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Good crumb.
Not too chewy. I say...

Hey. Hey.

Oh, smooth. What is it?
Something juicy?

- Oh, it's, um...
- Dumb video, you'd hate it.

Go on, play it.

Hi, I'm Briar-Lee.

I'm at Reuben's Cafe,
where the harbour glimpses

are super pretty, and I'm
looking forward to breakfast.

Who am I kidding?
It's very late brunch.

Oh, I recognize her.

- She's a food critic.
- Influencer.

Main man, Reuben behind
the counter is a total DILF.

- D is for "dude," right?
- It's absolutely D for dad.

Well, obviously not,
because I don't have the--

My sour dough.

The sour dough's
maybe not quite as

exciting as the pastry offerings.

Not quite.

Good crumb,
not too chewy.

I'd say it could be the
seventh best sour dough loaf

in Auckland.

This side of Auckland.

Hey.

I nearly gave up this time.

Oh, yeah. I'm so sorry.

I just had to comment
on a video.

Talk to me about a case,
anything but bread.

Actually, there may be
some bread in this one.

Bakery delivery van was found
at dawn on Tuesday,

three weeks ago
in a lake near Rangiriri.

- Mm-hm.
- Josh Boyer was found inside.

They pulled the van
out of the water,

but he was already dead.

Josh was 28 years old.

Part time security guard,
also worked in a shop

and on deliveries
for his fiancee.

- Steph Rozentals.
- Wait.

Steph Rozentals,
of Rozentals Bakery?

I thought you might've
heard of them.

Oh, finest sour dough in
Auckland, according to some.

They make a pretty mean
Portuguese tart.

Ah, yes, well, Portuguese tarts
are mean, bugger all custard,

even less tart.

- Coroner's report?
- Death by drowning.

They found water in his lungs.
Also traces of flour.

- Occupational hazard, I guess.
- What kind of flour?

Wheat. I think.

You know, it says here that
Josh Boyer was a navy diver.

Well, he'd know how to get out
of a sinking car.

And blunt force trauma?

Consistent with hitting his head
on the back panel of the cabin

as he left the road.

Okay. Well, it looks like
an accident then.

Time of death was between
00 and 4:00 a.m.

Maybe he fell asleep
at the wheel,

banged his head
as he hit the water.

So why is this loaf not rising
for you, detective?

This is a delivery down
South to some cafes

that Steph Rozentals supplies.

You know,
normal run, normal time.

It just seems odd that Josh
would fall asleep at the wheel

an hour into a drive he'd done
plenty of times before.

You have a suspect?

Steph didn't divorce her husband
until a year ago.

Zachary Rozentals,
they were a team.

Ran the shop together.
Famously feisty the whole time.

They were either fighting
each other

or behind the proving cabinets,
doing somethin' else.

Bakers are
a passionate lot.

You know, that has been
my experience.

What were the Rozentals
doing that night?

Phone records placed them both
in their respective bakeries

all night, and they opened
as per usual.

- So the bread got baked.
- And the Portuguese tarts too?

So, you gonna take a look?

There are 20 varieties of wheat
grown around the world, Harry,

and seven species.

So when I ask about wheat...

- I have more homework to do.
- That's right.

Paint me a picture
of Josh Boyer's

life in the month
before he died.

On it.
Josh is all over the socials.

All of them.
Never made a breakfast

he didn't want to photograph.

And he spends a lot of time
in gym shorts.

Alexa?

Help me out here. There seem to
be two Rozentals bakeries.

Zachary Rozentals
set up a rival

one after the divorce.

Which is which? I want to talk
to Steph Rozental.

They don't say.
Both shops claim they're the OG.

Okay.

Hi. Uh, can I talk to
Steph Rozentals, please?

They have second rate breads,
which you're after then.

Yes, Steph's definitely
who you need.

I think maybe I came
in the wrong store.

No, no, not if you want
good bread. You haven't.

You must be Zachary,

and I'll make my own judgment
about bread.

Thank you. Can I have a sour
dough loaf, please?

I feel like I know you.

Where-where have we met?

- Previous life?
- Yeah.

When you were more charming.

Thank you.

- Morena!
- Morena!

Wow.

I've heard so much about the
sour dough in this place.

That Steph Rozentals really got
the magic touch, hasn't she?

- Or is this your work too?
- Oh, no.

