." "That explains the muscle definition." "Must've taken some work." "See the shape of the pectorals?" "And the abdominal oblique." "It's perfect." "Quite a student of the male form, Doctor." "I studied Classics at university." "Hmm... (Clears throat) Slight acne on the shoulders." "Well, not surprising in a teenager." "There's no sign of any trauma, apart from a likely contusion on the jaw." "Yes." "Might need to let the blood settle on that overnight, see what forms, eh?" "You didn't find anything he could've struck under the water?" "No." "No, not yet." "Doug Ashby's got a police diver coming in tomorrow." "How about the upper airways?" "As you suspected, contained an unusually large amount of water, despite the resuscitation attempt." "Not quite adding up, is it?" "No." "But he can't have drowned!" "We don't know for sure, Rachel, but it's still our best guess." "He was so strong!" "You were with him just before he went in." "Did he..." "Did he say anything, do anything unusual?" "No." "Anything at all?" "Well, he asked about his drink." "And he said it didn't look yellow enough but he seemed fine." "He seemed..." "Here you are, my dear." "Oh, thank you, Doctor." "Of course." "~ Charlie?" "~ BERNIE:" "Well, they took our photograph and a few of the students picked us up and carried us to the water." "Go on." "Don't tell them a drowning." "Not yet." "What?" "Why not?" "It's tradition." "You win your race, they throw you in the lake." "You both swam in the lake before?" "We've won a lot of races." "Excuse me." "What is that?" "The contents of Dennis Goodman's lungs after 25 seconds in Lake Wendouree." "Well, the boy drowned." "Not from water in his lungs." "When you're drowning, typically, the larynx clamps shut." "It's a protective measure." "It prevents more water coming in." "You continue to struggle but the lungs are sealed." "Basically, you asphyxiate." "It can take quite some time." "That's what we call a 'dry drowning'." "Now, alternatively, the larynx shuts and then briefly releases after an individual has fallen unconscious, allowing a small amount of water into the lungs." "That's what we call a 'wet drowning'." "And in this case?" "Well, that's far too much water." "So this is neither a wet drowning or a dry drowning?" "Exactly." "The larynx failed to close." "Water rushed into the lungs." "Dennis Goodman was dead, either just before or just after he hit the water." "How?" "I don't know but he didn't drown, as such." "What, all because of the boy's larynx?" "Yes, I mean, try breathing in next time you're sipping a cup of tea." "Are you suggesting foul play?" "(Coughs and splutters)" "Sorry." "I'm not suggesting anything." "Well, the father is demanding answers." "Accident, manslaughter, murder" " I have to put a name to it." "At present, cause is unknown." "Acting Sergeant, make a note." "Until the doctor signs off on cause of death, the body will remain in the Ballarat Morgue." "You feel like explaining that to the parents?" "You don't know?" "The autopsy was inconclusive." "But I have to organise the funeral." "And I understand that." "But until we know exact..." "They're doing what they can." "Our boy is in the morgue." "Now, we want him back so we can say goodbye." "Is that so hard?" "Darling..." "Is it?" "!" "At the moment, yes, it is." "Mr Goodman, until we know how your son died, we can't officially release his body. (Sighs)" "Can you think of any reason why someone might want to hurt Dennis?" "Did he have any enemies?" "Rivals, perhaps?" "To your knowledge, did anyone ever threaten him?" "I'm sorry, Monica." "I have to ask." "I'd like you to leave!" "Mr Goodman, please!" "Now!" "Mr Goodman, I have to ask the..." "My son had viral meningitis when he was six." "The doctors said he wouldn't live but he ended up inspiring more people in 17 years than you'll do in a lifetime." "And you ask me if he had enemies?" "!" "Mr Goodman, as Monica said, we're.." "That's Mrs Goodman to you!" "Mr and Mrs Goodman, thank you for your time." "Go." "Foxglove from the garden." "Foxglove." "Mm." "Very medicinal, you know." "Really?" "Mm." "I just thought they were pretty flowers." "I've put some more of your father's belongings in the surgery." "Don't know what you'll do with them." "That makes two of us." "Oh, Charlie told me about the Goodman boy down at the lake." "Yes." "I knew his mother years ago, before I left to study in Scotland." "She was the first woman I ever... .. courted." "Oh." "And the