All language subtitles for The Brokenwood Mysteries - S08E02 (EN)

Drum 'n' bass music plays...

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪ Yeah ♪

[ Music ends ]

Calm music plays...

Muffled drum 'n' bass music
plays...

[ Coughing ]

- Is he in there?
- FRODO: I dunno.

I'm just the guy who
picked up the phone

and Doug Randall
was yelling about coming down

to shoot someone
if it didn't bloody stop,

so I figured I should find you.

Hey, can we talk about
what happened to my coffee cart?

It started about an hour
after they came off stage...

Been going all night.

- How did you not hear it?
- I was a bit busy, wasn't I?

Dealing with every other
bloody thing.

I dunno... were you?

Yes.

He in there?

- I guess.
- You haven't checked?

When it gets this loud,
I don't go near it.

FRODO: But it's been going
for hours.

So?

So shouldn't someone check
if he's okay?

Fill your boots.
Not my job.

CAMERON: What, exactly,
is your job then?

I keep the gear working
and I keep people happy...

That's it.

I don't babysit,
especially not him.

You want to see if he's alive,
go right ahead.

Last person he wants
to see right now is me.

RICKY: Oh, I don't know.

Maybe if you wave
a big wad of cash in his face...

But that's not going to happen,
is it?

DOUG: That noise,
that God damn noise,

all bloody night...

All bloody night!

- Doug, Doug, Doug, Doug.
- You promised me...

You promised it'd be
shut down at midnight.

Doug, I did all I could.
This...

This is nothing to do with me.

Starscraper.

It's that bloody prick,
isn't it?

We don't know anything for sure.

Maybe it's like a car alarm
going off.

They're pretty loud too.

Bugger this.

Doug...

Okay, that's not good.

Jesus, Doug!

Hey! Dickhead!

Turn it off!

[ Shock wave booms ]

[ Music ends ]

[ Sheep bleat ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Theme music plays...

Country music plays...

♪ I knew a man named Jack ♪

♪ He built a little shack ♪

♪ A house you could call
his home ♪

♪ Love came a callin',
pretty soon he was fallin' ♪

♪ And he didn't have
to live alone ♪

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪ Well, her name was Jane... ♪

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Bloody theft, mate.

You shot at a van
and the van exploded.

DOUG: I shot,
and then the van exploded.

Same thing. Whatever.

No. I shot.
There was a pause.

Then the van exploded.

Like I said... whatever.

DOUG: Me shooting had nothing to
do with the van exploding.

You never heard of coincidence?

By all accounts,
you discharged a firearm

in a disorderly manner.

It was rock salt.

- What?
- Rock salt.

I filled the shells
with rock salt.

If I shot you,
all it would have meant,

you'd be seasoned up
and ready for a hangi.

Jesus, Doug,
you can't bloody say that.

DOUG: Why not?

I've had heaps of hangi food...
It's salty as buggery.

- You're saying I was the food!
- DOUG: Eh?

No, I didn't bloody mean
your bloody cannibalism.

What I was saying is that
you're a slice of meat,

you would've been seasoned up
and ready to go.

We're keeping the gun.

Reckon I need to talk
to your superior officer.

They say the music coming
from the van was very loud.

- MIKE: Uh-huh.
- GINA: Very loud.

What, you think
the music killed him?

How would I know?
I haven't seen the body yet.

But what if it did?

Is that possible?

Sound is mechanical
radiant energy, Mike.

It travels through air
as longitudinal pressure waves.

Enough pressure
on the heart and the lungs...

Have you ever been
to a nightclub, Mike?

Felt the bass in your chest?

Not lately, no.

We should go.

Not a lot of nightclubs
around here, Gina.

We should go to the city...
Make a weekend of it...

For research purposes.

Doug Randall's not happy.

You did explain to him
you're a police officer, right?

It's Doug, and he wants
to talk to a higher-up.

[ Sighs ]

Nice day for it.

For what?

Well for...

getting out of the mortuary
for a start.

I like the mortuary.

It's my happy place.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

You knew the victim then,
did you?

We had a few run-ins, yeah.

Look, I know exactly
what you're thinking.

Is that right?

DOUG: And no, I did not
bloody kill him.

Reckless use of a firearm
is an offense, Doug.

- You know that.
- It was bloody rock salt.

I've fired heaps of rock salt
rounds at them freedom campers.

Never drawn blood once.

Just scares them off a bit.

Tell you what.
You go home, take a deep breath,

and then later come back down
the station, make a statement,

and I might give it back to you,

along with a stern warning.

CHALMERS:
What'd you see in the van?

The body... I saw enough
to say that, yeah.

Vince Scully. It's his van.

CHALMERS: And Starscraper?

CAMERON: That's the name
of his band.

They were playing
at your festival, obviously.

Yeah, they were the last act
on the Blue Pill stage.

CHALMERS: The Blue Pill?

CAMERON: The festival was
divided into two stages...

The Blue Pill stage,
and the Red Pill stage.

From "The Matrix"?

The lawyers said it was okay...
As a homage.

Just making the connection,
not suggesting anything else.

Anyway, back to Starscraper.

CAMERON: They were the last act
on last night.

After they sort of finished,
Apollo was last...

Apollo?

CAMERON:
Vince Scully's stage name.

And when you say
they "sort of" finished...

After their set came to an end,
Vince stormed off stage.

What about the other members
of Starscraper?

Where were they
last seen heading?

- A-Dek.
- A deck where?

No, A-Dek... Anaru Marshall,
the other member of Starscraper.

Where might I find this A-Dek?

Probably with Aura...
Serena Simpson, stage-name Aura.

Do they all start
with the letter A?

Nah, that's just them.

A-dek and Aura, any idea
of their whereabouts?

Probably on top of one another.

No signs of ignition.

So it's clear to take a look?

You can go through.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Initial ID says this is
Vince "Apollo" Scully,

of the band Starscraper.

Apollo?

It's a drum 'n' bass thing.

Well, Houston, this Apollo
certainly has a problem.

G'day, Vince.

It's a helluva stereo
you've got there.

I bet Patsy Cline
never sounded so good.

Oh, hey, hey, I know
you don't know me

but would you be able
to do me a big favor?

Would you be able to drop me
back at the festival?

I kinda got arrested on some
totally bogus charge

last night of obstruction
of someone or something

but all I was trying to do
was take a piss.

And then, this morning, they...

They said they're not
charging anyone, yay,

and that we're all free to go

but they're not actually
going to drop us back

at the place
where they arrested us.

Now I know why they call
cops pigs, right?

And by pigs, you mean the people
who work in there...?

Yeah.

People like me.

Which I guess makes me
a pig too.

I'm so sorry, I thought you were
like someone's mum

coming to pick them up
or something.

Never mind.

Hey.

Thank you.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Morning, Mike.

Morning.

Tell me you could hear it
at your place?

Hear what?

That tragic noise
that went on all weekend.

B-Bass.

KRISTIN: Yeah, that thing up
at Doug Randall's farm.

No.

You must've.

Clear as a bell at mine.

I was actually away
for the weekend.

Right.

You didn't mention that
on Friday?

No. I didn't.

Well, then you missed
a real treat.

How is whatever that was
even classified as music?

It's called drum and bass.

Yeah, no, I know.

MIKE: Though,
from what I can gather,

it's mainly made by computers.

Made by demons, more like.

Saturday night was bad enough,
and then last night it was like

they were playing
the same song over and over.

MIKE: Because they were.

Or rather...

he was.

Okay?

I mean, I know the music is bad,
but was it that bad?

Seems so.

SERENA: Bugger off!

It's the police.

ANARU: Oh, nice try, Cameron.

You said we didn't have to leave
till lunch time.

