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[pensive music]

♪

- Hi, there.

- What did bring you back here?

- I just thought Mum could use the help after Lynne.

[piano playing]

- No other agenda?

- Another idiot gone over the edge of Skippers.

[lynne screaming]

- Her sister was one of those idiots that went over the edge

at Skippers.

- You've stirred up quite the hornet's nest, Anais.

- I've done my job.

- Doing your kind of job can have,

uh, unfortunate repercussions, Anais, and not just for you,

but for those around you.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- It smelled so bad, I called you, fearing the worst.

It's odd, this.

It was opened when I got here.

Someone must have been in the mine.

[faint piano playing]

The gate was supposed to keep tourists from wandering in

and getting themselves lost.

It's a maze in here.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- I've never been in a mine before.

- Yeah.

It's an old dig, this one.

The Chinese, 1860s.

From here, mind your footing.

There we go.

See?

Oh, that smell.

- Oh, yeah.

[groans]

- Hey.

Look at that.

- Yeah.

Looks like it's been bashed with a hammer or something.

And the key's missing, you reckon?

- From the museum, yeah.

[whoosh]

♪

- Should do the trick, eh?

- Oh, you're not cutting the padlock?

- Keep it still for me.

Two.

[cracking]

Whew.

[chuckles] Bit buggy, eh?

That chain's the weakest--

[shattering]

--link.

[camera shutter clicking]

♪

Oh, wow.

No wonder why could can smell it from way back there.

- Wait, what's-- what's happened here?

♪

It's collapsed.

- [coughing]

- [coughs]

[rats squeaking]

- [screams] Jesus!

[melancholy music]

♪

- Anais.

Happy to see you.

Been a while. - Yeah.

Sorry.

I've been, um, busy at work, and I thought maybe we needed

some time to clear the air.

- Well, hopefully three weeks has been more than enough time.

- I thought, um, maybe we could arrange to have

dinner sometimes, like.

- Oh.

Well, that sounds lovely.

I could book us in somewhere.

- Yeah, or--or you could come to the lodge.

I could cook for us.

- Ah, the lodge.

Ah, yes, yes, of course.

Um, I'll, uh--

I'll, um--I'll check my schedule.

- Great.

Hey, uh, has anyone been there in the last few months?

- Oh, no, I don't go up there.

And Lynne didn't either.

Why?

- Oh, no reason.

It's nice.

The, um, piano's gone?

- Yeah.

I sold it.

Too many memories, darling.

- They're my memories, too.

[phone buzzing]

Sorry.

Jarrod?

Okay.

Okay, well, you know what to do.

Seal off the scene.

Send me the location.

Get Simon to meet me there.

Bye.

Hey, Mum, can you figure out a date that suits,

and--and I'll call you? - Yes, of course.

- Sorry. It's--

- It's work. That's fine.

I'll let you know.

[folksy music, woman vocalizing]

♪

- Shaft's been closed for two weeks now due to the rain.

I came by to see how well she was drying out and--shew,

on the nose.

- So normally you'd be bringing tourists through here

on a regular basis?

- Couple of parties a day, yeah.

We walk them over from the museum.

That's where the tours are advertised.

- And any closures, too?

- Yes.

If somebody wanted to lock somebody

in so they couldn't be found, they'd

know which shaft to choose.

See?

I read your mind. - [chuckles]

- Should have been a detective, eh?

- Yeah, a regular Sherlock.

- SAR are finishing the safety assessment

and clearing the rocks.

Scene of Crime is still standing by, recording it all.

- Can you take me to the museum, please?

- Yeah, sure.

It's a short walk in sensible shoes.

- Hey, also, Anais, SOCO has managed

to get a look at the victim's arm

before they had to wait for safety clearance.

Looks like ligature marks on the wrist.

- Right, so he could have been tied up.

Okay, give me a call when the rockfall has been cleared.

- Gotcha.

- And, uh, Simon, it's probably nothing,

but, um, bag that, and get it checked, will you?

- Sure.

- Lovely day for a walk.

[pensive music]

♪

So the missing key, any ideas?

- Beats me.

I kept it in the office.

Oh, Janice, this is the detective girlie.

Janice runs the joint.

- [non-English speech]

- Uh, office is this way.

She's interested in the keys.

- Yeah, are they normally locked up?

- No.

Oh, the building gets locked up,

though, when no one's there.

There's lots of volunteers with access, though--

Martyn included.

- Oof.

Gonna need an alibi, are we?

- So, um, when the museum's open,

is there normally someone in the office?

- Mostly, although, you know, people need

to pee and get a cup of tea.

- It's usually not in that order.

[chuckles]

- I wouldn't mind a cup of tea myself.

A body?

I mean, bloody hell.

- Yeah, it's--it's very distressing, I know.

Just to clarify, so, given the rain and the mining tunnel keys

not being used for a while, do you think that it's possible

that somebody could have taken the keys

without them being noticed and then returned them?

- Well, with one key missing, I doubt it.

- I don't know.

It's possible.

[whimsical music]

Office is in here.

♪

- Do you have CCTV?

- All through the place.

- Not actually in the office, though.

- Right.

Well, um, we'll need to access your camera logs so we know how

long the body's been there. - All right.

I'll talk to my tech fellow and make sure they're available.

They get kept for a month, I think.

- Oh, great.

That should be useful then.

- Nancy Drew here is waiting on them

digging the poor bugger up.

- Oh, dear.

Um, well, do you want to have a look

around while you wait then?

You'll find it interesting.

Now, the gold rush here all started with Jack Tewa in 1862

and a whole United Nations of miners--

English, Irish, Chinese, Europeans--

- Want to have a go at panning for gold?

- Oh, uh, thank you, but I should get back.

We'll have more questions at some point,

so maybe I can go for gold, then.

That's a nice display.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

- Where's his hammer? - Oh.

I hadn't noticed that.

- Bloody kids.

This will be his third.

- Well, all the more reason to check your CCTV, then.

- [sighs]

- Thanks, Martyn.

Janice.

- Yep.

No, you're good.

Just keep going down.

You--you can't miss it.

- Okay, thanks, Jarrod.

- Hey, um, so SOCOs are done, and so is SAR.

- Yes, I know that, Jarrod.

That's why I cleared Anais to go in.

- Uh, well, good luck to her.

Bit of fresh air, if that's all right.

[melancholy music]

♪

- I found this torch next to him under the rocks.

Switch is in the off position.

[lights powering down]

- No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck!

[echoing]

- Battery's dead.

I tried it.

- Through the bag?

- Yes, through the bag.

- Sorry.

The shovel, has it been moved?

- They left it as close to its position as they could.

Took some befores and afters as well.

- Looks like he dropped it as he

fell when the rocks came down.

[rocks crumbling]

But it looks like he was trying to dig his way out, get

up to that ventilation shaft.

Ooh.

We were, um, lucky to find him.

The airflow from the shaft is what blew

the smell out into the tunnel.

- Panning shovel, some Chinese characters on it.

- Talk to Scene of the Crime, see

if they can send a photo to the museum, get a rough date on it.

- No problem.

It's pretty ancient.

- Yeah, but look.

I think we'll find that is what made those marks on the padlock

and chain out by the gate.

He had a go at smashing the lock before he

tried to dig his way out.

[clanging]

- Yeah, we got his shirt and jacket, hat, and the water

bottle here, too.