night before I was leaving, we had a..." "Oh, we had a silly argument about something." "Believe it or not, I was thinking about proposing to her." "Instead, I left the next day and never saw her again." "Joined the army and eventually got posted to Singapore." "It's funny, isn't it, how your life can turn on a single moment, on a single decision?" "Yes, it is, isn't it?" "Well, goodnight, Lucien." "Goodnight, Jean." "Did I leave you with enough hot water this morning?" "Er, nearly." "Was better than yesterday, at least." "Morning, Mattie." "Good morning." "Charlie." "Mrs Beazley." "Oh, there's a patient to see you." "It's a bit early for that, isn't it?" "You'll wanna see this one." "Oh, why would anyone want to hurt Dennis?" "I was hoping you could tell me that." "Everybody looked up to him." "I... (Sniffs)" ".. was so proud of him." "(Sighs)" "Even Patrick Tyneman sponsored him." "Sponsoring?" "I thought Dennis was amateur." "There was some way around it, I don't understand." "I'm sorry Herbert was rough with you yesterday." "Oh..." "He was a sportsman too, wasn't he?" "An Olympian." "He could be very tough on Dennis." "Said he had to be." "(Knocks at door)" "Thank you, Jean." "Not at all." "If there's anything else you need..." "Yes." "Now, you have another boy, don't you?" "Yes." "Lucas." "An athlete too?" "Oh, he tries." "He's more of an academic than Dennis ever was." "Oh." "Well, I do approve of scholars." "Herbert didn't." "Lucien?" "If you have any regard for me still..." "Monica..." "Monica, this is my job and I promise you, I'll find out what happened to Dennis." "Thank you." "I loved my son, Lucien." "His memory is all I have left!" "Well, look at that." "You're absolutely right." "You can just see the beginnings of a circular imprint just above the carotid artery." "Meaning if the artery was damaged, it could've caused him to drown?" "May well have done, Charlie." "Might leave it a while longer to settle, eh?" "Do you have the, um, stomach contents?" "You can see the redness, can't you?" "Yeah." "Ah." "Oh!" "Well, that is interesting." "Charlie?" "Oh!" "What am I meant to be smelling?" "Alcohol." "You can definitely smell it." "Mm." "And, I presume, alcohol wasn't available after the race." "It wasn't." "I know that for a fact." "Dennis didn't drink!" "Never has done." "I understand that, Mr Goodman." "I only ask because, well, on occasion, boys will be boys." "I know my own son, Blake, and I'm telling you there must be some mistake." "He was a good boy." "He trained hard..." "Sorry." "Dad?" "I can't find Dennis's sports bag." "Oh, for God's sake, Lucas." "It doesn't matter." "Come on." "We're going." "Bloody hell, Lucien." "I've just spoken with the boy's father again." "He's furious." "I mean, the boy drowned in front of 40 witnesses." "You know, the family is actually more worried about the boy's funeral than if had a quiet ale on the side." "Only they say he never touched the stuff." "And I still can't work out why his body reacted the way it did." "Charlie?" "Yeah?" "This bruise - you said there was a scuffle." "Mm-hm." "Talk to the boys involved." "And some other argument he might've had, according to the girlfriend." "Find out who it was with." "Yes, boss." "And before you do any of that, better check that lake." "Will do." "You really think this is murder?" "Yes." "You've got 24 hours." "That's it." "In the water?" "Yes." "'In' the water?" "Yes!" "Blake, you could've told me you wanted me to go in the water." "You heard the Superintendent." "I wanted divers." "We don't have time." "Now, Charlie, 10, 15 minutes tops, then hop out, rug up." "It's bloody cold." "Yeah." "Thanks for that." "Any chance of a swig from that flask of yours before I do?" "I wouldn't, Charlie." "It increases the risk of hypothermia." "Quite right." "Deep breaths, Charlie!" "(Chuckles) Welcome to the Ritz!" "Bit different to what the college toffs have, hey?" "Doesn't seem to have slowed you down." "Not too much, anyway." "Yeah." "We almost did 'em the other day and in last week's qualifiers." "Only I got stuffed towards the finish." "We kept going out too fast, too early." "That's all." "Right." "Now, you and Dennis had something of a to-do after the race, I gather." "Oh, just stirring and then he broke it up." "No-one landed nothin'!" "Pity, but." "Bloke had a face you'd never get tired of punching." "So, tell me, if you win at the State Titles next week, you might be selected for the Olympic squad, yes?" "He