I leave the bread to them.
I mean, Steph, I mean.

- Oh, you're the pastry chef.
- Milos, the name.

Forty years in the game.
But you can call me Milo.

- Everyone does.
- Hi, Milo.

Ooh. Can I have
one of your custard tarts?

No, no. You may have one of my
Portuguese tarts

made with puff pastry
and cinnamon.

Perfect. Oh, and the potato
sour dough too, please.

- Mm-hm.
- Oh, here she is.

Hi. Hi. Big fan.

I'm Alexa, I'm a bit of a bread
tragic, I'm afraid.

And dabble in sour dough myself
from time to time.

Okay. Hi.

Gosh, I would love to get a look
at the engine room

in this place.

Oh, no.
Customers in the kitchen. Sorry.

Oh, I'm not snooping
for secrets.

I've got kinda bit a few
of my own, actually.

I'm sure.

It's just that
I'm really fascinated

by equipment at this scale.

I use a Loobenschwegen at home.

A Loob?

Wow. I had one of those
years ago.

It's a beautiful machine,
but if anything goes wrong,

you have to ring Dusseldorf.

Tell me about it. I had
to teach myself German

just to get through to the
customer service department.

Schnell! No.

So in a shift we do 80 kilos of
white bread, 160 of sour dough.

- One-sixty?
- Yeah.

Forty wholemeal,
forty multigrain.

Wow. What kind of flour
do you use?

Uh, a good local organic.
It's not about the flour.

It's all about technique,
and with sour dough

the quality of the starter.

Yeah. True that.

I've been nurturing
my sour dough

starter for the last 18 months.

Well, the Rozentals bakery
starter goes back 70 years.

It's been in your family
that long?

- Three generations?
- Well, yeah.

My husband's family.

His grandmothers, but I got it
in the divorce settlement.

You've been in the wars recently.

I was really sorry to
read about your fiance.

Yeah. Yeah, it's been, um...

It's been tough.

Josh was...

I can't believe he's gone.

Was it a whirlwind romance?

Yeah, he, um...

He'd stop by late on his
security rounds.

And then he started coming for
the best coffee in Auckland.

- Likely story.
- Yeah. It's not very good.

It's true.
We've had bad reviews.

Oh, not by that
Briar-Lee, the Bread Whisperer.

Might have been.

But Josh was just so sweet
and attentive.

And...

Y-you know, he took me up on a
hot air balloon to propose.

That was just a week before...

his, um, his accident.

Well, sweet and attentive works.

Especially after your husband.

- Oh.
- Tsk. You met him then?

Well, I accidentally
went in the shop earlier.

He is an unbelievable idiot.

He thinks getting
a fancy coffee machine

is going to give him each.

But if you want second rate
bread, he is your man.

Yeah, it's kind of what I heard.

Customer uploaded this month
before Josh died.

Okay, this is Zachary's.
Let's see what you think.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe
like an eight year old boy,

like this child that I was
married to for most of my life.

This is fine, too.
Maybe not as good.

Yeah, the other one's better.
Steph's sour dough.

Sorry. Who said yes to who?
Well, I think it was you.

Back off, mate!
Get out of here.

- Oh, okay...
- Oh, this is going well.

- Oh, shut up!
- Just leave it, Steph.

- Is that Josh?
- Yeah.

Josh seems awfully protective.

It's kind of sweet,
the way he swoops in there.

I think Steph's big enough
to look after herself.

You know, she said that the
store had been reviewed.

Maybe it's that Briar-Lee?

You know,
I can't find the review.

There's a big gap in her post.

Have you been stalking
Briar-Lee online?

- Oh, stalking such an ugly word.
- Gosh.

What if she likes Steph
sour dough more than yours?

Ha-ha. Just find me that review.

And what about Josh anyway?

Josh left the Navy five years
back for health reasons,

but he's pretty fit.

He dives and kick-boxes.

He worked as a bouncer
for a few months.

Hm-mm. Oh!

So what did Josh post about his
engagement to Steph?

I haven't seen that.
Nothing on Insta or Facey.

- Hey. Ah, bit of news.
- Good.

Yeah. Try these.

Yep. It's bread.

- Is it important?
- I'll let you know.

Forensics ran some tests on the
flour and Josh's lungs.

Spectroscope says
it's a European variety.

- Old school.
- An heirloom strain.

