Rosemary: Darling?

I'm home.

Meg: Mum, you're back.

Jack: Rosemary.

Rosemary: So he hasn't told you.

Joan: Told me what?

Rosemary: He left me at the altar.

Jack: Rosie was better off without me.

So I bailed.

Joan: Watch out!

Jack: I went off with Diesel, you know, to the back of beyond.

Joan: Hello?

Jack: Are you trying to finish me off?

Till some mad Englishwoman crashed into me.

Rebecca: Face it, Mum, we are never going to know why Dad lied about being in Australia.

Joan: Oh, yes, we will.

If I have anything to do with it.

Rebecca: Will you please come home, Mum?

Whatever you're looking for out there, it's not gonna bring Dad back.

Joan: I need to find out what he was hiding from me.

Jack: Hey!

[ Joan laughs ] Rebecca: Mum?

Joan: Rebecca!

What are you doing here?

I'm not ready to tell her about it, not yet.

She adored her father.

Now he's a murderer.

[ Upbeat music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ What are you looking at?

Rebecca: Oh, I was just asking Jack about himself.

No fixed address.

A couple of ex-wives.

Joan: 2.5, to be precise.

Rebecca: 2.5?

Joan: Mm-hmm.

Well, this is why she's a good GP.

Very scientific mind.

Likes to know all the facts.

Jack: Like her mum.

Rebecca: So you're one of those Jack Kerouac, "On the Road" kind of guy.

Jack: You lost me.

Who's Jack Kerouac?

Rebecca: Wow.

I am melting.

Oh!

Joan: There's an ice pack in the freezer.

Rebecca: Well, all I can say is thank heavens for Find My Phone.

I would never have found you otherwise.

Jack: You enjoying the third degree?

Joan: I am, actually.

Do you ever miss being settled in one place?

Jack: You mean like now?

[ Both chuckle ] Joan: Feels like London was a lifetime away.

How can that happen in just a few months?

Jack: Well, that's life on the road for you.

Rebecca: Oh, sweet relief!

Joan: Oh, try it on the back of the neck.

Rebecca: Oh, right.

Oh, great.

So, Osprey Falls, what do we know?

Jack: Well, not much.

The trail that your dad left goes cold after that.

Rebecca: So no idea what we'll find or what the daft idiot was up to?

[ Suspenseful music plays ] Joan: No.

Hello!

Hello!

Jack: Who are you talking to?

Joan: That little girl.

Didn't you see her?

Jack: What little girl?

Joan: Hello?

Rebecca: Mum.

Joan: Hey.

Jack: You stay there.

Joan: Hello.

Hello, little girl?

Hello?

She was all alone.

Rebecca: What did she look like?

Joan: Oh, extraordinary.

She had red hair and a white dress.

We can't leave her out here.

Rebecca: Maybe she's lost, she's wandered away from her family.

What a terrifying prospect.

Jack: I'll check up here.

Joan: Maybe she got scared.

She's hiding somewhere.

Rebecca: Mum, stop.

Joan: We can't leave her here.

Rebecca: What about the snakes and the stingy-bitey things like in the documentaries?

Joan: She was right by the road.

Jack: No sign of her.

Joan: I know I saw her.

I'm sure.

Don't look at me like that.

I know what I saw.

Jack: Yeah, no one's saying you didn't.

Rebecca: I just think it would be understandable, Mum, you know, with every -- all the stress with Dad.

Joan: I know what I saw.

Jack: Look, kids around here know the bush like the back of their hands.

She's probably gone home.

Joan: Right.

Jack: Come on.

Let's go.

♪♪ [ Joan exhales ] [ Upbeat music plays ] ♪♪ [ Woman vocalizing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Joan: You will let me know if someone reports her missing?

Oh, no, no, I know it's not the police's job.

It's just that I'm very concerned.

Alright.

I see.

Yeah.

Thank you.

No report of a missing girl.

Jack: Well, we'll see if the ranger knows anything when we check on Ian's booking.

Rebecca: Dad planned to stay here?

Joan: This was his last known whereabouts before -- Rebecca: His body was found.

Joan: Yes.

♪♪ Jack: "Back tomorrow at 9:00 a.m."

Joan: It's not even 5:00.

Sod it.

Jack: Well, we'll check with him first thing in the morning.

Rebecca: Wait, are we staying here?

Jack: Yep.