might." "I won't!" "Timmy's the gun." "I'm just the grunt." "He ought to, at least, after all the yakka he's put in." "He's going for some scholarship overseas." "Ah!" "It's a Rhodes scholarship." "It's pretty competitive, though." "Ah!" "He'll get it." "He's a bloody genius." "Just a shame he's a rubbish bloke." "(Chuckles) Is that right?" "!" "Here you are, boys." "There's something to keep you going." "Smashing, Mrs Webb." "Thanks, Mum." "Better pack up soon, love." "Dr King's got deliveries needing to be made." "Yes, Mum." "I remember making the same deliveries for my father's surgery from time to time when I was your age." "Dr Blake, this is Bess Webb." "I trained under her." "Pleased to meet you." "Absolute pleasure." "Now, Mattie, we'd best be going." "Boys, good luck at the State Titles." "Anything from the other students?" "Well, it sounds like the girlfriend, Rachel, and Arnie Ross were a bit of an item before Dennis came along." "Ah." "It's probably just teenage gossip." "What about you?" "Anything useful?" "No." "Not a lot." "Let's see if Charlie's managed to find anything." "Thanks for your help, Arnie." "Hey, Doc, turns out there was something down there." "So I see." "Arnie, those shoes of yours, were you wearing them yesterday when you were thrown in?" "Yes, sir." "Looks like you didn't have to go swimming after all, Charlie." "I knew I must've kicked him." "I felt something after we hit the water." "And you didn't think you should tell us?" "It's alright, Arnie." "You gave Dennis a bruise." "It isn't what killed him." "Then why are we here?" "Tell us about Dennis." "Great sportsman, very dedicated." "Trained real hard." "Glad we were on the same team." "Yes." "You know, I noticed in the newspaper it mentioned he'd won the Wendouree Classic." "It didn't mention you." "Did that happen often?" "Yes." "Gosh." "That must've been difficult." "He was the successful one." "I was just there to help out." "Oh." "And did you always think that way?" "Son?" "I used to think I could make it professional." "But that was before Dennis and his dad came along." "His dad coached you both?" "Dennis, mostly." "And how did that make you feel?" "Dennis always got whatever he wanted, the best of everything, took all the glory, took my girl and then he starts cheating with someone behind her back!" "Honestly... .. I won't miss him." "It's a good thing young Dennis was winning races because he certainly wasn't winning many friends." "You know, we had a phone call while you were out." "Some Joe in a phone box saying, above all things..." "You're gonna love this!" "..Tyneman tried to fix the Wendouree Classic so that Dennis Goodman could win it." "(Chuckles) Of course he did." "I shouldn't be surprised." "Um..." "You used to be involved with Monica Goodman?" "Weren't you?" "Been around this town for a lot longer than you have, Lucien." "It has absolutely no bearing on this case, Doug, and you know it." "But, you have to admit, it complicates matters." "Excuse me, sir." "What?" "Well, it seems one of the college teachers has found a half-empty bottle of spirits in a visitor's locker at the boathouse." "Spirits?" "Who's locker, do we know?" "Les Bates." "He was also seen outside just before the presentation." "Alright." "Bring him in." "And this time, Dr Blake, Charlie and I will ask the questions." "OK?" "Vodka?" "You're kidding, aren't you?" "What would I be doing with that top-shelf stuff?" "You were seen around the time of the refreshments." "So?" "I went to pick up my pocketknife." "Thought I might've dropped it back there or in the change rooms, but I couldn't find it." "And you didn't see the bottle then?" "I reckon I'd remember." "Did you see anybody there at the time?" "Er, no." "Nobody." "Except Arnie." "Arnie Ross?" "He as dropping his bag off as I was leaving." "Do you know Patrick Tyneman?" "Who?" "(Sighs) Patrick Tyneman." "He's a local businessman." "Did he ever talk to you before the race about deliberately losing?" "Give it a go!" "We were both bloody rooted." "Even Tim." "If we'd tried any harder, we'd be in a box our bloody selves." "If you're dead-set on finding someone who had it in for Dennis, should talk to his old man." "We already have, Les." "Then you know Dennis's dad used to rough him up before a race, don't you?" "Just to get him angry." "How do you know that?" "I saw him do it plenty of times." "Is that right?" "Show me, Les." "It's alright." "Oh." "Like this." "How