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(DISTANT INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(FUNK MUSIC)

(BOISTEROUS LAUGHTER) - HIGH-PITCHED: Babe!

CHEERS: Hey! - Yeow!

- # You got to have it. - We missed you!

- # She got the power.

# You got to have it... - Stop.

- Yeow!

- CHEERING: Hey.

- # You got to have it... #

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SWISH!)

- I think you're all forgetting about tomorrow morning. - (SNORT-LAUGHS) How could we?

- Who votes we ditch the fun run? (WOMEN CHEER AND LAUGH)

- We have to be at the starting line at 9, so we're calling it a night.

- It's Marilyn's birthday, not yours. - Aware of that, Carla.

- It's Camilla. - Fun run tomorrow, winery on Sunday.

- Night, guys. - Night, Bea.

(DOOR OPENS, CRICKETS CHIRP) Night, Nikki.

- Why did you invite your cousins? - Because Bea's great, but if I wanted her to come,

I had to invite her sister, too. - No. She's not the boss of me.

- (LAUGHS)

- Another cheeky vodka? (WOMEN LAUGH) - # You got to have it.

# You got to have it.

# You got to have it. - Oh ah.

# You gotta have it. #

(MUSIC AND LAUGHTER ECHOES)

(BIRDS CHITTER)

- ON MEGAPHONE: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

This is Jonty from Peninsula FM

sending you on the third

annual Mowai Bay

fun ruuun! (CROWD CHEERS)

- Yay. - Yay. - Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

- Eugh. - LAUGHS: Oh, come on. - Can't we go back to bed?

- Honey, this crowd is the reason we were so busy last night.

Plus, you love running. - I do not love running. - (LAUGHS) Well, it could be worse.

You could be one of the party animals from Unit 2 last night.

- Sorry I didn't know your size, but you people like to wear tight-fitting clothes, right?

- You people? - How much did I beat you by in Queenstown, Bea?

Four minutes?

Remember, there's no shame in walking if you're not up to it. (CHUCKLES)

- (CAWS)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

- Runners, are you ready?

On your marks. Get set.

Go! (HORN BLOWS)

- Too hard, too fast, Nikki.

(CROWD CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)

- (GROANS) - Detour to the pub?

- We would never hear the end of it. - I did not sign up for this, Maz.

- The quicker we go, the quicker it will be over. Happy birthday to me (!)

- (SIGHS, MOANS)

(THE NEWBEATS' 'RUN BABY RUN')

- # Run.

# Run, baby, run.

# Run, baby, run.

# Run, baby, run.

# Run, baby, run. #

(STEEL DRUM AND GUITAR MUSIC)

(BOUNCY STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

- (INHALES SHARPLY)

- I'll have a G 'n' T, thanks. - Oh. Only got water and water, so..

- Oh. I thought this was a fun run.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(CIGARETTE CRACKLES)

- (SQUEALS, GRUNTS)

(SOBS)

Ow-uh.

- MEGAPHONE: And here comes number one, guys.

First place. Not even breaking a sweat. (CROWD CHEERS)

Look at that. Phenomenal effort.

Battling it out for third and fourth place.

Excellent effort, guys. Well done.

Round of applause for these two gentlemen.

- This is supposed to be fun, right? - (LAUGHS)

Harden up, sweetheart― Oh! (INHALES SHARPLY) Ooh.

- I'm not saying a word.

- Oh no. Ow.

LAUGHS: Ow. Shit. - (MUTTERS)

- No, that's not good.

(CROWD CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

Shit. I think last night's vodka is about to make a comeback.

- How did you beat Beatrix?

- I did?

(TENTATIVE MUSIC)

- Oh my God. If Bea quit and went back to the motel... - She wouldn't, would she?

- She'd be too scared of her sister. - (SIGHS)

- Come on, guys, give 'em a round of applause. Let's keep the motivation going, guys.

- (CHUCKLES, LAUGHS)

HIGH-PITCHED: Yoo. Ha. - CHUCKLES: You all good? - Oh. So good.

- Oh. - Oh. Hello. - (MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)...off.

- Yeah. Might need the first aid tent. - (COUGHS)

- You right, babe? - BREATHLESSLY: Oh, yeah. - Yeah, you're right.

- Come on in. You got this.

Coming in at 67th place.

Round of applause for that effort, guys. A+ there. - Great.

