OF COURSE the very, very bad guy works with the victim's daughter's boyfriend. OF COURSE, the boyfriend reads the dossier and gets the folder ripped out of his hands ONE second before he turns the page and sees the photo of the very, very bad guy. OF COURSE, the daughter goes to the only witness's house right before he gets killed AND she gets blamed for murdering him... OF COURSE. And while he DOES have time to tell her EVERYTHING, he OF COURSE pushes her out with the inevitable "The less you know, the better". SURE!!! Why not use EVERY cliché from 1980's police dramas.
Did I mention that the victim pathologist knows every single cop, judge and doctor in whatever Australian town he lives in, yet cannot capitalize on any of them for a bit of leniency for his daughter. His best friends - the police - are being obstinately obtuse and refuse to even look just a little bit closer at the long string of corpses that the very, very bad guy leaves behind. Honestly, apart from Inspector Lestrade, I had absolutely no dealings with British/Australian police, but I have a suspicion that they are NOT as stubbornly stupid as they are portrayed in this show.
The problems pile up on the poor protagonist while the very, very bad guy keeps up doing his very, very bad things. And on top of everything, the poor protagonist must now compel the mother of the very, very bad guy to allow him to exhume the body of whoever is in the grave in his stead. And this is where the first original thing comes in. The mother is now... THE PROFESSOR OF CRIMINOLOGY!!! She wants to "understand where it all began". And she "doesn't want her life to be destroyed again". So OF COURSE she refuses. The poor protagonist resorts to forging a signature, is caught and suspended. Sounds familiar?
Oh, by the way, WHY does the very, very bad guy do those things? Because the protagonist sent him to jail for life for something as trivial as a few gruesome murders, and the very, very bad guy is now very, very angry... Yes, I'm sure, in some very, very remote universe where the writers' brains live this all makes PERFECT sense.
Did I mention that the victim pathologist knows every single cop, judge and doctor in whatever Australian town he lives in, yet cannot capitalize on any of them for a bit of leniency for his daughter. His best friends - the police - are being obstinately obtuse and refuse to even look just a little bit closer at the long string of corpses that the very, very bad guy leaves behind. Honestly, apart from Inspector Lestrade, I had absolutely no dealings with British/Australian police, but I have a suspicion that they are NOT as stubbornly stupid as they are portrayed in this show.
The problems pile up on the poor protagonist while the very, very bad guy keeps up doing his very, very bad things. And on top of everything, the poor protagonist must now compel the mother of the very, very bad guy to allow him to exhume the body of whoever is in the grave in his stead. And this is where the first original thing comes in. The mother is now... THE PROFESSOR OF CRIMINOLOGY!!! She wants to "understand where it all began". And she "doesn't want her life to be destroyed again". So OF COURSE she refuses. The poor protagonist resorts to forging a signature, is caught and suspended. Sounds familiar?
Oh, by the way, WHY does the very, very bad guy do those things? Because the protagonist sent him to jail for life for something as trivial as a few gruesome murders, and the very, very bad guy is now very, very angry... Yes, I'm sure, in some very, very remote universe where the writers' brains live this all makes PERFECT sense.
