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What do you mean, 'moving'? To Alberton.
It's, uh-Where is not relevant.

You're in a beautiful new life
in this beautiful place.

Wade and Penny, this is Ken -

the mayor of Alberton...

and Mrs Brady's brother.

There's a dope plantation
under our field.

Where the fuck is my husband?

Mother-

Mummy loves you.
You're the favourite.

We've got a cop tied up in our bath!

Get off-We shot him.
We need to get him to a doctor.

You didn't trust that I could shoot him.

- What, just like you didn't trust me?
- Pull the brake!

'I am often asked how I make
my characters so compelling.

'The secret is simple - take
their situation and make it worse.

'Assemble the forces of
darkness around them.'

'Compound the danger.'

'Putting it simply -

'I make their lives misery.'

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Is there any point in looking?
He's obviously not-Shh!

We should just fess up. Ross, Pig,
the accident - everything.

They'll understand
it's not our fault.

Wade, please don't talk any more.

Yeah, but all I'm trying to-Darling, you're
still talking and not listening to me.

I was listening.
No. No, you weren't,

because you never listen to me,
and now Ross has escaped

and who knows where he's gone and what's
going to happen to us if we don't find him,

and-Oh, yeah, now there's another
dead body. That wasn't our fault.

Just shh while I try and figure
out what to do, please.

Penny?

Wade?

Oh, balls.

Justin. Justin, he came right on to the
other side of the road-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
One at a time, eh?

The boy, he's dead.

De-Yeah, I saw that.

Anyone in the vehicle with him?
A puppy.

It went into the bush. That's what we were
doing. We were looking for it just now.

We're so sorry.
I think Wade's in shock.

OK, so, the driver lost control
and went over the bank.

Did you hit his car? No.

Did you drive at him? No.

So you were driving? It was me.

It was me. I...

Hadn't been on
the old wacky baccy, had you?

No! God, of course not.

Right.

OK, well, that all checks out.

May as well head home.

What about the boy?

Like you said,
he's deader than Diana.

Look, this is not your fault.

The boy was a bit of
a psycho anyway.

But the parents - I mean,
shouldn't someone contact them?

Hell, no!

You definitely don't wanna go there, bro.

Justin, my man!

Oh, hello, Penny.

Look, go home, bro. I got this.

Yeah?

Wade-o! Up top.

Come on, man. You're gonna
love this shit.

He was supposed to be here
45 minutes ago.

Calls himself a taxi service.

Oh, hey! Hey. Joe. Joe?
Excuse me. Joe?

Could you run me up?

Be careful. I've got eggs in there.

Oh! Hello, Simon.

Doing your drawings?
That's very artistic, isn't it?

Such an artistic boy, isn't he?

Oh, and sorry to hear about you
and Tina and, you know,

The separation.

Here - for your trouble.

OK. Here's what's going to happen.

We're gonna split up.
Jesus, Pen.

Split up and look for Ross, Wade.

I'm sorry, but you just
keep putting your foot in everything

and making it worse for us.

OK, can I just counter that
with a response?

Firstly, I do not put my
foot in everything.

I mean, I admit that sometimes-
OK, no more talking!

Pen-Please.

You need to trust me now and
just let me be in charge, Wade.

Ross is injured, he's tied up and
he's wasted on sleeping pills,

so he can't have gotten very far.

I am gonna stay around here and make
sure that he doesn't get to Justin.

And you - you head up the road
to the nearest farm,

make sure that he hasn't gone
there to find a phone.

And call me if you find him first.

Do you have a problem with
any of that, sweetheart?

No.

Good.

Gus, I keep telling you,
it's not crypto.

Now, you got to stop looking
shit up on that Internet.

I mean, you just got to use-
Just got to use your...

Gazer, what have they done to you? Boy, look,
there's gunk all over you and everything.

Oi!

Slow down, you mongrel!

50K in town.

This town's gone to the dogs.

Yep, definitely a dog poop.
I know these things.

Oh, shit. How did she find out?

I have no idea.

Lulu, you can't be here.
We need to process the crime scene.

You get the fuck out of my way.

Get out.

What happened?

What... happened?

Your son was coming around
a corner too fast

on the wrong side of the road,
and saw an oncoming car-

Oncoming car?

What oncoming car, huh?

Did someone drive him off the road?

No. Sadly, it's pretty clear that
Braden was in the wrong.

The shoe-Well, you can
see what happened.

What about you, Rogan Josh?

I... concur.

Is that human?

No, it's from-That is human.

Yes, it's human.

Yes, yes, it's
human. Thank you very much. Come again.

I want you to clean my boy up
and get him back to mine.