I came last, didn't I?

- Well done, guys. Well done. - Not quite.

(UNEASY, MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(DISTANT SEAGULLS CAW)

- Uh, excuse me. My sister isn't back yet.

- Our friends went back to the motel, but she's not there.

- She could be sulking because I put so much distance between us.

- We tried tracking her watch, but nothing's coming up.

- OK. What-What's her name?

- PETER: Beatrix!

Hello?! Beatrix!

(DISTANT FROG CROAKS)

Beatrix!

- So you hate running, but you entered the run.

- Uh. Vin's idea.

Trying to find new stuff to do. Beatrix!

I could maybe give... maybe give fishing a go.

You fish? - Wait. Is that...?

- It's blood. Looks fresh.

- Beatrix!

Hello?!

(EERIE MUSIC)

- Jamie.

(MUSIC RISES)

(OCEAN SWELLS)

(WAVE CRASHES)

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYS)

- Sheesh. Who died?

- The woman in Unit 11, actually.

- What? - Mm.

- Wait. If you're here, who's manning reception?

- Manning's actually a really gendered term, Cole.

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

- How am I supposed to know if I was the last person to see my sister alive?

- Witnesses say that you were at the front and Beatrix wasn't far behind you.

- What witnesses? We're both experienced runners.

N-No one was even close to us.

- Yeah. Hence the 'last person to see her' thing.

You didn't notice your sister injure herself? - I...

I was in the zone. And she didn't injure herself.

She's dead.

She went for a stupid, piddly 10 K run.

How could she fall down a bank and die?

- Beatrix's injuries were to the front of the head,

and the back, inflicted with a hard object.

- Are you s― saying someone attacked her?

Wha― Who?

When?

Why are you―? - This...

was in Beatrix's hand.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- SHAKILY: Um....

Uh, it must have...

fallen off when...

- When what, Nikki?

- You can't possibly think...

that I...

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(BREATHING SLOWS)

- I'll be in touch, Mrs Hewitt.

- Hey, Jamie.

- WHISPERS: Hey.

- So, what are we looking at? - Uh, initial results look like cerebral oedema.

Blunt force trauma. Two, three whacks to the front of the head ―

single to the back ― with a bar or a bat, maybe.

Yeah. Fitness watch was smashed. - Defence injury.

- What'd the sister have to say?

- Uh, that she will, quote,

'destroy my career while it's still in the womb.' - CHUCKLES: God.

- And that she didn't see or hear or do anything.

And a bunch of stuff about her sisters keys.

(LOW MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- OK. Well, how can we help?

- Direct me to the rest of the birthday party.

- After the race started, I never saw Bea again.

- I'm not much of a cardio guy.

(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)

- I stopped for a rest. I was drowning in that XXL T-shirt.

- The one that Nikki and Beatrix ordered for you?

- Just Nikki.

Beatrix wasn't like that, I don't think.

- Bea and I were close, but

with Bea came Nikki.

- I only met them last night.

Nikki's, like, a Z-list celebrity from doing a bunch of TV commercials.

Ew. - And Beatrix?

- She was pretty but didn't make much of an impression.

- She seemed normal enough,

except for the weird competitive thing with her sister.

- What competitive thing? - Always been like that.

You know, who's a faster runner?

Who has the nicest car?

Who makes more money?

- Nikki has to win. - All the time. It's exhausting.

- I wanted to throw Maz the most epic birthday party.

But then, her bitch cousin turns up, takes over,

and cancels the bottomless brunch I booked.

- There's bottomless brunch in Mowai bay?

- My special skill ― I can sniff out a bottomless brunch within a 20-mile radius.

But Nikki entered everyone in a fun run instead.

- The run was Nikki's idea?

Could she have murdered her sister?

- Come on. No way. - I assumed it was random.

Now that you say it. Nikki...

(DARK MUSIC)

Maybe.

- Obviously.

(LAID-BACK STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

- Please stop posting on the community Facebook page, Saffron.

Especially those yellow things. - But old people love minions.

- And speaking of old people, you went to called Gladys from the bowls club a walking cadaver.

- We have beef. I'm not sorry.

- Vanessa, should you be up and about on that leg of yours, love?

- We covered the entire course start to finish. Not a single bloody clue.

- Those two sisters were well ahead of the pack.

- Thanks, honey. - Yeah, they were real fast.