- Were the clothes like that?

Neat?

- Yeah.

I haven't touched them yet.

I reckon this was hot work.

Stripped to the waist.

He's tidy.

- Let's see if we can get an ID.

[folksy music]

[chatter]

His name is Sean Connery.

- You're joking.

- Maybe his parents were.

Driver's license is registered to a Westport address.

- We, uh, think the shovel is something he had with him.

Martyn Furnley, the volunteer who does the tours,

says there were no hand tools on display in that tunnel.

- Hmm.

I wonder where he got it from, then.

- It's a good question.

Janice from the museum said it dates

back mid to late 19th century.

- Well, that's, um, 19--

- 1850s to 1900s, Jarrod.

- [chuckles] Before I was born, eh?

- The cigarette tin was at the scene, too.

- What was in it?

- Very fine grains of what looks like gold, about half

an ounce.

We're getting a sample checked out, to be sure.

- We've also put in some legwork around town.

Got a couple of confirmed sightings.

The cap he was wearing was distinctive.

- He was seen in the company of another man

over a few days a week ago.

Must have been staying somewhere in the area.

We've tried the hotel, motels, too, but no go.

- Holiday lettings?

- That's the next job.

You and Jarrod on it? - On it.

- Sweet.

- And we should probably follow up on his home address, too.

- Yeah, okay. I'll get on to it.

- Thanks, boss.

And, um, meantime, we've blown up a picture

from his driver's license.

We'll get that posted around town.

And Ihaka's gonna autopsy tonight, so I'll attend.

- Me, too.

- No, I need you pushing for results on that gold.

And follow up on anything the boss gets from Westport.

I want to know who his buddy is and where.

- Okay. - Okay, good.

- Oh, hey, by the way, I already

sent off that baggie for testing

with the other stuff from the scene.

- Oh, great.

- What baggie?

- Um, oh, just something I spotted on the ground

outside the mine, probably unrelated,

dropped by a tourist or something,

but um, worth checking out.

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Hi.

- Oh!

- Dinner?

- Um, dinner--lunch.

Lunch and dinner. - Oh.

- Sorry.

I had a busy day.

And then our gold miner turned up,

so I thought I would grab something now.

Sorry.

Do you want a bite?

- Oh, no.

Thank you.

Sesame seeds, teeth, ugh, not for me.

[sighs] And, uh, just to be clear,

he was found in a gold mine.

But I'm pretty sure he's a tourist as opposed to a miner.

- Okay. Duly noted.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Also, stay clear of sesame seeds

when trying to look cool in front of you.

- [chuckles]

- You--you like those?

- Oh, yeah.

But I am horrible at keeping them alive.

- You know, succulents are actually pretty easy.

They--they tend to tell you when you've gone a little bit

too far, you know?

Sun or water.

Like, uh, this one's leaves are looking a little bit dark.

I think I need to put it out in the sun.

Sorry, buddy.

I'll sort you out later.

Hey, um, I was just wondering, um,

if we were to--to go out to dinner,

you know, pizza instead of burgers?

[laughs]

- Pizza is good.

It doesn't tend to have seeds, so that's a good start.

- Okay, cool.

Obviously, after the investigation.

- Well, after the investigation tends to turn into weeks.

So what are you doing tomorrow night?

Are you free? - Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

- I will try not to talk shop too much.

- I'll try not to talk too much about my plants.

[laughs] Yeah.

[sighs] - Shall we?

- Uh, yeah.

I will scrub up, gown up, and then

let's see what this poor guy can tell us, yeah?

[suspenseful music]

Okay.

Okay, Anjali.

Wounds are all exposed to particles for comparison,

so you can prep for internals now.

Thank you.

- Doctor.

- [sighs] Right.

Okay, external examination is pretty straightforward.

There are ligature marks on the wrist, so he was bound.

And at some point, he struggled to free himself.

- And succeeded.

- Mm-hmm.

- What about the blisters on his right hand?

- Consistent with atypical manual labor, so something

like--like digging.

He's also got extensive bruising and abrasions

and crush injuries to his ribs and pelvis.

- From the impact of the rocks.

How long was he there, do you think?

- Well, given the degree of deterioration,

I would say at least a week.

But it's hard to be really accurate until I do internals.

He would have been in a lot of pain,

especially from his pelvis and his ribs.

But the rockfall didn't kill him.

His right arm and hand have been badly abraded by rodents.

[squeaking]

And the erratic flight pattern suggests that he

was still alive at the time.

- Awful.

- Yeah.

Yeah, awful.

How are we doing, Anjali?

- Um, almost ready.

- [chuckles] Perfect.

Again, thank you.

All right, let's see what else he can tell us.

- Eucalyptus?

There's quite a bit of gas buildup here.

- No, thanks, Anjali.

Even smells can tell us something.

Right?

- Okay.

Y incision at 7:23 PM.

Okay.

[pensive music]

♪

[engine rattling]

- No, no, no, no.

[soft acoustic music]

♪

Behave yourself.

[phone buzzing]

Simon?

- Good news.

- What?

- The new coffee machine is much better.

I'm gonna have to learn how to froth milk now.

- Is that why you rang me?

- And, uh, the gold in the tin is definitely gold.

- Right.

Anything from Westport on our victim's friend?

- No, not yet.

But we did get one response from the posters.

- When?

- Last night.

And before you start, it was late.

You were in the autopsy. - [sighs]

- Okay?

The caller rented her holiday home to Connery.

Uh, Kirsten Raynor.

I said I'd drop by work this morning.

- Briefing first.

The autopsy was interesting, to say the least.

[light music]

Come on, girl.

You can do it.

[engine sputtering]

[engine turning over]

Yes!

So at some point, Mr. Connery had

struggled against restraints around his wrists.

Fibers appear to be from a leather cord.

- But we didn't find anything at the scene.

- And leather would be almost impossible to break anyway.

- By using the blade of the shovel maybe?

- Maybe.

But as Simon pointed out, nothing was found at the scene.

Mr. Connery was trapped and crushed by the rockfall,

but he didn't die straight away.

He died from internal bleeding and a lack of food and water.

- There was a bottle of water there--

which he couldn't reach once he was pinned.

Right, sure.

- What is really interesting is what the internal

examination revealed.

- Wow, that is intriguing.

His stomach was empty.

He would have been hungry even before he

was trapped by the rocks.

But he had been suffering a massive infection

of his lower intestinal tract for some time prior.

Okay.

- That's fascinating.

But I'm still not sure what bearing

the victim's dietary problems have in the case.

I mean, what are we looking at here?

Are we looking at an accident?

Homicide?

We are looking at a conundrum.

Prints and tech analysis all done?

- Lifted, annotated, and tagged.

Yeah, there's prints, but, uh, nothing that scores a hit, so.

- Well, let's see if we can find a different sort of

match, then.

- Good Lord.

- A key.

No prints on it, thanks to stomach acids.

But if I'm right, now all we have

to do is figure out how he came to be in that mine, how he got

the key, and why he swallowed it instead

of letting himself out.

- So Mr. Connery stayed at your townhouse for a few days?

- Yeah, I do holiday lettings.

But I don't think you'll get much out of the flat.

I'm afraid I've given it a thorough clean.

I've got another booking coming in.

- Okay, no problem.

