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[bright music]

♪ The bell tower towns

♪ All ring out her name

♪ Calling me on

♪ To fall into you

♪ Angels fall

♪ They fall from heaven

♪ Like dreamers fall

♪ They fall from heaven

♪ Taking over feels so new

♪ You're gifted to me

♪ I am gifted to you

♪ Taking over,
head over heels ♪

♪ Lifted above

♪ We are lifted above

[bag rustling]

When the '80s happened, I was
too young to understand it.

Now I'm relieved I missed it.

Well, I sure remember the
'80s, riding my Kawasaki

through the Himalayas, my ghetto

blaster strapped
to my back carrier,

listening to Iron Maiden.

Now, that was music.

That stuff tonight?

Yeah.

I've had root canals
more enjoyable.

To think they're booked
for two bloody nights.

Oh, God.

Spare me.

Still, all in all, another night

building the legend of
the Croc and Panther

on the touring circuit.

Tonight, Stolen Arrow,
but next month, who knows?

Maybe the Rolling Stones
unplugged or the Grateful Dead.

Dream on, Ray.

Good night.
- Night.

[bell rings]

The hell?

[body thuds]

Jesus Christ!

God. Oh my God.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

Stay with me, honey.

I'll call an ambulance.

Oh.

I think it might be
a bit late for that.

You might want to call a hearse.

[ominous music]

♪

[country music]

[engine revving]

♪ I can hardly wait

♪ For the winter
to come round ♪

♪ Everything's making sense

Sorry to keep you up
past your bedtimes.

Yes.

Well, I had actually just
poured myself a glass of wine

and was about to
dye my eyebrows,

but this looks a lot
more interesting.

Mm.

Now, according to Ray,
she fell off the roof.

Fell or jumped?

Not clear.

That's why uniform called us.

They felt something was up.

And then down?

That's a bit soon.

Maybe they were
triggered by her outfit.

Was she some kind of clown?

If she was, that
outfit isn't funny.

It's a bit more tragic.

Hello, Mike.

Are you ready for me?

One moment, Gina.

Of course.

Do we have a name?

Nothing yet.

At first glance, no ID.

It's just I can see some
valuable bodily fluids

slipping away.
- Yes.

Thanks, Gina.

Yes, I should start work or,
yes, you can see the fluids?

No, I need a moment.

Okay.

Yes, no.

Hello.

I don't know who
you are, but we'll

do our best to find out all that

and how you came to
land here in Brokenwood.

And I like your ribbons.

Nice touch.
- Ribbons?

Really?

Yeah.

I had to say something nice.

Ray and Trudy?

Stay with Gina.

Gina, the bodily
fluids are all yours.

Mike would never be so callous.

[liquid splashing]

I mean, she bloody just
fell out of the sky.

Another couple of
inches, and I might not

be talking to you right now.

But you are.

So lucky us.

All I'm saying is if someone's

going to throw themselves
off a building,

they need to be
more considerate.

They could have killed someone.

There was a concert
here tonight.

A gig, an '80s group.

So, like a tribute band?

No, an actual group from
the '80s, Stolen Arrow.

♪ Taken over,
head over heels ♪

♪ Lifted above, we
are lifted above ♪

[applause]

Thank you.

That was, of course, "Gifted."

[cheer]

"Gifted!"

Thank you, Brokenwood.

A great audience.

A great crowd.

For a great band, on
keyboards, Anton Ridgeley.

[applause]

Guitar, Nick Sloan.

[applause]

Bass, Elaine Young.

And on drums, why it's me old
mate from the golden years,

it's Paul Black.

The new one, it's
called "Animals."

Any idea how the deceased
got onto the roof?

None.

Is there internal
access to the roof?

No.

But there is a
turret of some kind?

It's a bell tower.

Operational?

Well, if you give it a good tug,

you'll get a dong out of it.

But it's not like we've got a
secret hoard of bell ringers

around the back.

Campanologists.

I never said they were gay.

No.

Campanologists is the official
term for those who ring bells.

Wow, you learn
something new every day.

The deceased, you
ever seen her before?

Never.

She's not regular.

So no idea who she is?

Are you asking me to narc?

Or just remember.

Can you recall seeing
her in the crowd?

Couldn't help but notice.

She was front and center.

This is a new one.

Oh, we love you, James.

It's called "Animals."

It's for you, Peggy.

♪ Two by two

♪ Take me to your ark

♪ Two by two

Now that I think about it,
her name might be Peggy.

Peggy?

Next thing I know, Peggy's
falling out of the sky.

Poor love.

Ray, I need to
ask you something.

There's a ladder leaning
against the wall out there.

It's yours, I take it?

No.

What makes you say that?

It has Ray's ladder
written on it.

Well, yes, it's... it's mine,
but I didn't put it there.

Have you had any maintenance
done around the place lately?

Well, Todd Taylor does
a bit of handiwork

occasionally on an
as and when basis.

But look, that ladder
is usually locked

in the shed around the back.

There is no shed
around the back.

All right.

But it doesn't have to be locked

away to have been burgled.

That's the law.

That is true.

So if someone came onto
my land and commandeered

my clearly-labeled ladder,
then climbed on the roof

and behaved like a
kamikaze mosh pit lunatic,

that's on them.

Let's get fingerprints
onto this.

[footsteps crunching]

[ominous music]

[birds chirping]

Two of the usuals.

Thanks, Frodo.

With pleasure.

They're rock stars from a
band called Stolen Arrow.

And she's the bass player.

Female bass players
are so... you know.

- Good?
- Hot.

They're playing another
gig at the Croc tonight.

I'm so there.

I thought they were
lame, you know?

Full of old dudes, but
apparently a lot of them died.

So now they have new people,
including a female...

Female bass player.

So hot.

You like your music.

Who cares about the
music if they've got a...

Female bass player.

Got it.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

I could have made coffee.

Well, let's just say I had a
word with health and safety.

What have they got
to do with coffee?

Well, they feel I should drink
more good quality coffee.

What's wrong with my coffee?

Well, no, I didn't say
there was anything wrong.

Oh, Frodo's is the best in town.

You have to admit that.

Fair comment.

It's just as well I did.

I bumped into members of
the band from last night.

It's not going to work.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm DC Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

I understand you're
members of Stolen Arrow?

Nick, guitar.

- And?
- Elaine.

I play...

Let me guess.

Bass.

Were you there last night?

No, but maybe tonight.

Last night totally sucked.

Dude, the crowd was, like...

19.

How do you know so much?

Occupational hazard.

Last night, a woman was
found dead outside the venue.

Wow.

I mean, I know James
Hathaway's songs are bad but...

Well, the fact remains
that someone is dead,

and we're trying
to identify her.

All we know is that
the lead singer?

That's James.

James called out
to her as Peggy.

Peggy's dead?

You know her?

No.

But you know her name?

Yeah, because of
James, you know?

The one with the old
ribbons on her dress?

Yeah.

She was wearing ribbons.

I never seen her
before last night.

Yeah.

Me too.

We should go.

Might see you tonight?

Oh, you sure will.

So, apart from hanging out
with a female bass player,

you learnt nothing.

There are three other
members, the drummer,

Paul Black, the keyboard
player, Anton Ridgeley, and

a roadie called Xanthe Sumner.

I'll reach out to them,
see if they know more.

Well, good, because the
victim's purse is hardly

shedding any more light.

Apart from $47 and an
empty medicine container

of some kind, but the label's
worn, no driver's license,

no credit cards,
no ID of any kind.

