"OK, guys, this is it." "Let me do the talking, OK?" "Better if it comes from a resident." "How many times?" "Get off the fairway!" "Come on, guys." "Don't make us call the police." "They're on their way." "So I suggest you idiots get off my course!" "Idiots?" "Need to look it up, do you?" "Mark..." "Keith, come on." "Let's just let the police deal with this, OK?" "I'm pressing charges this time." "Day three, eh?" "It's not a native title case." "We just want to be able to walk them across the course, Mark." "It is private property." "Oh, you sound like him." "It's council land through here." "I know it, they know it, and so does he." "Cops are here." "I want them all charged." "Especially... her!" "Get off me!" "Aarrgh!" "Get off me!" "Tiger Woods once shot a bogey on this course." "Which I think you'll agree is excellent marksmanship." "Have you told her yet?" "No, no." "We'll tell her later." "Tell her later." "Hi, darling." "Oh, I thought you said no-one was going to be home." "No, no-one's home." "We've got... we've got a key." "Charlie..." "Ah." "I'll take the lead on this one." "Are you ready?" "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure." "I learnt from the master." "Oh!" "Who the hell are you?" "Uh, we're the cleaners." "Mrs Skinner?" "Ah, yes." "I'm Nicola." "Jacqui." "I'm Charles Buchanan and this is Nicola, who you've just met." "And this is Jess, our niece, who is helping out today." "The police have told us about the situation, and we're very sorry for your loss." "You're sorry for my loss." "The police are sorry for my loss, the lawyers, the bank." "Everyone's sorry for my loss." "Oh..." "I'm sorry for my loss too." "I shouldn't take it out on you." "No, no, no." "Look, it's fine." "It's a particularly empty expression and I apologise for using it." "It's just, when I think about that thing that..." "Would you like us to come back another time?" "Later?" "No." "No, now's as good a time as there can be." "I'll be a few hours." "Did Detective Vinetti give you our spare key?" "Yes, yes, I have your key." "Look at this place." "What was that about a "thing"?" "Um, I think I will do upstairs, and you and Jess can do downstairs here, yeah?" "This was a stabbing, wasn't it?" "No-one said anything about a thing." "Was this a dog attack?" "It was a dog attack." "Charlie." "Peter." "Jess." "Peter, was this a dog attack?" "Really?" "You told her, didn't you?" "I told you she'd be upset." "I knew she'd be upset." "I didn't tell her." "She worked it out for herself." "Can you tell me what happened, please?" "Exactly." "Truth." "Uh, someone let it loose in the house." "It attacked Keith Skinner." "He tried to take refuge in here." "When that didn't work, he ran upstairs to the bedroom, and that was it." "Oh, the poor man must have been petrified." "Nic, you don't have to do this." "No, no, I'm fine." "I'm fine." "I just, um..." "I want to put this place right, so..." "So it's a phobia, or...?" "Yeah, cynophobia." "Well, it's a fear." "Well, it's an abnormal fear, so it's a phobia." "No, a rational fear." "Where does it come from?" "Did a dog attack you...?" "Jess, I don't want to talk about it." "I don't want that image in my..." "Now that image is in my head." "Alright, I was seven." "It was my birthday and we were in the park with my friends having a party." "And... a big Doberman got free and he got Chrissie by the face." "Oh, my God!" "Well, Chrissie's a doll." "When you're seven, you don't think of them as dolls." "She had hair that grew." "I'm sorry." "Dog attacks are very rare, Nic, considering how many dogs there are." "Dogs don't have a conscience." "You can't reason with them and you certainly can't trust them." "And if you need any more proof, go upstairs and take another look at that carpet." "So, what are you doing back here anyway?" "Oh, the victim was in dispute with some of the local dog owners." "He'd banned them from walking them on the course." "OK, so you're testing the dogs in the area" " DNA, hair..." "Forensics are running some tests, yes." "OK, well, you're looking for a large, short-haired dog." "Dark." "Mastiff, Doberman, maybe a Rottweiler." "You were in there for 10 seconds, Charlie." "Check the council register for dangerous animals." "Yeah, we're doing that..." "And you're checking