So a nice, quiet, shy guy?

Nothing else you remember about Mr. Connery?

- Mm, not really.

I hardly saw him apart from when I met him with the key.

- And he had two bags, you say?

- Yes, his and his brother's.

- You didn't get a look at him, did you?

- Mm, no.

He was in town earlier, getting supplies.

I did see him later with the shopping bags.

But he was carrying this long box over his shoulder,

and I didn't see his face.

- A long box.

Was it about flattish, meter and a half, about this wide?

- Mm, yeah.

- Okay, and when did they leave?

- It was over a week ago now, on the Tuesday.

- And you still didn't get a good look at the brother?

- No, although I did see one of them

early one morning doing a martial arts thing.

It looked pretty intense.

- Okay.

We'll let you get on.

Thanks, Kirsten.

You've been very helpful.

- I don't know about "very helpful."

- Well, we found out he had a brother.

- What about the box?

How the hell did you come to that?

- I don't know.

I thought maybe they brought that panning shovel with them.

Family heirloom or something?

We're allowed educated guesses, Simon.

[phone ringing]

Although the Chinese ideographs are odd.

- Detective Delaney.

Yes, boss.

I know you know.

Did you get the, uh--

Okay, great.

Thanks.

I'll tell her.

She gets so pissed off when I state my rank.

- God, you love winding her up.

- [laughs]

- And?

- Oh, she's come up with the brother's name

from the electoral roll in Westport.

- That was quick.

- Michael Connery.

- Okay.

Well, let's put a face to a name then, shall we, Detective?

[folksy music, woman vocalizing]

♪

Hello again.

Are you putting him back to work, Mr. Furnley?

- Ah, yeah, well, can't have a blacksmith without a hammer,

can we?

[camera shutter clicking]

- Hey, come on, Scoop.

You know better than that.

- I hear we've got another murder on the books.

- You can't publish that, Scoop.

And if you do-- - Oh, come on.

Give me first shot at it.

Local press.

- Local gossip.

The museum doesn't need this aggravation,

and neither do I, Scoop.

So you can forget that photo and just bugger off!

Oh, Janice has got a surprise for you.

[suspenseful music]

- We sorted out the time lapse records

for the days you mentioned.

- See if we can spot the fella in your posters.

- Yeah, and um--

- Bob's your uncle.

- --here we are.

- That's Sean.

And that must be his brother.

Oh, I wonder what happened to Sean's phone.

- It's got a distinctive case.

Not a lot of brotherly love there.

- Well, you don't have to be a detective to see that.

There you go, another bloody Connery.

That family's been trouble since the Gold Rush days.

- Like, um--oh, what was his name, Martyn?

Liam.

Oh, that's another fascinating murder mystery.

- Sorry?

- Uh, it's a local myth.

Liam Connery was a miner who--

- He was murdered in the late 1860s.

- Possibly murdered.

- Killed in a dispute over An Charraig Mhor.

- It's Gaelic.

It means, uh, "The Big Rock."

- It was a gold nugget.

[folksy music]

This is just a replica, of course.

- Impressive.

The real thing would be worth killing for?

- Allegedly.

History is only what we say it is.

- Sad in this case.

Liam's wife and kiddies were on their way out from Ireland

when he was killed.

They ended up with nothing.

Liam's buried up in the cemetery.

[pensive music]

[birds chirping]

- Janice said it's about over there somewhere.

[phone buzzing]

Sorry, I won't be a sec.

- Same.

[phone ringing]

- Mum.

- Detective Delaney.

- Hi, darling.

Uh, look, I'm so sorry to be so slow getting back to you,

but uh, my week's been quite full.

But I could do dinner tonight, if that suits.

- Yeah great.

That sounds, um--oh, shit.

Sorry, Mum.

I've got something tonight.

- No, no, no.

That's fine.

Work?

- It's--it's not work, actually.

It's a date, I think.

- Oh, a date.

[chuckles] Anyone I know?

- No, I don't think so.

- Oh.

Oh, well.

That's fine.

Uh, I've got to organize a brunch for tomorrow anyway, so.

- Oh, great. Okay.

- You enjoy your date.

[laughs] And, uh, we'll make another time.

- Okay. Will do.

Thanks, Mum.

Bye.

- I found it.

Over here.

Right here.

[vehicle approaching]

[suspenseful music]

- Is that Martyn?

- That was the lab about that baggie.

Traces of methamphetamine.

- Right, okay.

- Yeah, there's some prints on it, too.

I got them to run them.

- Oh, yeah.

It's probably nothing.

A lot of people use that trek.

- Sure.

Still worth checking.

- So, the late Liam Connery.

- You reckon he was an ancestor?

- Possibly.

Possibly-- [camera shutter clicks]

--murdered.

Janice is checking to see if that's more than a myth.

- 150 years ago.

That'd be a fucking cold case.

[suspenseful music]

- Have you got an evidence bag?

- Well, yeah, I got some back in the car.

Why? - Can you get one?

- Oh.

A bit of a walk.

- Please?

- All right.

- [scoffs]

- But only because you said "please."

- Anais, Simon.

- Oh! Hi.

- Boss.

- Janice said you'd be here.

- The, uh, panning shovel we found

had Chinese characters on it.

And, uh, there's a miner named Liam

Connery buried right there, next to a couple

of Chinese graves.

- Allegedly murdered.

I'm wondering if history is what brought

Sean and his brother back.

- I've got history here, too.

My great, great grandfather's buried over there.

- Oh.

- His wife came over to join him in the 1890s.

He died young.

They all died young.

- Yeah, they did it tough, Chinese prospectors

and the Irish.

- Yeah, it was like the Wild, Wild West--

fights, drunkenness, stealing.

We'd have had our work cut out for us back then.

- Yeah. - [chuckling]

- We, um, checked the court records for information

on Liam Connery's death.

Nothing ever went to trial.

- Newspapers?

I know the museum's got a whole collection of broadsheets

dating way back.

- Yeah, we're checking those.

- Okay, good.

We're moving things along.

Now, I escaped my desk to follow up on that phone

that you asked about.

A phone showed up at the community

policing unit about a week ago, checkered case.

It was slid under the door at night.

One of the volunteers wrote it up as lost property.

I'll get my clever kid onto it and see

if they can break into it.

- Great, and, uh, you might want to add this

to the evidence file, too.

And check to see if the contents

are what I think they are.

- More bloody gold?

- Buried at the end of the grave

in another old cigarette tin.

- [scoffs]

[phone buzzing, dinging]

This one's getting weirder by the minute.

Oh, no.

Bugger.

I missed this one as well.

- What, a party or a date?

- Date?

Uh, not with our hours.

- So no one?

Anyone that makes it past the morning after?

- Uh, nah.

I gotta keep my head in the game, huh?

- What sites are you on?

Dating apps?

- Oh.

[chuckles] Uh--all of them.

- [chuckles] Well, I think it might be time

for you to settle down with a long time,

not just a good time.

- Will you help me out?

- Don't look at me.

Me dating on the job has never worked out.

- Fine. Right.

Who puts up with your-- - Afternoon, officers.

- Hi. - Kia ora.

- Kia ora. - Janice.

- Oh, here we are.

- Right.

- More light reading. - Oh, thank you.

- Thanks, guys.

- I mean, if someone tied this dude up and locked him in,

how come we find the key in his guts?