Peggy, the woman
who fell to Earth.

[phone ringing]

It's Gina.

She wants you.

Oh, please.

Seriously, Mike.

She's wanted you
since the day you met.

No, she hasn't.

It's just... Gina?

Mike, I want you.

Now, please.

I'm on my way.

You're welcome to join me.
- No.

Wouldn't dream of
cramping your style.

Yeah.

And you know, things
to do, tracing

the victim's identity and...

Tracking down next of
kin, important stuff.

Good luck, Mike.

Good luck.

[contemplative music]

Gina?

Mike, I'm receiving
mixed messages.

Okay.

I hate mixed messages.

I think that's
true for everyone.

Where I come from, you never
say what you truly mean,

or you may end up in jail.

And so, anyone know
exactly what you

mean when you don't say it.

One must allude.

Do you know what it's
like to allude, Mike?

I prefer to tell it like it is.

Although sometimes you keep
yourself fully clothed.

You are a man.

That's not a criticism.

I like that about you.

That being?

Please, I'm alluding.

Gina, are we talking about...

The victim.

Who else?

The victim? Yes.

Good, of course.

Here she is.

Where else would she be?

So, what do you know?

Only mixed messages, but I think

she didn't die from the fall.

Yes, she has broken bones
and a punctured lung

consistent with a
fall, but survivable.

Based on?

She's alluding.

To what?

That she didn't jump, Mike.

She was pushed.

[ominous music]

[engine revving]

Can you make me a
copy of that, please?

Gina is surmising foul play.

Based on?

A couple of things.

I understand she didn't scream.

Witnesses report that they
didn't hear anything from her

before she hit the ground.

In Russia, many people
fall out of windows.

It is government policy.

And it's not just from
faulty aluminum joinery.

When they scream, you
know they were helped

with their defenestration.

The silent ones
made a free choice.

Then why do you
think she was pushed?

This, contusions,
she was held tightly,

strangled, perhaps,
before being let go.

This is what I mean
about mixed messages.

She didn't scream because
maybe she was unconscious.

I have sent for toxicology.

And then there is this.

It's a bit irregular,
so probably

not professionally done.

68131.

A prison marking?

Serial number, maybe?

Yeah, or an old phone number?

Look into it.

Must make sense to someone.

And that was it from Gina?

Ah, one more thing.

That is a serious
historical wound.

A possible lobotomy scar.

Gina, I think that is unlikely.

Do you know if she's Russian?

We don't know anything
about her identity.

Then please.

Gina informed me that, in
some remote parts of Russia,

lobotomies are still
performed as a cure

for nicotine addiction.

Wow.

Remind me to not take up smoking

when I'm touring Siberia.

Anything from you?

I'm still looking for any
missing person alerts.

All right.

Where is this
Mr. Hathaway staying?

They're all at the
Brokenwood Motel.

[upbeat music]

[door knocking]

Who is it?

DSS Mike Shepherd,
Brokenwood CIB.

[door clicks]

[door creaks]

Yes?

James Hathaway?

Yes.

I was wondering if I could have

a quick word about last night.

You're standing before a
man with a broken heart.

So apologies if I come
across a little flat.

Can I get you a
coffee or something?

Thanks.

I'm all good.

Last night, after your concert
at the Crocodile and Panther,

a woman was found dead.

Really?

That's no good.

Who was she?

Well, at this stage, we
understand her name was Peggy.

Peggy?

Uh-huh.

Well, apparently you
mentioned her in the concert.

Oh, as in that Peggy?

I was wondering if
you knew her full name

or anything more about her.

No.

I mean, everyone knows Peggy.

She's been a fan of the
group since we began,

but I haven't seen
her in years, decades.

I mean, she was at the
gig, but that's all I know.

I saw her in the crowd.

I gave her a shout.

We love you, James.

That's all.

Hey.

Mate, I heard...

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were busy.

Oh, this won't take long.

I... I heard about Xanthe.

Who told you?

Mate, we're a band.

I'm so sorry.

I thought you might
like something

to drown your sorrows?

Oh.

You know I'm trying
to lay off this stuff.

Oh, sorry.

Detective Sherman, this...

Shepherd.

Shepherd, this is Paul Black,
long time loyal drummer,

keeps time like a Swiss clock.

Detective?

What's up?

Well, you know old Peggy.

It seems she's dead.

Peggy?

No way.

What happened?

Good point.

What happened?

She was found outside the
concert venue last night.

Heavy.

What?

Did she fall or something?

Why would you say that?

I seem to remember her
swaying a bit, maybe a

bit trolleyed.

We're still looking
into the exact cause.

You wouldn't happen to know
her last name by any chance?

No, I don't recall
her ever having one.

She's always just been Peggy.

Or where she came from?

No idea.

Sorry.

She used to follow us
around back in the day,

had an obsession with the
band, particularly James here.

Yeah, she was what you
might call a groupie.

Anyway, I should get back to it.

Tell Anton all is forgiven.

Yeah.

The thing is, I would, but
we don't know where he is.

Oh, that guy.

What... what about Xanthe?

What?

Don't you back a set.

She's with Elaine.

They're looking for Anton.

Hey, look, don't worry about it.

Okay?

I'll get it sorted.

Come on.

Hey.

It's going to be okay.

You can trust me.

I promise.

[hand patting]

I'll leave you to it.

You obviously have
a lot going on.

Thanks for agreeing to meet up.

No worries.

You all right?

Quite tremendous.

- Does Frodo know you're here?
- Oh, no.

Can we keep that quiet?

It's just I did some
work for these fellas,

and they agreed to
pay me in coffees.

But I feel like it's a ploy
to keep me coming back.

And that feels disloyal
to my bro, Frodo.

So I decided to drink
them all at once.

And now I'm totally peaking.

Well, that's a very dedicated
display of friendship, Todd.

Don't mention it.

You've done any work
for Ray Neilson lately?

Yeah.

I was at the Croc yesterday
as a matter of fact.

Why?
- Did you use a ladder?

Ray's ladder, yeah.

I was doing the
gutters in there.

It's much easier with a ladder.

Did you put it away?

Of course, around the back.

Why?

A woman fell off the roof
of the Croc last night.

I was just wondering if it was
opportunistic or deliberate.

Well, I totally put it away.

Tradesmen always
tidies his tools.

You can even ask
Dr. Plummer if you want.

Why, Dr. Plummer?

Well, he saw me taking
the ladder down.

When was this?

Around 11:00 AM, when he
dropped off the clown lady.

Oh.

[door thuds]

Cheerio.

Oh.

Hey there.

I think he might
be into clowning,

you know, with all the operatic
stuff and the Morris dancing.

I wouldn't put
clowning past him.

Thanks, Todd.

[cups clattering]

Oh, no way.

[door thuds]

Oh, Detective?

Reverend.

Dr. Plummer about?

No.

Ah, I tried his phone.
He's not answering.

I see.

Everything all right?

There's a chance he could
help us with our inquiries

about an unexplained death.

Oh, dear.

A question of identity.

Yes, well, Roger's always
had questions over that.

Sorry, uncalled for.

I was actually just about
to meet him for a coffee

if you'd like to join us
and get things sorted.

Sounds like a plan.

[door thuds]

[engine humming]

[ominous music]

[door knocking]

They're not there.

Detective Kristin
Sims, Brokenwood CIB.

Yeah, sure.

Met your colleague earlier.

Paul, Paul Black.