I have the police with me.

SERENA: It was those dicks
from Random Machine

who trashed the place.

D.C. Chalmers.

I'm here investigating
the death of Vince Scully.

Vince is dead?

A man we believe to be
Vince Scully is dead, yes.

How?

That's what we're
investigating, obviously.

Anaru Marshall?

Did he kill himself?

- Serena Simpson?
- Well, did he?

Did he finally go through
with it?

Do you want to put some
on clothes,

then maybe we can have a chat?

Hey, look, do you still need me?

Just 'cause, ah, I've got
some things to attend to.

Things that are more important
than someone dying

at your festival that you ran?

So? Doesn't mean I have anything
to do with anyone dying.

Okay, but we'll need to speak
to you in more detail A.S.A.P.

CAMERON: When you do,
make it quick.

I'm a busy man.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So, ah, it turns out we were
the last band

to play on the blue stage.

"Turns out"?

Well, there was a last-minute
schedule change.

- How so?
- Well, over on the main stage,

Necrosis refused to come on
unless they got paid upfront.

- They didn't get paid.
- ANARU: Mm.

Kind of a riot broke out, apparently.

Our uniform branch
reported that.

Trashing Portaloos.

Not my idea of a good time.

Yeah, we didn't know
any of this was going on

so we just went on as planned.

I get the impression that
you didn't do a full set,

or something along
those lines?

Yeah, there were issues.

[ Cheers and applause ]

He threw a mic stand
into the crowd?

Why?

I don't think he liked the way
I was looking at him.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Feedback whines ]

[ Groans ]

Why at you?

Call it musical differences.

The point is,
walking off that stage

is the last
I ever saw of Vince Scully.

And if Mr. Wannabe Promoter
tries to use

Vince throwing his handbag
as an excuse not to pay us,

that's crap.

After Vince left,
Serena went on stage.

[ Crowd jeering ]

[ Cheering ]

Aw, looks like Vince is having
a bad day, eh?

A-Dek, belief.

Who wants to hear
some of the old stuff?

The good stuff?

Here we go!

♪ Look what you have ♪

♪ Look what's at stake ♪

♪ First in the line ♪

♪ How wrong could that be ♪

♪ If I believed you ♪

♪ If I believed in love ♪

♪ We could have made it ♪

♪ If I believed in love ♪

Whooo!

We finished the set,
and we killed it.

Why did you ask if
Vince had committed suicide?

Because that was his thing.

He was kind of obsessed
with death.

SERENA:
The whole rock star cliché...

Live fast, die young,

leave behind
a good-looking corpse.

You should just put it down
to that...

"Rock 'n' roll suicide."

Call it a day.

And then we can all
get out of here.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Animals. Just animals.

[ Car chirps ]

CHALMERS: Mm, so music
can actually kill you?

Sound, not necessarily music.

According to Gina.

She seemed quite excited
by the idea.

I bet.

Okay, so Starscraper were
one of the pioneer acts

of the drum 'n' bass scene in
this country,

and Vince "Apollo" Scully

is regarded as
somewhat of a genius,

though how you'd ever tell
is beyond me.

Originally founded as
a three-piece with Apollo,

Anaru "A-Dek" Marshall,
and Serena "Aura" Simpson...

What is it
with the A-thing?

Mm, my point exactly.

Um, until Aura
departed the band,

for reasons
that are deeply unclear.

Though obviously, she never
departed Anaru's bed.

Ah, blah-blah-blah.

Apparently things went downhill
for them

after Vince took over
vocal duties

and pushed them
in another direction.

Again, how would you
ever really know?

Is it all forms of music
that you hate?

Or just drum 'n' bass?

No, I like music...

The right music,
at the right time...

Like not keeping me awake
all night.

Okay! But anything that might
be worth killing him over?

Ah, yeah, well, Vince had
a side project going...

Gjallahorn... which he wanted
to be the loudest band ever.

So is that worth killing for?

Apart from trying to prevent it
from ever happening, obviously.

[ Bell rings ]

DOUG: Haven't got all day.

Doug.

Come on through.

Look, I was just trying
to make a point, okay?

If I'd wanted to kill someone
in that bloody van,

I would have used
full-bore slugs, not salt.

And the point you were
trying to make was?

That I'd had a gutsful
of the bloody noise.

MIKE: Okay, so when you
took the money

to have the festival
on your land,

you must have known
there was going to be noise.

I didn't take any money.

So you just let them on there
for free?

No, I'm not that stupid.

Or maybe I am.
My ex-wife seems to think so.

You know everyone thinks
you're stupid

for getting involved
with that festival?

Yeah, I can live with it.

All these bloody feral types
overrunning the place

'cause you let them
on your land.

Oh, you seem to be doing
alright out of it.

Yeah, doesn't change the fact
that you're stupid,

and responsible
for all that noise.

But the point remains...
It was a music festival.

Yeah, but I thought it was
going to be rock 'n' roll...

I mean, Elvis had drums,
and Elvis had bass...

Nothing like
that infernal racket.

So you haven't been paid
for letting them use your land?

Abuse my land, more like.

Spent half the bloody night
chasing after these kids,

off their nuts
on God knows what,

shagging all over the show.

He never warned me
about that.

By he you mean
Cameron Lazenby, the promoter?

Yeah, his granddad
was my banker.

He was a good man.
He understood us farmers.

You knew him, didn't you?

I knew Bernie. Yes.

DOUG: Killed on the day
of his retirement.

He didn't bloody deserve that.

Does anyone?

Yeah, well anyway,
Bernie looked after me,

not like his tosser
of an offspring.

Who hasn't paid you.

Oh, he hasn't paid anyone
by the sounds of it.

That kid is looking into
an abyss of pain, I reckon.

When we talked before,

you called Vince Scully a prick.

Arrogant dickhead might be
a better description.

- MIKE: So you met him then.
- Oh, yes.

I suggest you piss off,
bugger off out of here.

Yeah? Or else what?

Oh!

Okay, okay, so this is what
passes for gallantry

among you hillbillies.

No. No more.

And why did you hit him?

It's like I told you, he was
being an arrogant dickhead.

Doesn't mean to say
I killed him.

Geez, if I killed every bloody
dickhead in the area,

there'd be a fair few
below ground, believe me.

Oh, I do.

And where were you
last night, Doug?

Back home... yeah,
for the most part.

"For the most part"?

Yeah, well, I popped down
to the site,

just to remind them
of the noise curfew.

Fat lot of good that did.

Was anyone there with you?

What do you think?

So, let me get my gun back?

Well, if you promise not to
shoot any more freedom campers?

Will that get me my gun back?

When we're sure it was only salt
and nothing else.

Alright for you,

I've got possums
all over the bloody place.

What am I supposed to with them?

Bite them to death?

Add Cameron Lazenby
to that list.

The promoter?

Killing the artists on your bill

doesn't sound like
a very good business plan.

Cheaper than
actually paying them.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Ah.
Gina wants us in the crypt.

Now, you say "us" but...

she means you.

And when I say us, I mean us.

GINA: Such disappointing news.

So it wasn't sound
that did him in.

No.

Sound would leave evidence of
embolisms forming in the lungs,

traveling to the heart;
Goodbye.

But no, nothing of that sort.

We're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

It was very exciting there
for a moment.

Do we have an actual
cause of death?

No.
Most of his wounds on his body

came from the explosion,

but he was dead before this.

That bruise on his cheek,
courtesy of Doug Randall.

It didn't cause his death, though.

Any ideas as to what did?

Waiting for toxicology,
but drugs

causing severe cardiac trauma
seems most likely.

Any particular drugs?

No injection sites,
so something smoked or ingested.