door-to-door?" "Actually, no." "No, we're..." "Testing facility's at the vet's." "Yeah, that's a good idea." "That's a good idea." "Good luck." "Hey." "Hey." "It was Peter's idea to protect you." "And I should have known better." "Well, for better or for worse." "That's what we agreed." "We did." "I remember." "I remember agreeing that." "That's wrong." "No, no, it's right." "I recall those beautiful words." "No, see, this..." "this picture's been moved." "OK, no, hang on." "I'm really good at this." "Uh... is it 'cause of the dust?" "No." "Faded reds and blues because of the sun?" "No, each picture's in front of its corresponding trophy." "Should be... there." "Oh, yeah, nice one." "Yeah." "So Keith ran in here and then up the stairs." "Is that right?" "Mm-hm." "Why didn't he run outside?" "So, you're about to get attacked by a dog, and instead of coming out here where you've got a chance of getting away, you go upstairs to an effective dead end." "Yeah, no, I agree with you." "It doesn't make any sense." "Yeah, I think Peter's wrong." "I think he's more than wrong." "He's the Mayor of Wrongtown." "Wrongtown?" "Yeah, sure, sure." "We should pop back inside." "Agh!" "It's OK, it's OK." "Duh-duh-duh-duh." "Pop back in." "Close the door, close the door." "Back in the house." "That's it." "That's it, good." "I'll look after it." "I don't think this is the one." "What's happened?" "Oh, just a..." "Just a little dog." "It's just a dog out there." "Is that...?" "Oh, are you OK?" "Yeah, yeah." "It's not a big one." "It's a little one." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Why did Keith Skinner not run outside?" "You know, I think that..." "that someone was with the dog." "You know, they had it on a lead." "Honey..." "And they used it to menace Skinner up the stairs before they let it go." "I think we should get to work because I have a lecture at 3:30." "Absolutely, absolutely." "You do downstairs and I'll help Nic upstairs." " Who's he?" " Hi." "Hello." "Jacqui around?" "No, she's going to be a few hours." "Oh, OK." "I'm Mark Boydell." "Thanks for the work you're doing." "Really appreciate it." "Oh, it's what we do." "And be sure to send the bill to me care of the club." "I don't want Jacqui to have to worry about it." "Keith Skinner and I were partners." "Why don't you pop down to the club for a drink after you're done?" "Um, but it's collared shirts." "So I'll leave some polo shirts at reception for you." "Thank you." "Extra large, two mediums." "OK." "Polo shirts?" "The golf club." "Don't you think he should be handing out plus-fours?" "Can't believe he thinks I'm a medium." "Is this unflattering?" "No, no, you look great." "You look great." "Thank you." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hello." "Hey, this is not a footpath, OK?" " You're not supposed to be here." " Oh." "Mark Boydell said we could come up." "Not across the fairway, he didn't." "Oh, right." "Right." "Nice turf, though." "Thanks." "What is it?" "Bent grass?" "Yeah." "Penn A or G?" "A4." "A4." "Yeah." "Do you play?" "Uh, no." "I mean, I play miniature golf." "We... often, we do it." "No, no, we're here on a job." "We're trauma cleaners." "We've just come over from the Skinner house." "Wow, right." "How bad was it in there?" "Well..." "Well... pretty bad." "A man lost his life." "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course." "We're just looking for an injured animal." "Possum or maybe a rabbit or a fox." "Celeste's from the vet's." "Have you seen anything?" "No." "No, no, no." "If you see anything, then..." "Oh, absolutely." "If we do, we'll let you know." "Sure thing." "Cheers." "And do me a favour." "Don't walk on the fairways." "Absolutely." "Oh, sorry." "Just take the path." "Right." "Good-o." "OK, thank you." "What colour would you call this anyway?" "Um..." "Off salmon, isn't it?" "Nice." "Nice, yes." "Very nice." "Very pleasant." "Very pleasant." "Interesting couple." "Yeah." "They want $26 for a sandwich." "Ah, it's the Greg Norman special." "You'll probably choke just before the finish." "What about the John Daly chipolata?" "Very nice." "Hi." "Hello." "How are you?" "I'm Eve." "Eve." "New members?" "No, we're just visiting." "Oh." "Well, if you are thinking of becoming new members, you might be interested in joining our