Wow. They're fast. - Another one.

Didn't even stop for water. - It's hard to believe that a third person caught up to themboth,

killed Beatrix and then disappeared.

- Unless they used the goat track.

- The goat track? What is that?

- The― Oh, OK.

- But That― That was our roster.

- OK. So the course ― roughly ― there.

And this right here

is a shortcut.

It's an old walking trail. - The goat track.

- Goat track. - No. Stop.

Elevate that leg.

- Me?

Oh, yeah. Wow. OK. I'll go and get ready.

(LOW MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

So, yeah, I come through here every Tuesday. Just to get my steps up.

Dunno why they call it the goat track, though, because I'm on this track and I've never seen a goat.

My nephew called me a GOAT the other day. Do you know what it means?

The Greatest Of All Things.

- Yeah. - Careful, love. Careful. - OK. Ma-Ma-Maxine, can we just...

- What is it? What is it? Is it a murder weapon?

- No.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

One of the runners came through this trail.

(MUSIC RISES)

So someone did get ahead of Beatrix.

(PERCUSSION BUILDS)

Or they were already waiting for her.

- Peter, I'm assuming this is the spot ― where it happened.

So there were 68 runners.

Take out the victim, take out you, take out Vanessa.

What are you left with?

- 65. - 65.

There you go. Look at you. Making progress.

- My cousin and her friends. Where are they? - Oh. Um...

I heard them talking this morning saying something about a winery tour.

- (SIGHS) - Maybe it's their way of grieving and giving you some space.

- I booked that winery tour.

And they left me here? (SIGHS)

I can't book an Uber.

- Oh, yeah. No Ubers out here. - (SIGHS)

- Maybe you can take your sister's car. It's only a 10-minute drive.

- OK. First off, cold. And second, I can't find the keys.

- (SIGHS) Look. I'm really sorry about your sister.

- It's been a sucky few weeks.

First our nan passing. - Oh. Were you close with your nan?

- I was her favourite. She loved having a celebrity in the family.

I was in a lot of very prominent TV commercials. You wouldn't have seen them. You're...

Australian. - Right.

- Oh shit. Nan's inheritance. A third to each of us.

Does Marilyn get half now?

- So your nan left an inheritance to you, Beatrix and Marilyn?

- She'll push for half because she's povo.

She works in retail. They all do.

If we find the keys to Bea's car, can I drive it home?

- Uh, at some stage.

(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)

- Well, thanks.

I'll let Detective Granger know and get these sent to forensics in Auckland.

Hey. Did you know that it was Nikki Hewitt's idea to enter the run?

- See if she knows about the goat track. - Sure thing.

- And get warrants underway to search the group's vehicles.

Me and Vin'll do a sweep at the motel. - Uh-huh.

- And the victim's car keys still haven't turned up. It'd be great to locate those.

- Thanks, boss.

(SLOW STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

(SEAGULLS CAW)

- I don't know what I would do with― without you guys. - Enjoy your wine tasting, bitches?

- Oh, well, the booking was non-refundable, so we thought―

- I lose my only sibling, and you abandon me.

- Make it all about you. - Wow. You are a piece of work.

- Oh, am I? I thought I was a walking cliche

and that Marilyn only has a gay best friend for attention.

- What? - That's what she said, babes. - To her.

You told him? - He's my friend. You're not.

- You work in retail, and you're in your 30s.

That's embarrassing, Carla. - It's Camilla. And you know it.

- Yes, we're in retail. And we're not ashamed, trophy wife.

- OK. Why don't we all just― - I amnot.

I was the Ooh La Latte girl. People still recognise me

from that campaign. - (CHUCKLES) - Just say it.

You all think the wrong sister died. Don't you?

- No. We think the bitch sister killed the nice sister. Boom!

- (SHRIEKS) - Whoa. No, no, no, no, no.

No. No. - (SHRIEKS)

- Come on. I need another drink.

- (EXCLAIMS FRUSTRATEDLY)

I'm the victim here. - OK.

I'll make you a cup of tea. - I don't have anyone else.

Not since Nan died. I looked after Marilyn ― her and Bea.

- Hey, what about your parents? - They sent us to boarding school, swanned off to England.

Mum went with cancer 12 years ago,

then Dad ― complications during surgery.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - It's...

- Nikki, that thing you said before about the wrong sister dying? - They're all thinking it.They are.

