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- Look up, my young friend.

I feel like I'm in yesterday.

The door is open

if you decide to go your way.

I know you're young, girl.

But I'm a different boy, now.

I hope you do decide to

stay...

(DRONE BUZZES)

(CHILDREN SQUEAL, GIGGLE)

Let's think of something

we might say.

I know without you here

by my side...

- Lovely day for it. (CAR HORN HONKS)

(SIGHS)

- You wanna say that again, mate? - Yeah, I was just saying that if my dog had a face like yours,

I'd shave its arse and make it walk backwards.

Oh, hello, Constable. - Oh, really, dickhead? You called the cops, huh?

- Actually, this bogan has been threatening me. - Bullshit!

- Oh. Look at the tough guy with the uniform holding him back. (CHUCKLES)

- What on earth is happening? Hi, I'm Teresa, the park manager.

- Well, this arsehole threatened to smack my kids. They're bloody terrified.

- Yeah, well, the little shits and their endless buzzing. They need a good smack.

- I'll smack you in a minute? - Oh yes. You hear that?

That was a threat. - Enough.

- I am so sorry, Mr Curtin. I will sort all of this out, I promise.

- Yeah, you do that, while I go and console my traumatised kids.

- Yeah, you got a lock on your tent zipper, mate?

- Gene, you can't say things like that. - Oh God, Teresa.

It was just a joke. There's no need to get hysterical.

- OK, let's all agree this is a family holiday park.

- Look, I pay for my site, OK? Just like the entitled arseholes who swarm in here every Christmas.

- Can we at least tone down the swearing? - She's right. That's not cool, mate.

Not when there are kids around. - MOCKINGLY: Not when there are kids around.

You know, I'm the one who called you, Constable. Yeah? I pay your wages.

Swanning around on the taxpayers' coin.

- You OK, Teresa?

- Yeah. I'd be better if his caravan rolled into the ocean and floated away.

I didn't say that.

(GENTLE STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

(DUCKS QUACK)

- What shall we do this weekend? - Um...

I'll probably just hang out with my husband,

because I don't know anyone else. (CHUCKLES)

- Well, you know people. - No, I mean friends.

I just... - Yeah. Do you miss them?

- Cole, you are my favourite person. - Hmm.

- But sometimes I wish I had a girlfriend I could bitch about you with when you annoyme.

- When do I annoy you? - LAUGHS: Oh boy.

- Hey. Fish and chips!

- Hey, Jamie. - Hey. - Everything all right?

- Yeah, I've just been at the holiday park all afternoon.

- Oh. For fun, or...? - Disagreement among some of the campers.

- This calamari is (LAUGHS) unbelievable.

(LAUGHS) - It's good. Eh?

- Anything serious at the holiday park?

- It's just this time of year can get a bit feral, but I sorted it. It's all good.

(DRONE BUZZES)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(EXPLOSION)

(FLAMES WHOOSH)

(SURF ROCK THEME MUSIC)

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- This looks nice. Don't you think?

- You hate camping. - No, I don't.

- (SCOFFS) Vin, the one and only time you went camping?

- I'm telling you, that was a snake. - It was a blue-tongue.

- CHUCKLES: I know what I saw. (VEHICLE APPROACHES) - Oop.

Does that look like the transfer vehicle?

- Jamie said it was a vehicle fire.

- Guessing someone was in there.

- Gene Pratt.

He was 50 years old. He's been a guest in the same caravan every summer since he was a kid.

- Was this Gene guy involved in the biffo you attended yesterday?

- Yup. Yeah, he was. - Bit of a coincidence.

- Coincidence. Yeah. Sticking with that theory.

- Until you can find anything that suggests otherwise. - Pretty much.

- I might, um...

- She does that.

- It doesn't look like an electrical fire.

I did an apprenticeship as a sparkie.

Didn't last long. Didn't love crawling around in attics.

- Yeah, this looks more like an explosion.

Usually you'd set the explosive underneath.

Maybe, uh, use a remote trigger.

But this looks like it began on the inside.

Wanna grab that?

(INTRIGUING JAZZ MUSIC)

- Looks like someone cut it.

- From the gas bottle box, do you reckon?

- I heard he was involved in an altercation yesterday.

- Gene was always involved in an altercation. - Ah.

You knew him quite well, then?

- His caravan was a permanent fixture.