And bring the shoes.

You stupid little shit.

Oh, you've really kissed the greasy butt
crack on this one, haven't you, Waderoonie?

Shot a cop, let him escape,

killed a kid.

And you are so fricking useless,
even your wife had to take over.

Just when I thought you couldn't
get any more dickless.

Bingo!

She hasn't got the big picture yet.

She just needs to find her way
to my way of thinking.

Has it at any stage occurred to you that
Penny is a lot - a lot - smarter than you?

The big question is -
why's she hung around this long?

You don't know Penny!

You know fucking nothing!

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Hipster!

Your fucking flash suit.

Pig is missing,

Ross is also missing,

and my beautiful boy Braden...

is dead.

Sorry and that.

We know he was your
favourite and everything.

I want some fucking answers, so if any of
your maggots are hiding anything from me...

I'm just gonna say this - what if Pig and Ross
have left to start up their own operation?

Wrong, Fuckleberry Finn. A munter left a
giant turd in the back seat of his car -

a calling card, and that turd
is a fucking declaration of war.

Who would be d-d-dumb enough
to go to war with us?

W-w-w-alker.

It's Walker and his crew.
This is their work.

If they want a war, they've got one.

Jimmy, babe? I want you to go around
to their place and torch it.

Are you sure you want to
upset the peace?

Well, they're not gonna
get away with it.

Jimmy, you burn those fuckers.

Don't fucking move, Ross!

Shit. Shit, I'm sorry.

So-Oh my God. Are you-?

Are you-? Oh, you all right?

Oh, oh. Are you all right?

Mr Worthington, are you
having a heart attack?

Are you-? Whoa! You all right?

OK? Have you got a condition?

Yeah? You got some pills,
Mr Worthington?

Ken?

Kenny?

No!

No, no, no!

No!

Hello?

Only me! WHISPERS: Oh, shit.

Sorry! Sorry!

I've got the tea you like.

Oh, and your favourite - satsumas.

Ken?

Oh, Ken. What have you done?

Probably best not to tell
the missus about this one, eh?

Can someone shut him up, please?

Shut up.

You like cooking?

Yeah, I like cooking.

So what am I meant to
make with these ingredients?

I have a jerrycan full of gas and a
scumbag who smells like gas.

I would say someone was
cooking up a bit of arson.

No, no, no, no, no.

I was just broken down.
Had to get some gas.

You're part of Pig's crew,
aren't you, small-timer?

Mm-mm.

Don't insult my intelligence.

Uh, come on, come on, come on.

It always takes a few strikes
when it's cold, eh?

Lulu sent me to torch your place!

P-Pig is missing and you killed her
son and left a turd on his back seat.

Any of you fellas taken
a shit on a back seat lately?

Uh, nah. No.

Why don't you go back and tell Lulu that
we've got no beef with her or with Pig,

and that laying turds in cars isn't
really our, um-it's not really our jam.

Just one thing -

what do you small-timers have that's
so good it's worth hiding from us?

Fair enough.

Don't want to speak with me.
Maybe you wanna speak with my boss?

Would you rather speak with Walker?

Hm?

Pig, Ross and Lulu have a massive
underground d-dope plot

and they're coining it big time.

I could take you there.
It's over at Rose Cottage.

Eight months, barely nothing. Today - two in
one day. Dude, who would have thought it?

I will continue your legacy, Ken.
I will.

That was what he always wanted. They were
literally the last words he said to me.

His last words? Mm.

Are you sure they weren't,
'I'm having a massive heart attack, '?

What?

Caused by stress, I'd say.

Yeah. He was masturbating. That must
have triggered the attack.

Excuse me!

Well, he has his penis
in his hand, see?

Oh!
Still going strong at his age.

Kudos to you, dude.

Are you sure?

What do we have here?

It's Mrs Brady. Oh!

His sister. His own sister. That's
what he was whacking off over.

That is so twisted.

Wade. Wade, did you find him?

Penny, have you ever heard
of Donna Marina?

Cutter, I-Arguably the most
reviled woman in the Hispanic world.

Donna Marina is known as a traitor
and in some circles the harlot

who betrayed her people to the
viciously cruel Spanish conquistadors.

Penny, when you moved
to the back of bumfuck,

you assured me that your work
would not suffer.

Yes, and-I have publishers
breathing down my neck.

They want the manuscript of
the Hungry Grave-I promise-

and they are getting nervous!
I will get something to you.

Penny?

I want to
remind you who pays your wages,

who bought you your house, because it certainly
wasn't that useless and redundant husband of yours,

was it? It was me!

I need you and your
crew here right now.