- It's just― you and Beatrix, you're roughly the same build. - She wished.

- Same height. Matching ponytails.

- Wait. Someone wantedmedead?

- It's possible. - Oh my God.

Hello? Roger?

It was meant to be me.

I know. But the lady from the motel.

No― I-I'm breathing. I am. (INHALES DEEPLY)

- Saffron. - I was just getting to these units. Relax.

- Not what I was going to ask.

- They wanted to kill the hot sister. - They're all out.

Nikki's with Vin, so you and I are gonna service the room super fast

and see if we can find anything that looks...

like this. - I'm sure this is not my job description,

but I'm so here for it.

(UPBEAT STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

(MUSIC QUICKENS)

It was Marilyn Jessup. She's your killer.

Unit 2. - Ugh.

Bull-shit. - I know.

She seemed, like, really nice, and she even made her own bed and...

I'll go put this back then.

(MUSIC QUICKENS)

Camilla has been smoking in her room.

Plus, I found another one of those sparkly wig things in her bathroom bin.

- Snap. - Guts.

This Cluedo shit is so hard. - No. It's good.

We've narrowed it down from 65 suspects to four.

(BIRDS CHITTER)

- Oh. Hey, James. If you've come to sweep the trail, I wouldn't bother.

- Maxine's already gone over everything this morning with Detective Coleman.

- Mm. Peter, that is. Not Vanessa.

Goodness. It must've been quite confusing for them both in the police force, eh.

- Well, good to know you're on the case, Maxine. - Thank you.

Actually, we do have some more intel.

Andrea saw something. Tell him.

- Friday afternoon, two of the group were arguing.

- How did you know who they were? - It was obvious.

I was waiting for my fish 'n' chips, and so were they.

And I couldn't help overhearing.

- Nikki, why did you tell Lane to throw away the penises?

- Whichobviouslygot my attention.

- 'Cause who brings dildos and penis headbands to a 30th birthday?

One, it's not a hen's do, and two, you're not that basic. Are you?

- Actually, I am a bit basic. Me and my friends find sex toys hilarious.

- They were having this conversation right on the street. No shame.

- And as for those stupid wigs ― what do you think Nan would say?

- Well, she'd probably tell you to get your head out your arse, Nicola.

- Then my number got called, so I went in to collect my fish tacos.

So I never found out how it ended.

- Darling, we know how it ended.

The murder.

Good luck, Constable.

Come. Don't dwell. Move. Move.

(CURIOUS STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

- Hey. - Hey. - How'd you go?

- Found a match for the glittery ribbon we picked up from the goat track.

It's from a wig. - Well, that's a decent get.

Where'd you see the wig? - In Marilyn, Nikki, Camilla and Lane's rooms.

- Oh. - Yeah.

What makes you think Nikki was the intended victim, not the sister?

- Oh, I just spent 40 minutes with her, and I wanted to kill her.

No, seriously, Nikki,

Beatrix, and Marilyn were all due to receive an inheritance from their grandmother.

If you were Marilyn, would you rather receive a third or a half?

- So it's about money. - Mm.

And who she'd rather share it with.

And what do we really know about the birthday girl?

- Her socials are pretty vanilla.

Oh. Boyfriend. Brian.

Who's into neck tats, bongs and Fortnite.

What a catch (!)

- Wonder why he didn't come to the birthday celebrations.

- Mm. Think it was a bit of a girl's weekend, honey.

What about the grandmother?

- Well, she didn't go to the birthday celebrations because she died three weeks ago.

Marilyn's posted one of those long, gushy tribute posts.

Nikki and Beatrix just posted photos together at the wake.

- But nothing about the nan. - Nikki iswearing those boots though.

- Mm-kay. So a financial motive for Marilyn still holds up.

She and Nikki weren't close.

You're not feeling it? - Marilyn's been the perfect guest.

Polite, friendly. - Hm.

- Um, guys. I think I found something.

- Nightclub bottle attack.

Marilyn Jessup sentenced.

Assault with intent to injure. - Criminal record.

Not a small one either.

(UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS)

- Andrea said that she saw Nikki and Marilyn

having an argument the day they all arrived.

- Andrea? - From the gift shop.

- Oh. She sold me a $70 bottle of room spray.

It is quite nice, to be fair. - Hm.

- So I thought I'd look into Marilyn.