hard?" "Like..." "Like that?" "No?" "Show me." "(Grunts)" "And then he'd shake him and sometimes he'd hit him." "It's alright." "Go on." "Yes." "Pretend I'm Dennis for a moment." "(Grunts)" "Bates!" "Bates!" "Bates!" "Sorry about that, Doc." "No." "Not at all, Les." "Bit more conviction there than I expected." "Oh, well spotted, Charlie." "I was tempted to let him keep going." "Did you know anything about this before he started?" "No." "Not really." "Certainly puts him in the frame now, though, doesn't it?" "Be wanting to talk to the father..." "Charlie can do that without you." "I haven't finished." "I don't like surprises and I don't like being kept in the dark." "I wanna know what you're doing and why, every step." "Understood?" "Understood." "You want my advice?" "I instinctively know you don't, but if you did, I would tell you, stay away from the Goodmans!" "I still haven't found Dennis's sports bag." "I gather there was some petty theft at the college." "Stopwatch went missing." "Maybe someone took his bag too." "He rows well for a scholar." "Yes." "It's his first year on the rowing team." "He tries very hard for his father." "When did you meet Herbert?" "During the war." "We met at a dance. (Laughs) He was a great dancer." "He made me feel safe." "He was going to take me away from all this." "Funny how life turns out, isn't it?" "Yes." "I remember I wrote to you from Edinburgh." "I, um..." "I didn't think it was fair to ask you to wait for me." "Ah." "Here's Lucas." "So, tomorrow morning we can start making the arrangements?" "Yes." "Providing the lab reports are as expected." "I'm just sorry I can't tell you anything more right now about how he died." "You've met Dr Blake." "Lucas." "I'll go get the car." "Well, looking good out there." "Quite a rower, from what I can see." "I'll never be as good as Dennis." "I am ever so sorry for the loss of your brother." "Don't be." "(They chat)" "Patrick!" "Lovely morning." "Please, don't let me stop you." "I'll be in touch." "And..." "don't trust this one." "Thank you, Mr Tyneman." "So you're sponsoring Tim Webb now?" "All strictly non-professional." "What happened to, um, sponsoring Dennis Goodman?" "Sadly, the boy is dead so now I'm sponsoring Tim Webb." "I gather there are still some questions about Dennis Goodman's death." "You wouldn't be sniffing around if it was accidental." "Personally..." "I couldn't stand the boy." "No principles." "But he was the ideal type to promote." "And that's what matters." "This is a young country, Blake." "In the next few hundred years, all our heroes are gonna be sportsmen or clowns." "Takes a long time to develop anything else." "Patrick, tell me, how's your boy?" "Still in jail." "But thanks for asking." "Alice has verified the contusion on Dennis's throat and jaw was only superficial." "The lab estimates his blood-alcohol at 1 part in 1,000, to be confirmed tomorrow with their final report, including test results for poisoning of any kind." "So, the fact is that neither the bruise nor the vodka nor the shaking nor anything else we're aware of caused the boy's death?" "I'm afraid not." "So now you know!" "Given the pressure I'm facing from Melbourne, and subject to the lab's confirmation, unless you release the body," "I will have no option but to review your position as police surgeon." "(Sighs) Understood?" "Understood." "(Door opens)" "Alice." "Doctor." "I did as you asked, ran further bloods on him." "There's no presence of any medication, no detectable presence of SGOT." "But elevated levels of testosterone." "Yes." "Elevated beyond reasonable fluctuations." "Also levels of haemoglobin far above what you'd expect and I found evidence of injection marks on the gluteus medius muscle." "See?" "Here and here." "You can just see them." "He was doping himself." "Yes." "No wonder he was so..." "Physically perfect?" "I was going to say 'impressive'." "Mm." "I asked the family doctor to release his medical records." "He refused." "At the father's request, apparently." "The father again." "Yes." "Are you any closer to finding out how he died?" "No." "But I do have a long list of people who would've wanted him dead." "You shouldn't be here." "Herbert will be furious." "Did you know Dennis was taking testosterone?" "What?" "An anabolic steroid." "It enhances performance and recuperation." "Well, possibly." "I wouldn't know." "Herbert looked after all of Dennis's medical issues." "It's potentially very dangerous." "Herbert would