Peak of the season, Lulu.

Our boys are chokka. Got to keep up
the legit side of the bizzo, eh?

I don't give a fat, flying fart
what your boys are up to.

My boy is dead.

Dead.

D-E-...

Owen? A.

D-E-A-D. Dead!

So when do you need us there?

ASA - fucking - P.

Where the fuck am I?

This is it, isn't it?

Do you smoke?

Not even a final cigarette
or a final meal?

It's delicious.

Just like my nana used to make.

Whoa!

Pen, what are you doing with a gun?

You could hurt yourself
or kill someone.

What happened? Did you find
anything? Did you find him?

OK. New plan, then.

We go home

and we destroy any evidence
that Ross was ever there.

Why do we have to buy carrots?
You'll see.

L-L-Look out!

Shit.

It's the cop.

We should take it back to Lance.

Nah. Gotta go to the plot,
make sure it's real.

It's r-r-real.

I'll b-b-believe
it when I see it.

Grab his legs.

You have reached the office
of Mayor Kenneth Worthington QSM.

Please leave a detailed message.

Here's your message - there's
a huge bloody cock on Gazer.

Out there, the statue of our most
famous equestrian beast stands defiled

by a penis!

I mean, where is our police chief?

And what about our mayor?

Yeah, as usual Ken has taken
his hand off the rudder.

This town has gone to the dogs,

and there's been a shopping trolley
in that creek for weeks,

dawdlings in the bus shelter.

Someone needs to clean up this town. Yep,
somebody should. Too bloody right, they should!

Damn it, Bev.

Can I borrow a ladder and a bucket?

All this - this mess around here -
and the trail of blood to the door.

All this blood here.
This all needs to be cleaned up.

And the bullet.

Oh.

Oh. Wow.

Wow. I can chisel that out.
Good.

Yes, and chisel all around it as well, so that it
doesn't end up looking like a bullet hole, OK?

Pen?

That stuff you said -

about me not listening and
putting my foot in it. Wade, just-

Is that a recent thing or
something you've felt for a while?

I don't know.

Right.

I just think it's important
that we talk about this.

Please, Pen.

I don't know. I guess-I guess since we got
here and these things started happening.

Why didn't you say something to me?

I don't know.

We've never even had
a fight before, Wade.

I don't even know how, and you probably
wouldn't have listened to me anyway,

since you always think that-
So it's a listening thing?

Look, you just need to trust my judgement
a little bit more. Trust? Judgement?

You just-

Right now we're in the middle of this...
thing, and I can't even begin to do this...

until we've sorted that, OK?

Pen, I've only ever wanted
to do the right thing.

Then just do as I say, please.

Ah, lovers' tiff.

Who are these two dickheads, anyway?

These are the two dickheads who pay the power bill
for the crop without a bloody clue they're doing it.

What's to stop them from
finding the plot?

What?

Holy fuck! Run!

That thing is the devil.

See?

This is some good shit.

Yeah. State-of-the-art set up.

I helped Pig set it up.

So just take a photo on your phone
and flick it off to Lance.

No. I'll need some hard evidence.
What if the Aucklanders come?

Fuckin' A.

Watch yourself, Baldy.

What was that, Baldy?

What the fuck?

Come here. Come here,
you bastard. Come on. Come on.

Braden loved a fire,
even when he was a little kid.

He almost took the school down once.

Little piglet.

Are you sure?

Right.

Uh, well, get back here
as fast as you can.

Tell me those wankholes are toast.

Um...

There was no fire.

Excuse me?

There was no fire,
and there's no Jimmy.

So he's either chickened out
or Walker's boys got him.

Love you. Yeah, love you
too, Mummy. Bye!

What can I do for you?

Have you told anyone about...

Ken?

What's this?

There are details of
Kenneth Worthington's death

I would prefer not to be spoken about
or found in any medical records.

I'm buying your silence, Dr Ganesh.
Do you understand?

Dog.

It's imperative that no one ever
find out about how he died.

Even more imperative because it's been Ken's
long-held wish that he be buried with his sister.

I'm sorry?

He wants to be buried in
the same grave as his sister.

They're going to dig up her grave
and bury him on top of her?

That is sick!

Walker, can I have a word?

They say there's messages
in the white noise.

We underestimated Pig and Lulu.

They've been growing and dealing
right under our noses.

Never thought
they'd have that in them.

Little pig.

Well, apparently Pig's gone AWOL -
so has Ross, the cop.

Turns out he was in their
pocket the whole time.

When my enemies' battlements
lie in disarray...

I rejoice.

Could be an opportunity.

Shall we get back into
the weed business?

A takeover?