Guess what. - She spent over two years in prison for glassing some guy in a bar.

- Right.

You already knew.

Anyway, uh, bottling someone. Blunt force trauma.

It's not a huge leap to make. - Mm. - Mm-hm.

- So someone should have a casual chat with Marilyn.

- Yeah, I'll come by tomorrow morning.

- (CLEARS THROAT)

We'll take Marilyn. You take Nikki.

- Ask her about the argument. We're looking for a motive.

- OK.

- Excuse me. Service.

Drink.

- Oh, OK. Whoa.

- OK. Here we are.

- CAMILLA AND LANE: Three, two, one.

- (GASPS) Guys.

- Yeah.

(POP ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

- I've been calling Bea's friends to let them know, so I'm not up for another interrogation.

- Nah, I'm off duty. - Good.

- And I'm sorry.

Breaking the news. I know how tough it can be.

- Do you agree it was meant to be me who died?

- The investigation is ongoing, so...

So, were you and Marilyn arguing about something?

- You think Marilyn wanted to kill me? - No.

No. - That'd be typical. My own cousin.

She was always jealous because of my acting career.

- You're an actor? - It was a silly hobby, but I still get recognised.

- Right.

- You know, you're very handsome out of that uniform,

but you need to put it back on and find out who wanted to kill me.

- Back to it's my night off.

- What about Lane? Marilyn's idiotic gay bestie.

- Who you just met? - Honestly, do I have to do everything myself?

(LOUD KNOCK AT DOOR) - Come in.

(EXCLAIMS) This is heaven.

- So sorry to interrupt. I-I, um, wanted to have a chat.

I will come back later. - Laura is my new best friend.

Anything you need to say, you can say in front of her.

- OK.

What really happened at the nightclub the night you got arrested?

- LAURA: Excuse me.

- What's that got to do with anything?

- I'm just asking because it's only a matter of time before the police do too.

People leap to conclusions and will think,

'Oh, well, she has a history of violence.'

(INHALES DEEPLY) And then there's your grandmother's inheritance to consider.

- So I did it because I'm an angry poor person?

I was defending myself from a drunk, abusive ex! - OK.

- Why is nobody looking at Nikki? She was homophobic to Lane.

And apparently she's been excluding Camilla. She is such a bitch, and she always has been.

- We think that― (HAIRDRYER WHIRRS LOUDLY) whoever killed Beatrix m...

(HAIRDRYER STOPS) - What?

- I said, we think whoever killed Beatrix

meant to kill Nikki.

So tell me again how she's such a bitch. - Out.

Out!

Get out-tuh!

- So she lost it. - Mm. Her and everyone else today.

- We wanna see the managers now. - OK, Karen.

- Oh my God, Karen ― so funny (!) - Hello.

Hi. We're the managers. What's the problem?

- One of you accused my best friend of murder!

- No one accused anyone. I just asked some questions.

- No offence, but pretty crappy thing to drop on someone. Marilyn's really upset.

- So unless you want me to tear you a brand new arsehole on Tripadvisor,

we want our money― - OK. There's no need to start threatening.

- Hey. - Easy, tiger.

- Aargh! - Wah! - Oh my gosh.

- (SNORT-LAUGHS) - He's, um, a bit emotional right now.

- Oh yeah? Is that all it is? (CAR ALARM TRILLS)

- NIKKI: Surprise! - LANE: Get away from my car!

(CAR ALARM CONTINUES) Aargh! What the hell!

She's let down two of my tyres!

- Hell yeah, I did. - Respect.

(ALARM STOPS) It's really hard to let down car tyres.

- SLURS: Now you're all stuck here while we work out which of you killed my sister.

Suck it. - We liked your sister!

- But you hate me! And that's who you thought you were bashing.

Yeah. That's right.

Wrong sister. - Is that what the police think?

- It's a theory, but everyone should just calm down.

- One of you is gonna rot in jail, and I can't wait.

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(SLOW GUITAR MUSIC)

- When you sold me the dream, you did say we'd meet people from all walks of life.

- (CHUCKLES) I did.

- Just didn't think they'd be from the same walk of life we were used to.

- Mm. Same. (INHALES DEEPLY)

holiday vibes ― serenity.

- People can go wherever they want, but they take their problems with them, huh?

- Hm. Not all people, babe.

- WHISPERS: It's true.

Very true.