Rebecca: Well, no offense, but, uh, the Kirkhopes are not camping people.

Jack: Your mum is.

Joan: Yeah.

I'm growing quite fond of it.

Jack: Let's go.

Rebecca: You're not going to believe this, but Tripadvisor gives the shower block four stars.

Jack: Yeah, well, it's got water.

Rebecca: Not that I can see Dad coming all the way out here, even for the highly rated plumbing.

He's the meat-and-three-veg type.

He was.

Jack: Yeah, well, it's probably a geologist thing.

You know, there was plenty of mining around here in the day.

Joan: Why don't you try out those famous showers?

Rinse off the day.

Rebecca: Great idea.

Jack: Here you are.

Key.

Rebecca: Oh, God.

Yeah, right.

Jack: You can tell her.

Joan: When the time's right.

I know.

I'm a big chicken.

[ Exhales ] You know, she thinks that something's going on between us.

Jack: She say that?

Joan: Doesn't need to.

Man: Happy birthday, Clay.

Women: ♪ My little ray of sunshine ♪ Joan: What a lovely voice.

Women: ♪ Has come into the world ♪ ♪ Have you noticed he's just like his father?

♪ ♪ I think I would rather his hair was much darker ♪ [ Laughter ] ♪ My little ray of sunshine ♪ ♪ Has come into the world ♪ ♪ He can make you feel good ♪ ♪ Only by his smile ♪ Clay: ♪ Only by his smile ♪ [ Tegan laughs ] Pam: Happy birthday, bub.

Joan: That was lovely.

You've got a beautiful voice.

Tegan: Ah, no, no.

Jamie: Ah, no, she's too modest.

Little fella's got a decent set of pipes, too.

Say hello to the nice people, Clay.

Beau: Give him a minute.

Clay: Hello.

Jack: G'day.

Jamie: Hey, there he is.

Pam: Oh, please, come on in, have a seat, have a seat.

Joan: Oh, no, we don't want to crash your party.

Pam: Oh, no, please.

Jack: But we will.

Tegan: Great.

[ Laughter ] Joan: I'm Joan.

Jack: Jack.

Pam: I'm Pam.

My boy, Beau.

And his son, Clay.

And my daughter-in-law, Tegan, and -- Jamie: Ex-daughter-in-law.

Pam: Beg pardon.

Force of habit.

Jamie: I'm Jamie Matthews, Tegan's fiancé.

Joan: Nice to meet you.

So, whose birthday is it?

Beau: That'd be the big fella.

Joan: Oh, happy birthday.

Jack: Hey, happy birthday, mate.

Beau: Yeah, double digits today.

You ready for your super surprise?

Clay: Yes, yes, yes!

Jamie: Beau, Beau.

Just hang on a sec.

Hey, mate, there's just a few bits and pieces the adults need to iron out first, all right?

Beau: Come on.

He's big enough.

Tegan: You know what we're concerned about.

Beau: Jamie's concerns.

Clay: Please!

Please!

Please!

Tegan: If you promise to be extra careful.

Clay: I will.

I really will.

Jamie: Tegan, we spoke about this.

Tegan: Well, the horse has already bolted, hasn't it?

Jamie: See, mate, this is what happens when he comes home from being with you.

You let him get too wound up.

Beau: Beauty.

We're on.

Pam: Ah, don't mind these two locking horns.

[ Motorbike revving ] ♪♪ Jack: That is no cricket set.

Joan: It sure isn't.

Tegan: You know Clay's obsessed with motorbikes.

Beau's been doing it up for months.

It means a lot to him.

Jamie: He's buying Clay's affection.

Making up for the time he was away.

Tegan: Jamie!

Woman: Did you see the koalas?

Woman #2: No.

♪♪ Pam: Look what I got you!

Hmm?

[ Laughs ] Clay: Ride now, please?

Jamie: Nah, mate, we just gotta go over a couple of rules first, okay?

Clay: Ride now!

Ride now!

Tegan: Wait, bub, soon.

Jamie: What'd I just say?

Jack: What's with the young fella?

Joan: Clay?

He's on the spectrum.

Autism.

Jack: Right.

Beau: Come on, mate, don't be the fun police.

Tegan: He's just trying to do the best thing for Clay.

Beau: And I'm not?

Tegan: That's not what I said.

Jamie: Clay does best with structure, okay, and specific -- Beau: And he loves motorbikes.

Always has.

Haven't you, mate?