- Yeah, none of this makes sense, Jarrod.

- Needless going through all these papers.

I mean, these are all--

- Over a century ago, yes, but it could still be relevant,

Constable.

- Yes, Detective.

Sorry.

- Oh, my god, June 21.

Here we go.

- Oh.

- Edmund Templeton, miner, is accused of having stolen

on the 21st of June last near the river encampment

a 31-ounce nugget of gold.

Templeton is English, 6 foot 1 inch high,

brown hair, a full beard, and a black, wide awake hat.

The complaint was brought to police by miner Liam Connery,

late of [inaudible] Island.

- So Liam Connery accused Templeton of theft.

I wonder how that went down. - [blows raspberry]

- Well, whatever happened, you won't

find a record of any formal charges

or any criminal prosecutions against Ed Templeton.

I've been through all this stuff before.

- Maybe there's no record because Liam was murdered.

- Or we haven't found the reference yet.

- Yeah.

So we keep looking through the next couple of months.

I'll bring Anais up to speed.

- She said she had to see Doc Cooper.

Working late, do you reckon?

[folksy music]

[woman vocalizing]

- Okay.

Yep.

Thanks, Mum.

[sighs] Sorry.

- Mm-mm.

It's okay.

It's fine.

- [chuckles]

- Um, you were saying?

- Oh, yeah.

So I managed to push through an analysis on the dirt

from the graveyard.

- Yeah.

- It was metachert.

- Oh!

- Was there any metachert on Connery's body,

under his fingernails or--

- No, no, it was schist with feldspar.

Yeah.

- [laughs] We're talking shop again.

- Oh. - Oh, my god.

I am terrible.

Ask my mum.

- [laughs] How is your mum?

Are you still staying at hers?

- No.

You know how it is with mums.

[laughs]

- Anais.

How are you? - Oh.

Good.

Thank you.

- Hey, Luke.

Staunton. - Ihaka Cooper.

Nice to meet you. - Yeah, likewise.

- Yeah.

- Please don't let me interrupt.

I've been undercover checking out the competition,

and I spotted you across a crowded room.

Right.

Well, you two have a nice night.

Enjoy your dinner.

- Bye.

[sighs] History.

- Oh. - [laughs]

- Really?

I couldn't tell.

I got you. Yeah.

- Uh, speaking of history--

- Mm-hmm.

- --I've forgotten how pervasive that is here.

- Oh.

- People's links to the Gold Rush and families.

- Oh, yeah.

People are really proud of their Gold Rush history here.

I just think it gives them some sense of connection

or belonging to the town.

- What brought you back?

- Well, I love it here.

And, uh, the job opened up when David Mehrtens retired.

So I just thought it's a no-brainer.

Yeah.

- Nice.

So you've been back, what, just over a year?

- Yeah, and a--and a bit.

- So just after my sister died.

Sorry.

Not great dinner conversation, is it?

- Six weeks.

It's about six weeks after.

You had already been over for the funeral, I'm guessing.

- So was there any crossover?

Like, were you across the findings of that autopsy,

or did David Mehrtens brief you?

- What is this about, Anais?

Really.

- I'm not comfortable with some of the findings

on Lynne's death.

But there is nothing in the autopsy report

that supports my concerns.

- Right.

I can't comment on David Mehrtens' findings.

- But could you give an opinion?

- Maybe you can talk to him about it.

- Yeah, but I'm talking to you.

- He's--man, um, maybe we should finish up.

- Okay.

Sure.

Yeah.

- I would--

- No, that's fine.

- --love to do this again, but--

- Yeah.

[soft music]

[engine sputtering]

- [sighs] Please.

[engine sputtering]

[grunting]

[engine sputtering]

Come on.

Fucking thing.

- Issues?

- Yeah.

Just, um, I've been meaning to get it serviced.

- You know I would take a look under the hood,

but um, car engines aren't exactly my thing.

But hey, I can give you a lift home if you like.

- Uh, it's fine.

I've--I've gotta call in on my mum.

- Yeah. Yeah, that's all good.

I'll take you there.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, what are friends for?

- Yeah, okay.

Friends are good. - Yep.

Yep.

They are.

Friends.

Fuck.

You're leaving the keys?

[phone buzzing]

- Who'd wanna steal it?

Oh!

Sorry, this might be important.

Hoana?

- Detective Sergeant, we've got something else for you.

- Great.

From the broadsheets?

- Yes, but I think there's someone here who would

like to tell you themselves.

- Okay.

- Kia ora.

- Kia ora, Detective.

- Oh, kia ora, Janice.

I hear you've got some more information for us.

- I do, yes.

I mean, I knew the story about Liam and his nugget,

but I didn't know it was a Templeton

accused of killing him.

No wonder Martyn got his knickers in a twist.

Now, the Templetons were just a mining

family like everyone else.

But they became quite an institution here.

All the Charraig Mhor businesses used to be theirs

or sold on to other people over the years, of course.

But still, there's even a street named after them.

And there's still an Ed Templeton living here.

- What?

- Ed is still living here.

Oh, not the 1860s Ed.

No.

An Edward, not an Edmund.

Now, he used to be one of our volunteers, but he dropped out.

He had to focus on his business, he said.

He makes beautiful leather bags and belts.

- Right. Locally?

- Yeah, he's just over by Arthur's Point.

I've still got his address on file if you need it.

- Oh, yeah. That would be great.

Thanks, Janice.

Just, um, text it through.

Okay, thank you.

[sighs]

Hi.

Could we make a slight detour to Arthur's Point?

- A--a slight detour?

- What are friends for?

- All right. Come on.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Okay.

Sorry.

- No.

Oh, this is plush.

Ugh.

I thought it was way closer.

I really appreciate this.

- Oh, it's all good.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- It's okay.

I won't be long.

- No, I'm coming with you.

I mean, look at the place.

- I'm a big, tough detective, Ihaka.

I'll be fine.

- Well, I'm not. [chuckles]

- Okay.

- All right.

So, uh, who is this guy?

- He's the descendant of someone

accused of murdering an Irish miner back in the 1800s.

- Great.

♪

- Boo!

[giggles]

- [sighs]

Well, what a waste of detour.

He's not home.

- Mr. Templeton?

Mr. Templeton, it's the police.

- Anais.

[door creaking]

[door slams]

All right? You okay?

[chuckling] - Yeah, sorry.

[foreboding music]

♪

- Okay.

We need to get out of here, Ihaka.

This is a crime scene.

- Okay. Oh, shit.

[door creaking] Oh, fuck!

[flies buzzing]

- Oh, shit.

[birds chirping]

[radio chatter]

[light music]

[camera shutter clicks]

- You must be exhausted if you've been here all night.

- Yeah. [camera shutter clicks]

I'll be fine.

[camera shutter clicks]

- Quite the struggle.

- Yeah.

And look.

Blood on his hand, too.

And more blood.

And this.

[camera shutter clicks]

- The awl?

- Couldn't have been what was used to cut his throat, though.

This is pointed.

That's a lateral cut.

- Yeah, maybe he used it to defend himself.

- Maybe.

Injured whoever he was fighting with.

Ihaka should be able to determine what kind of blade

cut his throat.

- Ihaka.

Right.

What's he doing here?

- My Jeep broke down.

He was giving me a ride home.

Oh, shit.