Toxicology will tell.

Can we give him the hurry up
on this one?

Of course.

There were no drugs
found in the van, right?

Apart from a lot
of herbal supplements.

Good luck with that, Vince.

Given the state
of his internal organs,

it was a bit late
to get healthy.

That boat had long sailed.

So he was dying?

He was not dying dying,

but one look at his liver
will tell you

he did not live a healthy life.

Would you like to see his liver?

- Ah, quite busy, actually.
- Thanks, Gina.

Mm, yeah.

Fading semi-rock star meets
tragic end in back of van?

No. We're not writing this off
that easily, are we?

Something went very wrong
at that music festival.

Starting with
the so-called music?

It's jazz, isn't it?

- What?
- The music you dig.

Dig?

Musical talk.

Oh, you mean jazz where I'm just
gonna solo for 10 minutes

and show off how talented I am
while you're bored senseless?

So not jazz then.

♪ It was a red,
red shack on a country acre ♪

♪ Flower boxes
in the window sill ♪

♪ Picket fence,
it was picture perfect ♪

♪ Every room was filled with
love, love, sweet, sweet love ♪

♪ Living in the house
that Jack built ♪

Country music plays...

CHALMERS: You leaving, are you?

- Yeah.
- Not interested in hanging round

to find out what happened
to your band-mate?

Believe it or not, some of us
have to work to make a living.

I have a deejay gig
tomorrow night.

I get that.

Is there anything else for us
to find out, Officer?

Depends on how much
you already know.

SERENA:
He walked off the stage...

That was the last time
we saw of him.

Then he topped himself.
We already told you that.

Got anything to add, A-Dek?

I've got to take her back
to the city.

Kinda lost my license, but
you probably already know that.

Why would I know that?

'Cause you're a cop.

That's true.

So let's play it like this...

Before you go on your way
to your gigs,

you come with me to the station
and answer my questions,

give me a statement
that can go on record

so that if it turns out
we're looking for suspects,

we'll know it wasn't you.

Does that sound like a plan?
'Cause it sure does to me.

Yeah, whatever.

MIKE: Cameron.

Detective.

Ah, excuse me.

You're with the band
Starscraper, aren't you?

Not really.

KRISTIN: But you were driving
their vehicle this morning.

And you were there
when Vince's van exploded?

I'm just like a roadie...
I haul gear, that's all.

Oh, so you were there last night
when they performed?

- RICKY: Yeah.
- And then when...

Yeah. But I don't really know
anything about either of them.

Oh, so it won't take you long

to pop into the station
with Cameron

so we can get all that
on record, will it?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, why do I need
to go to the station?

I wasn't even there last night.

I only heard
about it afterwards.

Oh, then it'll only take half
as long to get your statement,

won't it, Mr. Lazenby?

- Who was the girl?
- What girl?

The young woman you picked up
from outside the station

this morning... I saw you.

- She's no one.
- Really?

You made the trip to the station
and back for no one?

That's big of you.

She's a friend of the band.
I was doing her a favor.

And does this friend
of the band have a name?

Lisa.

And where is this Lisa now?

RICKY: She left a while ago.

Heading where?

Back to where she came from,
I presume.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

Country music plays...

♪ You're gonna run again ♪

♪ Well, run, run run ♪

Hello again, Lisa.

♪ Run, run, run ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

Up-tempo music plays...

Well, don't look at me.

I'll never catch her.

♪ Why are you slowing down,
baby? ♪

♪ Why did you turn around? ♪

♪ Could it be there's nothing
out there for you ♪

♪ That you haven't
already found ♪

♪ It won't be long till ♪

♪ You're on the run again ♪

♪ So run, run run ♪

- ♪ Run, run, run ♪
- Nice.

♪ Run, run, run ♪

Take a seat.

Oh, I thought you weren't
charging me

for the whole Portaloo thing.

We're not, this is about
something else.

What, exactly, are we meant
to have done?

Nothing, hopefully.

Which is why I thank you
for your cooperation.

Is that what we're doing here?

We have an unexplained death...

Someone you clearly all know.

So, the more we can find out

about what happened
to Vince Scully,

the happier we'll become

and the sooner
you can get on with your lives.

- Do we need lawyers?
- MIKE: That's up to you.

You are not under arrest.

You're here to explain
what is currently unexplained.

Now, we can transport you all
down to the station and back,

after you've
made your statements.

Look, I've told you
everything I know,

and I've got a million
other things to deal with.

So the only way you're
getting me back to the station

is if you arrest me.

Why would we want to arrest you?

Exactly.

More than happy to help.

Get them to the station,
separate them,

let them stew for a bit.

There's a couple of people
I need to talk to.

Okay.

Gina, how are we going
with that toxicology report?

- Reggae.
- Eh?

You secretly like reggae,

probably leaning more towards
the so-called barbeque reggae

as opposed to
the heavier dub style.

You know...

you know me so well.

Is that a yes?

Absolutely not.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

So, what happened?

I took my eye off the ball,
is what happened.

I trusted someone and they
let me down, is what happened.

I'm an idiot, is what happened.

Okay, I was thinking more
"what actually happened?"

When I was setting up,
Cam asked me

if I'd be interested
in helping him,

you know, run the festival.

- So Cameron Lazenby's a mate?
- FRODO: Kind of.

I mean, we bonded over
how his grandpa got shot

and then how my best mate
Hayden got shot

and then how I shot
myself in the foot...

The whole shooting thing
gave us,

like, you know, common ground.

Enough to ask you for help.
With this.

FRODO: Yeah, pretty early on,
he started to figure out

that maybe he was
out of his depth.

- With running the festival?
- FRODO: Yeah.

First time out of the gate
and all that.

I think he realized he needed
someone he knew to, y'know,

help him put out fires.

And I thought, y'know, "Cool,
I've always wanted to be

that guy with the access
all areas lanyard."

MIKE: You know they call those
"The Lanyards of Power"?

FRODO: Yeah, sucks you in,
that power stuff.

Until you're in the middle
of this nightmare

and you realize
you have no power

and everything is a problem
and there are no solutions

and all the lanyard does
is just make you a target

for people to unload on.

Is that what happened?

FRODO: You know those
old-as paintings

where there are all these
out of it people and demons

and everything is messed up
and out of control,

freaky stuff
is happening everywhere?

It's like a painting
of what insanity looks like?

You mean like an
Hieronymus Bosch painting?

Yeah, that sounds like the dude.

So there's this painting
of insanity, right,

and then you imagine
you're inside the painting

and everyone around you
is off their heads

and drum 'n' bass is playing
at, like, a billion decibels.

Now you're getting the picture,
so to speak.

So you left the cart unattended
in the middle of all this...

No. No, no, no.
So I'm not that stupid.

But I may have chosen unwisely
when it came to Brianna.

Who is Brianna?

FRODO: She's this real cutie
who comes to the cart sometimes,

and one time she showed me
she can actually make coffee,

so I called her to see if she
could cover the cart for me.

You sure you're gonna be
okay on your own?

Yes. Go!
Be useful elsewhere.

I'm good.

Hi, how can I help you?

Yeah, I should have seen
the warning signs

when she told me
how much she loved d'n'b.

- What happened?
- FRODO: I told you...

It was like the...
The Ronnie Bush painting.

I mean, there were
so many drugs,

and so many people
wasted on the drugs.

And Brianna was one of them.

Brianna?

Frodo!

What the hell?
What are you doing here?

Dancing.
Come and dance with us.

Ah, whoa.

Are you stoned?

I swapped, um,
Angel for a coffee.

It was a really good swap.

Ahhhh!

No!

Man, y'know, caffeine was
the last thing

any of these people needed.