Clay: Please?

Tegan: Settle down, bub.

Jamie: I told you it's a bad idea.

Beau: I don't have to ask your permission to be his dad.

Jamie: Yeah, actually, you do.

Okay?

The courts made us primary careers for a reason.

Alright?

Beau: You're a tosser.

Jamie: Go on, then, make a big deal about it on your son's birthday, huh?

Go on!

Tegan: Oh, stop it!

Both of you!

Clay!

We can't just have one nice weekend together?

Jack: Feel for Tegan, trying to keep those boofheads happy.

Joan: Hmm.

Blended families.

With all your ex-wives, you must be an expert.

Jack: Not me.

When Liz's mother remarried, I couldn't stand the idea of another bloke being her father, replacing me.

Joan: I don't think Liz would've thought you were replaceable.

Jack: Tony -- that was his name.

He used to take her to violin practice and basketball.

I was never that dad.

Joan: 'Cause of your job.

Being in the force.

Jack: Being a cop's not a 9-to-5 job.

Families pay the price for that.

Joan: From what I saw, Liz loves you.

Must've done something right.

[ Cellphone ringing ] Jack: I hope so.

Rebecca: Mum, come and say hi to your grandchildren.

Joan: Hey!

Hello, my lovelies!

[ Laughs ] Charlee: The recital was great, and everybody was looking at me, and everybody was clapping.

And we were all doing so well until Idiot Features here farted.

Frida: Charlee!

Toby: It was funny.

Joan: Farts are pretty funny.

Frida: Go and watch TV, kids.

Charlee: Bye, Nana.

Toby: Bye, Nana.

Joan: Bye, squirt.

Bye, titch.

Frida: So how are you, Becs?

Are you loving it?

Rebecca: Well, there is a lot of nature, I will say that.

And, uh, it's properly hot.

Joan: And we haven't got eaten by anything, so that's good.

Rebecca: Not yet.

Frida: Excellent news, because I got you both on that flight tomorrow night.

I mean, the travel agent had to pull some strings but -- Joan: Tomorrow night?

Rebecca: Well, you said that you weren't sure what you were doing out here, so -- [ Joan laughs ] Yes, but I'm a grown woman, Rebecca.

I can make my own decisions.

Rebecca: Oh, this is about you moving on with Jack.

Joan: Moving on?

Frida: Uh, why don't you call me back once you've had a chat?

Joan: You've got no idea what's going on between me and Jack.

Rebecca: It's obvious, Mum.

Joan: Nothing's happened between us, and anyway, it would be none of your business if it had.

Rebecca: All while scouring the Outback to find out where your husband died in a country that he wasn't supposed to be in.

Oh, yes, perfectly normal, nothing to see here.

This attachment with Jack -- I just don't think it is a very good idea considering everything that Dad has put you through.

Joan: Put us through.

Rebecca: What about home?

What about the kids?

Joan: Oh, so this is all about needing your free babysitting.

Rebecca: Is that what you think?

Joan: Oh, look, I don't think you even care whatever it is I think.

Rebecca: I'm talking about the life you love -- your garden, your friends, volunteering at the hospital, going to the theater.

Joan: Well, all those things will be there when I get back.

If I still want them.

Rebecca: But you are coming home?

Joan: Look, I'm not making any plans yet.

You know, being here, it's... it's helping me to think.

The skies, the light, the vast landscapes -- Rebecca: Carjackers kidnapping you by accident.

Joan: This country, it's not like I expected it would be.

It's... magical.

Rebecca: Well, look, this stuff with Dad, you know, whatever he was doing out here, how does that fit into this Crocodile Dundee awakening of yours?

[ Joan sighs ] That's why I can't leave yet.

We both deserve those answers.

Rebecca: And if you can't get them?

Joan: Well, I will have done everything I can.

♪♪ Rebecca: I think I'm going to turn in.

Joan: Rebecca.

Rebecca: Jetlag.

I'll be fine.

[ Joan sighs ] [ Indistinct conversations ] I'm guessing you heard all of that?

Jack: She's worried about you.

You know, struggling with what's happened to her dad, you running all over the country.

Understandable.

Joan: Did you hear me say that I wasn't ready to go back home yet?

Jack: And I'm not surprised.

[ Down-tempo music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Joan: Nothing like a roaring fire, is there?

Pam: Our secret.

Joan: Is it not allowed, then?