I mean, people aren't supposed to live here, but some of them, they just...

never leave. - Ah.

We've got one of those. Maxine.

- You're Blue Motel. - Yeah.

- Is it true you and your husband never worked in tourism?

- Ah. Guilty. Yeah.

- Well, I admire your bravery. It's a tough business.

I mean, it's hard enough...

If people find out that there's been a death,

an exploding caravan... - It's OK.

Someone actually died at our motel too, so... (CHUCKLES)

- Yeah, I know. That's why everyone in town calls you Blue Murder Motel.

- Oh. Do they?

- I don't think it's, like, vindictive. It's just, like, a bit of a laugh.

- (CHUCKLES THINLY)

- It's not really funny, though, is it? I mean, Shady Vista has been in my family since the1940s.

It's our legacy. - Mm.

It is a beautiful spot. - I can't imagine being anywhere else.

CHUCKLES: Hmm. - You must feel like that about Blue Motel.

- Well, we thought it was going to be like being on holiday 24-7. (LAUGHS)

- That's if you want your holiday interrupted by people complaining

that the toilet's overflowing, or that the tide's out.

- We had this idea of, um, holding...

rock 'n' roll nights in our old conference room.

- With a band, or...? - No. No, um, we...

we bought a jukebox. - That sounds fun.

I'd come to that. I could tell my guests.

I mean, a good party could be what people need right now.

- I think so. I will keep you posted. - Great.

- Oh, um... you? you said Gene was always getting into scraps?

- That young dad yesterday was ready to kick the crap out of him.

Constable Haira would probably want a word with him.

- Definitely.

- He didn't even return the facilities key.

- Well, you've got his contact details, obviously. - Yeah, of course.

I mean, why would he have taken off like that?

- Good question.

He could be anywhere by now.

- Bounce, ball. Bounce. - Bounce, bounce.

- Here, Hunter. Go wide.

Here, boys! Catch it!

(KIDS CONTINUE SHOUTING)

- All right, come on, boys.

- Oh! Whoa! Oh, oh? - Whoa!

- I thought this was an adults-only motel.

- There's a swing set and a trampoline.

Oi! There is a trampoline around the corner.

Go bounce on that. - Oh yeah! Let's go bounce on that, have some fun!

- You and I ? we're gonna be friends.

- I admire your optimism.

- There she is.

My glamorous wife. - Ha.

- Anything? - The guy who fought with Gene yesterday ?

he and his kids have taken off. - That's interesting timing.

- Mm. Teresa reckons Gene, the victim, was always starting fights.

- Who's Teresa? - The owner here.

She seems really nice.

- She shed any light?

- She didn't notice anything unusual last night.

She said she was about to go to bed when ? boom.

I'll check in with her again later anyway. Maybe even get a drink.

- Have you made a friend? - Teresa's an industry veteran.

We could learn a lot from her.

What about you? Anything juicy? - Nah.

Someone broke into Gene's gas storage locker.

There was a broken padlock... on the ground.

Hey, look at that. They got charcoal barbies as well as the gas ones. - Uh-huh.

- We should get a charcoal barbie. - Oh, honey, no one's got time on holiday to faff about with charcoal.

- That's exactly when they've got...

time.

Huh. - What is it?

- Ah.

Bit of wax. Probably nothing.

- Or maybe something.

- A letter? Document?

- There's usually only one reason people burn stuff like this.

- They want it to disappear.

- What happened? Is the skipper OK?

- Uh, not really. No.

- Oh my God. - Yeah, uh, there was a gas explosion, and he was inside.

Mm. I'm sorry.

- Oh.

Oh no. Gene.

Uh, I'm his neighbour, Alison Northey.

- Oh, you guys were close. - No. He was a prick.

Sorry.

I always speak with honesty.

If I don't like you, you'll know.

If I'm attracted to you, you'll know.

Relax, junior. I'm repelled by men in uniform.

- Uh, no worries. Hey, Allison, uh, could I just grab a few details?

- Of course ? uh, let me dump my stuff. I'll be right back.

- Neighbour's back. Uh, I'm gonna grab a statement.

- Someone's had a bonfire in one of the barbecues.

Some kind of, uh... letter. - Mm. (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

- Someone's, uh, burnt something on the barbecue?