And was Cameron Lazenby doing
anything about any of this?

Well, Saturday he was running
around like a crazy thing

trying to stop the craziness.

How do you mean?

Just, you know, one minute
he's seizing all this Awesome

from these sketchy guys
at the gate, and the next...

Sorry - "Awesome"?

Drugs, synthetics.

Then, the next thing
he's dealing with

these pissed off musos

who want to punch him
'cause they haven't been paid.

I mean, he was trying to be
in five places at once.

Then I think he gave up
all hope.

I didn't see him at all Sunday
night... not till this morning.

Hmm.

This way.

[ Lock buzzes ]

Ricky, if you could wait here.

Can I get you a tea or coffee?

I'm good.

KRISTIN: Lisa, down this way.

Why can't we give our statements
together?

Because we need to get
individual statements

from everyone.

But we were together
all the time,

so we'll say the same things.

Yes, and we'll see that
when we read the statements.

Tea or coffee?

I'm fine.

Down this way.

This won't take long.
Tea or coffee while you wait?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

DOUG: Peace offering, is it?

We were never at war, Doug.

Well, it's good timing.

I think spotted some
freedom campers

up by the boundary there.

Joke.

I'm after a clearer idea

of what was going on
around here over the weekend.

Got time for a chat?

You got time to listen?

Same bloody song, over and over!

Don't mind if I do.

I mean, who wants to listen
to the same song for two days?

You must have heard it
up at your place.

The wind would've been
blowing your way.

I was actually away
over the weekend.

Visiting a friend.

- Lady friend?
- Not important, Doug.

And I think we've already well
established the musical issues.

I want to go over your
relationship with the victim.

So the first time
you laid eyes on Vince Scully,

you ended up hitting him.

Yeah, he was that kind of guy.

- MIKE: Why?
- Well, some people are just...

No, no, no. I mean why'd you
end up hitting him?

I didn't like the way
he talked to that lady.

LISA: I knew you would come.

Are you too stupid
to get the message?

Stay away from me.

Okay, I thought I made this
perfectly clear the last time.

I want nothing to do with you.

Did that not sink in
to your thick skull?

I thought after I sent the
pictures, maybe you'd feel...

I didn't look at them.

I didn't even open it once
I realized it was from you.

Okay, are you getting this?

Is this seeping into
whatever's left up there

that might still work?

Hey.

Stay out of this, man.

Okay, have you got it?
You stupid bitch.

You can't just keep pretending
like this didn't happen...

Hey, I said have you got it?

Hey.

Dude, stay out of this.

DOUG: I don't think so, mate.

I'm not staying out of this.

We don't talk to women
like that around here.

Okay, hick.

You don't understand
what this is, alright?

I don't need to.

What I do know
is that I don't like it

and I don't like you.

I suggest you piss off,
bugger off out of here.

Or else what?

Oh!

Okay, okay, so this is what
passes for gallantry

among you hillbillies.

No. No more.

So Ricky Sua was
Vince's bodyguard?

The big Samoan bloke? Maybe.

But he would've been there
before the dickhead got there.

So what happened
after you decked him?

You! Get out.

Get out!

Don't.

LISA: Wait, Vince. Vince!

She followed him out?

I dunno. Ask the Samoan bloke.

I will.

And the second time
you saw Vince Scully?

That night.
I popped down to the site,

see if they'd put a lid
on the noise level.

[ Muffled drum 'n' bass music
plays ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

And there's your dead bloke,
having words with Lazenby.

Oh, it's you.

Yeah, me, mate.

Fancy another go?

Do me a favor...
Shoot me instead.

Any idea what they were
arguing about?

DOUG: Nah, couldn't really tell.

It was about that time
everyone was realizing

they weren't gonna get paid,

so there was a bit of a queue
to have a go at Lazenby.

And that was the last time
you saw Vince Scully?

- Yeah.
- [ Cellphone chimes ]

Till the doors
of the van blew open, yeah.

So, reckon I'm gonna be
one of them, Mike?

One of what?

DOUG: One of them people.

When they die,
people are secretly thinking

"good bloody job."

No, Doug, of course not.

Lady friend?

Ah, no.

Gina.

Give her my regards.

AAF-FIFANACA... AAF for short.

Used in making
synthetic marijuana

and known on the street
as Awesome.

- Awesome.
- It is the latest version

of very nasty things they have
sprayed onto plant material

to sell to idiots
who want to get high.

So he was smoking
this AAF stuff?

No.
The amount in his system

was way in excess of anything
achieved through smoking.

No, he drank it. In this.

It contains some sort of
herbal health concoction...

The details are in the report...

But with a monstrous amount
of AAF thrown in.

Someone spiked his drink?

Or, given state of liver,
this was his latest way

of getting his kicks,
and he went too far.

Either way, he drank it.

His heart went into
a overdrive...

Goes faster, faster, faster

until it literally
burst into pieces.

Imagine dropping a bowl
of red jelly on the ground.

Time of death?

Certainly hours before
the van blew up...

Sometime in the middle
of night.

Would you like to see his heart?

No, I'll take your word for it.

My money's still on
musician dies lonely,

self-inflicted death
in back of van.

A musician, apparently not
universally loved.

Yeah, but who is?

Bruce Springsteen.

Come on, you've got to love
The Boss, right?

Why do you care about
what music I like?

- [ Cellphone rings ]
- It says a lot about a person.

- Mike.
- Start without me

and see what this mob
have to say for themselves.

Oh, yeah, and meanwhile
you will be...?

I'm gonna tackle
young Mr. Lazenby.

I've got a feeling he's more
involved in the music industry

than he's letting on.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Yeah, Vince and I
formed Starscraper.

We were in other bands, then we
got together so it made sense.

KRISTIN: Got together musically?

Musically, sexually...
We were together in every sense.

But not recently.

No.

Did this split happen
after Anaru joined the band?

Which one, the musical
or the sexual?

Either or.

What has any of this
got to do with Vince dying?

We're just trying to get
a clear picture of everything.

Anaru joined the band,
Vince and I split,

then he kicked me
out of the band.

That clear enough now?

But did you and Vince
split because of Anaru?

Vince and I split because
Vince thought he could do

whatever he liked
with skanks and hoes

and I would turn a blind eye.

He was wrong about that.

LISA: How do I fit in
with the band?

Yeah.

I don't really
understand the question.

I'm not in the band.
I'm just a fan.

I love their music.

But the band know you, right?

Like I said, I'm a fan.

I love them. I would do
anything for them.

Especially Vince.

Yes, we hooked up,
but everybody knows that.

Did you hook up with Anaru too?

LISA: Ew, I'm not a groupie.

No, what Vince and I had, we...

we bonded.

We had something spiritual.

Yeah, Lisa and Vince
had a thing for a while.

While he was with Serena?

You know this is musicians
we're talking about, right?

Then Anaru and Serena
got together.

Going back to what I just said.

What exactly do you do
for the band, Ricky?

When they're touring,
I'm kind of their road manager.

Kind of?

I carry stuff from the gear van
to the stage and back.

Does that pay well?

Nah. I do it for the love
of the music.

- KRISTIN: Right.
- And there are other ways

of making a living
in this business.

I'm sure there are.

Merchandising and so forth.

You're also Vince's bodyguard?

Why would he need a bodyguard?

Because he was
an obnoxious person

that no one seemed to like.

He could look after himself.

So you weren't at the pub
to protect him then?

Oh!

Okay, okay, so this is what
passes for gallantry

among you hillbillies?

No. No more!

TRUDY: Get out.

I was at the pub to have a beer.

I thought I should probably
stop my lead singer

getting the snot
beaten out of him.

Wise man.

So I'm told.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

I went up to the site
and they said you were here.