action group." "Are you dog lovers?" "Eve..." "You're not trying to ensnare our guests in your little web of intrigue, are you?" "This whole thing has gotten out of hand, Mark." "The police are going to DNA all our dogs." "I got a summons." "The only way my Roddy could kill anyone is by... slobbering them to death." "Well, saliva is very acidic." "Um, we did hear that there was trouble with the dog owners and..." "We're happy to sort that out, aren't we, Mark?" "Now that Keith's gone, we're going to see some changes around there." "We don't need to bother our friends with that." "Anyway..." "I just wanted to say welcome." "Oh, thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Enjoy your afternoon." "Thank you, Mark." "The only person that seems to care that Keith Skinner is dead is Mrs Skinner." "And killing someone by setting a dog on them - it's such a personal, nasty way to do it." "Whoever it was wanted to see the fear." "Yeah, you'd have to be insane in the membrane to do that over a dog-walking issue." "Insane in the membrane?" "I did three semesters of psychology." "I feel qualified to say that." "Why would you choose off salmon as a colour?" "That's another very good question." "Why would you?" "Who's that?" "Is that Eve Blake?" "Where?" "She's got something." "Eve!" "Eve..." "What's she doing?" "Well, she's being impulsive, which is one of the reasons I married her." "Come on, let's go." "Nic!" "Get her, Charlie!" "She's nimble." "I'm onto it." "Agh!" "Eve!" "Ow!" "Let go." "Let go." "Ooh!" "Charlie?" "What's this?" "I am such an idiot." "I don't know what I was thinking." "No, no." "Look, I'm sorry." "Although I think golf would be a lot more interesting if they introduced tackling." "These pictures were in Keith Skinner's house." "How did you get them?" "I didn't steal them." "I'd never steal from Jacqui." "They were in his house." "No, not when I found them." "They were out with the rubbish." "In a box by the b... bin." "It's so embarrassing." "Caught scrounging." "In between the mortgage and the club fees," "I don't have a cent to buy anything nice, and people throw expensive stuff away." "So you took these for the..." "That frame is silver." "So is that one." "The money's nothing to them." "I knew she'd chuck them." "How did you know that?" "Uh, because they were his." "Oh, everyone knew what he got up to." "Really." "Did Jacqui know?" "Heard her talking to Mark Boydell about it once at the club bar." "She was heartbroken." "Do you remember what she said?" "Oh, well, they shut up when they realised I could hear them." "But she was in tears." "Mark was consoling her." "So... you going to turn me in or what?" "Oh, well, look, I've only got half a law degree, but given the pictures weren't actually in the bin, I think you're OK." "I'd like to keep this one, if you don't mind." "You can have the frame." "Just the picture." "Oh, yeah, yeah, sure." "Sure." "Hey, um, listen." "Uh, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell..." "Oh, no, we never saw you." "Did we?" "No." "No, absolutely." "Don't know who you're talking about." "Oh..." "Why would you move one photo and not the other?" "What do you say we do a 'good cop, bad cop' on Jacqui Skinner?" "Well, I'd love to, darling, but I've got this to finish and then I've got to autoclave the biowaste harvest." "Come on." "It'll be fun." "It's been a month." "It'll corrode." "It's never the same." "Bye-bye, darling." "Bye, sweetie." "Grab your coat." "No, I'm not autoclaving or whatever it was." "Neither am I. Neither am I." "Well, what are we doing?" "That's a secret." "It's not one of those secrets where I end up dressing like a cowgirl and selling raffle tickets door-to-door, is it?" "What are you complaining about?" "Alan got his new wheelchair, didn't he?" "Come on, Daria." "Oh, look at you." "Too gorgeous." "We'll only have her for a minute." "Won't be long." "Hello." "Sorry to interrupt." "Excuse me just one moment." "Oh, hello." "Hello again." "Hi." "You recall that we met yesterday on the golf course, kind of..." "Not really." "Did you get a compulsory attendance order?" "Uh, no." "No, no, no, no, no." "No, we didn't." "We don't even have a dog." "We are thinking of getting one, though, aren't we?" "Jess wants a dog and we're looking into it." "But we really wanted to speak to the vet." "He's very busy." "Right." "Right." "Well, I'm sort of keen to get some information about attack dogs." "What about them?" "Um, well, is there a breeder or a training facility in the area?" "Why do you want to know?" "Um, well, we're want to know..." "We're concerned." "We're concerned a lot." "Yeah, really concerned." "'Cause dogs are getting this bad name." "And we write up reports on the scenes we clean." "Yeah, we're trauma cleaners and we do a lot of paperwork." "Yeah, so, we just want to assure people that this was a once-off, you know?