You know, there's millers here

that import the stuff
and then grind it locally.

- Okay. Is that significant?
- We'll soon find out.

- Good morning, Zachary.
- Oh, hi.

Look, I really adored
your sour dough.

- Oh.
- You've got the magic touch.

- Thank you. I appreciate it.
- Yeah.

Look, I'm a little bit of a
bread tragic myself,

and I would love to get a look
at the engine.

Hey, I realised how we
know each other.

Yeah. You, um,
you took over our order

at Reuben's Cafe by the water?

No, I don't think I took--

Yeah, I've-I've seen you
bouncing there

with an arm full of loaves.

So how do you do it?
You've got a little

kitchen oven at home
or something.

Well, it is true
that I have a small--

I know you work
for the police, too.

Technically, in parallel.

So I was just about that idiot
and my ex had a fling with,

because he worked for Steph.
you know,

he-he-he followed
around everywhere.

I mean, he died
delivering her bread.

- His name was Josh.
- Right.

And, look, sad loss.

But once again...

you have the wrong bakery.

When I said,
make yourself at home...

Hey. How come you dumped
the Rozentals?

- Eh?
- Yeah.

They used to be your bread
suppliers, and now they're not.

- Why?
- Well, because of you, Alexa.

No? Really?

Well, you turned up that morning

with this fantastic
bag of bread.

You swept me off my feet.
I couldn't say no to you,

so I had to say goodbye
to the Rozentals.

Wait a minute. You said that

your mother used to supply
your sour dough.

And you chose to believe me.

No good comes from
discussing exes.

Oh, so there's been
more than one.

How many bread suppliers have
you had prior to me?

Well, I don't keep count.

I have a cafe,
and my cafe has needs.

It's all about you now.

- So I'm your supplier.
- And I'm very happy with that.

But my bread's better
than Rozentals, right?

- Of course.
- Poof. Yeah.

Hey, I almost forgot to ask.

Did you tell Zachary
that I work with the police?

Well... Well, it got him
off my back, when I cut him off.

Mmm. Yes, I do understand.

Only now, you owe me.

Zachary Rozentals.
It's been a while.

G'day, mate.

Hey, I've, uh...

I just met the, the woman
who's baking your bread now.

That would be Alexa Crowe.
She's--

Mate, I don't know why
you're wasting your time

on a baking dilettante.

You know,
she works for the police.

She got you here
digging dirt up on me?

No, not at all.

She did ask about you and Steph.

And it reminded me I was meaning
to check in.

No, nothing.

Mate, hospo's look after
each other.

And with you starting out
on your own,

I thought I'd come
and grab a few samples.

Oh, okay. You, ah,
thinking about dumping Alexa?

- Not as such.
- What? Be quick.

I can't find anything about
Josh's discharge from the Navy.

You called me for that?

Yes, but I'm on an Alexa.
Hi again, by the way.

Discharge is meant to be
super private, but yeah, nah.

Everyone in the navy
gossips like crazy.

Navy dirty laundry
is Beth's specialty.

Look, I need you to find out
more about Josh

and more about
Zachary Rozentals.

I think that the flour
found in Josh's lungs

came from Zachary's kitchen.

So he was there the night
he died.

Which means that
somebody's lying.

Josh Boyer was murdered.

I took Zachary's flour bag down
to the tech guys myself,

so I want to know
how you got it.

- Nicked it.
- Yeah, I thought as much.

The flour matches the particles
we found in Josh's lungs.

And, yes, they were inhaled
not long before he died.

So Josh was in
Zachary's kitchen.

Which doesn't get us far.

- What about motive?
- Oh, no.

If ever a man bore a grudge,
it's Zachary Rozentals.

He's still furious with me
for taking one of his customers.

Sorry.

Imagine how he feels
about Steph. I mean,

divorce can be toxic, right?

So maybe killing Josh
was payback.

Or he just didn't like Josh
moving in on his ex-wife.

Or both.

- So you work for the police?
- Well, not exactly.

But, yes, there are some
loose ends to tie up.

Some loose ends
about a car accident.

Was Josh living with you?

Yeah. I have been, um...

I mean, trying to pack up
his things.

- It's, it's been a bit... hard.
- Right.

I actually believe that
Josh went over to your

ex-husband's bakery that night.

- Any idea why he'd do that?
- Um, he didn't do that.