I needed some peace and quiet
to think.

Right. Mind if I come in?

Peace. And quiet.

Well, maybe the sooner we talk,
the quicker you'll find that.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Organizing this festival must've
been incredibly consuming.

What do you want, Detective?

So, why was Vince shouting
at you that night?

CAMERON: Which time?

Vince was a passionate guy...
Shouted at a lot of people.

When Doug Randall
showed up with his gun.

He saw you and Vince arguing.

I just told Vince the bad news

and he wasn't exactly
taking it well.

You promised us
the headlining slot.

Yeah, well, I kind of sort of
promised that to Necrosis

when they finally
agreed to appear.

- So?
- So they're saying they'll walk

if they don't get what they say
I promised them.

Then let them walk.

They're a bunch of lightweights anyway.

Lightweights who shift 10 times
more downloads than you.

So you're bumping us
to the losers stage?

It's not the losers stage,
and you will be

the headliners there.
- Ahh.

Vince, man, I love you guys,
this pains me so much to do,

but if I don't give them
what they want, they will walk,

and then I will have
a riot on my hands

and I will definitely
lose everything.

From what I'm hearing,
you've lost that anyway.

Well, there's everything and
there's having to sell the house

my granddad left me,
leaving me with nothing.

Please? Please do this for me.

Don't. Don't do that.

Pretend that I have a choice.

So we either play
the Blue Pill stage

or we don't play at all, right?

That about covers it, yeah.

I hope you do lose everything, Cameron.

And when that's all gone,

I hope there are still people
lining up

to gnaw on your bones,
until it's all too much

and on the day
they come to sell your house

they find you there,
swinging on the end of a rope.

MIKE: Are you okay?

So Vince said "I hear you've
lost everything already."

What did he know?

No, actually I need
some fresh air.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Feeling better?

Stress, man, it'll kill you.

So ah, what did Vince know?

There was a perception
that ticket sales

had been perhaps
a little underwhelming.

And how many people
were you expecting to come?

CAMERON: 5,000.

And how many people
did you need to come?

5,000.

And how many people
actually came?

893.

50 of those were comps.

That's quite a shortfall.

Yeah, I was perhaps
a little overly optimistic.

Still, go hard or go home.

It's always been my motto.

Although now I don't have
a house to go home to.

This house house that
your grandfather left you.

You used it as collateral?

[ Sighs ]

What was the date on Saturday?

12th of July.

I had a friend who did
the graphic design for free.

Turns out he also suffers
from dyscalculia.

Another one of the many things
I should've been aware of.

So there's a chance
that 4,107 people

might show up
on Monday the 21st.

CAMERON: A very slim chance,
not that I'll be here.

The other band
that Vince mentioned...

Necrosis.

They didn't end up going on
at all, did they?

The irony is not lost on me.

Because they knew
they weren't gonna get paid?

Because some people
are money-grubbing bastards

who just take, take, take
and when you ask them to give,

just once,
just one little favor

or a promise that
everything will work out.

They're say "No, stuff you."

And it's hasta la vista, baby,

and they can't get out
of there quick enough.

Overrated ungrateful poseurs.

Enough to make your blood boil?

Oh, the pressure was on,
you're looking around at a space

where there should've been
5,000 people,

you know you're gonna
lose your house,

Vince is up in you face...

No.
I loved the man, I really did.

He's the reason
I put this all together.

This thing that came
crashing down around you.

Please, you've got
to believe me...

I did not kill Vince Scully.

Look, I played second-string
in the band.

- Second-string in a band of two.
- Mm.

VINCE: Alright, B-Bass!

Who's here for Starscraper?

[ Cheers and applause ]

Everyone knows this guy!

It was Vince's band.

It was his music, and I was
more than happy to play it

because he was a genius
in my book.

Anaru was the heart
and soul of that band.

Especially after Vince
started losing it.

Losing it how?

Well, after Serena left...

You mean "was kicked out."

Does it matter?

KRISTIN:
Well, does it matter to you?

I mean, she's your girlfriend.

Well, I'm talking
about the music...

Not anything outside of that.

Then let's talk about the music.

When it was just him and Aura...
Serena...

In the band, the music was
beautiful, ethereal.

Y'know,
the kids really loved it.

It got into their minds,
you know?

But Vince wanted to take
the music in another direction.

That's why he brought me
in the band...

To crank everything
up another level.

And that's why he drove
Serena from the band.

Vince cared more about
the music

and his legacy
than he did about any human.

To him people were
a means to an end.

A means to what end?

SERENA: Crowds to mourn him
when he departed,

the rest of us
to ensure that happened.

The music, not the departing.

Vince partied like
there was no tomorrow...

And there were
plenty of times

where it looked like
that would be true.

You've been with the band
for a while then.

I have my uses,
so they kept me on.

Not anymore.

I'll get by.

Vince, he hated people.

So you learn
to roll with that...

Treat every day
like it might be the last.

He loved me. He really did.

And for a while,
we were madly in love.

Vince didn't love anyone,

even those who were
actually close to him,

let alone her.

Lisa was always around
and up for it.

He may not have liked people,
but, ah, the man had needs.

And yes, for a while,
she attended to those needs.

As his lover.

And the rest.

Well, how do you mean?

Well, she enabled him.

She got him the things
that he wanted back then.

I know everyone says
that he didn't,

but Vince loved me,

and I can prove it.

How?

Because I know it in my heart.

Vince never loved her.

Vince used her worst of all
and when it came...

And when it came
to the repercussions,

he ended it.

What sort of repercussions?

The sort that
threatened his music.

It always came back
to the music with Vince.

Vince was never half-arsed
about anything.

I mean, when he drank,
he drank the whole bar dry.

When he did drugs,
he did all of them.

So when he gave up,
he gave up everything.

At least when he was drunk
and did drugs,

he was almost entertaining,
in a train-wreck kinda way.

But then he turned
all puritan...

Hell, it almost made me glad
to not be in the band anymore.

Almost?

If I was in the band, I'd have
been working with Anaru.

Couldn't you work together
on the side?

SERENA: We did, all the time.

But if we ever performed
together in public,

Vince would have killed someone.

Someone like Anaru?

SERENA: Or me.

Or himself.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Yeah, it wasn't perfect,
what we had,

but it was good
and it was going to be great.

But then Vince's life
got in the way.

You mean the drinking
and the drugs and stuff?

Yeah.

He gave them up.

I guess you could say
when he gave all that up,

he gave up me too.

He told everyone else
to make sure I stayed away.

Because you represented
that side of himself?

Hey, I never claimed
to be a saint.

From what I've heard,
some real weird stuff happened,

and then she showed up
at their rehearsal room one day

and Vince said if he ever saw
her again, he would kill her.

Yeah, it did go weird there.

And one day, you know,
everything went pear-shaped.

With Vince threatening
to kill her.

Well, he didn't mean it.

You know, it just came out,

I reckon, in the heat
of the moment.

Point is, he wanted her
to go away and she did...

For two years.

Until this weekend.

Did you come to the festival
with the intention

of seeing Vince again?

Yeah.

And did you arrange
to meet with him?

Yeah.

Is you being here the reason
you and him were arguing

in the pub
the afternoon before he died?

Okay, are you getting this?!

Is this seeping into
whatever's left up there

that might still work?

Oh, I wouldn't call it
an argument, but yeah.

I mean, I haven't actually
seen him in person

for a couple of years.

And no, he wasn't exactly

pleased to find out
that I was here.

Well, you hadn't been to
a Starscraper gig in two years?

Well, luckily I had
other things to keep me busy.

- Such as?
- Life.

So why try and find Vince now?

- Life.
- Meaning what?