never do anything to hurt our son." "How would he know?" "Monica, where are you?" "I have to go." "Some of the boys from the other team called Dennis a cheat." "My son was never a cheat." "He was an inspiration!" "A special boy!" "He was doping." "You again!" "I thought I made myself clear!" "Mr Goodman, please, I know Dennis was using some kind of steroid or testosterone and I think you know that too." "Now, we need to find that missing sports bag." "Do we?" "Lucas?" "Get your brother's bag." "There is no missing sports bag, Dr Blake." "We found it at the school this afternoon." "Here." "Take a good look!" "You happy now?" "Herbert, I am so sorry." "I'll say this one final time." "Leave me and my family alone." "Testosterone?" "A male sex hormone, Jean." "I know what it is, Mattie." "It's cheating." "Is it?" "They take vitamin supplements and some are on special diets?" "That's not cheating." "Actually, steroids are frowned upon in most sports but you do have a point." "Finished?" "Yes, thank you." "That was lovely." "What about teams that aren't taking it or can't afford it?" "Is it fair on them?" "And I don't think his fans in the town would be impressed that he's taking male sex hormones to improve his stroke." "Oh, for heaven's sake!" "It's like living with a pair of children." "(Chuckles) Well, if you ask me," "I'd put my money on the rowing partner." "What about the brother?" "Hm?" "Permanently overlooked." "Sibling rivalry." "Let's not forget about the father in all of this." "Oh?" "Why?" "Because he married the girl you were fond of as a boy?" "I think he knew about the doping and I don't think he could tolerate failure." "Hm." "Well, I feel sorry for him, actually." "You know, he went to Berlin for the Olympics but he had to drop out because of some injury." "Maybe he's reliving the glory days through Dennis." "Mm." "Hm..." "What about the rival in the other team?" "I mean, doesn't he benefit, now that Dennis is out of the way?" "And, if Dennis was on testosterone, where did he get it from?" "On the father's instructions, the family doctor - you know, Dr Kim from down the road - won't release his medical records." "Hm." "And I felt certain everything would be in that bloody sports bag." "Charlie, your dinner should still be warm." "I've got some studying to do." "Thank you." "(Clock ticks)" "(Knock at door)" "I thought you might need this." "Lovely." "This boy had seemingly so many enemies." "Problem isn't so much why, as how." "How did someone do this to a lad in such supreme physical condition?" "I'm sure you'll work it out, Lucien, one way or another." "Thank you, Jean." "Morning." "Morning." "Er, your friend Patrick's put himself on the front page." "Hm." "A roast tonight, if that's agreeable." "Ah, sounds great. (Phone rings)" "(Phone rings)" "Blake's residence." "And he said it didn't look yellow enough." "Yes, sir." "I'll tell him." "Doc?" "Boss wants to see you." "Immediately." "So yesterday it was strangulation and alcohol, today it's body building?" "(Laughs) I take it you're no closer to a conclusion." "No." "Alright." "I have a Regional Command meeting later this afternoon and, I have to tell you, you're apparently now on the official agenda so if you've neither released the body or provided grounds for criminal charges by the time I return at four o'clock," "you leave me no choice, I have to submit this... .. seeking your formal suspension." "So go!" "Foxglove." "Hm?" "Foxglove." "What are you doing?" "Yellow." "Foxglove." "Foxglove!" "Yellow!" "You sure about this, Doc?" "I'm telling you, Charlie." "We missed something more important than we realised." "Now, when's Ashby due back?" "About four." "Why?" "Do you think you could get someone to go and search in and around the boathouse for Dennis's bag?" "The sports bag?" "I thought the Goodmans already found it." "Charlie, they showed me a bag." "I'm not so sure it was Dennis's." "So his bag might still be out there?" "Sergeant?" "They're here." "Thanks." "Um, you can't recall anything else he said, either just before or just after the presentation?" "No." "I was really angry with him." "He was going behind my back with another girl." "Any idea who that was, Rachel?" "No!" "We were in love!" "He was gonna get me out of this town." "Sorry." "That must sound really stupid to you." "No." "Not at all, Rachel." "That's why I put the vodka in his drink after the race." "Drinking's against college rules but I wanted him to be punished