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "An anomaly." "You know?" "We're big fans of the animal kingdom." "And dogs are right up there." "We love them." "Well, there is a security company." "They use attack dogs." "The guy, Robin... something, he brings his dogs here." "OK, good." "And where is that?" "I can give you the address, but then you'll have to go." "We are slammed." "No, no, that's fine." "Thank you very much indeed." "You really picked up the ball and ran with it in there." "If I knew anything about sport, I'd compare you with somebody." "Well, thank you very much." "Well, thank YOU very much." "Don't worry, love." "He's not as mean as he looks." "Sit." "Oh, he's not mean at all." "He's a lovely dog." "He's a lovely dog." "Oh, oh, yes, aren't you?" "He's a lovely boy." "What is your name?" "Bruno." "Bruno." "Hello, Bruno." "Bruno, shake." "Shake, Bruno." "What a good dog." "What a brainy dog." "He's very smart, isn't he?" "Do you know, the Rottweiler brain is 14% larger than the average dog's?" "Is that right?" "I didn't know that." "Mmm." "So, are you here for the DNA test?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." ""Be here, this time." Doesn't matter if you have to work." "Tattoo parlour?" "Right?" "Charlie..." "No, no, no." "I didn't mean it pejoratively." "He's got ink on his fingers, so I knew." "I'm right, though, aren't I?" "Clever." "Cop, are you?" "No, no, no, I..." "It's my curse." "I notice things." "That design there, for example." "That's from the Sanskrit alphabet." "And that spider's web on your left elbow means you've been in prison." "Oh, my God, Charlie." "No worries." "No worries." "Yeah, you're right." "A while ago now." "You?" "Me?" "Um..." "One night in the Hobart watch-house." "Too much scrumpy." "Hardly a hardened criminal." "Yes." "We have to go." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I have to make the cheese and onion dip for book club." "Yeah?" "What are you reading?" "'The Sense of an Ending' by Julian Barnes." "Yeah, great book, yeah." "I'm a big reader." "Are you?" "That's very interesting." ""Hey, scary man from prison." ""Come to our book club." "Have some cheese and onion dip."" "That's a good impression." "That was me, wasn't it?" "Uncanny." "Are you from the papers?" "Uh, yes, yes, we are." "Sorry." "Yeah, we are, yeah." "You're the journalist." "Charles Buchanan, in charge of pictorials." "Our cub reporter." "Yes, Jess Winter... spoon." "What paper are you from?" "'Herald Sun'." "'Sydney Morning Herald'." "Oh, yeah?" "I like the 'Herald'." "Good." "This is online." "Eh?" "Sorry." "She does the blog." "And this dog attack got you thinking, didn't it, Winterspoon?" "Mmm." "Absolutely." "Mm-hm." "Sure." "So I thought I'd write a piece on attack dogs and stuff." "It's not gonna be one of those ones where you're friendly to my face and then end up calling me a breeder of killers?" "Well, are you a breeder of killers?" "Let me show you something." "Sit." "Meet King." "Hello, Your Majesty." "Now, King's a security dog, right?" "Mm-hm." "Raised him from a pup." "Trained him myself." "This dog's obedient." "And he's safe." "He'll eat off your hand." "Doesn't look very safe." "He's supposed to scare you." "That's the whole point." "But he could kill, couldn't he, if you gave him the right command?" "You know, Chuck, I reckon this could be a feature." "Can you show us what he can do?" "So, what pressure resistance are we talking about here?" "Mustard!" "Nice doggie." "Argh!" "Oh, God!" "Arggh!" "Nice doggie." "And you see how he backed off once you were down?" "Job done." "Once you stopped resisting, he stopped attacking." "Yeah, but what if you'd given him the 'kill' command." "His job