CHUCKLES: Isn't that the point? (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

- Um, we've gathered it up, so you should probably take? (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(SIGHS) - Do you want to, um...

- (CHUCKLES WRYLY, INHALES SHARPLY)

(LOW MARACA MUSIC)

- Morning.

- There's heaps of rooms that need servicing.

- Yes, that's literally your job.

- The old owners never had this many guests. - Well, we like guests, Saffron.

That's? (BONK!) - Oh.

- I should be getting danger money.

- You OK? (CHUCKLES) - Loving life.

- Hey. You guys be careful with that, OK?

- OK. - OK.

- Everything all right there? - Oh. I'm, uh? I'm the owner, Vinny Coleman.

Your boys just hit my husband in the head with a ball.

- Ha! Classic (LAUGHS).

Oh. Xander Curtin.

- Oh. Um...

Teresa at the holiday park's looking for you.

Said she needed to refund your bond or something. - Uh, yeah.

I think she's got bigger issues. Hear about the guy that blew himself up?

Karma's a beautiful thing (SIGHS).

- Wow. - Well, he was a piece of shit. He was threatening my kids.

- And he's dead six hours later. - So?

- So you bailed pretty fast. - Well, yeah. I didn't want my boys seeing anything.

Give 'em nightmares. Fair enough, I would've thought.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(BOTH GRUNT) - C'mon, give me it! - Give it here!

- (CRIES OUT) - Oop!

- EXHALES: Oh. Gotta be careful by the pool, mate. OK?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Make sure your dad's with you before you come back.

OK. - Dad!

(MYSTERIOUS STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

- Hey. - Hey.

- So, our new guy in Unit 4 ? the missing dad from the holiday park.

- So he took off, but not too far. - Mm-hm.

- You know what? Let's just leave this one to Jamie, hey?

- Well, it's funny you should say that.

Think it's about time. - Ah. This Saturday.

Isn't that a bit...?

You know what? We can pull it together.

(DESK BELL DINGS REPEATEDLY)

Jeez, what did our doorbell do to whoever the hell that is?

- Hey, hey, hey. This is staff only. - Did you put hands on my son?

Did you hit Hunter?! Don't you ever?

Aargh! (GRUNTS)

- Honey, I thought we weren't allowed to do that to guests.

- Stop. Stop, stop. Please stop.

- You good? - Yes! (SPUTTERS)

Aargh... (BREATHES HEAVILY)

You could've broken my shoulder! - One of your kids was about to run into the deep end of the pool.

I stopped them. - You're welcome.

- You know, if I wanted to, I would shut you down.

Click my fingers and shut this whole place down.

You have no idea who you're messing with.

(GRUNTS)

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

(COMPUTER KEYS CLICK)

- Found him. This is who you're dealing with.

- Alexander Curtin. Expert in real estate development, debt reduction,

and portfolio amelioration.

- In other words, property investor. - Hmm.

- So, of all places, this rich guy could holiday,

why stay at some holiday park? - Yeah, or here?

Oh, it ain't Four Seasons, Vinny. It ain't even four stars.

- Oh? - (SCOFFS)

- We should probably find out why Xander's in Mowai Bay. - Mm.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Oh. Hi. Welcome to Blue Motel.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh. Hi. - Here we go. It's all happening. - Won't be a second.

Can you pass? Oh, wait. You do this one.

Sorry, guys. It's just...

- Cheers. - Big day. - Mm-hm.

- Mmm. Mmm. - There's your friend.

- Oh yeah. - She say anything about a boyfriend?

- Nope. - They're coming over.

- Hi, Teresa. - You've been stealing all my guests.

- Oh. Uh... (CHUCKLES) - Sorry, um, I don't think we've met.

I'm Cole. - Well, for all I know, you two set that fire to sabotage my business.

- Um, hold on. No. We, uh?

Um...

- Sorry about that. Um...

I'm Clint. I stay in one of Tee's caravans.

A lot of people bailed from the park today, so it's been pretty rough on her.

(R & B MUSIC PLAYS)

- What are we supposed to do? Turn people away?

I was gonna invite her for a coffee sometime, or a wine.

- You'll make friends. I promise. - (SCOFFS)

Men don't understand.

You guys are like, 'Oh, we played cricket when we were 9.

'Let's be best mates for life.'

Or, 'Oh, you've got a blue car. I've got a blue car.