Meaning it's my business,
not yours.

So how did he find out that
you were at the festival?

RICKY: I told him.

Why?

Because I thought that
he should talk to her.

And how did you know that
Lisa would be at the festival?

I gave her a lift there
in the gear van.

Yeah, that'll do it.

She contacted me,

said she wanted to come,

wanted to try
and make things right.

I thought it was about time that
things got straightened out,

so I told Vince,
arranged the meeting.

At the pub?

RICKY: Yes.

I thought you were there
just to have a beer.

A man can do two things at once.

That is true.

So, what "stuff" are we talking
about here?

That's between Lisa and Vince.

Just Lisa now.

I guess so.

Does it even matter anymore?

I mean, Vince is dead.

It's just me now.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

So, I guess that brings us back
to the events of yesterday at,

what was it,
the Blue Pill Stage?

Mm.
Not our finest hour, for sure.

VINCE: Alright, B-Bass!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Who's here for Starscraper?

You know this guy.

ANARU: I mean, things might've
looked cool onstage,

but Vince was carrying
some serious attitude.

Vince wasn't cheered up
by the thought

of performing to the faithful?

Vince was not.

He arrived in a foul mood

and, ah, other influences
made things worse.

Other influences?

I was playing a deejay set
just before them.

Nice scheduling
from the dumb-ass in charge.

I knew Vince would be backstage
waiting to come on, so...

I finished my set
with a Starscraper song,

one with me singing on it,

one I knew Vince would hate
with a passion.

♪ Can we just fall in love
again? ♪

♪ Can we just be
in love again? ♪

♪ Is this the way
you want to be? ♪

♪ Or do you run away from me? ♪

Yeah, he was really pissed off,
you could tell.

But that's why she was
doing it... to wind him up.

Wow, I love that song.

Serena is a total snake,
but she can really sing.

Man, I would have loved
to have been there to hear that.

After coming all that way, you
didn't actually see them play?

Well, I figured after
what happened that afternoon

that being nowhere near Vince
would be a good idea.

KRISTIN:
So where were you instead?

I was just hanging out.

If her aim was
to break up the band,

she needn't have bothered.

Because of Vince's death?

No, 'cause Vince was
way ahead of her.

Have a good one.

Yeah, you too.

Enjoy it.

Last one ever.

Yeah, after tonight,
you and me are over.

There's only so much betrayal
I can live with

before I need to cut it
out of my life.

SERENA: Thank you, B-Bass,
you've been amazing,

I love you, good night!
Whoo!

And how'd that make you feel?

Does it matter?

Well, given everything
everyone else has said

about this guy,
you should be jumping for joy.

I don't see you jumping.

Yeah, it ripped me apart.

But I didn't kill Vince
because he broke up the band.

So how'd he die?

You know, you're the first
to actually ask that.

Maybe no one else really cares.

But you do?

He had talent.

And he certainly had
that ego you need

to stand in front of a crowd
and bare his soul like that.

Didn't he also throw
a mic stand at you?

I'd like to think it was more
in my general direction,

but yeah, he probably did...
Old times' sake.

Mind you,

Vince was leaving nothing
to chance last night.

He'd clearly decided to go out
on a blaze of glory.

VINCE: Alright, B-Bass!

Who's here for Starscraper?

[ Cheers and applause ]

Everyone knows this guy.

[ Drum 'n' bass music plays ]

What do you want from me?

Huh?

What do you want?

Do you want my heart?

Do you want my soul?

It's too late!

It's too late for that,
I sold that, years ago!

Don't you get that?

I have nothing to give you!

I have nothing that you want!

I am nothing!

If you killed me
right here, right now,

you'd be doing me a favor.

- [ Crowd gasps ]
- [ Feedback whines ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Vince groans ]

So, when he walked
off that stage,

that was the last time
you saw Vince Scully alive?

Yeah.

No.

I did see him, backstage,

after Anaru and I
had finished the gig.

Thank you again, B-Bass!

I'm Serena, you've been amazing!
Good night!

Didn't take her long
to jump into my grave.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Fashioning an ending.

Look, I know that your life
is messed up right now,

but you can't just
throw all of this away.

I'm not throwing
anything away, mate.

Everything that we've worked
so hard for,

you're throwing it all away.

Okay, maybe
I'm throwing you away, Anaru,

but I'm sure you'll land
somewhere nice and comfy,

like between Serena's legs.

Wait... is that what
this is all about?

Whatever works for you, man.

Look, I didn't steal
Serena from you.

I know. I gave her to you.

And now I'm giving you
both your freedom

so you can do
whatever the hell you want,

just as long
as it doesn't involve me.

I'm sorry if that's more of
a poison chalice

than you were expecting.

It's just music, Anaru.

Sound waves
moving through the air.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

And that was the last time
I saw Vince alive.

Because, as it happened,

Vince was off drinking
from the poison chalice.

Nothing to do with me.

So, presuming Vince Scully
died not long after

walking off the stage,
where were you at that time?

Anaru and I were
in the camper van.

There were idiots going crazy
all around us,

so we curled up,
in bed, had sex,

and then we fell asleep.

Is that enough of an answer
for you, Detective?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

I guess I would have been
loading the gear into the van.

What I do every gig.

I don't know exactly what time
that would've been,

but I was probably
getting arrested.

You guys would have that
on your records though, right?

I was in the camper van,
with Serena,

she was sound asleep,
so you're just gonna have

to take my word for that.

MIKE: You weren't at
the festival, where were you?

CAMERON: I don't know.

You don't know where you were?

I don't know exactly.
There was a lot going on.

Like, apparently,
a riot breaking out.

- Apparently.
- Apparently?

After the headlining act
refused to play,

there was a riot,
the police were called,

multiple arrests were made.

You don't remember any of this?

- Of course I do.
- According to the reports,

you were nowhere to be found
at the time.

Mr. Lazenby, I need you to
understand how serious this is.

While the riot was going on
and you were absent,

Vince Scully was being poisoned
by an overdose of a drug

by the name of AAF.

And I believe that a quantity
of it was seized,

by you, at the gates.

Am I right?

You can see the two things I'm
putting together here, right?

They're here.

I'm screwed every other way,

might as well go down
for this as well.

That's some of it.

I confiscated them,
and yeah, I kept them,

but I didn't give any to Vince.

Actually, what we're
talking about here

is the concentrated liquid

which gets sprayed on the stuff
to make the joints.

We believe that is
what killed Vince.

I don't know about any of that.

'Cause I wasn't there.

While Vince was dying.

I wasn't there till next morning
when the van thing happened.

MIKE: Where were you?

I was here.

On the floor. In a ball.

I thought about smoking one of
the joints, but I hate smoking.

So...

I just lay there.

In the dark.

And quiet.

I abandoned my own festival.

This thing I'd dreamed
of my whole life...

I just couldn't face it.

I wanted to kill
every single one of them.

I couldn't stand it.

I couldn't stand them.

But I ran away...

So I ran away.

[ Somber music plays ]

- [ Line rings]
- KRISTIN: Hey, Mike.

MIKE: So there were
lots of drugs

circulating at the festival.

But who had access to the AAF

that ended up in
Vince's drink bottle?

Well, for me,
when I hear "roadie,"

I think "drug dealer," but
that's probably stereotyping.

So, should we get a warrant
to search the gear van?

If Ricky Sua is dealing drugs,

then that's where
we'll find them.

Which means, team,
you need to stall him.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

I reckon you can't keep us all
here any longer.

Oh, no, we've done
with your mates, they've gone.

So that means
that I can leave too.

I just have a couple of quick
follow-up questions for you,

if you'd be so kind.

What are they?

- Sorry?
- These follow-up questions.

