So you’ve got Col; he’s a bit of a live wire, you never know what you’ll get with him. Then there are Jake and Ethel, and maybe they should have just stayed clear in the first place, although you could argue they did it to themselves - you keep the company of thieves, you can’t expect to be civilised. And Glory and Harvey were just unlucky - you know, wrong place, wrong time… But this is Harvey, prone to temptation, and Glory isn’t exactly blessed.

But it’s Ric you really feel for, he’s the one with responsibilities. Young copper, new to the job, and usually it’s such a nice, quiet, civilised sort of place, then boom! Left all alone under slightly suspicious circumstances, it’s just his luck to be the one in charge. As soon as the Sarge goes off sick, the town turns into some sort of living nightmare and Ric needs help. Enter George, who may or may not be what he seems, and Gavin, who isn’t even a cop and just wants to help his girlfriend get her dog back. From the sublime to the ridiculous, via the downright terrifying, when it happens in Brooksfield, it all happens. And all on Ric’s shift.