'Will you be best man at my wedding?' (LAUGHS)

- Men don't understand (!)

- Well, obviously I'm not talking about you, Mr No Mates.

Oh, I'm? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It's fine (CHUCKLES).

- Anyway. Plenty more fish in the sea, right?

- Or... in the deep fryer.

- Again? We have leftovers at home.

- SING-SONGY: Boring.

- Aw. - Huh.

Leftovers it is. - (CHUCKLES)

(BLUESY REVERB GUITAR MUSIC)

- I'm proud of you, love. - Aw. Thanks.

Just trying to be the bigger person, you know? - Mm.

Locals should work together, not compete for guests.

- Hello.

I'm Alison. - Uh, Pete Coleman. My wife, Vinny.

- Well, I heard you two used to be private investigators.

Or still are?

- Uh? Something like that. (CHUCKLES)

- Well, I bet you think Captain Sook's death isn't on the level.

Am I right or what, Blue Eyes?

- She is all yours, Blue Eyes.

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

Hello?

- Now, I know you may have heard stories about Gene and I.

But at the end of the day, it was all pretty harmless.

I mean, there was the possum incident, but no one was hurt.

Well, not badly anyway.

I mean, he deliberately sabotaged an entire batch of candles that I was making.

But I forgave him.

And yes, there was the dead fish in his air conditioner,

but the old bugger had no sense of smell, so that was a waste of time.

- No sense of smell. - Cancer in his 20s ?

had his pituitary gland removed.

I also stole the entire shipment of his book.

CHUCKLES: He was going bonkers.

- This book. - Self-published memoir.

- Could I, um? (CLEARS THROAT)

Could I get a couple of copies?

How did you go? - She wasn't there.

I left the flowers on the counter. Whatcha got there?

- This is Gene's self-published memoir.

Alison had a whole box of them.

Apparently their war of the roses was escalating.

- Oh. Plausible suspect, you think? - Well...

- Can I help you?

- Oh. Teresa, hi. We're just, um, coming to extend the olive branch.

- You've got a pair of bolt cutters stashed under your desk.

- You've been snooping in my office.

- Gene's gas bottle container was broken into.

Someone broke the lock with a pair of bolt cutters.

- I have all sorts of tools. There's a lot of maintenance in my line of work.

- And a slim jim? You have one of those in your office, too?

They're used to break into cars, or caravans.

- And people get locked out on a regular basis. Of course I have a bloody slim jim.

Hey, Clint. Can you tell these people to leave?

- Oh. Pfft. That's, um... - (CHUCKLES THINLY) - It's fine. We-We're going.

- And I'd appreciate it if you don't come back.

- Funny way of extending the olive branch, love. - You know I had to ask.

You also know, don't you, that this wasn't?

- Probably wasn't an accidental death.

- Oh, come on. - And I just received a complaint from Teresa about you.

- M?? - Trespassing into her office.

- I was just dropping off a bunch of flowers...

initially.

- Is the fish and chip shop still out of calamari?

(EXHALES FORCEFULLY) Well, look ?

if we keep digging without permission, we run the risk of making evidence inadmissible.

So we'll let you get on with it. - Well ?

hold on. I might've found a workaround in the handbook.

I can temporarily hire retired officers as consultants

under, um, extenuating circumstances. - (CHUCKLES)

Don't we need to have served in New Zealand? - Didn't say.

- Does it define extenuating circumstances?

- Nope. So I will organise something official.

A card? Lanyards, maybe. - Oh, you do love a lanyard.

- Well, don't celebrate just yet. Your victim, Gene.

He had no fixed address, no next of kin.

The closest thing he had to family were the people at the holiday park. And...

they all hated him,

which is super depressing the more I think about it.

- Jamie,

we got you.

- (CHUCKLES)

Felt like a win today.

(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)

- We got you? - (CHUCKLES) - Pfft.

No. - What? - No. Sorry.

I didn't move to another country to report to a junior constable

and get paid in fish and chips? - Honey,

Jamie has been dumped here with no one to show him the ropes. When shit hits the fan, he needs help.

- And what, the motel's just gonna run itself?

- Well, I feel like we've got everything under control.

How's Gene's book? - Uh...

TRANSATLANTIC ACCENT: A Sale of Two Cities. From Auckland to Acapulco.

- (LAUGHS) - It's a real page-turner.