Well, you said that he went to
work with you about 11:00 p.m.,

and he was there cleaning
all night.

Yeah, I was doing the first
round of bread

for the out of town deliveries.

So he could have ducked out,

you know,
just pop down the road.

No, no, he was there the
whole time, I checked on him.

And then he took the van
out at 2:00 a.m.,

and I saw him off.

And then he drove towards
the motorway...

And that was the last time
I saw him.

Well, you shouldn't feel bad
about keeping his stuff.

Memories are all you have left.

He was really tired.
He, he hadn't rested.

And he'd been to the gym.
And then he went out to Piha.

And, I shouldn't have
let him drive.

What time did your pastry chef
arrive at work?

Milo? He wasn't with me then.

I was doing my own
patisserie work.

Milo worked for Zachary
after the divorce.

He only just joined me recently.

Oh, he got fed up with Zachary?

Zachary sacked him actually.

He'd some sort of meltdown.

He's a bloody idiot.
Don't ask me why.

Well, that seems weird because

Milo worked for you guys
for years.

Yeah, well, naturally.
That's why I snapped him up.

So when did Zachary
sack Milo exactly?

Oh, I can't be completely sure,

but, uh, maybe the 15th.

Well, the 15th is the
date of Josh's accident.

Was it?

Yeah, it was a difficult day
all around.

Ah, well, I was baking
that night.

- Same old.
- In a bad mood?

You'd fired Milo.
What had he done?

It was just...
That was an impulse thing.

I was shaking things up.

Milo had been working
here forever,

and I've got,
I got young Marigold now, so...

You sacked him without notice.

Did he freak out?

Did Josh walk in
in the middle of it?

Well, I sacked Milo by text.

And w-what's Josh
got to do with it?

Your favourite flour was found
in Josh's lungs.

He was here that night.

He wasn't. And that flour
really isn't that rare.

Actually, have you, have you
checked to see if Steph uses it?

I think we both know that Steph
doesn't use hand milled,

imported French grain.

Well, the guy probably snorted
it up his nose somewhere else.

The boyfriend was a little bit
of a try hard,

probably up for anything.

That boyfriend was
Steph's fiance.

And she's suffering.

You didn't know
he was the fiance?

Yeah. Of course I did.

Okay. Sure. Yeah. Alright.

Steph's had a rough time.

Doesn't mean that she doesn't
have the hide of a rhino.

The GPS data backs up Steph.

Josh's phone was in the city,
then out at Piha,

and then at the bakery
until 2:00 a.m.

Anything interesting
in his texts?

There's a lot to Steph with love
hearts, like he's a total simp.

I think the word is uxorious.

Hey, I found Briar-Lee's review
of Steph's place in an archive.

Very lukewarm.
It had actually been deleted.

And then she stopped doing
reviews for months.

Uh-huh. Why?

Holidays? Alien abduction.
It doesn't say.

Well, use all your skills
and find out.

- What about Zachary's phone?
- Texts coming to you.

Here's the one sacking Milo
at 1:00 a.m.

Harsh.

I was shocked, especially by
text, not Zachary's style.

- He must have felt betrayed.
- Oh, they're both crazy.

Zach, glad to apologize
that morning.

Take back the sacking.
I told him, "Stuff it!" Yeah.

And then Steph offered me a job.

Are those straight
out of the oven?

Portuguese tarts made with puff,
pastry and cinnamon.

Mm.

Don't you just want to get away
from both of them?

Oh, they're hard to be
around, true.

But, they were a great team.

All the competition made them perfectamo.

Well, they're still at
one another's throats.

True. True. But Steph
is easier to work with,

especially with Josh not around.

Sorry to say, but Josh could be
a bit, uh, pop, pop, pop.

Unhinged. He came down,
threatened me at Zach's one day.

- Physically threatened you?
- Yeah. He said I should quit.

He got stroppy.
I tried to push him out.

He smacked me one.
And then Steph turned up,

and dragged him away.

Fancy.

I think Josh had anger
management problems.

He attacked Milo in
Zachary's bakery a while back.

So maybe Milo pushed him
into the lake.

He gets sacked and then he goes
and murders Josh?

Nah. I want you and Beth
to dig a little deeper

into Josh's past.

You know, find out
if it was spicy and sweet,

savoury or stale.

Already on it.