is to bring you down." "They're trained to subdue." "That's all." "Once I gave him the 'pickle' command, he released." "Just as he's trained to do." "So in your opinion, the dog that attacked Mr Skinner in his home..." "Most likely a fighting dog." "Or some poor animal trained by God knows who, beaten, starved." "It's criminal." "They should lock those owners up and throw away the key." "Are you going to take any pictures?" "No, no, no, no, no." "It's all up here." "Well, we should skedaddle." "Yes." "Absolutely." "Well, thank you." "I think we have everything." "Anyway, if you want to know anything else..." "Thank you. "Robin Boydell."" "You're no relation to Mark Boydell who runs the golf course, are you?" "Yeah." "He's my cousin." "Is he?" "Hey, Fizzy." "Breaking news." "Golf club president Mark Boydell has a cousin who runs a security firm which..." "Are you sitting down?" "Mmm, I am." "Specialises in attack dogs." "Ah, funny you should mention Mark, because he's just snuck into Jacqui Skinner's house." "Really?" "Mmm, looking very furtive." "I think something's going on." "Could go to motive." "You think he might be having an affair with her?" "I don't think." "I know." "Do you want anything from the shops?" "Dip." "Wow!" "Really?" "Exactly like that." "Jacqui Skinner and Mark Boydell." "You sure about the tongue?" "I may have been improvising." "Well done." "So, Mark and Jacqui are having an affair." "Maybe they plot together to get rid of the husband." "Love affair births a conspiracy to murder." "It's a bestseller." "And with Mark's deaf cousin involved." "Name?" "Robin." "Robin." "Did Robin agree to use one of his attack dogs to kill Keith Skinner?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "The dog-walking business, that's just irrelevant." "Just throws everybody off the scent." "And Jacqui would inherit half the golf club as part of her husband's estate." "Yeah, she would, wouldn't she?" "She would indeed." "Charlie, what's going on?" "Why are you helping me get ready for book club?" "You hate book club." "No, no." "No, I don't hate book club at all." "You're usually in the shed by now, welding." "Or yodelling." "No." "I thought I'd join in tonight." "Because, you know, because I skimmed 'The End of a Sensing' by Julian Barnes, and I..." "I enjoyed it." "Very much." "I did." "Nic!" "Charlie!" "Charlie!" "Charlie..." "Nic!" "He's really friendly." "Hi, Duane." "That was Nicola." "Should I go?" "No." "No, no, no, no, no." "Just..." "No, just one minute." "Nic?" "Sorry, darling." "Look, I'm sorry." "I met him at the vet's." "I thought he'd be interesting to have as a guest at the book club." "It was a surprise." "I didn't know he'd bring his dog." "He DID bring his dog, Charlie, and now, if you met him at the vet, that means the dog's a suspect and he's a suspect." "And now they're in our house." "Outside the house." "Honey, I take your point unreservedly." "Absolutely." "OK, so, the dog's chained up outside and he can't get in." "You see?" "Everyone's here." "So I think that Duane guy needs rescuing." "Yeah, OK." "Whenever you're ready, OK?" "Sorry, darling." "Ah!" "Sarsaparilla." "What did you think about the prose?" "Wasn't it like silk?" "Oh, yeah, it's a good read." "Yeah, I liked what Adrian said in the letter that the... it's the thinking person's philosophical duty to examine the nature of his life and then may choose to renounce it." "So tragic." "There's a romanticism about the whole thing, don't you think?" "Janine, would you like some dip?" "I'm on a diet, Charlie." "You know that." "Absolutely." "Duane?" "No, thanks." "I'll have some." "Oh, no worries, Alan." "There you go." "Go for your life." "Is... is Bruno OK, chained up... outside?" "Should be, yeah." "As long as he knows where I am, he doesn't mind being outside." "Oh, isn't that gorgeous?" "He's faithful to you." "And he's a good guard dog, is he?" "Yeah, great." "Now..." "Barnes's themes - infidelity and revenge." "Discuss." "Ooh, well, very popular themes at the moment." "Yes." "Yes." "So true." "There's the... that couple at the golf club, isn't there?" "Adulterer, was he - the victim?" "Apparently the wife too." "Mmm..." "Jenny?" "Jacqui." "Jacqui." "Skinner." "Jacqui Skinner." "Apparently, she's on with the husband's business partner." "I