- Hmm. Well, if we wanna know who Gene was or who wanted to kill him...

- Well, it's funny you should say that. There's an entire chapter about an angry seagull.

- (LAUGHS)

- Vin, is this, um...

Is this really what you wanna do?

Well, I know it's not exactly...

It's not exactly where you saw yourself.

- I see myself

wherever you are.

Um...

Yeah, I wanna do this because...

if we can help, we should.

Right?

- (EXHALES SLOWLY)

- Hey.

Hey. (SIGHS)

We had a tough year

last year, but...

that's done. We're still going strong.

OK?

- SOFTLY: OK.

Mm. - Mm.

- OK. - (LAUGHS)

(SQUEALS)

(NIGHTCHOIR'S 'STRANDED')

- Still think not enough notice.

- Well, I mentioned it to a bunch of the new guests from the holiday park.

They are into it. - Hmm.

Nice spot, that Shady Vista. Almost bought it a couple of years back.

Well, it came up for sale, and I thought, perfect spot for me to start a commune with allmy friends.

- What, it? it was for sale? - Yeah.

But then I sobered up, and I remembered that

I don't have any friends. And no money.

And she wanted, like, nine million for it.

- But Teresa said she'd never sell.

(COMPUTER KEYS CLICK) - Uh-huh.

- Uh? no, there is a listing here from 2022.

Prime beachfront land.

Oi. - Terrible reviews.

Uh ? 'other guests ? rude, threatening.

'I'll never come back.' One star.

- 'Do not come here for a relaxing holiday. We were harassed by a man

'who accused us of talking too loudly.'

I'm guessing Gene. - Mm.

And only one person is harmed by those reviews.

- Mm. - No wonder it's so tough for her.

- Why not just ask him to leave?

- Well, that's a question only your ex-bestie can answer.

(COMPUTER KEYS CLICK)

(THWAP!) - Oh.

- CHUCKLES: Oh ho ho.

- Cheeky.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Neutral territory. Since you don't want me trespassing.

Which is fair.

(EXHALES)

OK.

Just a couple of questions.

You said you'd never sell the holiday park, but...

you listed it for sale just a few years ago.

- Wow.

This feels like stalking.

Is Blue Motel really that quiet?

No, because you have all my guests.

That ? I was just testing the market.

- So it wasn't because of Gene?

We read the reviews. He was scaring paying customers away.

- You know, when I met you, I thought, 'Finally. Someone who gets it.'

- I do. I do. I know how important home is.

But if someone killed Gene, don't you wanna know?

- Yes.

Because I just can't...

I can't believe that people might not feel safe at my camping ground.

It breaks my heart, to be honest. - Teresa, I wanna help.

- (SIGHS)

(DRONE BUZZES)

- (EXHALES)

Yeah, all right, then.

(INTRIGUING JAZZ MUSIC)

(BOTTLE OPENS) - Cheers. - Ta.

(SIGHS) - (EXHALES)

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- (INHALES, EXHALES)

- How long you been in property development, Alexander?

- Done your homework, eh?

- Trying to.

So, um... a death at the holiday park ?

is that the sort of thing that reduces the value of the asset?

- OK, look, if you're gonna keep bringing it up again? - I-I'm only asking

because we just bought this motel a few months back, and then, uh...

there was an incident. (BUZZING NEARS)

- Honestly?

Won't help your resale value. - Bugger.

We sank our whole retirement into this place. You know?

- Yeah, property business, it's a... it's a dirty game, but...

but murdering a man for a better deal?

Now that'd take a monster. (BUZZING INTENSIFIES)

- So you're not in town trying to buy Shady Vista? - Oh, nah, it's not for sale, mate.

No, I'm just trying to give the boys a good old-fashioned holiday

that they'll always remember? (GLASS SHATTERS, BUZZING STOPS)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(ANTICIPATIVE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

Sorry about this. Christmas pressie, you know.

Which one of you two did this?

You want me to check the footage? See who's lying? Huh?

- Hey ? were they using the drone the night of the explosion?

- Well, I said to them not to use it at night, so...

- And they do everything you say.

- Well, I haven't checked the footage, so...

- Eh...

the quality's not great.

(DRONE BUZZES)

Stop.

There. - SOFTLY: Oh shit.

I can't make out whether it's a man or a woman.