Hey, I might have some
more information

about that Briar-Lee
review soonish.

Oh, God.

Your digital sleuthing powers
are legendary.

So you hated
Steph Rozentals shop?

Uh, hell, no.

My audience doesn't want hate.

They want to hear what's good,
what's trending hot.

Well, you weren't very positive
about Steph's.

She is iconic, but the cafe side
of her business lets her down.

I noticed that you stopped doing
reviews for a few months

just after the Rozentals post.

Comments deleted.
"See you later."

I'm back now.

Good bread is my life.

But did something happen?

After I posted that
Rozentals review,

there was an attack on my pages.

Spambots posting hundreds
of links to porn sites

and incel chatrooms.

I couldn't do anything
but shut it down.

Do you know who did it?

It's very hard to trace
these things.

And it was devastating because
it's my livelihood, you know?

But I'm back now.
So far, so good.

You're not supposed
to do the interviews.

I am the season detective.

And I'm the trained digital
intelligence analyst.

Also, it was Briar-Lee who
you called a Gen-Z Muppet.

I have interviewed
plenty of muppets.

Not ones who marked your
sour dough seventh best.

You weren't to be trusted.

You know I'm right, eh, Chowder?

So tell me about
these spambots.

They came from a site
in Croatia.

Oh, yeah.
They hate Briar-Lee, too.

Someone gave them money
to mount the attack.

Is it impossible
to find out who?

Yes. The spambots were paid for

through a PayPal account
registered to...

- Josh Boyer.
- Will you stop doing that?

I can't.
I'm a seasoned detective.

Briar-Lee.

I'm not surprised to see you
here actually after that review.

It seems like you don't much
care for the bread here.

You supply Reuben's sour dough.
That's amazing.

Seventh best.
It's amazing.

Anywho, you spoke yesterday
to my colleague Madison

about that review you did
for Rozentals Bakery.

Briefly.

You stopped posting after
the spam attack

and then you started up again
a few weeks ago.

Yes.

Just after Josh Boyer died.

You knew Josh Boyer
attacked you.

So you knew it was safe
to start posting again.

I just said their coffee
was awful.

It wasn't even about
the bake stuff.

Did he find you?

He came to my apartment. He
screamed at me through the door.

Then the spam happened and it
was so ugly I was freaking out.

Major anxiety. I went to see
Steph Rozentals and--

- Steph was involved.
- Uh, I don't know.

I just asked her to
cool them off.

- What did she say?
- Pretty much zero.

Not a word.

Why didn't you tell Madison
this yesterday?

She said the cops were checking
into Josh's death.

And you didn't want to seem like
a suspect?

No. I didn't want to admit
I was happy Josh was dead.

Morning, Zachary.

- Morning.
- Sorry about the smell.

- Ugh!
- Sorry. Sorry.

- Disgusting.
- I will find it.

Sorry about the smell.

- Oh, Zachary? Mm.
- Yeah. It never stops.

- Remember Briar-Lee?
- Who?

She gave you a bad review
about three months back.

You know, about the coffee?

I've been doing this
for more than a decade,

and the worst critic
I've ever had was the man

that I was married to.

Still is.

Why would I care what a teenager
thinks about my coffee?

So you didn't send Josh
over to monster her?

Oh. Yeah, that was, um...

It was actually really embarrassing.

I tried to get him to stop,

but he was just really
protective, you know.

Eureka!

You stinky little shrimp.

- Is everything okay over here?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

'Cause your stunts are like
a Seth Rogen movie.

Oh, well, you get your recipes
off the internet, Steph.

You know, your pastry chef uses
custard powder in your Danishes?

You aware that Milo's using home
bran jam in your jam fancies?

Well, at least people fancy
our jam fancies.

Well, can I ask
a quick question?

No.

When did you start doing prawns?

Oh.

Zachary.

Zach!

Zach!

- Call an Ambulance.
- He never stops.

Zachary!

The ambo said he'll need a scan.

They're thinking
delayed concussion,

the bleed inside the skull.

- Oof!
- Delayed concussion?

When did he get hit?

There's old bruising on the back
of his head. Could be weeks ago.

Did he say anything to you
about it?

Oh, I haven't seen him
since he sacked me.

The morning after, he said
he couldn't think straight,

but we were arguing by then.

Did you have a crack
at him, Milo?

I'm the pastry chef.