for what he'd done." "Rachel, on the day Dennis died, you mentioned he asked you about his drink, about the colour." "Yes, I think that's what he said." "Had ever spoken before of things looking unusual or... or a bit odd?" "No." "Had he ever mentioned anything about dizzy spells?" "No." "Is it my fault?" "Please, tell me that I didn't kill him!" "You did not." "The alcohol had absolutely nothing to do with Dennis's death." "Well, there you are, confirmation Rachel is responsible for the vodka." "We're gonna have to release them, Doc." "~ Yes." "~ ARNIE:" "Is Rachel still here?" "Arnie." "Yes." "We just needed to ask her a few more questions." "What sort of questions?" "I mean, I know I may still be in strife but if I can help, I will." "Yes, you've helped her before, haven't you?" "You helped Rachel spike that drink and plant the bottle in the change rooms, yes?" "Arnie, did Dennis ever talk to you about things looking strange or about feeling dizzy, perhaps, after a race?" "You mean the yellow thing?" "Yes, the yellow thing." "For the last two or three weeks." "The bloke was obsessed." "Is this yellow?" "Is that yellow?" "Anything else, Arnie?" "Anything at all?" "No, I don't think so." "You mentioned he was seeing someone else." "Do you think he could've told her?" "I said I didn't know who that was." "Yes, but you have a pretty good idea, don't you?" "Does Rachel know?" "No." "Nor should she." "We'd had a row." "Rachel was with her dad in Melbourne that weekend." "Dennis didn't know and dropped by." "By then, I'd already had a few glasses of wine." "It's not until the men stop looking that you realise you've become... .. invisible." "It's not an excuse, just an explanation." "Dennis had left well by morning." "I should've known he'd tell his pals." "No." "No, no, no." "I..." "I think Arnie was the only one who suspected it was you and he didn't know for certain until he saw you arguing outside after the race." "After the first time, Dennis thought he was onto a good thing and threatened to tell Rachel if I didn't keep seeing him." "I begged him to let it end and he just laughed at me." "In the time you... knew Dennis, did he ever talk of things looking yellow, did he ever mention having fainting spells?" "He was dizzy once but he took something from that sports bag he always had with him and later, he was fine." "Oh, God!" "(Sobs) Dear God!" "Watch it, mate." "Is that what I think it is?" "Yeah." "I found it at the College Boathouse hidden up on the roof." "Well, if that is, in fact, Dennis's bag, inside I'd expect to find, amongst other things, a syringe, a vial labelled 'testosterone' or anabolic steroids and some digoxin tablets." "They're derived from the foxglove plant and, if taken regularly, can make things appear yellow." "Used to treat diabetes, epilepsy." "Ah!" "And, in Dennis's case, I suspect it was used to treat heart arrhythmia." "Arrhythmia?" "Yes." "Bit young for heart problems, wasn't he?" "It can happen at any age." "In fact, it's a condition that's often inherited." "But the question is this - why did the digoxin fail to protect him?" "If, in fact, this is digoxin." "Why did you lie about finding your son's bag, Mr Goodman?" "Why?" "Because I was sick and tired of my family being harassed by this lunatic." "Yes, of course, and the fact that no-one would connect you to the missing drugs had nothing to do with it?" "Let me ask you this, Mr Goodman." "How's your heart?" "Lucas, the car." "It was my bag we showed you." "He was taking something." "Dennis." "I'm not sure what." "He never talked about it." "But I remember Dad reminding him once he needed to take it." "But you don't know what exactly?" "No." "I was afraid Dad would make me take it too." "I don't even like rowing." "Dad doesn't wanna hear that." "Lucas, what have you done?" "You can tell me." "I told one of those other boys." "Last month." "School trials." "Right." "Which other boy?" "Oi!" "Boys!" "Oi!" "Stop!" "Ah!" "Ah-ha-ha!" "Alright!" "Alright!" "They can have it back, if they want it that bad." "Get up." "Ah!" "Ah!" "It's only a bloody stopwatch!" "You'd reckon I'd robbed a bloody bank!" "Where's he reckon he's going?" "Move." "Move!" "(Siren walls)" "You know, I used to come here as a boy, to this very spot to watch the rowing." "I loved it, really loved it." "I would just marvel at the freedom of it all." "And you've lost all that now." "One decision." "One decision has the power to change everything." "Come