Uh, guess I gotta compile a list of suspects. - Mm...

might've already done that.

Xander gave us the footage. My gut says no.

Get a weird vibe from Clint, Teresa's mate from the park.

- Wait, you mean Calamari Clint?

- What, he gets the... For-For the fish and chip shop?

Well, we don't want it to be him, then.

What about, um... What about the neighbour ? the candle lady?

You know what? Gene's caravan would've stunk from all that gas,

and she knew Gene had no sense of smell.

- That's the autopsy report. You tell me what jumps out.

- READS: Severe burns, traces of wax and...

residue.

Candle lady.

- Go on.

WHISPERS: You're going back in. - Ugh.

(SEAGULLS CRY)

- Oh. Don't breathalyse me, Officer.

- It's Clint, right? - Yeah, that's the one.

Rumour is you and your wife are cops.

- In another life. - Mm. Good call.

Not everyone thinks the sun rises and sets with the police.

- (CHUCKLES) Hey, uh, you live at Shady Vista, right?

I'm headed there now to see Alison Northey.

- About Gene? Good luck with that.

- Were you there the night of the fire?

- I was out in the water ? fishing. - For squid.

LAUGHS: Right, mate.

Big fan. - Yeah. Dawn and dusk are the best time for it.

- Right. No calamari yesterday, though.

- Nope. Bad night. Happens.

(MEDITATIVE MUSIC)

- So, uh... (SIGHS)

you said you were out of town the night of the fire next door.

- Unplugged spirituality retreat. No devices allowed.

- Alison, Gene's autopsy showed he was covered in wax.

- Well, I did give him a candle recently.

One from my intimate range. (GASPS) Would you like to see?

- Um...

Very nice. - Thank you.

Gene thought so too.

- Weren't you, uh... Weren't you at each other's throats?

- (SIGHS) Look.

Love and hate both come from the same chakra.

You know? - Ah.

Oh.

You-You two were...? - Yes, we were.

Twice a week.

You know, underneath all that bluster,

Gene really was just a big,

salty teddy bear.

You don't believe me? - No, I d? I didn't say that.

- Mm. Stay there, handsome.

Here you go. Taken in Gene's caravan.

- (INHALES SHARPLY)

Uh...

- And she said she wanted you to keep this?

- You can see the, um? There's sailing stuff there in the background.

- The sailing stuff is what you're looking at (CHUCKLES). - Yes.

- Really? - Yes, darling. - CHUCKLES: OK. So ?

So she says,

'Please, take this topless photograph,'

and you just... - You try saying no to that woman, Vinny.

- (CHUCKLES) - I wouldn't.

- Oh. Uh? No. Saffron, you can't look at that.

- You guys are. - Well, she wanted us to.

- Anyway, what we're getting is that Alison and Gene were lovers,

and she was away the night he died. - Which she can't confirm because she was at a device-free retreat.

- She said that? And you believed her?

The only reason people go on a device- free retreat is so they can post about it.

- So you think you can confirm her alibi? - 'Course.

I might need that for reference. - No chance.

- You can't blame a girl for trying.

(CHILDREN SQUABBLE)

- I mean, where's the father, for goodness sake?

- I? No! - My turn. It's my turn.

- No! - XANDER: Oh yeah ? can I have a look at that?

- Oh.

That's interesting.

(PHONE BUTTONS BEEP)

Vanessa, Maxine. Hey. Look, I'm just at the wine bar.

It is so a wine bar. We do not call it a pub.

Hey, look, um...

I think I may be witnessing a real estate deal.

- Gosh. No secrets in this town.

- So you are selling, then?

- Mr Curtin made an offer. That's all.

- You know Xander will flatten the park, put townhouses on it?

- Well, let's face it ? it's probably better use of the land.

- But? I mean...

ordinary people who can't afford five-star.

The fact that they can come and stay here in prime position, it's...

- Yeah, I-I get it. I get it, Vinny. I've been living it for years.

Working my arse off so strangers can stay by the seaside.

- Strangers are just guests who haven't checked in yet. - (CHUCKLES)

- I just made that up. - Look at you.

Still in the honeymoon phase, you and tourism.

My heart hasn't been in it for ages.

And with Gene finally gone, maybe it's time.

My father wouldn't have wanted me to be unhappy.

Or to turn down $7 million.

(MYSTERIOUS STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

- Xander said he wasn't here to buy.