Is he still here?

- Yeah. - What?

- He seemed pretty shook up for a guy

who's seen so many bodies.

- Yeah.

At the morgue, not hanging off the backs of doors.

I won't be a second.

Get photos of that awl.

Hey!

Hey. - Hey.

- Oh, sorry!

I didn't mean to give you a fright.

- No, no.

I'm good.

[groans] Yeah, I um--

held my dinner down. - Yeah.

- Got some sleep, so.

- God, sorry.

I thought you'd gone.

- No, no, I'm still here.

I just wanted to check if you still

needed a ride to your mum's.

- No, no, no, no.

No.

Um, no.

- Okay.

Yeah.

Okay, cool.

- So any thoughts about Ed Templeton?

- Um, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, wherever there's flies,

there's recently been maggots.

So I would say he's been dead a few days longer

than our coal mine victim. - Okay.

- Mm-hmm.

- And the ligature?

- [sighs] I'll probably have to have a closer look,

you know, when I'm awake, preferably under

lights in a sterile space.

- Yes. - Yeah.

- Of course.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Great, well, see you--

see you later on?

- Yeah, at the, uh--the autopsy.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- At the autopsy.

- All right.

[groans] Try and get some sleep.

- Yeah, okay.

[light music]

[sighs]

- So, what do you reckon?

Door knock now or is it too early?

- Yeah.

Yeah, we might as well wake people up.

Not many doors to knock on out here.

I think we're looking for anything suspicious

between 10 to 12 days ago, according

to Ihaka, initially, at least.

- Do you think this was done by the same person?

- The leather ties make me think it's related.

But other than that, nothing makes any sense,

except for the history.

Fucking families.

It's always fucking families on some fucking level.

Um, that door knock happening now?

- All right, door knock.

Get into it.

- [sighs]

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Fucking fantastic.

Um, well, I got the door knock happening.

And now that it's light outside,

I guess we should check the surrounds?

- Okay, yeah.

We're going to need to find out who's next to Canter.

- Yes.

Maybe Janice at the museum can help with that.

Can--can I leave that with you?

- Sure.

- And, um, can I take the CI car?

I just need to go and see my mum.

There's something I should have done last night.

It's a long story.

You can get a ride back with Hoana?

- Okay. No problem.

- The keys, Simon.

- Oh, right.

- Thank you.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[knocking]

- Anais, you all right?

- Yeah, I just, um, forgot my smart key.

We need to talk.

- Oh, well, we're in the middle of brunch,

if you want to join us.

- Hi, Maja.

- Hi.

- Mrs. Stratford?

- Almost.

Stafford.

You went to school with my daughter.

- Oh.

Nice brunch?

- Yes, it's lovely.

Mm-hmm.

- Mm, must be nice to set your own hours.

- Anais!

- I, um, saw Luke last night at a restaurant.

He was checking out the competition or something.

- Yeah, well, he likes to be across things.

New places popping up all the time.

- I'll, um, wait in the kitchen, Mum.

- I think we should get going.

- Oh, no, no, no. Let's finish.

- Yeah, no she's--she's right.

We can just show ourselves out.

- Um, it seems like it might be urgent.

- No, I'm sorry. - It's fine.

It's fine.

Come on.

- Bye.

- You have no right to come barging in here like that.

You were so rude to Maja.

- [scoffs] Please.

Maja's a big girl.

She can look after herself.

She already has.

- Oh, with Luke, you mean?

Well, since she married him with his backing,

she has made a huge success of her life.

- Oh, what, unlike me?

- I didn't say that.

- You didn't have to.

Anyway, look at Luke.

Didn't take him long to switch horses, did it?

What does that say about a perfect match?

- You left him, Anais.

- What is it with Luke?

Why is he still so important to you?

- Because unlike others, Luke has

been very supportive since I lost your father and Lynne.

- Why didn't you tell me about Lynne?

- What are you talking about?

- You had to have known she was on meth.

You can't hide an addiction like that.

- What?

- She was using the lodge, Mum.

I found her stash.

Not just dexies--meth.

Is that why she died?

Was she driving when she was high?

- Lynne was not on drugs.

- She worked for a fucking chemist!

- She was studying to be a pharmacist.

- Exactly!

She knew where to get the dexies.

Where'd she get the meth from?

You had to have noticed something, Mum.

You had to have seen something.

- What are you accusing me of?

Don't you think that if I'd known your sister was on drugs,

I would have done anything to protect her?

- And the family's reputation.

- [scoffs]

[sighs]

- Look, Mum, I am just trying to find

out what happened to her.

- She died in an accident.

- I think there's more to it.

- She died in a fucking accident!

- And I am trying to help, but you have to be honest with me.

I know that you're hurting.

- No, you don't.

You have no idea.

Can you just go?

Just go.

[crying]

[tense music]

♪

It's me.

Can we talk?

- No, it would be very upsetting, I know.

Yeah, well, it's been difficult ever since she got back.

I mean, I'll try talking to her,

but I don't think it's gonna help.

Look, uh, why don't you put on some coffee and I'll swing by?

No, no, no, no.

It's no problem.

I'm already on my way.

Okay, bye.

- Hey.

I was just coming to see you.

- Sorry, babe.

I was just on my way out.

I've got a meeting.

- Oh, okay.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I just had a run-in with Anais at Veronica's.

Well, run-in--more of a freeze-out.

- What happened?

- She's just abrupt.

She seemed pretty stressed out.

She said she saw you last night?

[tense music]

- Uh, yeah, briefly.

She was at the restaurant I went to go check out.

- Yeah, she said.

You didn't mention it.

- Well, I didn't even think about it.

I mean, she was having dinner with someone.

I was leaving.

I just stopped and said hi.

- Who was she with?

- Uh, some guy-- Cooper?

I think he works with her.

- Mm, he's the pathologist.

- Mm, right.

Okay.

Okay.

Now I've got to get to my meeting.

All right. Won't be long.

- Love you. - Love you, too.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Dr. Mehrtens.

Uh, sorry.

Um--

- Anais Mallory.

Goodness.

Come in, please.

- Thanks.

- Through there.

[birds chirping]

[bee buzzing]

A garden and a library--

everything you need.

Cicero, I think.

You know, you've hardly changed at all, my dear.

And I had no idea you were back in Queenstown.

- Yeah, for a while now.

- Well, that must be a great comfort to your mother.

- I'm sure.

- Oh, how's young Cooper going?

I always thought he'd turn out to be a very able successor.

- He is. Yeah.

- Ah.

- He speaks very highly of you. - Oh.

[chuckles] Well, that's nice to hear.

I'm--I'm sorry to intrude, but it's important.

- Ah.

Well, then, straight to business.

How can I help?

- Some things have recently come to light in regards

to my sister's death.

- Hmm.

Oh, yeah.

It was tragic.

It was a terrible thing.

- Yes.

You did the autopsy.

- I did, yes.

- In the report, there was no mention of any drugs

in Lynne's system.

- No, there was not.

- But it's since come to light that she actually

did have a drug habit, so.

- There were no traces of drugs in her system to the extent

that they might have contributed to the accident,

which the police believed to have been speed-related.

And that's "speed" as in driving too fast, not the drug.

- But there were traces of meth?

- Hmm.

You have to understand, my dear, I've known your family

ever since you moved here.