Well, you-you-you think
I'm that guy?

Excuse me.

I need to close up.

One problem tomorrow.
First time ever,

either shop has been closed
for a day.

It's not your fault if
that's what you're thinking.

Although that crack about
the custard powder.

Now, that was a low blow.

Thanks.

- Do you think he'll be alright?
- Crack on the head.

They said a bump like that can
get your days, even weeks later.

Unless it was your fault.

What did you do?
Slug him with a rolling pin?

Baker's weapon
of choice.

No, we've never had to
resort to that.

What if it was Josh?

If he circled back
in the van that night,

arrived at Zachary's kitchen,
they got into a fight.

Zachary couldn't even fight
a 12-year-old.

He's just not wired like that.

Even in self-defence?

Why would Josh want
to attack Zachary?

We were, we were engaged.

Zachary was irrelevant.

You're very upset.

Even despite everything
Zachary's done.

I'm upset because I don't want
my husband to die.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Of course. Yeah.

Ex-husband.

Weird. Josh didn't post
a single thing

about his proposal to Steph.

Even though he hired
a hot air balloon?

I was engaged once...

but she left me
for some actor dude.

Glad there was no social media
oversharing back in my day.

- That would have been shameful.
- Mm. So shameful.

Thanks for your sympathy.

Oh, navy buddy. I'm on.

And I'm due at a
hospital stakeout. Exciting.

Mmm.

- Hey. What's this?
- Hi, sis.

It's your first dividend.

As number one investor
in my company.

I'm getting paid in
avocados now.

Yeah. Let's just go with that,
shall we?

Not going to last long if you
keep stealing their fruit.

It was tucked away in a corner.

They didn't even know
they had it.

Do you keep saying that about
their life savings?

Oh, hey, look at this, my mate.

Chows.

Hello, buddy.

What's going on here, then?

You scoping out the competition,
are you?

Yeah, kind of.

- This one was closed today.
- That's right.

- Mm.
- How'd you know that?

- You a regular there?
- Well, sort of.

I did have the best bread
I've ever had in my entire life.

- From there, a while back.
- Well, a bold claim buster.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Your bread is very good.

Alright, I'm telling you, sublime.

But it must have been a one off.
They've never had

the same bread back since.

Oh, yeah?
What's so special about it?

I don't know. It's just
different from the usual.

The Bakers swore blind that it
was the same as always.

- But I do not agree.
- When exactly was this?

I don't know,
about three weeks ago.

It was definitely a Tuesday.

I took a little loaf to my
Tuesday client.

She loved it.

She agreed. Delish.

I've been back
every Tuesday since.

And so far, it's the same
old sour dough.

Not that there's anything wrong
with sour dough.

I'm telling you, though,
you got to try this stuff.

Next time they have it,
I'm going to stock the freezer.

Okay. Thanks, Will.

Oh, yeah.
No, you're welcome.

You don't have any use
for guavas, do you?

I've got a client
who doesn't know.

He's got a whole hedge
full of them.

Ooh.

Nice fish, Josh.

Wait, wait, wait.
Wait for me.

- Steph, it's alright.
- Wait for me.

Just wait. I'll help you.

Yeah,
I'm-I'm alright.

- No, that's okay.
- Steph...

Steph. Steph.

Alexa!

I'm perfectly fine. There's no
need to check up on me.

No, I'm more concerned about
Zachary's health.

Can I talk to him?

- Yeah, Zachary's, um...
- Where did you stash him?

The old marital bed?

Well, Zachary and I seem to be
having a, a moment.

There's still something
between us.

Well, you were married
a long time.

Yeah, when Josh had his
accident, Zach was...

He was really there for me,
you know?

It was comforting.

I guess we've rekindled.

The loaf rose twice.

- I'd like to talk to Zachary.
- He's actually asleep.

- Well, he should be.
- Oh.

Can we, um, can we do this
another time? Maybe?

You lied about your
engagement to Josh.

You said no, didn't you?

How did he take it? You know,

given that he's got a temper
and all?

It wasn't a-a flat no,
it was more of a not yet.

He wasn't pleased,
but he sucked it up.

So why lie about it?

I just wanted to honour
his memory.

I wanted to go to his
funeral as a fiancee.

Not as some woman
he'd shacked up with.

Why do you and Zachary persist
with this charade of a feud?