Was that bullshit, or did I put the idea in his head?

- And she said, 'Oh, it would break my heart to leave my family's legacy.'

Was that all bullshit? - Wait. Hold on. He didn't say he wasn't here to buy.

He said Shady Vista wasn't for sale.

- So he's got Teresa at a vulnerable moment.

- Oh. Hello, Colemans. - Oh.

- Peter, this book is riveting.

One man, the open waters... (CHUCKLES)

It's actually very erotic. - Uh...

Is there anything in there about a, uh, a nemesis or a mortal enemy?

- Only the sea, darling. Only the sea.

- You asked Maxine to read Gene's memoir?

- I delegated.

No fixed address.

- Sorry? - Jamie said Gene had no fixed address.

Because the nine months of the year he wasn't in Mowai Bay,

he was? - Living on a boat. - (CLICKS TONGUE)

- You sure about the name of Gene's boat? - Positive.

'The Malcontent'. Wanker.

- Definitely not a fan, then.

- There.

(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)

- (GRUNTS) It's had a bit of a scrape.

- Who knows? - No one's reported anything.

- Check with the harbourmaster and Maritime New Zealand.

- Or... find the red boat that left the scrape.

Work backwards from there.

- So, Candle Lady might actually be the 1% that leaves their phone at home.

- Meaning she could've been anywhere the night Gene died.

- Yeah. I checked her business Insta as well ? Wick Tee's.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE BUTTON BEEPS)

- Hello, Blue Motel.

Uh-huh.

Oh. Your room wasn't serviced yesterday. I'm so sorry.

- I was busy.

- The rock 'n' roll night? Yes. That's tonight.

- Huh?

- Definitely. Yes. There will absolutely be drinks and nibbles.

- Huh.

- (SIGHS)

Can't believe I didn't think of drinks and nibbles.

Oh. Honey.

- I've got a problem.

- Well, don't complain to me when you get indigestion

halfway through the bunny hop. - Hmm.

(CURIOUS ROCKABILLY GUITAR MUSIC)

Doesn't taste right.

Present for ya. - Oh. Finally.

It's back.

- I know, right? - That's frozen.

- So, who do you think might've had the boat crash with Gene?

- SIGHS: Oh man.

Calamari Clint.

(CURIOUS MARACA AND BONGO MUSIC)

Hello?

Clint?

(CURIOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CURIOUS GUITAR MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

- Anything? - Yeah, I found Clint's boat.

- Is it red? - It's blue now.

- Uh... Righto. Thanks, mate.

- So, do we really believe that Gene was killed over a minor boat prang?

I just... (DOOR OPENS) - Oh, sorry.

Thought there was a party going on.

She accepted my offer. - Theresa? The? The?The holiday park?

- Yeah. I? I know she's had a few developers sniff around the years, but hey, right place, righttime.

- Be right back. - Yeah.

- Great shirt. - Oh. Heh.

(SLOW, MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(CICADAS SING, SEAGULL CRIES)

- Right place, right time...

so what's suddenly changed?

- Hmm.

Honey, can you grab that photo for me? - What photo?

- Boobtastic from Gene's caravan.

- Why?

- The sailing stuff behind on the? on the pinboard.

- Hmm.

Oh yeah. There's something red there on the pinboard.

Can't quite see what it says, though. - Mm.

Hmm. Blue Eyes...

you know what you have to do.

- (GROANS)

- You want a digital copy?

Well, of course, Blue Eyes.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES) - Oh. There it is.

(INTRIGUING JAZZ MUSIC)

- Oh.

Gotcha.

- Hello, I'm just on my way to your party.

(GASPS) Don't tell me you called it off.

(GASPS) Oh no. Don't tell me that nobody came.

- VINNY AND COLE: No. - People are coming.

- Oh. - But we had to leave, because...

we figured out what happened to Gene.

- Gidday, Clint. - Heya. What's goin' on?

- Well, apparently these two have some news about poor Gene.

What were you saying, Vinny? - That it was about the boat in the end.

Your boat. - That used to be red, but as of yesterday is blue.

- So?

What's this about? - Well, why not just be honest about your boat being off the water

instead of trying to pass off frozen calamari as a catch?

- You couldn't get out on the sea, Clint. And you tried to lie about that.

- What's happening, Clint?