I counted your father as my friend.

And he found me this cottage.

- Right.

- And his death had been-- it was a terrible thing.

It was dreadful.

And then your sister, barely two years later.

And it would have shattered your mother to learn

that Lynne had a problem.

And as I said, the traces we did find were insignificant.

So I was persuaded to leave them out of the report.

- Persuaded?

By who?

[suspenseful music]

- I--I misspoke.

I meant I persuaded myself.

It was insignificant.

You know, when they're in full bloom,

the brightest colored ones have the least scent.

It's glorious.

♪

- Okay, I will need to do a full-layered dissection

of his neck, Anjali.

If you could just give me a few minutes, please.

- I'll get set up. - Great.

Thank you.

Hi.

- Hey.

Uh, any progress?

- Yeah, yeah.

Um, a more detailed examination should confirm,

but I can tell that there is major blunt force

damage to the laryngeal cartilage

and a broken hyoid bone.

He's also missing two teeth, and his left earlobe

is badly torn.

- And his throat has been cut, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Could that have been done with an awl?

A small, pointy thing?

- No, it was a knife.

Very sharp, no serrations.

Cut left to right.

And that was done postmortem.

The damage to his throat would have compromised his airway,

so he died from asphyxiation.

- So someone watched him die slowly and then cut his throat?

- Yeah.

[sighs]

- We think Mr. Templeton died about 10 days ago.

- I can't believe it.

[crying] He was a grumpy bugger, but nice enough.

- He put together some great things for the displays.

- And no immediate family that you know of?

- Oh.

Not close, no.

He had a half-brother, I think, from his dad's first marriage.

But they weren't in touch.

- Half-brother?

Same surname?

- Obviously.

His dad's first marriage.

- And can you remember his brother's Christian name?

- Um--[breathing quickly]

- Look, she's upset.

Just give her some time.

- All right, well, perhaps you can tell me something, then.

Martyn.

- [clears throat]

- Did, uh, Edward Templeton wear any jewelry?

- Well, I'm not sure. - Oh, yes, he did.

Come on, Martyn.

It's a big signet ring with an E on it.

And the earring--it was a big hoopy thing.

- Which ear?

Can you remember?

- Left.

- And the ring and earring, were they gold?

- I don't think so. Silver.

- Right.

- He had a couple of gold teeth, though, up front.

- Is that right?

Thanks, Janice.

Hey, if you've got a minute, Martyn,

Detective Sergeant Mallory would like a word

too, back at the museum.

[whimsical music]

- You wanted to see me, Detective?

- Hey, Martyn.

Why'd you replace the hammer?

- I told ya.

- And when did you notice it was missing?

- When you pointed it out.

- Charraig Mhor Farmstays-- that's your business.

- Family business.

Yeah, why?

- So you have a business link to the Templetons--

recent or historical?

- Well, both if you must know.

My grandmother was a Templeton.

My grandfather, Walter Furnley, married her.

They owned the farm.

It's not a working farm anymore.

- And why Charraig Mhor?

- I don't know.

It's, uh, what--what it's always been called,

what they called all their different businesses

over the years.

All over town, people kept their names

when they took them on.

What--what's this all about?

- It's about you deliberately trying

to put us off track in regards to Liam Templeton's murder.

Why did you do that?

Is it because he's your ancestor?

- It was over 150 years ago.

Who cares?

- Yeah, it might have been over 150 years ago,

but that doesn't mean it's not relevant.

[suspenseful music]

I looked it up.

Charraig Mhor is an Anglicization of Carrigmore,

or "Big Rock," like that nugget you showed us.

- Anais, Ed Templeton had a half-brother.

Janice remembered his name, Nathan.

Nathan Templeton.

And Ed had two gold teeth.

- Ihaka has confirmed Ed Templeton's

teeth weren't knocked out.

They were extracted.

Damage to his gums indicates leverage forwards.

- First, constipation and now dental procedures.

- I think we should test those little gold

nuggets from the grave again for traces of dental cement.

- You think they're teeth?

They don't look like teeth.

- No, they look like they could have been melted down or beaten

out of shape with a hammer.

It's worth testing.

- Yeah, I'll get it happening.

- And we need to find the original hammer that

the blacksmith was holding.

If that's what was used, it might have traces on it.

- Why would someone do something so elaborate, though?

- People treasure their links to the past.

Maybe this is generational, feud down history.

- The Templetons making good on the back

of theft and murder and still thriving--celebrated even.

- The Connerys forced into abject poverty

and still doing it tough to this very day.

So they take revenge.

- Kirsten Raynor saw one of the Connery brothers

doing martial arts, and Ed Templeton's throat was crushed

by blunt force, so either one of the Connery brothers

could have done that.

According to the doc's timeline,

Ed was killed before Sean was locked in the tunnel.

- A revenge killing.

Why not?

But why was Sean Connery killed and left in the mine?

- Now there's Templeton's half-brother, too--

Nathan.

Bit of a brawler himself.

Two serious assaults, one resulting

in a six-month stint in OSCF.

- We need to find him and Michael Connery, too.

Let's get that second poster run happening.

- Already is.

I used the image of Michael from Janice's CCTV footage.

Hoana and Jarrod are on it.

- Ah.

Look at you.

[lighthearted music]

♪

- Oh.

- I know how you feel.

But I was up all night working.

What's your excuse?

- Um, yeah, same.

Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Up all night, uh, on night duty.

- Me, too.

Off home for breakfast in bed, as

opposed to bed and breakfast.

- [chuckles] - Bad joke.

[sighs]

- No, it's a good one.

- Mm, needs work.

- Um, you a nurse or--

- Yeah.

Uh, Lakes District Hospital.

- Cool.

- Kind of.

Uh, well, make sure you get some sleep.

- Yeah, you too.

- But not now, obviously, 'cause you're working.

- No. - [laughs]

- Yeah. - When--when you can.

- Uh, you--you forget your complex or--

- No.

Uh, no.

I think I've seen him, that man.

Yeah, he was a bit of a mess, but I think

he was brought into emergency.

[light music]

- Stay on Nathan.

We need to locate him.

And get Hoana to bring Jarrod here.

- Keys?

- He gave his name as Conway.

No ID.

He was brought in by ambulance late yesterday.

He'd collapsed.

A cleaning lady found him at the old flour mill.

- Collapsed?

I thought he'd been injured.

- His face was bruised, but the bruises were days old.

He collapsed because of a puncture wound to his--

- Sorry, sorry.

Puncture wound?

Was that from a knife or--

- Screwdriver maybe?

Also days old.

It had become badly infected.

He's resisting further treatment.

But he's still very sick and quite volatile,

so just be careful.

- Okay, will do.

Thanks, Doctor.

It's this one here?

[knocking]

Mr. Connery?

I'm Detective Sergeant Anais Mallory

from the Queenstown Police.

It is, um, Connery, isn't it?

Not Conway?

- Yeah, I gave a bum name because I didn't want

to get tangled up in anything.

Okay?

I got beaten up going home from a bar.

I didn't see who did it.

I couldn't tell you anything.

So--

- Mr. Connery, when was the last time you saw your brother?

- Why? What's he done now?

What's happened?

- I'm sorry to inform you, your brother is dead.

[tense music]

♪

- No.

Are you sure?

Where's-- - Hey.