If you just bear with me...

ah, for a minute... okay?

[ Sighs ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Hey, Mike.

Neil, do you have a minute
for a quick, quiet word?

Surely. Come on through.

So, is it a rash or...?

What?

Well, people often ask
for privacy

to discuss the more
intimate afflictions.

It's about the B-Bass
music festival.

Right, yeah, yeah, of course.

Sorry.

Not the most popular thing
ever to hit Broken wood, I admit.

It's not about whether we should
have given them a permit

or whatever, it's about
what happened at the festival.

The riot?

No, not even that.

There was a death.

It's not quite
public knowledge yet.

Oh, my God, that's terrible.

I understand you were roped into
drug testing up there.

Not roped in,
I volunteered to do it.

Sure. I just want to know
what you found.

You know that's awkward for me,
right?

Kids bring their pills in
to be tested

on the understanding that it is
completely confidential,

especially when it comes
to the police.

I'm not here
to debate drug laws.

I have a guy
who's overdosed on AAF

and I just want to know if there
was a lot of it going round.

Awesome.

Yeah, I wasn't to the guy
who died.

No, no.
That's what it's called...

As in Awesome As...

Yeah, I am aware of that, Neil.

And no, mercifully none of that
stuff crossed my path at B-Bass.

None at all?

Well, that doesn't mean
that it wasn't there.

I test pills, and the pills
I tested there were mostly

of a very high quality.

No nasty surprises.

AAF is normally smoked.

Yeah, also aware of that.
Hey, thanks for your time.

NEIL: Oh, before the death is
public and the righteous start

jumping up
and down about drugs,

you should know that
the so-called riot

and most of the injuries
across the weekend...

All down to good
old-fashioned booze.

Oh.

CHALMERS: Mm.

[ Clears throat ]

Gjallahorn?

What's that all about?

It was Vince's side project.

Is it, what, um, German?

RICKY: Norse.

Old Norse stuff.

CHALMERS:
Like white supremacist stuff?

No, just, he was really
into old Norse stuff...

Used to bang on
about it all the time.

Mm, Gjallahorn.

And that was going to be
the name of the band?

RICKY: Just him.
Playing really loud,

because Gjallahorn
was going to be the horn

that was heard in all the worlds
when Ragnarok kicked off.

Is Ragnarok another band?

Nah, it's the end of the world.

That's dark.

That was Vince.

Search warrant.

For the van you were driving.

Why are you giving it to me?

CHALMERS: Because you were
driving the van.

The van belongs to the band.

Yeah, but you were
driving it.

But it's the band's van,
not mine.

Okay, so you won't
be worried about

what they'll find in there,
will you?

'Course not.

Look, you need to know
that if you do find drugs,

they are legally
not my problem.

KRISTIN: Unless of course
they're your drugs.

Look, we put signs up.
We had people checking the bags.

If people want to bring drugs
here, that's their business.

Unless you're taking a cut,

in which case
it's your business too.

- I would never.
- That's good to know.

CAMERON: All I'm saying is that
if word gets out

that this was some kind of
drug free-for-all,

that would just be
the crap-flavored icing

on the crap cake.

KRISTIN: Well, haven't you
already reached that point,

what with the dead guy
found in the camper?

OFFICER: Boss.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Why do you care?

About what?

RICKY: About Vince being dead.

It's my job.

RICKY: But he was not
a good person.

Still my job.

The way he treated women...

that was not right.

Yeah, I hear that.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Am I helping you
with your inquiries?

- You could say that.
- Then I no longer wish to help.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Bugger.

Mr. Sua. You've got somewhere
you have to be, do you?

Indeed.
Far away from here.

Well, we'd like to keep
talking to you.

I no longer wish to help.

Well, I have a few questions
about these substances

and the money
we found in your van.

I told you... not my van.

Okay, the van I personally
saw you driving,

the van in which we found
many of your belongings,

the van everyone says "Oh, yeah,
no, that's Ricky's van."

I still don't know
anything about

anything you're talking about.

And yet I could arrest you
here and now.

Or you could turn around.

Follow me.

The boss will be here soon.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

MIKE: Thank you for coming.

You must be Brianna.

DSS Mike Shepherd.

Just Mike will do.

Am I going to get arrested?

I asked Frodo to make it clear

that all I wanted
to do was talk.

Yeah, and I did.

Yeah but isn't
that what cops say

right before they arrest you?

Not in this case, I swear.

All I want to find out
is what went on

at the festival on Sunday night.

Especially in terms of what
drugs were doing the rounds.

Frodo, maybe it'd be best
if I talked to Brianna alone.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe you could get us
all some coffees.

You can see how that might
be hurtful to me right now.

Let me make this clear.

Whatever you tell me now,
it goes no further.

- Okay?
- Okay, sure.

So there were a lot of drugs
going around?

Yeah, heaps.

What types?

How do you mean?

I'm wondering about something
called AAF...

Awesome?

Yeah, I believe that is
what it goes by.

Nah, I didn't see any of that.

It was mostly just like
pingers and stuff.

Ecstasy?

Yeah, and it was really
good stuff too.

- Right.
- Or so I heard.

People kept coming up
to the coffee cart,

and they were raving about this
stuff that the Angel gave them.

- The Angel?
- Yeah.

There was this woman
dressed as an angel,

and if you went up to her
and asked,

then she would
sell you the drugs.

And what did she look like?

Angel wings, sparkly angel face
makeup, angel outfit.

Like... an angel?

Okay, okay.

I only spoke to her for a bit,
and it was really dark

when she came up
to the coffee cart.

- So you spoke to her?
- Yes.

She wanted to get a coffee
but she didn't have any money

because she'd already given it
to the Buddha Man.

The Buddha Man?

Yeah, the Buddha Man is where
the pingers were coming from.

Could you describe
the Buddha Man?

Nah, I never saw
the Buddha Man.

I only saw the Angel
when she came up

and swapped a coffee
for a pinger.

Could your friends
describe the Angel?

If you want to know
what the Angel looked like,

you could just watch that video.

What video?

There was this video
that was uploaded last night...

Um, that dick from Starscraper,

he's, like, throwing
his microphone at Aura.

Anyway, he then,
like, storms offstage,

and you can see the Angel
in that video.

Thanks.

VINCE: ...if you killed me

right here, right now,

you'd be doing me a favor.

- [ Crowd gasps]
- [ Feedback whines]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Kids are gonna do
what they're gonna do.

At least this way,
they're getting the good stuff.

You mean if you sell it to them.

RICKY: There are good drugs,
there are bad drugs.

Isn't it better that if
they're gonna take anything,

that they take the good stuff?

As opposed to AAF.

How come, if Vince was such
a straight-edge these days,

it was AAF that killed him?

I cannot answer that.

Because you supplied it to him?

I would never sell that crap.

It preys upon the desperate.

Desperate like Lisa Hunter?

In the past, yes.

Turning her life around, is she?

She has quite a record
for drug-related offenses.

She did.

Even after she had her kid.

RICKY: Maybe, for some,
being a mother

isn't the magical experience
they say.

True, especially if the dad
wants to have nothing to do

with the kid, right?

I wouldn't know about that.

Come on. Aren't you the Buddha?

Dispensing wisdom and then
sending the Angel

out to deal your good stuff?

I'm not saying anything.

You don't have to.

So Vince is the father,
I take it.

Well, officially that bit
is blank, but the dates fit...

As to why she hasn't been
around the band

for the last couple of years.

Daddy didn't want to step up.

Hmm.

Where's the kid now?

MIKE: In foster care.

By all accounts,
Lisa's maternal instincts

are a bit hit and miss.

But we can ask her all that
when we find her.