The drummer?

This about Peggy?

Yeah.

We're wanting to
talk to people who

might have interacted with
her or knows more about her.

Elaine and Xanthe are
out looking for Anton.

Nick's sleeping.

I'm here holding the fort
in case Anton shows up.

And Anton is?

Keyboards.

He's gone missing?

Well, not necessarily.

Anton is a free spirit.

James fired him from the
band, but that kind of

happens every week.

Then we all kiss and make
up and get back on stage.

Well, we're aiming to
have the venue released

in time for your gig tonight.

Makes no difference.

James just canceled the gig.

Because of Anton?

Well, mainly he didn't want
another show like last night.

And after the book
signing yesterday, it all

takes its toll, you know?

And so we find ourselves
in the back of beyond,

drowning in a sea
of indifference.

Don't go there, honey.

He sold four copies in total.

No one wanted them signed.

We would have sold
five, but the last guy

wanted it in Braille.

Shoot me now.

Hey, be nice.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Can you sign my poster?

You don't want to buy a book?

Oh, well, I'd love to but who
has time to read these days,

what with TikTok and Insta?

So, just an autograph?

Lovely.

A free autograph Of course,
where would you like it?

Your poster or your
arm or maybe your face?

James.

Just pre-gig excitement.

He can sign it for
you, of course.

Gosh!

My face?

Would be quite a statement.

[pen scratching]

I actually remember
seeing you in 1985

at Colonel Greer's tavern.

Me and some girlfriends...
well, not girlfriends, you

know, friends.

Although, being an
all girls school,

there was some experimentation.

Anyway, me and my four friends
each had a letter of your name

on our t-shirt.

So it spelt James.

You might remember.

Oh, no, I remember a lot.

The '80s were the golden years.

Music made money and an album
was something you could hold,

leaving a sunset glow
awash everything,

but not you or your friends.

James?

Just relax, hon.

Sorry.
- I remember.

Do you?

Except it didn't say, James.

It spelt Esme.

Oh, well, yeah.

Yeah, well, we'd
had a few wines.

Tina, she was the J.
She was having a suck

up in the bushes outside.

We've got to go.

Are you going to be okay?

Then Xanthe and I had
to leave early to get

ready for the soundcheck.

Xanthe is your roadie?

And soundie and
James's girlfriend...

or was.

They split last night.

Does that happen
every week, too?

No.

And Anton got fired.

Big night for you,
despite the small crowd.

Sure. Yeah.

Whatever you say.

Why did they split?

Do you know?

Music takes up a lot of James.

If you can't be second fiddle,
you get out of the orchestra.

Okay.

Well, could you have the
others give me a call?

Thanks.

[engine revving]

Yeah.

Any missing persons
with Margaret,

Maggie, Peggy, Patricia maybe?

Yeah, thanks.

[clears throat]

[board squeaking]

Ah. Okay.

You cracked it.

You think?

Maybe.

How?

Um.

Charm.

I think it's all about charm
and excellent application

of my deductive skills.

[gentle music]

Tracking down Dr. Plummer was
fruitful, to say the least.

Roger?

Look who came knocking at
our door, looking for you.

Me?

Ah, Detective.

Hello.

Dr. Plummer, we have
an investigation

underway about a woman that
was found deceased last night.

Yes?

The only lead we have is
that her name is Peggy.

Peggy? Oh, dear.

I see.

You're familiar with her?

Well, that rather depends.

What makes you think I know her?

Well, witness is confident he
saw this woman leaving your car

yesterday around 11:00 AM.

Your car? Really?

Lucas.

Roger, if there's
something you need to say,

I'd suggest sooner the better.

Lucas, please.

Would this help jog your memory.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Yes, all right.

I gave her a lift yesterday.

She was hitchhiking.

So now you're picking
up stray women

off the side of the road?

Lucas, I was being
a good Samaritan.

She looked dreadfully lost.

I was heading back
from Riverstone.

I still hold clinics
there, you see.

[humming]

[engine humming]

Where are you headed?

Brokenwood.

Oh, jolly good.

So am I. Do hop in.

Do hop in?

You could have been
mistaken for a predator.

Lucas, she was in
a vulnerable state.

I have a sense for these things.

I'm Roger, Dr. Roger Plummer.

Oh, you're a doctor.

I've got some
psoriasis on my elbow.

Oh, sorry, not that
kind of doctor.

I'm a doctor of psychiatry.

I'm a psychiatrist.
- I've been good.

I promise.

I been good.

You like to read?

Only this book.

It's the story of
a James Hathaway.

Oh.

And who is he?

My boyfriend.

Oh, jolly good.

I'm Peggy.

Peggy Froome.

Froome?

You know, that
rhymes with broom.

Does it?

Oh my gosh, so it does.

I haven't thought
of that before.

And I like to make car
noises when I drive, makes

the trip go faster somehow.

I like car noises.

Do you?

Wonderful.

[imitating engine]

Keep going, Dr. Plummer.

All right.

[imitating engine]

It was nice to share the drive.

That's all.

Got it.

Thanks.

You have landed a name?

Yeah.

Peggy Broom Vroom Froome.

What?

Chalmers used his
charm on Dr. Plummer.

Dr. Plummer?

Don't ask.

[phone ringing]

Gina?

Mike.

Prelim toxicology makes
for interesting reading.

What have you got?

Clear traces of
quetiapine fumarate

with a blood alcohol of 250
milligrams per milliliter.

Meaning?

She was off her chops, Mike.

This was never
going to end well.

Got it.

Thanks, Gina.

Our victim had antipsychotics
on board, along with alcohol.

Well, okay.

That makes sense.

Here it is.

Margaret Alice Froome,
she has some alerts,

shoplifting,
anti-social behavior,

spent time in psychiatric care.

Time?

40 years is a lifetime.

She was released two months
ago into community care.

Well, that could explain the
serial number on her finger.

Well, not even the Deschler
Clinic got into branding.

Put a call out on
her medical records.

Might take a while.

In the meantime,
at least we know

we're dealing with
someone that was

of a vulnerable mental state.

Who went to a concert,
climbed the ladder,

fell off a roof.

With some help.

Why climb onto the roof
in the first place?

[mysterious music]

[smooth music]

♪ There's something strange
about the way you talk ♪

♪ That I can't
put my finger on ♪

♪ Don't tell me that
you've hidden this away ♪

♪ For each and
every one of your ♪

All I know is that
she didn't drink.

Are you sure about that?

I am, because she sat
in a seat by the window

most of the day drinking waters.

Same again.

Thanks.

The water pitcher's right there.

Knock yourself out.

The drinks that I
pour are the ones

that cost at least 8 bucks.

A girl's got to eat, after all.

I don't drink.

I can see that.

But this isn't a charity, love.

I can't drink.

I'm on medication.

Isn't everyone?

I'm here for the
band, Stolen Arrow.

Aren't they the best?

If you say so.

I do.

I haven't seen them for so long.

Speak of the devil.

They're back for soundcheck.

Who are they?

Stolen Arrow.

No.

Where's... Paul!

Paul?

Holy... Peggy?

Yes. It's me.

Wow.

It's been...

A while.

Yeah.

This is Xanthe, doing sound.

I know.

Okay.

Hi.

I'm going to go.

Where' Danny?

Danny?

He died in 1989.

Drugs.
- Oh.

And Graham?

No, Graham didn't
make it either.

Oh my God. Who's there?

Nick.

Steve's boy.