Sounds like fun.

You hear that?

This gun doesn't hesitate.
This gun devastates.

Shut your fucking hole!

What are you thinking, boss?

Smells like an ambush to me.

Pig and Lulu and the cops... it's
like they're trying to draw us out.

You could be right.

Oh, I am right, right as rain.

Sparkle dust on my fingertips.

I'll send Swede over to suss it out.

Send the quiet one too.

I like him.

He gives me the creeps.

I know! What if they hide
the body in Mr William's grave?

No, there's a better way
of doing it.

What if the Red Door Killer hides the body in
a place no one would think of looking for it?

In a freshly-dug grave.

That's just-That's what
I was saying just before-

Ah-hah! That's it, you see?

That's the twist that
no one will expect coming.

Oh! Well, I've earned
my money today, eh?

Put it down - a freshly-dug grave.

Cutter, um, did you get the chance
to read my manuscript?

Oh, yes, I-I skimmed it.

So, what did you think?

Look, Penny. I-I think it's really
sweet of you trying to write.

I could've fixed it, of course,
but I asked myself, 'Why bother?'

Why bother, because you are
a perfectly adequate editor.

You correct my little
typos and whatnot.

'You should stick to
what you really do well.'

Thanks, Bev. You've been
working like a Japanese prisoner of war.

Oh, good on you, chook.
That one's on the house.

Can't lie to you, Bev.
I made a pig's arse of it.

Gazer's worse now than
it was when I started.

No! At least you tried,
and that's the main thing.

Yeah. Just trying to
do my civic duty.

It's not like our slack-arse
mayor was gonna get off his backside

and do anything about it.
Lazy old git.

What?

Ken...

he passed away today.

Well...

don't I look like a prize prick?

I'll admit I had my
differences with old Ken.

We all did.

But in the end, he was a good stick.

To Ken,

gone but not forgotten.

To Ken.

Now that Ken's gone, Chalky,
are you going to step up?

Bugger me, Tina.
The man's barely cold.

Oh, come on, Chalk. We all know
you've fancied the job for years.

Not interested!

Oh, that's a shame
cos I'd vote for you.

I know I haven't been
myself lately, Pen.

If I'm totally honest,
it's the bodies.

They're-

They're messing with me big time.
There's so many bodies.

I know.

But, you know, at the end of the day,
they only had themselves to blame.

Live by the sword, die by the sword.

This is our dream,

and we deserve it! We don't
deserve to go to prison.

But I need to know that you feel the same
way. That you're willing to fight for this.

Of course. I want what you want.
Good.

Good.

Then let's focus on what
we can control, huh?

I found some maps.

See, this is the road
that we were on. There.

So there's only a couple of places
he really could've gone -

up along this ridge, down into this gulley or
he could've ended up in the forest down here.

So we go back?

Yeah.

I mean, unless you've
got a better idea.

No. No. No, it's a really good idea.

I mean it, and I totally listened
to everything you said.

OK.

OK, let's go.

Where the bloody hell are you?

You're supposed to be taking Simon to swimming
practice, or did you fucking forget again?

Well, he's your son too, you know.

I'm leaving in 10 minutes,
and you better bloody be here.

Those kids have been
hassling him again.

Shit.

It's Lance. They're Walker's crew.

Shit.

Hello.

Oh, you're showing a lot of scrote turning
up here after what youse did to my Braden.

That wasn't our work, Lulu.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's one of yours. It's one of mine.

Did you do this?

That's Jimmy.

I'll take that as a no,

which means, you and me,

we have a mutual problem.

Heard you built a plot - a big one.

So?

None of my business.
The deal's always been -

you don't mess with us,
we don't mess with you.

Guess neither of us benefits from
fucking that arrangement up, right?

See, something else
is going on here.

Someone's trying to play us
off against each other.

Someone did that to Braden.

Someone did this to our boys -

the same someone that did this

to Ross.

There's a new player in town.

Hey?

Hey.

It's OK.

Pen?

Get some sleep, then
we'll be refreshed,

and we can come up
with a plan together.

I'm sorry. Why are you sorry?

There's nothing to be sorry about.

Put him in the barn?

No, it's clean. We-

The pit.

You can do it. Come on.

A little bit further.
Just a bit further.

'I am often asked how I make
my characters so compelling.

'The secret is simple -

'take their situation

'and make it worse.

'Assemble the forces
of darkness around them.

'Compound the danger.

'Putting it simply -
I make their lives a misery.'

What on earth do we have here?

Captions by Ella Wheeler.
Edited by Catherine de Chalain.

Captions were made with
the support of NZ On Air.

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Copyright Able 2019.