(LAID-BACK STEEL GUITAR MUSIC)

- Vanessa and Peter really need to start looking at the calibre of guests they're letting in.

- Yeah. Or just, you know, focus on what they came here to do.

- Something happened, Jamie? - Nah.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

They sorta reminded me of this boss I used to have at this accounting firm.

- What― You were an accountant? - Oh.

She never listened to a word I said. - Mm-mm.

- It was, 'New guy, fix the photocopier.

'New guy, the photocopier needs toner.

'New guy, who left a sandwich in the photocopier?'

- Do you ever think there's some tea that those two aren't spilling? - Oi, stop.

- Oh...

(PIZZICATO STEEL-GUITAR MUSIC)

I think I know where that's from.

- No! I don't even have the keys to Bea's car!

You two, tell him.

- I found a tyre iron. It's bright orange.

I've sent it to Auckland for prints, but it matches the tool kit in Beatrix's car.

- He's arresting me for that. - No. I'm arresting you because

when I asked you to answer a few questions, you punched me in the face.

- Nikki― Nikki. Go with Constable Haira. OK?

- Roger, I'm being arrested.

I dunno. He just made something up. - Was there any, uh, blood or fingerprints on the tyre iron?

- There was a sparkly kinda substance ― like makeup.

- And the keys ― there's― - Guys.

- (CHATS DISTANTLY) - Leave it with me. I know what I'm doing.

- No, he will literally have to drag me out of my room.

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(TENSE, INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Well, that's us told. - We searched that trail.

The only reason he found it now...

- ...is because it was planted.

- WHINES MELODRAMATICALLY: Officer, no. I'm innocent, I swear.

- You got wasted at retail, babes.

- Well, I did go to drama school, you know.

WHINES: Please. Set me free. - Guys.

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

(SEAGULL CAWS DISTANTLY)

- To Beatrix?

(CANS CLINK)

And to the police getting it so right.

(CAMILLA AND LANE LAUGH) Oh, selfie. Quick.

DISTANTLY: OK. Ready?

- They were definitely celebrating. - Why wouldn't they?

Lane thinks he got away with planting that tyre iron and framing Nikki. - Mm.

- There was sparkly stuff on that tyre iron, right? - Uh, yeah. There was.

Same as here ― on the water cooler.

- The water cooler Lane threw at us last night.

- Well, well, Sparkly Man's looking more and more suspicious, Colemans.

As for being a camera hoe, there's no official photos of him on the fun run.

- Wait. What photos of the fun run?

- Are you two not on the Mowai Bay Community Page?

Oh, come here. Look.

Here you go. See?

Random, random,

random.

Oh, that's a nice one, though. Look. It's me and Andrea. (CHUCKLES)

Moving on. - Whoa. - Is that her?

- And pendant still on at that point.

- Oh, poor love.

And don't worry, you two. I haven't posted any pictures of you on the page.

I know you feel funny about it. Just tell me the truth ―

are you guys in witness protection? That's all I wanna know. - Main thing is, no Lane.

- No Camilla either.

- We covered every square inch of the course.

- Hmm. I'm guessing you did the same out here.

Eyes... glued to your feet.

Oh. How much time did you spend looking up?

- Huh? - Do you remember our second date?

- Yeah. Pizza place. - That was our first date.

- No, no. No, no. It was― - Honey. A drunken hook-up after Burnsie's divorce party's

not a date, Cole. - Semantics.

- First date ― pizza place. Second date was a romantic picnic...

- ...in the Botanic Gardens. Walking through...

Walking through the trees. - We were throwing your car keys up and down, catching them.

- And they didn't come down.

So what you're suggesting is...

- ...someone charges out, whacks Beatrix, ducks back in here...

(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)

- (EXHALES FORCEFULLY)

Oh― (SIGHS).

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(LEAVES RUSTLE)

Huh.

- So you think someone planted the tyre iron.

- Lane or Camilla.

- And the murder weapon is in these trees?

How did you figure...? - Don't ask. We, um―

We joined some dots.

- Here's the thing, Nikki is...

she has a big personality, but that doesn't mean she's the killer.

- I guess bullying isn't always being mean.

You know, sometimes it's just talking over someone or...

not listening to them...

- As in...?

Oh, no. No, no. No, Jamie. No, no, no, no, no.

We-We completely respect you as a police officer,

(STAMMERS) and we are working for you,

not the other way around. - 100%, mate.