Oh, he looks just like...

I know.

And James?

Where's James?

He's signing books.

Where?

Kiwi Cafe or something.

He'll be here later.

Oh, I need to see him
and talk about some

very important matters.
- Sure.

No. No, we need to talk.

There's something
I need to tell him.

I guess you're coming
to the gig, then?

Oh, are you crazy?

Would I miss it?

Catch you later, Peggy.

And you're sure you
never saw her drink?

Well, I'm no narc, so if I
did, I wouldn't say anything.

But she didn't.

And I was on the bar all night.

But Ray's keen to know
when this lot will be done,

so we can open up.

Nearly done, Trudy.

Then I'll release the scene.

It's pretty tight out there.

Two would be company.

Three would be a crowd.

But I found this under the bell.

Looks like it belonged
to the victim.

Oh!

Frodo know you're two timing?

Frodo is the reason I'm here.

Wait. Hey, Frodo?

Are you...

Sorry, I have
nothing left to give.

Whoa.

You okay?

The gig tonight is canceled.

I was so looking forward to it.

Oh, the... the
bass player thing.

I wonder if she'd play
solo, if I asked her,

like, booked a room somewhere.

Well, you never know, but
I would be very careful

how you pitched that idea.

So our bereft barista
sent me here instead.

Oh, hey, I heard that you
were quite the fan last night.

Oh, Stolen Arrow?

Well, I was a bit of a
rock chick in my day.

But did you, um, you
happen to see this woman?

Oh yeah.

She was at the gig.

Very enthusiastic
dancer, a real rager.

Ah, but you didn't see
her before the gig?

Oh, and I saw her here
yesterday at the book signing.

[footsteps tapping]

James?

It's me.

Peggy.

Oh my God.

Peggy.

It's been a while.

I've been off the
circuit since...

you know.

Autograph for an old friend?

You must have thousands
of autographs.

I lost them.

Well, that was careless.

I have something to tell you.

I can't imagine what it would be

or that I would
possibly want to know.

Bye, Peggy.

[ominous music]

Although that is
the temperament that

comes with genius, isn't it?

I mean, they say that
Beethoven could be a bit miffy,

and he couldn't even hear what
people were saying about him.

Thanks, Mrs. Baker.

My condolences, then,
to the Froome family.

It seems she had none.

Well, no one we
can trace anyhow.

No one?

Extraordinary.

♪ Lonely girl

♪ She moves alone

♪ Through the world

♪ Angel on horseback

You like that?

Yes, the innocence
of an angel coupled

with the inherent
sexuality of horse riding.

It's called juxtaposition.

Tension, tension is
where art happens.

Well, I'll remember that the
next time I go horse riding.

You like music
Detective Schumann?

Shepherd.

And yes, I like music.

Although country
is more my thing.

Country?

It's a broad church.

Something of a cult, in the
sense that country themes are

always so dark and
brooding, always wallowing

in the misery of life.

The new romantic movement, on
the other hand, that was... no,

it is.

It still is.

It's all about observation and
deconstructed poetic filters

creating a sense of
positive elevation.

Well, I've always been a
fan of keeping it simple

with three chords and the truth.

Uh, Mr. Hathaway, I understand

that you had a book signing
yesterday at the Kiwi Cafe.

For my autobiography, yes.

"Still Gifted, the Man,
the Music, the Myth."

What'd you think?

I haven't yet.

Did you sign this copy?

I sign a lot of books.

What's special about this one?

Well, it belonged
to Peggy Froome.

See?

To Peggy, kiss, kiss, James.

Yeah, I didn't sign that.

There, that was later, I think.

You told me this morning that
you didn't see her until you

saw her in the crowd.

I saw her in passing.

I signed a book.

She came to the gig.

And died shortly after.

A tragic accident, from
what little I know.

A witness said that Peggy
wanted to tell you something.

Do you have any idea what
that might have been?

Oh, let me guess, that she
loved me and she wanted us

to get married and
start a family,

the same fangirl
nonsense. she's

been spouting since the last
time I saw her, no doubt.

I wasn't in the mood
to play that game.

Are you that rude
to all of your fans?

You know what?

You're right.

I was rude.

I need to work on that.

Perhaps not having seen
Peggy for 40 years suddenly

shined a light on
the years, age.

And last night was hardly a
great launch to the new tour.

But how she died
and why she died,

I can't help you with that.

Is there anything
else that you are

not telling us, Mr. Hathaway?

No.

[ominous music]

[pop music]

♪ The bell tower towns

♪ All ring out her name

♪ Calling me on

♪ To fall into you

♪ Angels fall

♪ They fall from heaven

Okay.

Well, I admit, in
his youth, there

may well have been a certain...

Attraction?

Attractive quality.

You're attracted
to James Hathaway?

Not now.

Well, that's ageist.

No, it's a fact.

I have no comment.

Well, Xanthe Sumner could
obviously see past that.

Not anymore.

You still think James
Hathaway is lying?

About something, yes.

But whether he
killed Peggy Froome,

I mean, what's his motive,
apart from the fact

that he didn't
like her very much?

Well, the thing is, we've got
a man the victim was obsessed

with her whole life
singing, basically,

meet me in the bell tower in
a venue with a bell tower.

And an ex psych patient
mixing meds and alcohol?

I mean, that's an accident
waiting to happen.

You're forgetting
the fact that someone

put their hands
around her throat

before she fell off that roof.

Well, should we consider they
could have been self-inflicted

before she fell?

Yeah, some kind of
self-harm, maybe.

Yeah, she was
clearly very unwell.

We haven't seen her
medical records yet.

She must have been well
enough to be released.

[bell rings]

Senior?

Well?

Please, take a seat.

Thanks for coming in.

Well, it's not like we can
run my bar with your lot

still crawling all over it.

Our team are almost done, Ray.

She fell off the roof.

What's the big deal?

We believe that she had
help with the falling bit.

Pushed?

Do I need a lawyer?

Have you done anything wrong?

No.

Ray, this could be entrapment.

Let's go.

Trudy, Ray, please.

I'm after some background on
the moments leading up to...

That woman nearly killing us.

I can't help you.

But you were the last to leave?

Of course.

As responsible liquor
license holders,

we ensured the property
had been vacated.

Any stragglers?

Did you notice anyone
hanging about the premises?

Just us and the band.

They were the last to leave
as we'd finished cleaning up.

That was always the plan.

[cart rumbling]

And this, the pride
and joy of the Croc

and Panther, the ballroom.

It's very quaint.

The acoustics are really nice.

Indeed.

A lot of touring
bands have described

it as quite aspirational.

We had 200 in the other night
for a Creedence Clearwater

Revival tribute band.

Ooh, 200.

I'm sure we'll break that
record for you tonight.

I look forward to that.

What time do you finish?

Kick off at 9:00, two
hour set, just the hits.

Then we'll wait for
the crowd to go.

Works better that
way, saves me getting

RSI from all the autographs.

[chatter]

And they were the
last to leave the gig?

Yep.

Catch us tomorrow night.

Can't wait.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah.

It's a cool place you got here.

Come on.

Can we get out of here?

19?

You certainly set a new record.

What about the victim?

Did you see her leave?

She left just before them.

That was... what
a great night.

Are you all right there, love?

It's the emotions.

Seeing them again after
all these years and James,

knowing it's all
going to be all right.

Knowing it's all
going to be all right?

That's what she said.

Next time we see her's
15 minutes later.

Okay.

Thanks for your help.