wouldn't know." "I don't live there." "Just walk Bruno across the course." "Got no reason to listen to gossip." "Using a dog to kill a man - it's very dramatic." "I love it." "Maybe an ex-military dog sent in by the lover?" "You have to keep a dog's military training up or they lose their skill in around 30 days." "I've heard." "I thought that in the book, infidelity was part of the plot, but the theme was regret." "That is SO insightful." "Well, thanks very much." "Oh, Nicola wants to say bye-bye." "Yeah, thanks for coming." "Thanks for the invite." "Sorry about Bruno." "No, no, no, no, no." "It's my fault entirely." "My fault entirely." "Goodnight, Bruno." "Yeah, goodnight, Bruno." "No hard feelings." "Shake." "Shake." "Good boy!" "There's a good boy." "OK." "Cheers, Bruno." "Thanks, Duane." "See you." "See you." "See you." "You coming in?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Right behind you, Jess." "Hey, Alan liked that dip, didn't he?" "Mmm." "G'day, Charlie." "Hi, Duane." "How are you?" "Uh... now not a good time?" "'Cause I can pop back later on." "No, you're right, mate." "Yeah?" "Great." "You want a green tea, or something?" "Uh, yeah, yeah." "That'd be lovely." "Thank you." "Oh, hi." "OK." "Uh, there's something I'm not supposed to tell you." "What?" "But..." "I think Charlie's doing something stupid." "What kind of stupid?" "Well, he said he'd be home at lunchtime." "It's about dogs, isn't it?" "Or it's a particular dog, yeah?" "What?" "A dog that's been here?" "Bruno?" "He's gone to see Duane?" "Where's the address?" "How does she do that?" "You can play mum." "Oh, thank you." "I know about Bruno." "Or shall I say the Brunos?" "You're losing me." "Am I?" "OK, you're left-handed." "I'm right-handed." "Same thing with dogs." "When I shook with Bruno at the vet's, he offered me his left paw." "When we shook outside my place last night, he gave me his right." "They're two different dogs, Duane." "The dog you took to the vet, that wasn't Bruno." "Was it?" "And I suspect the reason for that is because Bruno killed Keith Skinner." "So, what happens if you're right?" "Well, that depends... on whether you knew." "Or whether you found out later." "I really wish you hadn't figured that out, Charlie." "Hello." "I'm not here at the moment - or am I?" "Leave a message anyway." "Well, that was Eve Blake's dog you took to the vet for the DNA test, wasn't it?" "I told her that Bruno would be in the cops' sights." "Given his history." "Hmm." "She agreed to help, no questions asked." "How did he get out?" "I don't know." "Can't stand strangers when I'm not around." "When I came home..." "he was soaking wet." "Lots of blood." "His head was covered in blood." "I heard about Keith Skinner the next day." "Has Bruno ever done anything like...?" "Has he ever attacked anybody before?" "No, never." "Not since he's been with me." "When I found him... he was suffering from malnutrition and he'd been badly treated." "And if you looked sideways at him, you know, he'd just tear into you." "It reminded me of someone." "OK, so not since you've owned him." "Never so much as a growl." "And he's never got out neither." "You know, maybe Skinner did something." "Maybe." "Duane, you have to tell the police." "Look, Charlie... he's my best mate." "I can't turn him in." "They'll put him down." "Charlie?" "Charlie, are you in there?" "The police are on their way." "They'll hold the dog at vet surgery until the paperwork is done, but it will be destroyed." "Are you OK?" "Mm-hm." "I am so sorry I didn't tell you." "I didn't want you to worry." "What if he'd set the dog on you?" "Well, he..." "Well, he didn't, did he?" "Well, at least it can't kill anyone else now." "Yeah, there's no justice in putting that dog down." "Bruno was a weapon and somebody pulled the trigger." "So, who pulled the trigger?" "Well, it wasn't Duane, 'cause whoever took him to the golf course that night ultimately lost control of him." "How would you like to be my caddie?" "Golf course." "Sorry it's not to scale." "Skinner's place." "Water hazard." "Humpback whale is Bruno." "This is the most direct route from Skinner's place to Duane's place." "Nice sand trap, sweetie." "Thanks, darling." "Now, Duane said that when Bruno got home he was wet." "Ah, Bruno swam across the water