You're back together.

We've fought a long war.

It's part of the
Rozentals brand now.

People love it.

Are you saying Josh
was a psychopath?

No. Psychopath has a very
specific meaning.

Yes, I know, but thank you
for mansplaining.

I'd say Josh is an angry dude.

Like beyond and awk.
He's definitely Uruk-hai.

What?

He was kicked out of the navy.

He got into a brawl in a pub
near his base

with three civilians and put
two of them in hospital.

Oh, they kept that quiet.

Kind of violent people
in the defence forces.

In fact, those texts of his
that you sent me...

They were kind of shouty too,
his plumber copped it.

Also a real estate agent
who spammed him.

Well, I might forgive him
for that one.

Um, Josh worked as a bouncer
after the navy,

but never in one job for long.

The punters, they pressed
his buttons too easily.

So many fractured jaws.
Never his.

You know, Steph had to keep him
away from Milo and Briar-Lee.

Briar-Lee?
She didn't tell me that.

Yeah, well, that's why
I do the interviews.

Hey, are you both the type of
person who would get offended

if I put a full stop
at the end of a text?

Hell, yeah.
It is so blunt. It's...

- And unnecessary.
- Really?

That's really important,
isn't it?

And you're not going to
tell us why.

Let's you and I take a little
trip out to the lake

where Josh died, Rangiriri.

Oh! Oh, if you're going out that
way, you have to go to

this main little produce market
just off the highway.

They sell the best pies.
You should totally get one.

- Hmm. That sounds good.
- We're working.

No pies.

So, the trip from Auckland
takes over an hour.

Yeah, if you don't stop
for food.

So, something happened to Josh
in Zachary's bakery that night.

What time did you say Zachary
fired Milo by text?

Four minutes past 1:00 a.m.

But what's that got to do
with anything?

Well, that's when it started.

Like maybe a fight or something.

So it took ten minutes,
and then moving the body.

I reckon they would have got
here about 3:20 a.m.

You think Zachary did it?

Get rid of the boyfriend?
Get his wife back? Okay.

So he shoves unconscious Josh
into the driver's seat,

starts the engine,
puts it in gear.

And watches it run into
the water good and deep.

Hmm. I figure it would have been
30 at earliest by then.

Zachary needed another car
to get back to town.

Oh, he had help.

There were two murderers.

Zachary and Milo?

So it took an hour
to get back to town.

There's no way that Zachary
got back in time to bake

for the shop that morning.

But they opened that day.
Same as usual.

Yeah, they did.

Alright. Well,
now that the work is done,

stop at that place
that Beth mentioned.

Look, she texted me
the directions,

and I'm starting to get
hangry here, so...

Sure. Anything for you.

- What'd you get?
- Kumara bread.

And one made with potato,
stays fresh longer.

See? Glad we stopped here.

Good. Come.

What's so urgent?

Come here.
I want you to try these.

Oh, you're branching out
from sour dough, are you?

Yes. Well, they're not mine,
so feel free to criticize.

Try that one.

This is the emergency.
You know I'm busy man.

Doing what? Stealing fruit?
Get involved.

Hm, not bad.

Try that one.

Oh, come on.

- How did you do that?
- Do what?

This is the good stuff,
from Rozentals bakery

I got that one time.

- That's what I thought.
- What did you do?

Did you bully them into making
it for you. Did you?

No, Zachary doesn't make
kumara bread.

He bought it from the markets
out south.

Oh, it's a bit naughty, isn't
it? Not that I'm complaining.

So, just for confirmation,
you definitely bought the bread

from Zachary Rozentals Bakery?

Eh? Is this about bread
or someone murder someone?

Both. You got it
from Zachary's, right?

- No.
- No?

No. They both had it.

I wanted lunch after my client,
so I went to Zachary's.

He'd run out, bam.

The competition
had the same good stuff.

What are the chances?

Can I take this home?

Yeah, sure.

- Hi, Zach.
- Oh!

Oh, my God!

Wh-what are you doing?

Sorry, I had to let myself in.

I just wanted to check
a couple of things.

Wh-what do you want?

If I can just borrow
your phone a second.

I will explain to you

exactly what happened here
three weeks ago.

- What?
- And maybe even why.

Zach, I got...

Hi, Steph.

Oh, you got Zach's message?

Actually, it's from me.