Pam: It's a little bit of a gray area.

Joan: Ah.

Even better.

Ah.

Oh, wow.

The stars are really something out here, aren't they?

Pam: Yeah, you mob call it the Milky Way.

But we call it Emu Dreaming.

You see?

There's the head and two long legs and a little tail.

You see that?

Joan: Oh, yes, I can see it.

[ Chuckles ] Emu Dreaming.

Pam: It's good to look up once in a while.

Puts all the crap down here into perspective.

Joan: Hmm.

How's Clay?

Pam: Oh, he's in a bad way.

Still not talking.

Joan: When was he diagnosed?

I'm a nurse.

Pam: When he was little.

He's always had his own special way of doing things.

Joan: And two dads to worry about him.

Pam: Yeah, I could knock their heads together.

Joan: I can see how that would be tempting.

Pam: Ah, look there, you're all toasted.

Joan: Look at that.

Yum.

Thank you.

Have you heard about... a young girl gone missing?

Pam: Not that I know of.

Why's that?

Joan: Mm.

[ Sighs ] I must've been seeing things.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Pam told me there's a waterfall upstream.

Rebecca: Well, as long as there's coffee when we get there.

Joan: Oh, it's better than coffee.

Rebecca: Oh, wow.

[ Joan chuckles ] Rebecca: That is as advertised.

[ Joan laughs ] Let's go up to the top.

Rebecca: What?

Joan: Come on.

Rebecca: Mum.

[ Upbeat music plays ] Joan: Let's jump.

Rebecca: What?!

Joan: Why not?

Rebecca: Because that's mental.

Look how far down it is.

Joan: We could jump together.

Rebecca: Who are you?

Joan: I'm living in the moment.

Rebecca: You have absolutely lost it.

Joan: Come on.

Try it.

When are you and I ever gonna have a chance to do this again?

♪♪ Ready?

Steady?

Go!

Whoo-hoo!

♪♪ Rebecca: Six months ago, you wouldn't even catch the tube.

Now look at you.

Joan: You can see why I'm in no hurry to come home.

Rebecca: I think he's good for you.

Jack.

I like him.

Joan: I like him, too.

He helped me a lot.

Rebecca: In retracing Dad's steps?

Joan: And with my grief.

When I first got here, I was disoriented, and Jack kept me grounded.

He's like, as they say here, no... Very much as advertised.

It's refreshing.

He's no replacement for your dad, of course.

No one could be.

Rebecca: Perhaps someone should be.

Joan: You don't mean that.

Rebecca: All those lies.

How could he do that to us?

Joan: Your father loved you.

Fiercely.

Rebecca: Fake identities and secret Australian trips.

Who knows what else he was up to?

What?

What have you found out?

Joan: There's no easy way to tell you this, but it's about your father.

[ Rebecca sobbing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] Joan: It was the hardest thing.

Jack: I'm sure.

Good you did it.

Joan: Ian led us here.

And I need to know why.

♪♪ ♪♪ Pam: Morning.

Jack: Good morning.

Tegan: Have you seen Clay?

Pam: What, he's not with you?

Tegan: No, he's not in there.

Jack, have you seen Clay?

Jack: No, why?

What's happened?

Tegan: We can't find him.

Pam: Bub?

Where are you, bub?

Tegan: Clay!

Clay!

Pam: Bub?

Tegan: Where are you?

The motorbike's gone, too.

Pam: Where are you, Bub?

Tegan: He was really upset about the fighting.

What if he's crashed the bike and he's hurt himself?

Jack: Where would he go?

Pam: There's a picnic spot nearby and another place we go to get yabbies.

Jack: Well, let's start there.

Pam: Okay.

Joan: Where -- Where are Jamie and Beau?

Tegan: Jamie went to fuel up early part this morning, and Beau... Jack: Well, his van's still here.

Pam: Oh, maybe he's gone for a run.

Jack: Picnic spot -- let's go.

Pam: Okay.

We can take my car, hey?

Tegan: Yeah.

I'm coming, too.

Pam: No.

Jack: No, you should stay here in case he comes back.

Tegan: No, he's my son.

Pam: No.

Joan: I'll wait with you.

Somebody's got to stay here.

Jack: The ranger won't be here for an hour.

I think you gotta call the police.

Tegan: No police.

Unless we have to.

Jack: Okay, come on.

Joan: Come on, let's sit down.

I'll get you some water.