hazard." "That's what I'm thinking." "Now, whoever took Bruno to Skinner's place lost control of him." "And when he was free..." "He made a beeline for home." "He was confused." "He knew he'd done wrong." "He just wanted to get home." "Oh, poor humpback whale." "Well, they're almost extinct." "This model's terrific, Charlie," "But let's test this theory out in the field." "That's... that's not sugar." "I don't know what I'm looking for." "You're in good company, 'cause we don't either." "Anything that doesn't fit here might complete the picture somewhere else." "You know, Bruno was running across here to get back home." "I wonder if somebody was running after him to bring him back." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Oh, look at this thread of the green's out of whack with the rest of the turf." "Oh, yeah." "You're right." "Hey!" "Turf lovers or not, get off the course or I'll call security." "You guys move around the holes to keep the golfers on their toes?" "Yeah." "Now, if you wouldn't mind..." "Yeah." "This is fresh." "When did you move it?" "Um..." "Wednesday late, I started." "And finished it on Thursday morning." "Well, Skinner died Wednesday night." "Hey, wait a minute..." "Hang on, hang on, hang on." "So that means there were two holes here on this green the night that Skinner died." "That's got nothing to do with me." "No, no, no, no, no." "Of course not." "And you won't mind digging it up for us." "Well, no, 'cause we've got a tournament this weekend." "I've got to let the turf settle." "We could always call the police." "We could." "Yeah, yeah." "What's their number again?" "Oh, double 0 something." "Thank you." "Oh, OK." "Here we go." "It's like digging for treasure." "You don't know what it's gonna be, but you know it's gonna be great." "Ah, ha ha ha." "There we go." "Look at that." "Shouldn't you wash that under a tap?" "Nah." "Oh, God." "I know where we're going." "No, you don't have to go." "No, I do." "I totally have to know." "Shivering." "Night sweats." "Manifests itself in hives." "And, anyway, we thought the best way to deal with Nicola's phobia would be..." "It's more a fear." "A rational fear." "We thought the best way to deal with Nicola's rational fear would be exposure therapy to desensitise her - a process which, in the right hands, can work wonders." "Are you a psychologist?" "Three semesters." "OK." "Thank you." "Come on through." "Alright, come on, darling." "Yes, this way." "It's OK." "Now, it doesn't have to be a big dog, but that may help." "Yeah?" "This one here?" "Yeah." "Uh..." "Uh, duk-a-dun-dun." "What about this one over here?" "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea." "He's a bit vicious." "Great." "You ready?" "Here we go." "That's enough." "I'm going to have to ask you to get out of here." "Darling, it's... it's fine." "It's in the cage." "Shush, shush." "Out!" "Yeah, yeah, we're... we're going." "OK." "Thank you very much." "OK, so, whoever stole Bruno and took him to Keith Skinner's house dropped the whistle in the hole in the golf green knowing it was going to be buried." "OK, who would know about the hole?" "Mark - co-owned the golf course." "Roy - dug the hole." "Jacqui - lives across the fairway." "OK, well, how would whoever it was know that a whistle would drive Bruno bananas?" "Duane's the only one with a history with Bruno." "No, it's not Duane." "Yeah, I know, no motive." "You've talked me around." "OK, let's mind-meld." "Mmm, great." "Keith Skinner's first confronted at the door by Bruno." "He's bitten." "He goes into the piano room." "He's forced into the piano room." "Forced into the piano room, yes." "This picture's the motive." "Whoever it was, it was important to them they go into that piano room." "Because of the photo." "Yeah, he was being toyed with." ""This is happening to you, Keith Skinner, because..."" "Because..." "Oh, Charlie." "The photographer's number." "Worth a call." "Worth a call." "So, do you remember this photo?" "Yes, of course I remember it." "We rang the photographer and he said both you and Keith requested copies." "It was Keith's first major win." "Do you remember anything about that day?" "About the tournament?" "Anything at all." "No." "We opened a bottle or two, and that's about it." "There's got to be something about this