- Cool.

So what do we do now? - Well, that's up to you, boss.

- OK.

You know how sometimes...

we bullshit.

- Well, we do what has to be done to achieve an outcome.

- I've got an idea. It might be dumb.

- No such thing, mate.

(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)

Lane. We have a few questions we were hoping you could answer.

- I'm going for a run. - Oh. I thought you weren't one for cardio.

Which makes sense, actually, 'cause I don't remember seeing you

during the fun run.

- Yeah― He was with me the entire time. - It's possible.

No one got any official photos of you, either.

- The photographers probably left out of boredom. If I was a horse, I'd have been shot.

- The tyre iron the police found has the same glitter on it as our water cooler.

You know, the one you cracked the sads at last night?

- So we're thinking someone planted it.

The question is, Lane, who were you trying to frame?

- What are you talking about? - He put the tyre thingy in the bush to make it look like―

- Nikki had done it. Exactly.

- Or Nikki did do it. - Police have located the actual murder weapon.

- Where were you during the race, Camilla?

- I told you. I walked. I came last.

- OK. So you weren't with Lane the whole time after all?

- Fine.

I detoured briefly to meet someone off by the playground.

- Bro. The playground? - Not for a hook-up.

I was buying supplies for Saturday night.

- I think you've got supplies on your nose there, mate. - So? Arrest me.

(SCOFFS) That's right, you can't, because apparently, you're failed cops.

- Retired. - Yeah. Retired.

- Who else is ready to go home? - Oh, well, that will happen really soon for some of you.

Because, like Cole said, they have located the murder weapon.

- And the police are retrieving it tomorrow morning for testing.

- But I wouldn't go anywhere just yet.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- You think we pulled that off? - We gave it a red-hot crack, honey.

(CRICKETS CHIRP, OWL HOOTS)

- (SIGHS SOFTLY) - How's the ankle? - Oh, yeah.

It's so much better.

Just wait till we do next year's run.

- I'm not― Vin...

Ihaterunning.

- But you used to go all the time. - Yeah, because I was so...

miserable at work in those last months.

It was the only thing that got me out of my head for an hour.

- I― Honey, why didn't you― (TWIG SNAPS)

...talk― (TWIGS SNAP)

(RUSTLING)

(BARK CRUNCHES)

- (STARTLES, BREATHES HEAVILY) - It isn't there, Camilla.

- W-W-What? I'm just going for a walk.

- We know what you're doing, but Constable Haira got there first.

- JAMIE: Stand clear.

(PLONK!)

- Blood and glitter.

- Lane wasn't the only one to handle that water cooler, was he?

- He caught up with you on the fun run before he left to meet his dealer.

- (LAUGHS) - Everything hurts.

- I'm guessing he shared some of that sparkly hand cream with you.

- Let's put some fun in this run.

- And one of those silly wigs. (CAMILLA AND LANE LAUGH)

- But why did you grab that bit of timber fence-paling ―

to use as a walking stick?

- Well, you weren't thinking weapon... yet.

- Why would it be me? I hardly even knew Beatrix.

- But you knew her sister, Nikki. - No.

- You went to drama school.

- You got wasted at retail, babes.

- Well, I did go to drama school, you know.

- And everyone knows Nikki was an actor. - Hardly.

She did two commercials.

And I left drama school in the first semester.

And Nikki didn't even remember me, so who cares?

- But you remembered her. Once a bully, always a bully.

We getting close, Camilla?

You left to get away from Nikki, and then 10 years later, here she is again.

- Hijacking your best friend's birthday party, signing you all up for a―

a 10 K run. - Honestly, why are you in my business?

- Was it the run that pushed you over the edge? You were... tired, pissed off?

- And then you found yourself out here on the goat track, and you realised it was a shortcut.

And then suddenly, you're out there alone with the front runners.

It wasn't premeditated, was it?

- Just an opportunity presenting itself.

- You, her, an old piece of timber already in your hand.

- But I'm not a violent person.

I can't even watch movies with gore, or―

- You must've been in a blind rage to do what you did next.

- (GRUNTS) - Aargh. Aargh!

SOBS: Oh my God. - WHISPERS: Oh shit.

- (HYPERVENTILATES) - Ow.

- I thought you were Nikki.

- Wasn't the plan, though, right? You thought it'd be one hit to the back of Nikki's head.