And now she's just
as confused as I am.

Three weeks ago, you came here
and you found Josh

waiting for you
with his spear gun.

No.

He made you hand over
your phone,

and he sent that text to Milo,
giving him the sack.

And that kept Milo
out of the way.

Ah, no. Again.

We've already been through
all of this with Milo.

Yes, but he texted Milo
in his style, not yours.

He didn't finish
with a full stop.

And now, you always use
a full stop.

And I think you use letters
instead of digits,

which I applaud.

However, Josh, he came here
to take care of you,

'cause he thought
you were a problem.

Problem for Steph's business
that he had to fix.

I mean, taking care of Milo for
daring to work for Zachary

after he opened the rival shop.

Just like he took care
of Briar-Lee

for posting a bad review.

See, Josh had a history of using
violence to solve problems,

but you knew that.

He'd watched you two at each
other's throats for months.

He could not guess what you
meant to one another,

even after the divorce.

So when Steph came into the shop
and she saw Josh had left

his phone and gone, she could
guess where he was heading.

Where is this coming from?

This is an absolute fairy-tale.

Yeah, a grim one.

So there he is.

He's got you bailed up to
the point of his spear gun,

and at some point,
you decide to run.

I mean, do me a favour,
would you?

- Oh, my God!
- What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry about the wall,
but that is a perfect match.

Ballistics are just
going to love it!

And now we've got a problem.

He needs a new weapon.

So he reaches for this paddle.

Well, not this paddle,
'cause he got rid of that one.

This one is shiny and new.
You're ducking, you're diving.

And then, Josh smacks you from
behind on the back of the head.

What's he gonna do? Is he going
to beat the hell out of you?

Is he going to strangle you?
You don't know.

But you fight back,
you get the upper hand

and you knock Josh out cold,
and then Steph shows up.

What was it like for you?

I mean, is your ex-husband
standing over your young, fit,

ex-navy, ex-military,
ex-bouncer, boyfriend?

I mean, up until that point,
it was self-defence, right?

You could have called
the police,

but Zachary knew what to do.

He got a flour sack and he put
it over Josh's head and made you

get in the van and take the body
down to the lake to drown him.

- To murder him.
- He was already dead, okay?

We-we were sure
he was already dead.

- Would you shut up, you dick?
- And the, and the road accident.

- That was Steph's idea.
- You're miserable prick.

But the miserable prick did all
the hard work overpowering Josh.

I saved your life!
He was strangling you.

You were blue.

So it was you.

You picked up the steel paddle
and you took out Josh.

I mean, it was between Josh
and Zachary. You chose Zachary.

She put the bag on his head
as well.

Because you told me he was dead.

Well, I'm not a medical expert,
am I?

You said you wanted him
to be dead--

No, I wanted him to go away.
But about the lake

was all your idea,
entirely your idea.

And-and, you made me own that
text to Milo, okay?

My best friend thinks
that I sacked him.

Milo is not your best friend.
He thinks you're deranged.

He thinks you're
a sour faced trout.

O-okay. Thank you.

Thank you.
That would be all.

Actually, the kumara bread...

Stocking the shelves with it.
Whose idea?

- Hers.
- His.

You two give co-dependency
a bad name.

Don't touch me.

Rumours are flying.

A couple of top bakers
are helping police

with their inquiries.

Can't say too much.

But here at Rozentals,
Chef Milo has stepped out

of the custard tart
and finger bun.

Uh-uh, Portuguese tarts
made with puff pastry

and cinnamon, please.

Portuguese tart shadows.

That Milo.
He sure is a survivor.

He's rocking the sour dough,
which is more than edible,

though maybe not quite as
exciting as a sour dough

over at Reuben's cafe,
where the baker of loaves

has been hitting
new heights lately.

What a suck up.

What did you do to her?
What did you say?

I don't know. Maybe
I'm just using a new kind of

French imported flour,
could have been that.

I saw Briar-Lee, your bread's
moving up the charts.

But who cares
what critics think, eh?

I only care what you think, Reuben.

How come you chose my sour dough
over Rozentals?

Well, 'cause life is too short.

And I just want to work
with good people.

- People I can call family.
- Oh.

But her bread's still better
than theirs, right?

- Fair question.
- Yeah, it's pretty good.

Oh. No, wait, sucker.
Come on.

But we need to work
on the prices.