[ Down-tempo music plays ] ♪♪ Beau: Hi.

This is Beau.

Leave me a message.

Jack: Clay done something like this before?

Pam: He runs off if he's under stress.

It's a coping thing.

Jack: How were Jamie and Beau last night?

Pam: Terrible.

It's why Jamie wanted to leave early.

Jack: How long they been together -- Tegan and Jamie?

Pam: A while.

Jack: They meet when Beau was inside?

Pam: How did you know?

Jack: Ex-cop.

Tegan: You know, Beau does his best.

He's missed a lot.

Jamie isn't perfect, but he does think of Clay as his own, and that drives Beau up the wall.

Joan: Then Beau overcompensates.

Tegan: Then Jamie arcs up, and around and around and around it goes.

I was hoping this weekend would be a fresh new start.

Joan: How far along are you?

Tegan: I'm 12 weeks.

Joan: Oh, that's wonderful.

Congratulations.

And hasn't the baby helped settle Jamie's issues with Beau?

Tegan: Oh, no.

They had a fight last night.

Beau: You're lying!

Jamie: Chill out.

Chill out.

Tegan: Jamie told Beau that we're having a baby.

It's not exactly how I wanted Beau to find out.

Joan: And Clay heard them.

Tegan: Yeah.

Clay can't deal with arguments.

Any loud noises, actually.

Joan: Mm.

Tegan: That's what's gonna make it hard to find him.

He'll hide from strangers that are looking for him.

Joan: Is it possible that Beau took off with Clay?

Tegan: No.

He wouldn't.

He knows that Clay needs me.

Joan: But Beau hasn't been seen since Clay went missing.

♪♪ Pam: Nothing's here.

Oh, bub, where are ya?

Jack: No motorbike tracks in or out.

Anywhere else he could be?

Pam: No.

Jack: Don't wanna call the police?

Pam: Those boys would never hurt Clay, I'm telling you.

Jack: The sooner we get help, the better.

[ Pam sighs ] He'll wanna be found.

He'll leave some kind of trail.

[ Cellphone ringing ] ♪♪ Jack: Hi.

Anything?

Joan: No, not yet.

I'm just a bit worried about what Tegan's told me about Beau.

Jack: She thinks he might've done something to Clay?

Joan: She's certain that he'd never take him.

But that temper of his... Jack: Yeah, same with Jamie.

Joan: Well, he's not answering his phone, either.

Jack: Well, they're both missing.

That's great.

Joan: Oh, Jack.

You gotta get here.

Jamie's arrived.

Jack: Clay with him?

Joan: No.

Jack: Okay.

Pam?

Let's go.

♪♪ Pam: Where have you been?

Jack: You were fishing?

Jamie: At the weir.

Jack: Tegan said you were putting fuel in the car, wanted to leave.

Jamie: I did, but I went fishing.

Jack: Change of plans.

Phone not working?

Jamie: It's probably in my jacket from last night.

Why am I getting questioned?

Pam: My grandson's missing.

Jack's just trying to help.

Jack: Trying to get a timeline, mate.

Jamie: Missing?

He's pissed off on a motorbike he shouldn't have been given.

That is what happened?

He is okay?

Jack: He's not at the yabby hole.

Got any other ideas?

Jamie: Where's Beau?

Jack: He's missing, too.

Jamie: Bloody hell.

Tegan: He wouldn't take Clay.

He wouldn't hurt him.

He j-- He just wouldn't.

Jamie: He does have that temper.

Jack: What do you mean?

Pam: It's a different situation.

Jack: Is that why he was put inside?

♪♪ Tegan: This guy I dated after we split up, before I met Jamie... Beau got jealous and he got pretty violent.

This is a completely different situation.

Beau's a good dad.

Jamie: Tegan's right.

He wouldn't hurt Clay.

Pam: He's still not answering his phone.

Jack: You need to talk to the police.

[ Siren wailing ] Man: Clay!

Woman: Clay!

Man: Clay!

Are you there, mate?

Man: Clay?

Woman: Clay?

Man: Come out, buddy.

Denise: The local ranger has his team scouting to the west and searches under way here and here, and teams are looking at old mine shafts here and here.

Tegan: You think he might've fallen down one of them?

Denise: There's so many old mines that they're not even mapped.

It's a big worry.

Jack: We searched this area here.

No tracks.

But Clay knows that area.

Pam: Since he was little.