photo." "The composition's a bit unbalanced." "Maybe it's been cropped to fit a frame." "Yeah, the original's in the corridor." "Keith really hated this photo." "Too much focus on the crowd." "Not enough focus on him and his trophy." "There's a smiling face I recognise." "It's the vet nurse, Celeste, isn't it?" "How long ago was this photo taken?" "Oh, 15 years ago." "Can't be her." "No." "She's a dead ringer." "I remember her." "She, uh, caused quite a scene that day." "Had to call the police." "What kind of scene are we talking about?" "Oh, she said that she and Keith had been involved." "Really?" "Yeah." "Everyone thought she was a nutter, but she had some real problems." "He had a reputation, though, didn't he?" "Well, I don't want to speak ill of the dead." "Might help us work out who wanted him dead." "The woman in the photo, she took her own life not long after that was taken." "Leaving behind a little girl to fend for herself." "It's her mother." "So, I guess the day that Celeste was looking for that injured animal on the golf course, she was really checking that the whistle was still buried." "That's our friend, Duane." "Hmm?" "Oh!" "I bet you he's here to break Bruno out." "No, no." "No, no, Charlie." "I can't go in there." "You don't have to." "You stay here." "I don't want you going in there either." "I'm just going to see if he's doing anything stupid." "Celeste might be in there." "They might be in on this together." "Look, five minutes, alright?" "Peter will be here soon." "I'll be in, I'll be out." "No, wait..." "Wait... wait for Peter." "You complete me." "What?" "Charlie!" "Don't do the kiss and run away thing." "I don't want that to be a thing that we do." "OK." "Alright." "I'm OK, you're OK, they're all in cages." "Mmm." "OK." "OK, mate?" "Hello!" "Come here, come here, come here.." "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." "Come here." "Duane, trust me." "That's not a good idea." "Charlie?" "What are you doing here?" "Celeste is the one that wanted Keith Skinner dead." "What?" "Celeste is the one that took Bruno." "W-what are you talking about?" "No, mate, you've got the wrong end of the stick." "Celeste is helping me get Bruno back." "Of course." "I'm not going to do anything to hurt an animal." "We know all about your mother, Celeste." "It must have been awful being left on your own like that." "Wh..." "Uh, this has got nothing to do with my mother." "I don't even know Skinner." "Yeah, but you know Bruno." "You know he was a guard dog." "You know he'd been mistreated." "Duane told you." "You told her, didn't you?" "You used him?" "The police are on their way." "You should be ashamed of yourself." "You... you don't understand." "He was scum." "Ask anyone." "And he didn't even care what he'd done." "He didn't care what I'd been through." "We understand." "Don't we, Charlie?" "We do." "We do." "No, you don't." "No-one does." "No, no, no!" "Bruno!" "Bruno, calm down!" "Bruno, calm down." "Bruno!" "Bruno, away!" "Bruno, wait!" "Heel!" "That means 'park'!" "That's not helpful." "No!" "Bruno!" "No!" "It's OK." "It's OK." "It's OK?" "Hey?" "You're a good boy." "You're a good boy, yeah." "Hey, that's OK." "It's not your fault, is it, eh?" "It's not your fault." "You're a good boy." "You calm down now." "Didn't have time to get far." "Amazing, Nic - going in there, figuring all this out." "What?" "No, no." "It's Charlie you should be thanking." "Are you kidding me?" "You were fantastic, the way you went in there." "No, you were fantastic." "No, you were fantastic." "No, you were." "You were fantastic." "Alright, I was fantastic." "So, Peter" " Bruno." "Is that it for him?" "There's nothing we can do." "He's a killer." "We'll have to have him put down." "Where is he?" "Did you...?" "No, he's over there, isn't he?" "Over here?" "I found this one too bloodthirsty, Nicola." "I mean, who wants to know what motivates criminals?" "What did happen to your friend, Charlie?" "The one with the dog and the spider web tattoo." "Yes, is he coming back to book club?" "He was... very stimulating." "What did happen to him, Charlie?" "Don't know." "Don't know the answer to that one." "I'll get some more tea." "Thanks, darling." "Do you have an address?" "Hmm?" "Well, there was talk that he opened a BB in Gympie." "Gympie?"