- Yeah. OK. Yeah.

Gave my girl a paint job because Gene, the old shithead,

was suddenly dead, and I knew what people would think.

- You and your husband both need to piss off.

Clint didn't do anything to Gene.

- We know that, Teresa. We know he didn't.

(LOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- Because Clint's boat was the final straw for you.

The way Gene treated your friend that day

is what pushed you over the edge. - (CHUCKLES)

- The fighting with Xander, the threatening little kids.

- This arsehole threatened to smack my kids.

- Yeah, well, the little shits and their endless buzzing. They need a good smack.

- I'll smack you in a minute? Oh?

- You couldn't take any more, and, well, fair enough.

- So when you went for a drink with Clint that night and heard about the boat crash...

- (SCOFFS) You? You think I blew up Gene because I was protecting Clint?

- Well, and the rest. Gene had been making your life hell for years,

and I? I couldn't understand why you hadn't just kicked the bastard out.

- Because I'm not tough like you, Vinny. I haven't been a police officer before.

- But you could've called one. - Unless Gene was entitled ? legally entitled ? to be on yourproperty.

- And that's where the problem lies. Isn't that right, Teresa?

Because Gene was legally entitled to be there.

- It was an old contract, but it was signed by your father and Gene's father.

Gene was entitled to that prime camping site for the rest of his life.

- And if you tried to boot him, you would've had a legal battle on your hands which you couldn't afford.

- Look, chin up, mate. I'm so sorry.

- Hey, thanks. Appreciate it. - Night. Sleep well.

- So that night, when you were so angry after the way he treated Clint,

you knew Gene was still at the pub.

(MATCH STRIKES, WHOOSH!)

(KNOBS CLICK)

(GAS HISSES)

- And then you all but (INHALES SHARPLY) lit a fuse.

(GAS HISSES)

(WHOOSH, MATCH FLARES)

(EXPLOSION)

- He just...

loved making everyone miserable

and flaunting that piece of paper in my face.

My stupid father lost a bet, and I'm the one still paying it off.

- This has gotta be bullshit. You could've subdivided or

sold the land around him? - No, nobody would want it! Who would want a prime piece of land

with a shitty caravan smack in the middle? I just? I couldn't.

You two just wait. You wait and see how hard it is.

- Bloody hell, Teresa. What were you thinking?

(INTRIGUING JAZZ MUSIC)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC BUILDS)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

- (PANTS)

(SHRIEKS) Aargh! Fuck! - Teresa! Stop!

- Aargh, fuck!

I should've blown that bloody arsehole up years ago

before you got here to ruin everything.

- I didn't ruin it. You did.

I thought I made a friend.

- (GRUNTS) - Oh? Just...

(APPROACHING SIREN WAILS) (BOTH WOMEN PANT)

(DREAMY STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

- Huh. - People actually came.

- Did they dance? - Of course they did.

- To what songs? - Old shit. - Oh, shush.

I started a conga line. Like a 'cha-cha cha-cha cha cha'.

And it really went off, didn't it? - Yeah. And I did some of my breakdancing.

I'm low-key obsessed with Raygun. - Come here, girl. - OK.

- A cha-cha cha-cha cha cha! - OK. We're off. - A cha-cha cha-cha cha cha.

- Xander. What are you gonna do with the holiday park?

Townhouses? High-rise apartments?

- Actually, nah. None of that.

I wanna give my boys the same kind of holiday I had growing up. You know?

Swingball, beach cricket, all that.

- Where are the boys now? - Oh, they're in their unit playing Minecraft.

Excuse me. - (CHUCKLES)

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

We missed it. - We missed it.

- SADLY: Oh...

- You know what? We could try again next month. - Yeah.

- And I'm, uh... I'm sorry about your new bestie.

- Oh. I don't need a new bestie, Cole.

Happy with the one I've got.

Mm. (CHUCKLES)

- You guys need to get out here, now.

- Suicide pact. But my instinct's telling me something's not right.

- I'm meant to be with my best friend. But she's dead.

- It's a tale as old as time, really.

- Romeo and Juliet for the twilight set.

- A dying man, an old flame that still burns.

- But you're doing really well out of it, aren't ya?

- Pyew-pyew!

- I'll give it a minute or two then see if I can get close.

- Argh! - Get off me!

(BOTH YELL)

- That was awesome.

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