Denise: Lost kids generally look for a landmark, usually something that they know, but sometimes it's a river, sometimes it's a road.

Jamie: Clay might look for an enclosed space of some kind.

To feel safe, away from the world.

Tegan: Yeah.

Denise: Right, so we are searching a radius that is determined by how far he could travel on the available fuel.

And we need to find him before nightfall.

Pam: That's only a few hours.

Denise: Let's go.

[ Pam crying ] Jack: We'll get him.

Rebecca: How high-functioning is Clay?

Joan: It's possible, given his autism, that he could hide from his rescuers.

Rebecca: Well, the sounds of helicopters and vehicles, too.

Joan: He likes music.

He was singing when we met him.

Rebecca: Hmm, if he is a hider, you may need to brush up on your singing.

Joan: Ha, ha.

Rebecca: Let's go.

Joan: Are you sure?

Rebecca: I'd rather keep busy.

Joan: All right.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ] Man: Clay!

Woman: Clay!

Man: Clay!

Clay!

Can you hear me?

Man: Clay!

Joan: Nobody saw or heard Clay ride away from the campsite.

Jack: Which means that isn't necessarily what happened.

Joan: Maybe Beau or even Jamie could've taken off with him and the bike.

But I can't imagine either of them hurting him.

Jack: More likely to hurt each other, I'd say.

Joan: Yeah.

Woman: Clay!

Jack: Maybe Beau and Clay are off somewhere together having innocent father-and-son time.

Joan: But then why not tell Tegan or at least answer the telephone?

Jack: Two kids missing in two days.

Well, you said you saw someone.

You did.

Joan: I'm just a mad Englishwoman.

Jack: When I called this in, there was no report of a missing red-headed girl.

Joan: Then what did I see?

Jack: Things happen out here.

Things that aren't easy to explain.

Woman: Where are you, Clay?

Jack: I'm going to higher ground You stay along here, yeah?

Joan: Okay.

Jack: Good.

Woman: Clay, can you hear us?

♪♪ Man: Clay!

Clay!

Clay!

Man: Clay!

Man #2: Can you hear me?

[ Dramatic music plays ] Clay!

Clay.

Go on, mate.

♪♪ Joan: Clay?

Stop.

Wait.

Over there.

Rebecca: Is it Clay?

Mum, what did you see?

[ Joan sighs ] F-False alarm.

Must've been a kangaroo or something.

Come on, let's go.

♪♪ ♪♪ Jack: Looks like he abandoned the bike.

Joan: No clue as to why?

Jack: No.

Tegan: The cop says he wasn't injured.

Jamie: Nothing's wrong with the bike.

Jack: And the fuel tank isn't empty.

Pam: What does that mean?

Jack: Meaning he didn't run out of fuel.

He abandoned the bike for another reason.

Jamie: Like what?

Pam: Well, there are tracks everywhere.

Joan: Might Clay have run around in circles?

Jack: Or he wasn't alone.

[ Tegan inhales sharply ] Oh, my boy.

[ Cellphone ringing ] Pam: It's Beau!

Beau: After I found out Tegan was pregnant, I just needed to get away, you know?

So I headed up to Sadler Point at dawn.

Jack: Didn't answer your phone.

Beau: Turned it off.

Needed a bit of quiet.

I heard the choppers and whatnot, but I didn't think for a second... Denise: Did you see Clay before you took off?

Beau: I thought he was asleep in Tegan's tent.

Jack: And the bike?

Beau: With the ute, where I left it.

Jack: Keys for the bike?

[ Beau sighs ] In the ignition.

Jack: Anyone see you at Sadler's Point?

What are you saying?

That I hurt my own son?

Denise: The argument last night got heated.

Jack: And not for the first time.

Beau: That's why I took off.

I'm no good to anyone when I get like that.

Jamie: I haven't done anything.

He's out there, okay?

He needs our help.

Let me help.

Jack: You think Jamie had something to do with this?

Beau: He can be an angry unit, but... Jamie: Don't touch me.

Officer: Calm down.

Beau: ...you've seen how he is with Clay.

Jack: Yeah, but I think I need to have a talk to him.

Officer: How about you just head over there and cool down?

♪♪ ♪♪ Jack: Filled up the car this morning before you went fishing, eh, at the weir?

Jamie: Yeah, that's right.

Jack: What, the weir's a couple of kilometers away?

Jamie: Yeah.