Ray and Trudy remember
the victim leaving,

followed soon after by Nick,
Elaine, Xanthe, Paul and James.

But not Anton Ridgeley.

He wasn't mentioned.

Do we know if he's
turned up yet?

No.

And if he hasn't, you'd
have to wonder why

no one's reported him missing.

[country music]

♪ Man of few words

♪ Moving all alone

♪ He don't need no future

♪ He don't need no home

♪ He don't need
no future, boy ♪

♪ She don't need no home

[door knocking]

Hi.

I'm Detective Kristin Sims.

I think you know my
colleague, DC Chalmers.

Hello again.

Hi.

We stopped by the motel, but
Paul said you'd moved out.

Do you mind if we come inside?

Xanthe, the police are here.

Xanthe needed some space from
James since they broke up,

you know?

And you're keeping us
hostage in this town.

Hostage?

I guess you wouldn't want
to leave without Anton.

Have you heard from him yet?

His phone must be flat
or off or something.

Is this disappearing
act out of character?

No.

Yes.

Which is it?

He's been heaps better lately.

But he quit the band last night.

No, James fired him.

Same thing.

He was being an ass.

- James or Anton?
- Anton.

James.

Anton, do you know
what happens to people

in this band who take drugs?

They die.
- Easy, man.

Do you have a death wish?

Oh, that's purely
medicinal, boss.

It's for my nerves.

Why not put that energy
into playing better?

♪ Maneuvers in the dark

♪ You by me

♪ Want to be your animal

♪ You by me

♪ Never your mineral

♪ You by me

♪ Won't be your vegetable

♪ Just want to be your animal

Oh, come on.

James, he's the shiz.

It was one mistake.

Ask Paul.

Best you've ever had.

Right, Paul?

Guys, listen to what
James is saying.

Seriously?

You're going to side with him?

Do you lose time staring
at his ass all night?

- Hey!
- Hey, okay.

That's enough.

Anton, you're fired.

[laughter]

Oh, fine.

Fine, man.

You want to blame
me for the fact

that the gig was a washout?

Good luck with the delusion.

Sorry.

So he does have a drug problem?

Yes.

No.

He does have a drug
problem, Elaine.

Can I get his number?

[phone ringing]

Oh, my God, it's ringing.

It's actually ringing.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hey, babe.

It's me.

Hey.

The phone was ringing.

You just answered it.

Oh.

Yeah.

Where are you?

I don't know, babe.

Everywhere.

Nowhere.

Are you in a house or a bar?

A field.

Yeah, I'm in a field.

Anton?

DC Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

Okay.

I'd like to talk to you about
your whereabouts last night.

I was here, man.

This field, can you look around?

Can you tell me if there's
any distinguishing features?

Flowers.

Okay.

Flowers is helpful.

Stones?

Yeah, lots of stones.

Like standing stones with
the words and numbers.

Oh.

Stay where you are, Anton.

I'm finding it hard to move.

I'll stay here?

Mm-hmm.

[birds chirping]

Standing stones with writing
with lots of flowers.

Couldn't formulate the
word cemetery, Anton?

It was on the tip of my tongue.

You know, a less generous
person might think

you were taking the piss.

Mm. Actually, I could
really use one of those.

Yeah, well, you're
not doing that here.

We've got a toilet you can
use back at the station.

What'd you do to your hands?

I don't know.

Nothing?

Let's go.

All right.

[groan]

Here today.

Anton?

How you feeling?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm coming right.

I made you a coffee.

Hopefully that spurs your memory

of what happened last night.

Do you guys mind not
sitting so close?

I'm feeling a little
crowded and...

yeah.

Wow.

That is... Okay.

What is that?

Coffee, Anton.

Drunk by billions of
people all over the world?

Not like that it's not.

Any recall on what
happened to your hands?

No.

Sorry.

Okay.

Anton, you disappeared
last night.

We want to know your movements.

You left the venue before
the rest of the band

and didn't head back
to the motel with them.

Tell us what you got up to.

Oh, well, I quit the
band, walked out.

We heard you got fired.

It's the same thing.

After that, I was
answerable to nobody.

And I needed to calm my nerves.

Drugs?

Organics.

I... I like to forage.

After you left the venue,
did you see this woman?

What's this about?

Did you see her?

[paper rustling]

Your fingerprints
matches on a ladder

left leaning against the
Crocodile and Panther.

Peggy Froome's prints
were all over it too.

Oh, okay.

Okay, okay.

I helped her.

So what?

What does that mean exactly?

I helped her on her journey.

[ominous music]

Hey.

What are you looking
at, pretty ribbon lady?

I need to get up there.

Up there?

Ah.

Till you're closer
to the moon, yeah.

I'm down with that.

Let's go hunting ladders.

Yeah. Come.

We found one.

Like I said, I'm a forager.

The universe always provides.

Where's Anton?

Anton?

Anton, we're leaving.

Do you want to
play hide and seek?

Mm-hmm.

Anton?

I like you more than Graham.

The old keyboard player?

He was always mean to me.

Teased me.

Graham's dead.

All right?

So no one's going
to hurt you now.

You're nice.

Let's get closer to the moon.

[giggle]

You helped her onto the roof?

Sure.

Why not?

[ominous music]

I mean, where's the harm?

You know?

Don't you think it's
a little strange?

What?

It's 11:30 at night.

You climbed onto a
roof with a stranger.

Some would call that
rock and roll, baby.

Most would call
it strange, Anton.

She said she was
meeting someone.

Who?

James.

James Hathaway?

That's... that's
what she said.

James will be here soon

Actually, I think he just left.

No.

He's coming.

I have something very
important to tell him.

And don't ask me what
because I can't say.

I mean, she wasn't serious.

She was clearly a
little obsessed.

And then what happened?

On the off chance that
James did climb up,

I didn't want to see him.

So I just...

I just left her to
it and went foraging.

Do you think I could get
a cup of tea, please?

We'll be right back.

From what we know,
James would never

have agreed to meet Peggy.

The same James
Hathaway who had just

fired Anton from his band.

Well, he's admitted
to being there,

up there with the victim.

The others had left.

So if not Anton, who
else had opportunity?

But what motive?

Well, he was under
the influence.

Maybe he had a strange
reaction to the organic drugs,

flipped out.

See if you can keep him close.

[contemplative music]

Anton?

It's your lucky night.

Oh?

Okay.

You're a person of interest.

Hey.

Thanks, man.

You're actually... you're not
the first person to say that.

So interesting, we'd
like you to hang

around a little
bit longer while we

check a few things out.

Oh, come on, man.

I just... I want to lay down.

Now, that can be arranged.

Okay.

Yeah, this way.

Are you sure this is kosher?

You want a place to rest.

I'm not going to lock the door.

It's a win-win situation, Anton.

Nettles!

I was out foraging, and I
grabbed this bunch of nettles.

On our drive into Brokenwood,
I was absolutely busting.

My bladder leads me to some
pretty interesting places.

Oh, hurry up, Anton.

What's he doing?

Could someone please tell
Anton to get back in the van?

Anton?

Get your ass back in the van.

The universe always provides.

[camera clicking]

[phone beeping]

Hey, we got places to be.

I knew I couldn't pick
them in front of James.

So that night, after I said
goodbye to ribbon lady,

I followed my GPS.

[contemplative music]

[fabric ripping]

[grunt]

[groan]

♪

My beautiful children!

Ow.

And after that, was all blurry.

I ruined my favorite shirt.