Oh, come on.

Oh, shit.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

- Where's she running to?
- Yeah, I don't know.

But it's your turn.
I chased her last time.

She's faster than she looks!

[ Music ends ]

[ Chickens clucking ]

CHALMERS:
We need to talk further,

but I know somewhere
more comfortable.

Dramatic music plays...

♪ This is my vanishing point ♪

- ♪ The beauty undeviating ♪
- Go this way.

♪ I'm no prepare to
put myself through ♪

♪ Witnessing the destruction
of you ♪

♪ There is a grace
to coming clean ♪

♪ There is a world inside
unseen ♪

Dramatic music plays...

You seem very keen
to leave Broken wood.

I just want to get home, eh?

When was the last time
you saw your son?

Couple weeks ago.
But that's gonna change.

I'm sure it will.

I just need to get some cash together

and find a place
for us to live.

Where are you living now?

I'm just kind of between places
at the moment,

but I'm crashing with Ricky.

He's good-hearted.

That kid, he really turned
her life around, eh?

She was starting to get it together,

and they still took him
away from her.

Still said she was
an unfit mother.

Just wrong.

Yeah, he is.

He's my friend.

And did you ask Ricky
to bring you to the festival?

Yeah.

And why did you want
to come to the festival?

I wanted to see him again.

Vince Scully?

Yeah.

But he made it pretty clear

he didn't want
to see you, right?

Well, I had something
I wanted to show him.

MIKE: Is this what you wanted
to show him?

That's Jack.

That's our son.

You know I actually...
I tried to e-mail some photos

to Vince a couple times,
but he never responded.

I guess I thought
if I could show him

what he was missing out on...

You know,
what we were missing out on...

Then he would see, and then
we could go back to them,

as a couple,
and we could get Jack back.

Get out.

Don't.

Vince, please just wait,
please just look at this.

Lisa! You need to...

This is our son,
and sometimes he looks so much

like you
that it makes me want to cry.

I told you, whoever the father
of that kid is,

it's not me.

It's not me.

That must have hurt.

I expected it.

But you didn't give up, did you?

I thought eventually
he might see, you know?

So, if you're on this noble
quest to reunite the family,

how come the next thing you do
is to run around selling drugs?

Lisa, there are a lot of people
out there who will

identify you as the Angel
who was selling them drugs.

If you're defending Ricky,
there's no need.

He's admitted
the drugs were his.

If you want to come after me
for the drugs, fine.

But leave her out of it.

She's in a world
of pain already.

Okay?

Can we make a deal on that?

The drugs in the van,
they're yours?

RICKY: Yeah.

And you were selling them
at the festival?

Yeah. It was me. All me.

LISA: He was just trying
to help me out... get some cash

so I could get a place
and I could show them

that I'm ready
to get my son back.

Why the Angel?

[ Chuckles ]

It's from ages ago.

When I used to go to concerts
all the time.

The first night that Vince
and I met, he came up to me,

and he said
that he liked my costume.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

The concert... it was you
he was talking to, not Serena.

What do you want from me? Huh?
What do you want?

If you killed me

right here, right now,

you'd be doing me a favor.

Vince wasn't really
one to shy away

from making his point known.

After he left the stage, you
followed him back to the van?

No, I saw him backstage
talking to A-Dek.

VINCE: Didn't take her long
to jump into my grave.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Fashioning an ending.

ANARU: Look, I know that your
life is messed up right now,

but you can't just throw
all of this away.

I'm not throwing anything away.

So I just went to the van
and I waited.

Tell me about the AAF.

That has nothing to do
with Ricky.

Got that.

He doesn't even know
that I had that.

Where did you get it from?

A couple of guys I know
who make synthetics.

It's everywhere if you know
where to look for it.

Why did you bring it
to the festival?

Just in case.

Just in case he rejected you
for the last time?

Lisa, did you bring it with the
intention to poison Vince Scully

in case things didn't work out?

I knew things wouldn't work out.

In the time between
getting into the van

and Vince arriving back,
tell me what you did.

You know what I did.

Somber music plays...

♪ I'm going to answer ♪

♪ Protecting ♪

♪ Can be so hard to forgive ♪

♪ It's not what I thought ♪

♪ It's not what I pictured ♪

♪ When I was ♪

♪ Imagining my mind ♪

♪ You're so nervous ♪

Jesus,

how actually dumb are you?

A lot less than you think, actually.

Get out.

Fine, I'll go.
I just want to say one thing.

I'm not interested.

Get out.

You missed your chance.

I mean, like, you really,
really missed your chance.

♪ Apparently I'm not done ♪

Look at what we could have had.

But you blew it.

Yeah, right, so nothing to do
with you being a complete freak.

♪ If you... ♪

Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted you to know,
that's all.

You just need to know.

You finished?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're finished.

[ Somber music plays ]

So you came here to kill him.

I came here to give him
the peace that he wanted.

Vince was a creature of habit,
especially after he gave up

all the bad ones
that made him fun.

Every night, before sleeping,

he would down a handful
of supplements,

and then would wash it down
with this godawful-tasting

health drink
that he would mix himself.

Dramatic music plays...

[ Choking ]

Drum 'n' bass music plays...

What's going on?

Can you feel it?

Feel what?

Well, the music...
The way it touches you.

Vince is gone.

Lisa, what have you done?

Was it Ricky's idea for you
to get arrested as an alibi?

Accessory after the fact
is the least of his worries.

Here's what you need to do.

You need to ditch
the Angel get-up

and then you need
to get yourself arrested.

LISA: Given what I've just done,

I don't think that that
would be too difficult.

No, no, no. Not for that.

There's like a full-on fight
going on over at the Portaloos.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

Go! You need to go!

Drum 'n' bass music plays...

Turns out it doesn't take much
too get arrested around here.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

CROWD: Fight, fight, fight!

I guess obstructing an officer
in the course of duty

is the least
of my worries, right?

[ Somber music plays ]

Do you think that they're gonna
let me see my son

when I'm in prison?

Guess I could say
something about

everything turning to shit,

but that would be rubbing
your nose in it, right?

What do you want, Doug?

You know I can't pay you, right?

DOUG: Maybe I'm here to
throw you a lifeline.

Maybe I'm here to say
you don't need to pay me at all.

Maybe we can let this one ride
till your next festival.

I severely doubt there's gonna
be a next festival.

Well, you'll live; You'll learn.

You'll be back.

You might just need to
take a good long look

at your musical choices.

Might even find something
people want to listen to.

And you'd let me stage it here?

Sure.

What do you think
about yodeling, Cameron?

That'll be music to a man's ear.

[ Yodels ]

[ Laughs ]

A mighty effort, team.

Thanks for today.

Anyone fancy a beer
at the Snake and Tiger?

Ah, I'll pass.
I'm keen to get home.

Another time, though.
Good night.

- Night.
- KRISTIN: Night.

Okay, well, that was
a total deflection.

Well, it's been a long day.

Yeah, following a long
weekend out of town.

- Did he say where he went?
- Nope.

Hm, I think he's got
something going on.

Or maybe he likes
to keep things to himself.

In the same way that some people

like to keep their
musical tastes to themselves.

Oh, yeah, nice try.

Gangster rap.

Yeah.

Nah.

Every time you say
"yeah," you mean "nah."

Yeah.

Okay, now you're messing
with me.

- Classical.
- Nah.

Oh, no, now you really
are messing with me.

It's just too easy.

I'll find out one day.

Classic rock plays...

Country music plays...

♪ Can have a little peace
in my darkest night ♪

♪ Have I paid enough dues
to stop for a while? ♪

♪ You might think
I've been wasting my time ♪

♪ But I've just been searching
for a little ♪