- But blunt force trauma is never that neat.

- So not only did you get the wrong girl... - ...but you had to finish it.

Because she knew you'd just tried to murder her sister.

- Why would you hit Nikki? (GASPS, PANTS)

- WHISPERS: I'm sorry. - Oh my God. - I'm sorry.

- (BREATHES HEAVILY) - I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. - Aargh. Aargh.

(SCREAM ECHOES)

- I have spent my entire life feeling crap about myself because of Nikki Hewitt!

Why do the good guys always lose? - Sorry, I'm not following. Who's the good guy in thisscenario?

- Beatrix.

If she hadn't stopped to pick up Nikki's necklace,

which Nikki never would've done for her ―

not if it meant losing a race.

QUIETLY: It was in her hand, and I thought...

It's like...

her own kindness killed her.

- No, it's not like that at all, Camilla.

You killed her.

(DARK, DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(MUSIC FADES, ENDS)

- You tried to kill me? What is wrong with you, Camilla?

- You are. That's what's wrong with me ―

what always has been ― you.

- I don't even know this psycho. - We went to drama school together.

I dropped out because of you. I gave up on my dream.

- I don't know what you're talking― - You coughed through my monologue.

You rolled your eyes when I said anti-gone instead of Antigone.

She told everyone to call me Camel instead of Camilla.

- What?! - 'Because she retains water and she's only had one hump.'

- OK, this is kind of ringing a bell.

- You don't even have the decency to remember me.

Why did you do it?

Whatdid I do to you?

Why, Nikki?! - Because I was 19...

stupid and insecure and self-conscious about my nose job.

I don't know, I was 19. - You ruined my life.

And all I could think was, how does this bitch get to live happily ever after?

- You think that's what I'm doing?

I'm married to a man who doesn't e...

I mean, look around. He's not here.

My sister died, and my husband can't cut his golf holiday short to come and be with me.

- I thought you had a good relationship with Roger. I heard you on the phone.

- Roger's not my husband. He's my therapist.

One of the only people I can talk to.

The other one was... Beatrix.

So well done, Camel.

You wanted to kill me?

You've done worse than that. - No.

I'm not. (CHUCKLES) You pushed me too far.

- I hope Beatrix haunts you.

I hope she haunts the shit out of you.

But we all know she won't.

Because she was the nice one.

(SNIFFLES)

(LOW, TENSE MUSIC)

- (SIGHS)

(LIVELY, PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY) - No one ever thinks that they're villain in their own lifestory, eh?

- If you're turning to murder, you gotta wonder. - Mm.

- I guess the point is, everyone's going through something. - Mm.

- Wait, so was the hot one the bully or not? - Well, it depends who you ask.

- I still remember my tormentor's name. Samantha Roberts.

I unexpectedly got my first period in PE and she went and told everybody. So embarrassed.

I was 12, which back then was considered an early developer.

- I really didn't ask. - Lee Potter.

He and his mates used to ride bikes outside my house after school

and yell at me to come out so they could beat the crap out of me. - Aw.

Vanessa?

- Oh. Yeah. No, I had a woman give me shit for...

oh, 30 years. God, what was her name?

Oh, yeah. Mum.

- Well, no one ever bullied me at school. I think everyone was too scared of me.

- Well, Saffron, do you think, um...

do you think maybe you were the bully?

- I mean, I did have to ban you from the community Facebook page.

It was lucky that I caught that last post about Gladys before she saw it.

Sorry. Sorry. - Yeah, but it's...

Hmm. You know what?

I think I have to go home and send a few DMs.

It's never too late. Right? - Mm-hm.

- Never too late. - ALL: Cheers.

- I probably was a bully, wasn't I? - You were a little bit, darling. - Yep.

(MUSIC DROWNS OUT CONVERSATION)

(PERCUSSIVE THEME MUSIC)

- This is a big one.

Homicide ― head of Mowai Council.

- SOBS: I don't know what happened. - (MIAOWS)

- I never trusted that cat.

- These are my consultants... from Australia.

- The people who run a motel.

- Paw prints prove that the cat was with the body.

Puss, puss, puss, puss.

- Try up an octave. Like, puss, puss. Puss, puss.

- You're crazy if you think that I'm going to let a couple

of retired officers from another country muddy this investigation.

- Coincidence? - In Mowai Bay?

I think not.