- Where's Sean? Oh--

- I'll get the doctor if you want,

but you do need to stay in bed.

- Ah!

[sighs]

- His body is in safe hands.

He was found in a gold mine tunnel.

- Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, god.

- We're trying to figure out what happened to him.

Do you know anything about that?

- No.

How would I know anything?

- The bruises on your face.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask you,

did you get into a fight with your brother?

- No, no.

Sean and I were good. Okay?

I mean--I mean, we're brothers.

We argue about stuff sometimes, but we were good.

I wouldn't mess with him anyway.

He's into that taekwondo shit.

- The doctor said you came in because of sepsis from

an untreated puncture wound.

How did you get that?

- I told you, I was attacked.

- You said beaten up.

- Yeah, and stabbed.

Look, I don't give a shit who did it, okay?

I just want to get out of here.

I want to take my brother Sean home.

- Yeah, I can understand that.

And the sooner we find out what happened to Sean,

the sooner we can do that.

- You said mine tunnel?

- In Arrowtown.

He was locked in.

He tried to dig his way out.

There was a collapse.

He was pinned by rockfall, and he died.

- [crying]

- Your great, great grandfather also died in Arrowtown,

didn't he?

- Yeah, one more great, but yeah, we, um--

we came out here to see where, to pay our respects.

- And leave gold at his grave?

- What?

What do you mean?

- Do you know Edward Templeton?

- No.

- He is a direct descendant of Edmund

Templeton, the man who killed your great,

great, great grandfather.

Is there any way that he could have locked Sean in that mine?

Did Sean get into a fight with him, or was that you?

- I've never even heard of the guy.

Okay?

Look, can--[panting] I'm having trouble breathing.

Can you get a doctor, please?

- Okay.

Just take--take it easy, okay?

Yeah, the doctor's with him now.

I need a search warrant for Villa 4 at the old flour mill.

ASAP, boss.

Yesterday, if possible.

Okay. Thanks.

Bye. - Detective.

How's it going?

- I wanna put Michael Connery under watch

in case he disappears again or someone tries to kill him.

You're it.

- Try not to fall asleep.

Oh, it's one yawn.

Been up all night at that barn.

We all were.

- You don't need to engage with him, okay?

Just keep an eye on him.

Make sure he doesn't leave. - Yeah.

- It's important, Jarrod.

- Yeah. No worries.

[engine starting]

What are you guys going to be doing?

- Actually gonna work, hopefully.

- Oh.

- Okay, thanks.

Yeah, bye.

The owner said his car's still in its parking spot--

a blue Nissan.

- Okay.

Shall we?

- Yeah, the room's been serviced,

but all his gear is still in there.

They couldn't say when they'd be back.

The only thing worth noting was a missing towel.

- Well, that's not so unusual.

Hotels complain about that sort of thing all the time.

- Record time with the warrant, eh?

- Yeah.

Murder tends to carry a bit of weight.

Shall we?

- Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hmm.

Two sets of underwear.

- Clothes hanging up are split into two as well.

- He was expecting his brother.

- Oh.

Well, at least we know where the towel went.

- Ooh.

That was one nasty infection.

Take photos.

Painkillers.

Look.

[camera shutter clicking]

It's locked.

- What's his birthday?

- I don't know.

We'd need his driver's license.

Or 300668.

- Oh, dear.

What are you, a psychic?

- It's the date of Liam Connery's murder.

This pair are very fixated on their ancestor.

And look.

- He's been calling his brother.

- Every hour for days.

Okay, see how they're going getting into Sean's phone.

Get them to try that code.

- On it.

[metal clank]

[metal clank]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hoana, forget the phone.

We need to get to the hospital now.

♪

- Hey! Hey.

Excuse me, sir. No, no, no.

No, no-- - Oof!

- You all right? Oi!

You okay?

[grunting]

[screams]

[bang]

- What happened?

- He came out of his room.

I called out to him.

And then he was gone.

Look, Doc, I'm gonna be fine.

- Just lie down, Jarrod.

- It's just embarrassing, you know?

He wasn't exactly the Hulk, was he?

- Well, he lied to Anais.

Obviously, he's the one with the martial arts training.

- Right.

Anyway, I'll--I'll be fine.

- Yep.

Eventually, yes, but we'll be keeping

Constable Renner in overnight for observation, Sergeant.

He most certainly has a concussion.

- All right.

- No, I'm good to go.

- So lie down.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Knocked out by a flea, eh?

And a sick one, too.

- Fleas can actually carry up to 150,000

times their own body weight.

Little fun fact.

- Awesome, Sarge.

A way to kick a man while he's down.

[suspenseful music]

- [sighs]

"I'm not the one you're after.

It was Sean.

I've done nothing.

I won't go to jail."

- You think this is legitimate?

- [sighs] Who knows?

Maybe he figured out who killed his brother,

and he's going after them?

- In which case, you better bloody well round him up again.

- His things are still at the old flour mill, so.

- Simon will meet you there.

He's got a location for Nathan Templeton.

- Great. Go.

[tires squealing, revving]

[siren wails]

[dramatic music]

- Gone.

- Okay, get into town, check traffic cams.

See if we can find it.

- Already got the rego from the check-in details.

- So let's put it out with a warrant to arrest.

- Yeah.

- Don't get out.

He's been back here.

His rental is gone.

Hoana is on it.

He's dangerous, possibly unstable.

Where's Nathan? - Out by Gibson.

Way up. - Let's go.

Put your foot down.

[revving]

[siren wailing]

- You think he's going after Ed Templeton's half-brother

as well? - Yeah.

I think that note was just buying time.

- Throwing his dead brother under the bus.

Pretty cynical.

- Or pretty unwell.

- How's Renner?

- He'll be all right.

Concussion.

- If he has a brain, I suppose.

- Anything from the Connerys?

- Yeah, yeah, Sharon finally managed

to get in touch with their uncle and grandma,

passed on the bad news.

Get this--passed away yesterday.

They were close.

- I wonder if Michael knows.

Maybe this whole thing is just him

getting closure for his granddad, the ancestor thing.

- Yeah, maybe.

- How'd you find Nathan Templeton?

- I'm a detective.

[sirens blaring]

This is it, Nathan Templeton's place.

[revving]

- Pull over.

That's his car.

Kill the lights.

Better be ready for anything.

[gun loading]

[tense music]

♪

- Anything?

- No.

- Hey.

Light.

- Let's go.

- I mean, look at this place, still standing

after all these years.

That's solid and still in the family.

Eh, Nathan?

They would have been nice and cozy back then, your lot

and the Irish and the Chinese, living in shacks and humpies

and freezing their asses off.

You wanna see something, do you?

'Cause I've got something I really want you to see, Nathan.

You see this little fella here?

That's my granddad.

- [muffled groaning]

- And you see the big man standing next to him?

That's his granddad.

He was a miner, too.

Poor his whole life.

Worked himself to death.

And see, it was his father that your great, great--

whatever the fuck ancestor murdered,

right after he stole his future from him, my family's future.

And that little boy, he never forgot.

He never forgave.

He's dying now.

And I made him a promise, Nathan, that before he goes,

I was gonna make you bastards pay.

Oh, for a drunk, you have shit taste in whiskey, Nathan.

Ah.

[sniffles] See, my brother and I, we came

out here to end the story--

in different ways, though.