Jack: Fuel gauge shows almost empty.

Where were you this morning, mate?

Jamie: I, um... ...got fuel and just drove around.

Jack: Why, Jamie?

Jamie: Because I hate being this guy around Beau, this... insecure.

Jack: Didn't see anyone, didn't stop anywhere?

Jamie: No.

Jack: You know, you'll never be Clay's father, but you'll always be important to him.

You know that.

Kid knows that.

♪♪ Rebecca: I'd be going out of my mind if Charlee or Toby went missing.

Joan: After all this time, it's hard not to imagine the worst.

♪♪ Man: Clay!

Man #2: Clay!

Man #1: Clay!

Man #2: Come on, mate, where are you?

Man #1: Buddy, where are you?

Man #2: It's safe to come out, mate, come on!

Clay!

Joan: Hello, Denise.

Hope I'm not disturbing you.

Denise: Oh, no, not at all.

You and Jack have been a great help.

Joan: Oh, thank you.

So how's the search going?

Denise: We're focusing on this area south of the mountain.

Clay might be following it.

[ Sighs ] Joan: There hasn't been a report of a missing girl, has there?

About 10 years old, red hair.

And I know it sounds daft, but she was wearing a -- an old-fashioned dress.

[ Denise chuckles ] You've seen her?

Joan: Oh, you know about her?

Denise: Oh, there's been lots of sightings of her over the years.

Joan: Who is she?

Denise: Audrey, my great-great aunt.

Audrey disappeared, probably down an old mine shaft, about 100 years ago.

Joan: You're saying I saw a ghost.

[ Denise laughs ] I know how it sounds.

Joan: I don't go in for that kind of thing.

Denise: No, neither did I. Joan: You saw her, too?

Denise: A few times.

People say she's a spirit guide.

Joan: Guide to what?

Denise: It's different for everyone.

[ Down-tempo music plays ] ♪♪ Jack: And we're here because?

Joan: Well, it's just a hunch.

Jack: You saw your little girl, didn't you?

Which way did she go?

Joan: Denise tells me that she's the ghost of a girl who died last century.

Jack: Ghost?

Joan: She believes that she's a spirit guide who can lead people to things.

She might lead us to Clay.

Mad as it sounds.

Jack: So what do you wanna do?

Joan: Follow that ghost?

[ Helicopter blades whirring ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Joan: Not long before the sun sets.

Jack: Two hours.

Joan: Don't think this is leading anywhere.

Think we should go back.

Jack?

Jack: Look here!

[ Joan gasps ] Clay's baseball cap.

Jack: Looks like it.

[ Joan sighs ] Is that a child's footprint?

Jack: They're the right size.

Well spotted.

Joan: Who would have thought?

My spirit guide is the business.

[ Cellphone beeps, line ringing ] Jack: Denise?

Jack Darby.

[ Clay humming ] Joan: Hey, what's that?

Jack: Mine shaft.

Enclosed space.

Joan: Yeah.

♪♪ Hello?

Clay?

It's Jack and Joan here.

[ Clay humming ] Joan: Clay, don't be afraid.

We just want to take you back to your mum.

Jack: He must have squeezed through the bars.

Joan: How do we get down there?

Jack: I reckon this old mine goes under the ridge and out the other side.

[ Birds screeching ] [ Clay humming ] [ Jack whispering ] He's in there.

How you going down there, mate?

Are you hurt?

Can you climb out?

[ Clay humming ] Jack: Come on, let us know you're okay.

[ Clay humming ] Jack: You come out, and I'll be here to take you to Mum.

Alright?

She can't wait to see you.

[ Clay humming ] Joan: Good job.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ] Can you climb out?

Jack: Bloody helicopters.

[ Whirring continues ] Joan: Oh, Jack.

Jack.

[ Whirring continues ] Clay.

Cla-ay.

Jack: ♪ A little ray of sunshine ♪ Both: ♪ Has come into my world ♪ ♪ A little ray of sunshine ♪ ♪ In the shape of a boy ♪ Jack: Very good.

Joan: ♪ A little ray of sun-- ♪ That's right.

Can you climb out, Clay?

That's right.

Now, Jack will lift you out now.

Clay: No, don't touch!

Jack: Okay, I got it.

I got it.

I'm not gonna touch you.

I'm not gonna touch you.

We're gonna do this together.

That's a boy.

Joan: Good job.