I'm going to need
to access this.

[country music]

Another book signing?

What else to do while we wait
for Anton to start to pack up?

Just one final clarification?

Thanks.

Yesterday, you said that you
signed Peggy's book later.

Where was that?

Here, after the
soundcheck, I think.

Then you saw her three times?

What if I did?

More reason for her to get
upset, perhaps or upset you.

I was hardly upset.

Annoyed?

Sure.

She could be very annoying.

Hi again.

Oh, how about that
autograph now?

Peggy, the last time I saw you,

you were wearing that
exact same outfit.

And that must have been...

It was 40 years ago.

Hmm?

Still my favorite.

So where have you
been all this time?

Locked away somewhere?

Yes.

Yeah, I had some psychiatric
problems for a while,

but I'm good now.

The medication helps.

Right.

Okay.

Oh, and I'm not in it.

In what?

Your book.

I'm not in your book.

Why would you be in it?

Well, I was... well, I
still am your biggest fan.

So I thought...

This book is about
the big stuff,

the music, the art, the
triumphs, the gold records,

the struggles.

I've struggled.

I've something to tell you.

Peggy, let me be very
clear, like "Crystal Rain."

Oh, my God, I love that song.

Your B-side to "Gifted."

It could have been
another single.

Thank you.

Yes, but no, I mean,
I need to be clear.

There is nothing
you could tell me

that I would want to
know because there's

nothing going on between us.

There was never anything
real between us.

Real, the difference
between something one

can hold on to and
something one imagines.

Except once.

That one time in Timaru.

That's just your imagination.

[ominous music]

And that was it.

What happened in Timaru?

Well, that must have been
the last time I'd seen her.

I can't remember.

It seems she could, though.

Well, Peggy would
come to all our gigs,

wherever we played,
Invercargill to Dargaville.

She'd be in the crowd.

But clearly memorable for her.

Let's just say, I saw her in
the hotel lobby at breakfast.

I was eating an apple.

Why would she remember that?

Well, Peggy's a fan,
a very intense fan.

She'd remember that.

An apple?

An apple or it might
have been a banana.

It's a metaphor for memory.

How is a banana a
metaphor for memory?

Well, let's say you and I were

in a hotel lobby 40 years ago.

Well, 40 years ago,
I wasn't born, so.

Noted.

And let's say I ate an apple.

Oh, I remember, it was
a beautiful, delicious,

red apple.

Only you, you remember
it as a green apple.

In the end, it doesn't
matter. I ate an apple.

Your point being?

People remember what
they want to remember.

You say green apple,
I say, red apple.

Oh, that's good.

Red apple, green...

[hums]

Oh, that's... Paul,
got a good one.

♪ Red apple, green

♪ Green apple, red

♪ It's not what you think

♪ It's what you said

[country music]

♪

♪ Can I have a little
peace in my darkness now? ♪

♪ Have I paid enough juice
to starve for a while? ♪

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

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

♪ For a little sign

Timaru?

Something big
happened in Timaru.

It was the death of
the original guitarist,

Steve Sloan.

A van left the road.

Peggy Froome, for some
reason, was in the van

and was badly injured.

Steve left behind a young wife
and a six-month-old son, Nick.

Steve's wife blamed Peggy
and tried to lay charges.

But Peggy disappeared into
the welfare of the Edgecliff

Medical Institution.

The band reforms with Nick
in place of his father.

And Peggy turns up.

A revenge story, you think?

Well, they're packing out
of the Croc and Panther.

Worth asking some questions
before they scatter?

Hmm.

Officers?

It's just a vape, honestly.

You leaving town?

I wish.

One more night in hell
before our gig in Riverstone.

Well, stay safe.

[footsteps crunching]

[country music]

James?

Please.

I'm working here.

You're treating me
like I have the plague.

Can we just talk about this?

Xanthe, come on.

Shame, such a lovely couple.

Especially with her being...

With her being?

With a child.

[door creaking]

[gasp]

[vomiting]

You all right in there, love?

Please, go away.

[toilet flushing]

Do you need a glass of water?

Good news is, first trimester
is always the worst.

I have an instinct
for these things.

I'm sure there's still hope.

Maybe they'll choose to
get married in Brokenwood.

I'll slip them a business card.

Nice guitar.

Thanks.

I understand it
belonged to your father.

Yep.

Sorry to hear about his passing.

It was a long time ago.

It must feel good,
filling his shoes.

Well, it has its challenges.

You said earlier you
didn't know Peggy Froome.

I never met her before that day.

But your dad did.

I wouldn't know.

I was only...

Six months old at the time.

Yeah.

It was an accident
just outside Timaru.

Van went off the road.

Jesus!

Peggy Froome was in the van.

And your dad didn't make it.

I didn't know that.

How your dad died?

No, I knew about the accident.

Not about her.

Your mother did.

She tried taking Peggy to court.

It got messy.

Your mother blamed Peggy
for your father's death.

Peggy ended up in
psychiatric care.

Your mother never
mentioned that?

Then 40 years go by
and you meet Peggy

Froome for the first time.

And later that night,
she falls to her death.

Coincidence?

You're the one
telling the story.

[ominous music]

We should pick this up
back at the station.

[door thudding]

Did you have any interactions
with Peggy Froome

during that day?

No.

But you were aware who she was?

Yeah.

Yeah.

My mama got riled up about it
over the years, made her sick,

to be honest.

So when I saw Peggy in the
bar as we went in to set up,

yeah, I know who she was
right away, like something

out of mythology.

And I felt sick.

Like all my mom's sickness
just converged in me, and I...

all that rage.

But I don't want to go there.

I'm here for the music.

That's all, to
make my dad proud.

When you left with the
band, did you see anyone

acting out of the ordinary?

No.

We all just left.

Except Anton.

Yeah.

Of course, Anton.

And James.

James?

Yeah.

He wanted to walk.

This night sucks.

Yep, heavily.

Absolutely.

What?

Don't you back a set.

You know what?

I'm going to walk,
clear my head.

You sure, mate?

I saw a cemetery as we drove in.

Going to sing to some ghosts.

[door sliding]

[engine humming]

Thanks for coming in.

Well, I got the feeling
I didn't have the choice.

It's come to our
attention that you didn't

leave the venue on
the night in question

with the rest of the band.

I did leave with them.

We have a witness
that says otherwise.

Well, I left with them.

I chose not to
travel in the van.

And you simply walked
back to the motel?

I was in a reflective mood.

I found myself in the cemetery.

I started a new song, working
title "Cemetery Song."

It's about ghosts from
the past, the past

being brought into the future.

Prompted by the reappearance
of Peggy Froome?

It was more about
standing on stage

and looking out at 19 people.

Slightly humbling.

So at 11:30 PM, on
a very cold night,

you sat in the cemetery
writing a song.

I stood.

♪ Death rocks

♪ Stones in the gloom

♪ Roll over in your grave

♪ Make me some room

Oh, that's good.

That's good.

I'll need to verify
this somehow.

Well, I took selfies.

Mm.

Mhm.

Pretty good, don't you think?

And then I made my
way back to my motel

and got summarily dumped.

We'll need to make
copies of these.

I have nothing to
hide, Detective.

Maybe James Hathaway wasn't
happy about the pregnancy.

They fought about it?

She's walked out?

So it's not connected
to Peggy's death?

It's just a coincidence?

Well, Xanthe possibly
feeling the heightened

emotions of all that?

Hormonal, you mean.