He wanted to see where Liam worked, pay his respects,

leave a little bit of gold at the grave.

I mean, I played along with it, but I was just pretending

because I had other plans because my granddad,

this little boy--

[muffled whimpering]

Look at him!

He has waited a long, long time for revenge,

Nathan, which means you--

you are gonna die slow.

[dramatic music]

Painful, just like your brother.

I killed him slow.

What do you say, Nathan?

Where shall we start, eh?

- No, wait.

Step away from him, Michael.

- Detective.

I was just giving Nathan here a little history lesson

about the importance of family legacy

and how secrets and lies ruin us.

I was just about to right a whole lot

of past wrongs, Detective.

- Just like you did to his brother?

- Half-brother.

Genealogy is important, Officer.

Echoes of history and all that.

I made damn sure his brother understood.

And now here we all are, in the very place

his family built from what they stole from mine.

Because it wasn't just the nugget, Detective.

It was our history.

It was our legacy.

It was our fucking future!

- Well, yep.

Michael, I get it.

Okay?

I do, I do.

Families, they fuck you up.

Trust me, I get it.

But this has gone too far, okay?

Yeah?

We need to take you in.

- And get you some psychological help, too,

I imagine. - [shouting]

- Ah!

- Hey, hey, hey!

This stops now, okay?

- Yeah, yeah, okay.

- Yeah?

Okay.

- I'm done.

I'm done.

- Yeah.

- [grunts]

[clattering]

[grunting]

- Check on Templeton!

- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

[engine starting]

- Shit!

[revving]

Fuck!

[crashing]

Michael.

Michael.

Michael?

[panting] Are you okay?

[light music]

It's over.

Okay?

It's over.

♪

- [sniffles]

[groans]

- Michael Connery, you're gonna be arrested for the murder

of Edward Templeton, the attempted murder

of Nathan Templeton, and the manslaughter

of your brother, Sean.

- Fair enough.

That last one, anyway.

How did you work it out?

- It was a puzzle.

We saw you and your brother fighting on CCTV.

You seemed to have different agendas.

He was enthusiastic about the history.

You weren't.

What was the gold that he brought with him all about?

- He wanted to put that in Liam's grave, you know?

Return what was stolen.

And it would have only been a token 'cause

any tribute had to come from them, the Templetons.

- That's why he took Ed's teeth and buried

them at Liam's grave.

So you'd already killed Ed by the time you persuaded

Sean to visit that mine.

- I'd already stolen the key when Sean was off

panning for gold or some shit.

- So you get him through the first gate, put him

in some kind of chokehold or something,

and you tie his wrists with the cord

that you got from Ed's place.

So then why take Ed Templeton's ring and earring?

- To show Grandad my proof.

- We have some more sad news about that, unfortunately.

[somber music]

Your grandfather's gone.

I'm sorry.

He passed away yesterday.

- What a waste.

All of this for--

[sniffles]

Sean was getting suspicious.

After I killed Ed Templeton, he knew something had happened.

I had to get him out of the way, you know?

I had to lock him up, so I could finish what I started.

Hey, there he is.

Wakey, wakey, Sean.

How you feeling, man?

- All that fucking gold.

- Sean, all that gold.

- Yeah?

- It's our gold, Sean.

And there needs to be justice, mate.

You know it. And it needs to come from--

- I told you.

I bloody told you, no.

That's crazy!

- That's not crazy, Sean.

Look, I want you--

I want you to swallow this.

All right?

That's how you'll get it back.

The key comes out, you come out,

and by then, I'll have finished doing what needs to be done.

- You listen to me.

This is madness.

Think about what you are doing.

All right? - Hey, hey.

- This is madness.

And I'm not--

- Sean, Sean, Sean--look, I am doing this, okay, Sean?

So just swallow the key, and I'll cut you loose, all right?

It took about, um, half an hour or so,

but eventually, he swallowed the key.

He thought he had me, see?

- Mm, the farm.

- Yeah, the farm.

- [grunts]

- Here you go.

Here.

Drink up.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You might wanna go easy on that, mate.

You could be here for a couple of days.

- I'm gonna kill you when I get out of here.

- [laughs] - Yeah, yeah.

Because all I have to do is call the cops

and I'll be out of here in an hour, so fuck you!

- Hey, Sean.

How are you gonna call the cops, mate?

[laughs]

- This is nuts.

- I waited my whole life to do this, Sean,

and so did Granddad.

And the only difference is--the only difference

is, Sean, that he never got a chance to set

things right for our family.

But I can.

[grim music]

See you in a couple of days.

- Michael.

Michael!

Michael, don't you do this!

Michael!

Michael!

Michael, don't you do it!

Come back and--fuck!

Jesus!

- So you turn off the phone and tell him

you'll take it to the police center

so he can call you when he gets out.

Then took the keys back to the museum,

pulverized Ed Templeton's teeth,

take them to Liam's grave, go after Nathan.

But before you can get to him, you

get sick from the wound it gave you.

- And then Sean never showed up.

- I went back to the gate a couple of days later.

I called--I called him.

- He never answered.

- Those bloody Templetons.

Just another one to the list.

- No, no.

They didn't do this.

You did.

We have the hammer you stole and the jewelry and this.

- And that's why you are going to die painfully,

just like your brother.

I killed him slow.

- 24 carat proof.

- There's no need for all this to be dredged up anymore.

Charraig Mhor brand getting dragged through the mud,

the bloody Connery's.

That was years ago!

I didn't steal his nugget.

- Martyn, what are you doing here?

- I can see it all popping up in the press all over again.

- So you interfered with her investigation?

- I'm sorry, okay?

Anyway, you caught the bugger, didn't you?

- Yeah, we did, lucky for you.

Thanks for the flowers.

Get out of here.

[light music]

♪

[gentle music]

- Hi.

Sorry to wake you.

I have to do obs, pulse, that kind of thing.

- Oh, um, I think you'll find my pulse is up a bit now.

- I heard about what happened.

How are you feeling?

Okay?

- Oh.

I think I'd feel better if I'd actually stopped him.

He was some black belt 7th darn thing.

Whatever that means.

- Hmm, it means you were up against it.

I'm only a brown belt myself.

[inaudible]

- Oh, wicked.

- Want a piggy?

- Oh, it is a piggy.

And, um, that actually was my plan all along, yeah,

end up in here.

I knew you'd be on duty.

- Um, get some rest.

- Sure.

[lighthearted music]

♪

- Flowers?

Really?

- You were in the hospital.

- Oh.

Thanks.

Oh.

- Sorry.

How are the ribs?

- Yep, making their presence felt. Oh, you're doing

this on purpose, aren't you? - No.

I promise.

- Okay.

[laughs]

[groans]

I need a drink.

Would you, um, like to join me?

- Um, you should rest and, um, got reports to write up.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, listen, um--while they were taping me up,

I got a call--

the read on those prints from that baggie of meth.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I--I don't really know how to put this.

Um, there's two sets.

One's a woman's most likely-- smaller, higher ridge count.

- Any ID?

- No.

No, no matches.

But the other set-- - Let me guess--

Luke Staunton?

He's on file?

- No, he's not.

They're not his.

They belong to a man who's been in jail

for over two years, Anais.

Alan Souter, the guy who killed your father.

[dramatic music]

♪

[theme music]

♪

[woman vocalizing]

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