The Killings at Parrish Station

So it's been 37 years since the Parrish killings.

Mick?

This happened while he was alive.

The more time you spend with it

and the deeper you go,

the weirder it becomes.

And you have these two cops at the centre of it,

Georgia Cooke and Michael Thorne.

Four dead, one survivor found. Kate Reynolds.

Mum, don't.

It sleepeth in the darkness dead,

with hunger of unended years.

What's Callum Parrish doing funding a radio telescope?

This is my facility.

This is my crime scene.

She's in a mental asylum, guys.

She went fuckin' crazy

and she's been in a mental asylum for 37 years.

Someone's re-creating the murders out at the station,

here in the city.

How about you help me and I help you?

Hey, I wasn't too harsh about

Georgia Cooke and Kate Reynolds, was I?

You were fine.

He's not, um...

He's not gonna take notes or anything.

And he's not gonna speak.

- What happened, Mum? - Hmm?

Why is he here?

Oh, he's observing.

Because there was another incident?

I wanted to access some files.

About the Parrish case?

Yes, about the Parrish case.

But there's no reason they should be denying me.

You seemed to be doing better the last time I came.

I am. I still am, Frank.

How are you? Are you still going to your meetings with, um...

- NA? - Mm-hm.

Yes. It's good.

Do you have a sponsor? I hear it's good to have a sponsor.

Not yet. I'm looking.

I spoke to a social worker the other day.

And, uh, there's an option.

If you look at this.

Petition for Transfer of Custody? What is this?

A magistrate would have to agree,

but there's a chance they would,

and then I could be,

like the form says, transferred

into your custody.

What? What is it?

I just thought we were gonna, you know,

celebrate my birthday.

Not this.

We are. We are, Frank.

I just thought that while you were here,

I might just mention it.

It's just...

I mean, we don't have to make any decisions now. We...

This is not great timing.

I'm getting so close. I know I am.

What are you talking about, Mum?

There was more than one killer.

I'm sure of it.

And if I can just get access to...

Mum.

I...

I can't.

I just can't do this.

Not anymore.

Frankie.

Frank!

Frank.

Have you seen Frankie? Where did Frankie go?

Is she over... here?

Oh!

Is she... here?

No.

- Hey, Poppy? - Yeah?

Have you seen Frankie?

No. No idea.

You know you've got a possum on your back, though.

What? A possum? Get it off!

You still OK to mind her today?

Yeah.

June and I are going out to lunch,

but she can come with us.

You know she gets anxious

with people she doesn't know very well.

Well, she's met June.

OK, righto. I'll cancel.

Hey, have you ever had anything to do with Peter Carrick?

Yeah.

Piss-Your-Pants Pete.

Worked with him in the '60s. Pissed his pants once.

- Mum. - Oh, one second.

I had a conversation with him yesterday.

God, how he got to be Deputy Commissioner, God only knows.

Can we build my Christmas present?

Yes, but not right now. I'm on my way out.

Hey, what were you talking to him about, love?

Oh, I had an... altercation with Callum Parrish.

- Callum Parrish? - When, though?

- The son? - Maybe tonight, sweetie.

Yeah, the son.

Not doing anything stupid, are you, love?

I mean, these people, they don't muck around.

Why can't we do it now?

Because I've got to go to work, sweetie.

You ever dealt with the Parrishes?

No.

No, but, hey, just be careful whose nose you're getting up.

- Always. - Mum.

Frankie, we're going to make that tonight.

Are you going to talk to the lady today?

Maybe. Is that OK?

There's something wrong with her.

What's wrong with her?

She's got a dead thing in her.

It's dead, but it's growing.

Kate, I'm Dr Machen.

If you prefer, you can call me Bob.

Can I call you Kate,

or... or would you prefer Dr Reynolds?

K... Kate's fine.

This belonged to my father. Would you like to see it?

The police think I killed them, don't they?

I'm not from the police.

I'm a clinical psychologist.

You're here to assess me?

I'm here to talk to you.

Georgia, that thing that sleeps in the darkness,

what Kate Reynolds said, you thought it was a quote?

I found it. I called some booksellers.

A lot of booksellers. About 20 booksellers.

- It's from a book? - Yeah. Old.

'Llangnall Tower'. About 1880s or so. This guy has it.

I'm on the task force. Did you know that?

Yeah, I put you up for it.

Really? Thank you.

That means a lot, both professionally and personally.

Don't make it weird.

Until we know more,

I don't want anyone talking to the press, yeah?

And when I say that,

I do worry that you haven't heard me correctly,

so let me rephrase it - don't talk to the fucking press.

It's from a book.

I've had already four of the major news outlets

from around the country call me this morning.

It's been a real who's who of who's a cock.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Something you want to share with the class?

We can press on? Alright.

Time for good news, bad news with Forensics.

Over to you, Wendy.

OK. Um...

So we're doing some tox screens

to see if there's any evidence of poisoning

from the old uranium mine tailings.

No results yet.

But we have located Paul Edgars's fingers.

So that is all body parts

of all victims accounted for.

No applause?

Alright.

They were in the stomach of Simon Lim,

our autopsied man.

Kate Reynolds made him eat Paul Edgars's fingers?

I'm sorry, are we ruling out any other suspects?

I mean, are we entirely convinced it was Reynolds?

We remain suspicious of the blood-covered woman

that attacked you with a hammer yesterday, yeah.

Call it an old copper's hunch.

She's with the shrink now.

Until we get that psych report back,

Reynolds is off-limits.

So, meantime, I want background.

Both parents are dead, no siblings.

So that leaves ex-boyfriends,

uni mates, third cousins.

I don't care. We're building a picture of this woman.

Now, Cooke, Mick,

I've got the fella from the university coming out today.

I want you two to talk to him about Reynolds.

Just see what you can see.

- Wend, you done? - Yep.

Alright, you've got a lot to get on with.

That's me telling you to fuck off and do it.

So yesterday, you... you had what we call a panic attack.

- Is that right? - It wasn't a panic attack.

Y-yes, I was panicked, but that's because I...

I feel better now.

Hmm.

I'm gonna say something that might sound obvious. Um...

Our brains are very good at alerting us to danger.

What they're not so great at is

knowing when the danger has passed.

It lingers, that feeling.