Jack: Good boy.

Joan: Very good.

Oh, you've done so well.

Such a brave boy.

[ Pam gasps ] Tegan: What?

Beau: It's Clay.

Pam: Bubby!

Tegan: Oh, my baby.

My baby.

Beau: Clay!

Oh, buddy, you're okay!

Tegan: Hello!

I'm so glad you're okay.

Pam: Oh, bub.

Tegan: Clay!

[ Pam sighs ] Denise: He scares himself when he stacks the bike, abandons it in the clearing.

Jack: But then he confuses himself, you know, trying to get back to camp.

Joan: Oh, but the noise of the helicopters, that would've been too much.

Jack: Yep.

Denise: You two are going to do me out of work.

Jack: Well, really, it was Joan's spirit guide that, you know, did the heavy lifting.

Joan: He thinks he's hilarious.

Denise: At least he's pretty.

[ Laughs ] I think they're ready to take your statement.

Jack: Good.

Denise: Oh, got yourself a good one there.

If that's what's on offer with the gray nomad, I might give it a try myself.

Joan: He's been very kind to someone a long way from home.

Denise: And what does bring you here?

We're not exactly a travel hotspot.

Joan: My husband.

He planned to come here just before he died.

Denise: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Grief's a long, lonely business.

I lost my fiancé years ago now, but you never get over it.

Joan: The circumstances of my husband's death are, well, a little bit unclear, which is why we really wanted to have a chance to talk to the ranger, but he's been so busy with the search.

Denise: Maybe I could help?

Everybody knows everyone's business around here.

Joan: His name was Ian.

Denise: Mm-hmm.

Joan: Ian Kirkhope.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Denise: Kirkhope.

Okay.

No, sorry.

It doesn't.

Joan: And what about the name Rob Deacon?

Denise: No.

No, no, sorry.

Looks like they're ready to take your statement now.

Joan: Thanks.

Officer: We'll get through this as fast as we can.

[ Denise sighs ] Tegan: We can't thank you enough for finding our boy.

Joan: Aw.

We're really happy to be of help.

Beau: If you're ever in Brisbane and need anything, look us up.

Jack: Will do.

Joan: Thanks.

Jack: Comes in handy sometimes, another parent.

Beau: Thanks, mate.

Pam: Deadly, both of you.

[ Joan laughs ] Pam: Eh?

Tegan: What do you reckon, bub?

Clay: Thank you, Jack and Joan.

Jack: It's a pleasure, mate.

Beau: We should, uh, hit the road.

Jamie: Come back to ours to dinner.

Beau: Sounds good.

Jack: Drive safe.

Jamie: See ya.

Tegan: See ya.

Come on.

Let's go.

[ Cellphone dings ] Joan: Well... Ranger can see us now.

Jack: Good on ya, mate.

Joan: If Ian was a no-show, that doesn't tell us anything.

Jack: Tells us that something stopped him from getting here.

Joan: Yeah, and now we've got to figure out what that was.

Jack: Well, let's look at the calls on his phone on the day he was supposed to arrive.

There may be something there.

Joan: Rebecca!

Rebecca: Mum.

Don't freak out.

But I got Frida to move up the booking.

Just for me, though.

Joan: Oh, no, but you can't leave now.

You've only just arrived.

Rebecca: I came because I was worried about you, but you don't need worrying about.

And you've got something very important to do.

Look out for her.

Jack: Will do.

Joan: But you can't just leave.

We have to at least take you to the airport.

Rebecca: It's all taken care of.

Joan: Oh.

Rebecca: You know where we are when you need us.

Joan: Oh.

Tell the kids I miss them terribly.

Though I must admit, I've really enjoyed having you here to myself.

Rebecca: I've loved it, too.

[ Joan chuckles ] Rebecca: Bye, Jack.

Jack: Bye, Becca.

[ Down-tempo music plays ] Rebecca: Alright.

Bye!

[ Engine starts ] Joan: Bye.

Take care.

[ Horn honks ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Jack: Very nice spot.

Joan: Cheers, mate.

Jack: Cheers.

Joan: So Ian made three calls the day he was due here.

One to the hire-car place.

And the next one to... [ Line ringing ] ...well, we shall see.

Man: Dad?

Where have you been?

Dad, I've been so worried about you.

Joan: Who is this?

Curtis: It's Curtis.

Who's this?

Who's this?

Wh-Where's my father?

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