Spoken like a man.

And sees Peggy as a threat.

Well, that doesn't
make any sense.

I mean, why would she
be jealous of Peggy?

James Hathaway clearly
couldn't stand her,

nor had any time for her.

What if James and Peggy had
some secret thing going on?

You mean while she was
in psychiatric care?

Oh, come on.

I mean, I don't
particularly like the guy,

but he's not a wacko.

What about when
they were younger?

You know, back then,
she might have been...

Yeah?

Go on, say it.

Hotter?

Different.

Yeah.

By all accounts,
she was different...

on a different plane entirely.

Okay.

So how do we find out if Xanthe
Sumner is actually pregnant?

Well, Mike's with James.

We could ask him.

What if she hasn't told him yet?

It could get awkward.

So we ask her.

And when I say, we, I mean you.

Obviously, that's something
better coming from a woman.

Mm.

[gear thudding]

So how well did you
know Peggy Froome?

I didn't.

None of us did, apart
from James and Paul.

Apparently she was the
groupie from years ago?

James never mentioned her?

Never.

Well, it seems she held a
candle for him for a long time.

Did you ever feel
threatened by that?

Doubt it.

She was clearly troubled.

So why did you
break up with James?

What business is that of yours?

It's background.

A lot happened the other night.

Your keyboardist was fired.

You broke up with
James Hathaway,

and a woman was killed.

Yeah, well, it's always a lot.

You know, I work as a roadie.

I work the sound desk,
and most of the time,

I feel like camp mother.

Musicians are like
children, you know.

I'll take your word for it.

And it's all for free.

James says the money's
going to start rolling in.

Please.

Do you know how many were in
the crowd the other night?

- 19.
- Counting me?

Yeah.

James has his head in the
clouds, no business sense.

He's just dreaming up new
songs that, quite frankly,

aren't very good.

They're not very interesting.

He is actually not
that interesting.

And not to sound shallow, but
I'm only 39 and he's nearly 60.

There are bigger age
gaps that I've heard of.

Yeah, well, it's too big for me.

And there he was, singing songs
in a graveyard at midnight.

I realized I was over it.

So I dumped him.

So it had nothing to do
with you being pregnant?

What?

Who says I'm pregnant?

You're not pregnant?

No.

Why would you ask that?

Sorry.

I mean, do you want
me to pee on a stick?

No, no. Sorry.

Somebody... somebody
misinterpreted.

[footsteps tapping]

How'd it go?

About as badly as I could have

hoped for, if I had, in fact,
hoped for it to go badly.

She's not pregnant, and Mrs.
Baker is officially a menace.

So where does that leave us?

I don't know, with a
victim who no one thought

much of or knew much about.

And... and our request for
Peggy Froome's psych report

has been declined.

We've been referred
to her psychiatrist,

Dr. Roger Plummer.

Did you know about this?

I did not.

[contemplative music]

[gentle music]

♪ I've met some
new people here ♪

♪ They're lovely

Won't be long.

♪ But It's crystal clear

Detective Shepherd?

Now he gets my name right.

A peace offering.

I cannot accept that.

Seriously?

A glass of wine between
men, you're off duty.

Surely?

Well, that can be
hard to define.

How did you find me?

Brokenwood is a small
town, detective.

Ask and you shall receive.

Impressive.

Surely you're a man who
appreciates quality.

I can't accept that.

I can, however, offer
you something of mine.

♪ And guess that it comes

Ah, pull up a pew.

[liquid splashing]

I see you've come with backup.

Oh, Paul drives. I don't,

Does he...

This can be just between us.

[birds chirping]

Well?

What?

The reason you're
here, Mr. Hathaway?

I'm sure it's not to
delve through my country

music collection.

I like country
music, I respect it.

I'm thinking of doing
a country album.

It worked for Beyonce.

Please don't.

I feel we got off
on the wrong foot.

I was worried you
might have felt I

was glib about Peggy's death.

I'm not.

It was upsetting.

She's certainly been
a part of your life

in one way or another
for quite some time.

Although I don't see
her mentioned in here.

There were many
groupies, Mr. Shepherd.

I'd be lying if I said
I remembered them all.

So none rather
than miss some out?

The thing is there
was this one time.

It was 1985.

In Timaru?

Yes.

We were riding high.

Peggy had been following
us around for months,

and she'd become a joke.

And I thought I
could make that joke

funnier by sleeping with her.

[laughter]

Afterwards, she was ridiculous,
like an overexcited puppy.

I thought, Christ,
what have I unleashed?

I had to get her out of there.

Steve, get her out of here, man.

- Dude, what have you done?
- Anywhere.

Just take her.

Come on.

James?

"Gifted" to you.

Come on, let's go.

James!

Peggy, come on, you nutbar.

So Steve drove her away for me.

The van veered off the road
to avoid some wild animal.

Jesus!

[car crashing]

Peggy was injured,
but I never...

we never saw her again
until the other night,

40 years later, like
a ghost from the past.

Did you blame Peggy
for Steve's death?

I blame myself.

Anyway, now you know
the truth, the...

the hidden chapter, if you like.

Yes, I slept with Peggy
Froome, but it meant nothing.

Except for the death
of Steve Sloan.

I carry that with me every day.

And now Peggy is dead, too.

It's 40 years later.

How could you possibly try
and link those two things?

I carry guilt, but
I'm not guilty.

[mysterious music]

Your wine's pretty
good, by the way.

♪ And I guess
that's the curse ♪

♪ Of a love that
don't weather ♪

♪ No matter where I roam

♪ Because the sweetest days

♪ Tend to taste
a little bitter ♪

♪ If your feet
aren't on my ground ♪

♪ And I'll always want
to call you first ♪

♪ And I guess
that's the curse ♪

[door thuds]

I knew she was vulnerable.

In the car ride, I had
offered to help her

if she wanted to reach out.

She showed up on
Saturday afternoon.

Peggy?

I need help.

Come on.

She was seeking
treatment and medication.

She had run out.

It's not something I ever do,
but I have an emergency supply,

you see.

I would get sanctioned,
disqualified, even.

But being a Saturday...

how about we take a
trip to the hospital?

I can't.

I can't miss Stolen Arrow.

Tomorrow, I'll go tomorrow.

I promise.

To do that, I got her
to sign on as a patient.

I then took it upon myself
to seek her records,

expecting her to
return the next day.

But of course... they
only arrived this morning.

While the medication
settled her,

she talked, and it
was quite a story.

There had been an accident.

Yes.

In Timaru, we know about that.

Well, she'd suffered
a serious head injury,

compounding what is believed
to have been a pre-existing

bipolar condition.

She started hallucinating.

According to her records,
she began claiming

quite outrageous things.

The hospital transferred
her to Edgecliff.

What sort of things?

That James Hathaway
was the Messiah,

that she was the recipient
of an immaculate conception.

Well, that would have
been easily disprovable.

Ah, but there was
a baby, you see.

[scream]

Let me hold my baby.

Let me... let me hold my baby.

Let me hold my baby!

But they didn't.

This was before things changed.

They took baby F,
as she was called.

And she was hastily given away
in a closed adoption, which

can only have
exacerbated Peggy's

sense of loss and her
psychological challenges.

So it's a factual statement
that Peggy Froome had a child?

Yes.

And the father?

Simply listed as unknown.

Wait.

What was the date
of birth given?

13 January...

1986.

68, 13, 1.

A birthday.

Around the wrong way.

Story of her life, really.