on, son." "When his brother told me he was on something, I didn't believe him." "Not till last month's trials when I saw him trying to hide his bag." "I waited till he went out on the water and then I had a quick look." "That's when I found the testosterone and the digoxin." "Did you know what they were?" "Not at first." "But I did my homework, found out all about them." "The heart pills were one thing." "I could understand that, not wanting anyone to know." "But the testosterone, the steroids," "I mean, it actually makes me feel sick thinking about all the years and all the effort taken from me by a cheat!" "So you swapped the pills." "Yeah." "For slimming tablets that looked much the same." "I knew that when he won the race, he was gonna get thrown in and, without the digoxin, his heart couldn't take it." "Cold water would do the rest, causing his heart to stop." "I wasn't wrong, was I?" "How'd you know they'd win?" "'Cause I let them." "Les never even knew." "What's this?" "That's the stopwatch used for your practice run." "Looking at the time there, I'd say you would've won easily next week." "Maybe." "But why leave that to chance?" "MUNRO:" "You've got some explaining to do, Mr Goodman." "It's all my fault." "If it wasn't for this condition of mine..." ".. Dennis wouldn't have died." "I think there may be other reasons for you to take responsibility, don't you?" "Your son left a trail of damage, I'm afraid to say." "Winning was the only thing that mattered." "Nothing else." "Not the teammates he pushed aside, not the opposition he cheated, not the girlfriend he was unfaithful to." "I'm sorry, Monica, but that's the truth of it." "The young man who did this, what's going to happen to him?" "He'll be charged as a youth." "I hope they hang him." "Monica!" "Jealous and couldn't cope with the fact my boy was better than him." "It's not about being better than anyone." "What kind of a memory am I supposed to have of him now?" "I should've expected this from you." "I asked you for help." "What made me think you could help me?" "You'll just walk away now, never mind the consequences." "You have another boy." "You be kind to him." "A word, Doctor?" "Melbourne's been on the phone asking why my police surgeon appears to have been involved in the pursuit and apprehension of an underage suspect." "I told them it was on my orders and, of course, the boy was not the suspect, but the perpetrator." "You've got a lot of enemies, Lucien." "I'm not one of 'em." "Thank you, Doug." "My wife and daughter are gone." "Before I was called back here, I was sitting in my empty house... .. watching time disappear." "You keep finding answers, maybe I can keep this job a little longer." "So, for my sake, try not to stuff up." "Your father was a good man." "But we all loved your mother." "Lucien, you alright?" "Did you know my mother was friends with Dough Ashby?" "Your father talked about it." "She had a miscarriage when I was two, was diabetic, and I had absolutely no idea." "So much I don't know." "Well, you seem to be managing very well." "Thank you, Jean." "One thing I didn't manage well, Monica Goodman." "I treated her so badly." "That's not really any of my business." "I knew she wasn't the one." "And I raced off halfway around the world before I told her." "In a letter?" "Yes." "I should've told her in person, of course." "I wouldn't like to be treated like that." "Well, somehow I can't imagine you'd ever be treated like that, Jean." "That medicine the boy was supposed to be on, the, er, digoxin." "Yes?" "You mentioned it." "Foxglove." "Derived from Digitalis." "Hm!" "It was right under my nose." "It often is." "I best put the roast on." "Charlie!" "What on earth are you doing?" "You said we were having a roast." "I thought I'd get it ready for you." "And what do you know about roasts?" "I used to help Mum." "I've got brothers." "Oh." "Is that alright, Mrs Beazley?" "Yes." "For now." "Sorry." "I just find it hard, watching you do everything." "Well, it's my job, Charlie, but thank you." "There you go." "Off the table, Mattie." "(General hubbub)" "Who threw the first punch?" "Nathan." "He went straight for Ben." "You weak bastard, Dempster!" "Boys?" "This was our farm, Lucien," "Christopher's and mine. (Whistles)" "That's what get's them moving." "Whistles." "Didn't see much of the world after Christopher died, did you?" "Doc, there's something else I really need to talk to you about." "Give me a moment, Charlie." "Jean!"