Okay.

Anton Ridgeley's
story checks out.

He seems to have
little interest in any

internal politics in the band.

Except for Elaine.

Well, even then, if given,
the choice between her

and shrooms.

James Hathaway never mentioned

seeing him in the cemetery.

Yeah.

The place where Anton
foraged is a good 20 minutes'

walk from Brokenwood Cemetery.

Their paths would
never have crossed.

Okay.

So do we need to get
Nick Sloan back in here?

He knew who Peggy was.

Maybe he meets this figure from
the mists of his family history

and just snapped?

Well, he has a clear motive,
but where's the opportunity?

From leaving the Croc and
Panther, he's in the van,

then at the motel.

Did he double back?

Timeline doesn't work.

There's only 15
minutes from the band

leaving and Ray and Trudy
witnessing Peggy fall.

What about this Paul Black?

Interesting.

There's been a few comments made

that would suggest he was
secretly in love with James,

that his devotion to James and
the band over all these years

is based in an unrequited love.

Come on.

Hey.

It's going to be okay.

He saw Peggy as a threat, maybe.

He would have known about
all the goings on in Timaru.

But he drove the remaining
band members back to the motel.

So that leaves Xanthe, who
didn't even know Peggy.

And as Nick said, she was
splitting up with James.

Paul, stop the van.

Xanthe followed him.

I guess she thought
the cemetery was

a good place to dump his ass.

And let's face it.

She's better off without him.

I mean... I don't mean to
judge, but James Hathaway

is old enough to
be her father, so.

So?

Oh no.

[ominous music]

[steady music]

♪ I rest my head
on your shoulder ♪

♪ We both don't say a thing

♪ I've never heard
such silence ♪

♪ We can hear us think

♪ I can't look into your eyes

♪ Our lips are so damn close

♪ But I start to pull away

♪ I start to say
that I should go ♪

[door thuds]

[clears throat]

Xanthe, can you just
remind me where you

broke things off with James.

At the cemetery after the gig.

Yes.

You asked the van
to stop just down

the road from the
Crocodile and Panther.

I need to talk to James.

Good luck with that.

The thing is, that's not
how James remembers that.

He's mistaken.

He's old.

Well, that's not how Paul
remembers it, either.

The argument woke me up.

And I thought, I'd
better go check on James,

just to make sure it wasn't
going to get physical.

You know?

Maybe it's a generational thing.

What is this?

It's the truth, James.

I can't be around you anymore.

So if you weren't
at the cemetery,

that means you had time to
return to the Croc and Panther

to meet up with Peggy Froome.

[footsteps crunching]

Who... and I'm sure this would
have come as a surprise to you,

had already made her way
up to the bell tower.

She was waiting faithfully on
your instruction, no doubt,

to give you and James
some special news.

When did you find out
she was your mother?

After the soundcheck.

[paper rustling]

Oh, jeez.

Hello, Xanthe.

Um, hi.

James isn't here.

Okay?

I know.

Okay, then, see you at the gig.

I wanted to talk to you.

About James?

Look, everything you need to
know about him is in that book.

It's not.

You reached out to find
your birth parents recently.

How do you know about that?

I got your message.

I was so happy.

What message?

The closed adoption people,
I had to give my permission.

No, they took you away from me.

It wasn't my decision.

I wanted to tell you that.

Are you saying...

When I heard you were working
for James, I was so happy.

I mean, I was happy anyway.

But then you're working for
James, my favorite band.

James Hathaway.

Are you saying...

I'm your birth mother.

You're my mother?

And when I tell
James, we can all

be together again,
just like we should

have been all those years ago.

James singing... I
could do front of house.

Father, mother, daughter.

13th of January, 1986.

Your birthday backwards.

No.

It's my secret.

No, they took you away from me.

But I made sure they
wouldn't make me forget.

You're lying!

Why would I lie about
something like this?

No.

I've only ever had one child.

And that child is you.

Why do you say that James is...

I've only ever
slept with one man.

And that man was your father.

[dramatic music]

[door thudding]

[vomiting]

You all right in there, love?

[dramatic music]

[door knocking]

[toilet flushing]

♪ Bell tower towns

♪ All ring out her name

♪ Calling me on

♪ To. fall into you

♪ Angels fall

♪ They fall from heaven

Sorry about that.

Oh, it's a lot to take in.

Have you told anyone
else who my father is?

No.

No, I want to be the
first to tell him.

It's only right.

Then we should
tell him together.

Yes.

Now, at the motel?

No.

He'll be resting for the gig.

Afterwards, I'll
organize a special place.

A special place
for special news.

Not a word to anyone, Mom.

[laughter]

You're...

[slow music]

Getting her up there
was easy enough.

♪ Man on a hill

♪ Searchlight beams

♪ Finding you out

♪ Through the wind
and the rain ♪

19 people?

How did that happen, Xanthe?

Word was, it's a walk-up town.

I guess it's not.

[door knocking]

Is now a good time?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Not now.

Wait for us outside.

But he knows we need to talk?

Yeah.

And he wants it to be special.

He said we should meet
in the bell tower.

Oh my God.

Just like the song.

Just like the song.

Wait outside.

[somber music]

Then a few minutes later, we
were getting ready to leave.

What?

Don't you back a set?

You know what?

I'm going to walk,
clear my head.

[door sliding]

Paul?

Stop the van.

I need to talk to James.

Good luck with that.

Hit hard, sister.

[engine humming]

[ominous music]

Oh.

You're quite giddy up here.

Must be the emotions.

Sure is a long way down.

Where's James?

He's not coming.

But we have to tell him.

I've decided he
doesn't need to know.

But you can't decide that.

Nobody can ever know.

[groaning]

[bell rings]

[somber music]

[body thuds]

Jesus Christ!

She let me fall in love with...

But she couldn't have known.

No?

Really?

She could have pulled
herself together.

How about that?

She could have
gotten herself well.

She could have gotten
herself out of that loony bin

a whole lot sooner.

And none of this, and
I mean none of this,

would have happened.

You just don't ever
come back from this.

I will never come
back from this.

[contemplative music]

Detective, this has
gone on long enough.

Why are you keeping me here?

Please, sit down.

I've already admitted I
slept with the victim once,

40 years ago.

You want to pin
her murder on me?

Seriously?

We know that you
didn't murder her.

Oh, thank God.

So I can go?

Please.

We also know that Xanthe
Sumner was responsible

for Peggy Froome's death.

Xanthe?

No, no, that's not possible.

She has confessed.

Is this some kind of wind up?

I truly wish it was.

But how is that possible?

Xanthe doesn't know her.

This will come out in court.

So it's better that
you hear it now.

Hear what?

What do I need to hear?

I think it's going
to be about now.

[ominous music]

♪ Fall into you

♪ Angels fall

♪ They fall from heaven

♪ Like dreamers fall

♪ They fall from heaven

[chatter]

[bass strumming]

Three of the usuals.

Thanks, Frodo.

And I'll have
whatever you're having

to make you smile like that.

The band broke up.

She's busking for
money to get home.

My dream came true.

I guess I should toss her a coin

to help her get out of hell.

Well, hey.

No hurry on that.

I want this to last.

[steady music]

♪ Angels cry

♪ They cry from heaven

♪ Like lovers cry

♪ Lost to the sea

♪ Taking over feels so new

♪ You're gifted to me

♪ I am gifted to you

♪ Taking over,
head over heels ♪

♪ Lifted above

♪ We are lifted above